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Edgar ran as fast as he could to escape. At the time he had pushed his poisoned body to its limit to survive the attack on him and his twin sister, Ethel. Where was she? Edgar couldn’t see her beside or behind him. Hopefully she managed to escape as well. Their clan leader was quick, but he couldn’t go back now. Maybe they can find each other again after they’re both clear. They’ve always found each other. And if she didn’t make it out, then Ethel would also be a part of his revenge plan.

Edgar made a few turns down a few alleys. Dark and dirty and a bit moldy. Obviously the area was abandoned and he hoped the stink of it would mask his own scent. His own body’s strength was warning. The poison was acting fast and if he didn’t drink some blood soon, his death would come a lot sooner than he was promised. It was such a shame that blood was locked down as tightly as they were here. Or if humans weren’t corralled into farms, then he could snatch one and help himself. Alas, this city of vampires were infamously devoid of all humans, and the blood was strictly rationed to prevent power struggles rising against Rose.

Edgar had to stop for a few minutes to gather enough strength to go on. He hadn’t felt this mortal for over 50 years. Beads of sweat ran down his face, most likely filled with the poison his body was trying to expel. His long, straight white hair clung to the back of his neck. He almost wanted to pull his hair up, but he didn’t have the time. Edgar glanced back. They could find him at any moment. The longer he spent standing around the easier he was to be caught. His survival depended on his successful escape.

Edgar cursed at himself. If only he had drank some blood earlier, he would be having an easier time fighting back on the attack, or the poison, or even just running faster than a snail’s pace. His next order of business after his revenge would be to free the flow of blood. Edgar forced himself to push forward, but tripped soon after. He groaned at the sudden fall and lifted himself off the ground.

However, when he looked up, not only did he no longer recognize the buildings that surrounded him, but there was a teenager standing in front of him. She looked startled. “A-are you OK?” She asked

Edgar tried to lift himself up again, but the poison was too strong, and weakening him by the minute. At this rate he might actually die. Not like this. If anything he wanted to die fighting, not in some back alley, choking on his own spit. He stumbled back down and the woman rushed to help him up. That’s when he smelled her. Through the stench of her dirty, unwashed clothes, she was undeniably human. So, he could survive after all. Edgar ever so graciously accepted her help and in the momentum, swiftly bit into her neck.

The thick metallic scent of blood permeated his nose from the moment his sharp teeth pierced her skin. Warm, and much more rich than anything he had ever tasted. In all his years of being a vampire, it was his first time drinking human blood. This ambrosia was absolutely heavenly, and as the thick blood dribbled down his throat to quench his thirst, he felt his very body gaining the strength it needed to fight the poison. His wounds healed and he was able to stand up on his own feet. Edgar had no time to think where this human came from, why it was here, or even if it belonged to anyone. If it was anyone important they wouldn’t have let it roam about so freely.

She slumped over, now pale and devoid of all life.

Edgar cracked his neck and stretched his arms. He was finally beginning to feel much better than he ever did. It was then he realized that he had actually been starved for his entire life. It was the first time he had ever had a feast so rich in taste that filled him so contently. It worked faster than any animal blood he had drunk. Even his senses were beginning to come back. Past the alley there was some kind of rushing wind. Edgar turned his head to hear more clearly.

It was an unnatural sound, and so loud, too. And now that he looked around, the lights… So unnaturally bright, and yet not a single flame. He followed the sound of the wind, and was greeted with a wide street. Bright lights were everywhere, to the point of nearly blinding his newly extra sensitive eyes. Lights on the street, lights on the building,. Even above him in the sky was a large, extremely loud object with blinking red lights that flew past. It was so loud he had to cover his ears. That’s when the smell hit him. It was such an overpowering smell scent that he could not mistake. Delicious, and also all around. All humans.

Just where was he? How did he get here? The smell of human blood was so strong, he smelled it even through the thick buildings. Edgar had to plug his nose it was too overwhelming. The large metal contains that rode on the street were excessively loud as well. It was like daylight had come to the night. He didn’t know a vampire could experience sensory overload.

“COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM THE TURNER HALL, THOUSANDS OF FANS HAVE SHOWN UP FOR THE BAND BIRDS OF PARADISE, AFTER A FIVE YEAR ABSENCE.”

It was too much. Edgar looked around for the source of the seemingly formless voice. On the side of a nearby building was a strange moving picture. He assumed they were all humans. Even though he wasn’t there in person, and it certainly was weird to be seeing humans in a form that he could not smell or touch, he could still see the blood pulsing through their veins. Edgar had never seen so many humans before, not even when he visited the human farms on errand runs.

Was this heaven? Was he… in another world? How can he get revenge, if his enemies aren’t even in the same plane of existence? Anger slowly boiled within him as he went over this new found fact that threw his entire plan of revenge out the window.