Edgar 2

This world, filled with so many humans, was perfect for his revenge. His first order of business had been to find a way back, but seeing as how he didn’t even know how he arrived in this world in the first place, that would be difficult. So instead, Edgar elected to move on to step 2 of his revenge plan. Creating a clan. By himself, he was weak, and in no position to take down Rose and the rest of her clan that had abused and attacked him and his sister. Even though he was now drinking human blood, and he felt stronger because of it, it still wouldn’t be enough to take them on.

But how would he go about creating a clan? What sort of interview process would he need to make sure they were a good fit? He would certainly need a second in command, he if was copying Rose. For someone in that position they would need to be open-minded for sure. They couldn’t be running away at the vampires and they would need to know how to fight as well.

Edgar took a look around at the humans that walked around him. They had no idea what or who he was. Did vampires even exist in this world? If there were any, he would need to be careful not to step on any toes. There must be a powerful vampire here if they had heir humans so active in the night, or there were simply an overabundance of humans. Either way it was hard to tell without asking a random one on the street. Perhaps he should do just that.

Edgar looked around for the most friendly looking human. He couldn’t help but notice that his own outfit barely resembled the fashion of those present. Many of the women showed an obscene amount of skin while the men dressed like they were too poor to afford more layers. Hopefully his own fashion wouldn’t dismay those he intended to approach. He didn’t look quite out of place, and he did have his own feeling regarding such sexual acts, but that was for private and he would be damned if he was reduced to perverted dressings.

Laughter brought him out of his thoughts. Two people, a man and a woman, were talking to each other in front of a restaurant. Edgar straightened out his back and walked up to them. “Excuse me,” he began. They both stopped their lighthearted conversation to stare at him. “I have a question I must ask you. May I?”

The two glanced at each other before looking back to him. The man answered, seemingly amused, “Sure, why not? What’s up man?”

Edgar ignored the momentary confusion at the language. He figured his question was best phrased in a way that all parties knew what vampires were. If he asked them if they knew, and they did, then that would only hurt his chances at a proper answer. “How do you two feel about vampires?”

The man began to think, but it seemed the woman had long be awaiting for someone to ask her. “Oh! I love vampires! I remember when I was just a kid, I used to read any books about vampires I could find. Even to the point of reading non-fiction books on their origins and mythologies from other cultures.”

The man nodded. “Yeah, vamps powers are kinda cool and all, but I like werewolves more.”

Mythologies? Werewolves? What the hell world did he step in to, to the point where their very existence was thought of as fake. Just stake him through the heart already. “I… I see. Your answers were extremely helpful. I thank you for your time.” He gave the both of them a nod and walked off. This was going to be much more difficult than he anticipated.

Edgar roamed the streets until the last hours of the night, looking for someone appropriate to assist in his quest for the death of the clan. Some areas were more active than others. Playing loud music involving instruments he didn’t recognize, stores that held many weird mechanical gadgets he had never seen before. But he was most curious about the street lamps that didn’t require oil or fire at all. How could something light, but not need a resource? Some sort of magic perhaps? But all magic also needs a source of energy, yet he could not see any that provided the lights.

From what he gathered regarding this world, it was a very bland place, with no magic and no vampires or other such “mythological creatures.” Men ruled their world through fear and the common people were just as hopeless here as they were back home. Not to mention how placated everyone was by how many gadgets and tools that distracted them from their own feelings for as long as they looked at them. However, it was these gadgets that propelled this world far beyond the technology of his home by hundreds of ears, at least. Without the vampires, these humans were free to do what they wanted and while many struggled with their next meal or paycheck, there were none killing them so mercilessly to feed someone else’s hunger. It was hard to compare this world to his home due to its fundamental differences.

Once he began to feel the faint rays of the sun beginning to peak out over the horizon, it was time to find somewhere to hide away. He figured that any money he managed to bring over wouldn’t be met with enthusiasm. At most, maybe a bit curiosity over the “trinkets.” His pockets only had what he considered pocket change. His only option was to sneak in somewhere dark.

In his wanderings for a place to sleep, he saw a cat come out of the sewers, but that wasn’t even an option. He’d never get the stink out first of all, and second it seemed the hole was too small to fit an adult man. But by now his skin was beginning to tingle and he began to contemplate how he’d be able to squeeze down there when he saw from the corner of his eyes a rather tall building with multiple people going in and out. It had at least a dozen floors, so surely no one would notice a stranger coming in.

The inside of this building had a carpeted floor, and enough lights to be brighter than the sun yet also not burn his skin. Such strange lights, and still no source. To the left was a windowed room, dark, and labeled as office. Clearly the last place he would want to sleep in. After a bit of exploration, he found a small empty closet. No supplies, or items inside except a weird large machine. It had a low hum but other than that he wasn’t sure what it did. Either way, it seemed like the perfect place for some rest.