RpMonki
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-Dark Life-
There used to be a time when the mere mention of vampires froze people to their cores. They would blanket themselves in disbelief rather than face the cold, hard truth, that when it comes to the night, nobody's safe. Or rather that's what vampires used to be. Blood hungry, savage and cruel.. hey we've all got our ancestors we'd prefer to forget, right ? Well for us it's still a bit fresh. It was around three hundred years ago that the existence of vampires went from spooky ramblings of a mad woman, to hard fact for the general populous. This meant that both Vampires and humans alike were faced with one another and had to decide what to do. So much like anytime humanity finds something new and scary on their doorstep, they went to war with it, though it was more of a civil war as they were forced to go home by home searching for any who may be living among them, sufficed to say they found more than they were hoping. Which lead to the 'treaty' between vampires and humans, signed in the last century. A treaty that means no more hunting and savagery on either side, no more attacks, or unwilling dinner company. It was meant to bring about peace between our people. Though in actuality it was more of a pause to decide what to do about us. Most humans are still skeptical to say the least of vampires, and most vampires are no more keen on humans, so it's lead to a standstill wherein most people are ignoring the problem, and each other, and others are going out of their way to harm the treaty's rules.
Today was a very special day, for one it was the anniversary of the vampire and human treaty signing. And for another it was Mirabelle's two hundredth birthday. She almost stopped counting after the first hundred, but decided that she take it more of a reminder of how much bullshit she'd gone through to make it this far. As for her annual celebration she decided to, much like every year, head off to a vampire friendly bar. Not that there were many that were openly friendly to vampires, let alone ones that serve blood. So when a new one opened up, she was there. It was around this time when she reflected on her family and tried to overhear any mention of 'Talison' if she could, while still keeping her head down. Just because that wasn't her life now, doesn't mean she wasn't curious they were, how her family was.
By the time Mira arrived at the bar it was already last call. She was pretty sure she still had time, but that notion was quickly hushed by a small clock hanging on the back wall. It was already past midnight? She thought to herself, as she walked over to the bar, landing herself a place on a stool. Looking around it wasn't too busy, probably why they were closing soon, or some other reason she didn't really care. Mira had been here before, but it was before the new owners took over, she was curious what had changed, but she didn't really remember what it looked like before. There was a woman on the other side of the bar, talking to some older man, obviously not a vampire.. in fact, upon a good smell of the place, Mira noted that she was in fact the only vampire in. Not that it was too surprising, as most vamps didn't feel the need or desire to celebrate a day that pretty much de-fanged them, especially in a human's bar.
When it looked as though the bartender was finished talking to the old man, Mira raised her hand slightly, and ordered "Blood and tonic." A few eyes gazed in her direction, now knowing what she was. A man sitting in the corner with a dark trench coat on sneered at her. Mira kept herself composed and quiet, not bothered, or surprised by the reaction. She placed an elbow on the bar, holding up her head, now in full attention of the beautiful bar maiden. She gave her soft smile. "No ice."
There used to be a time when the mere mention of vampires froze people to their cores. They would blanket themselves in disbelief rather than face the cold, hard truth, that when it comes to the night, nobody's safe. Or rather that's what vampires used to be. Blood hungry, savage and cruel.. hey we've all got our ancestors we'd prefer to forget, right ? Well for us it's still a bit fresh. It was around three hundred years ago that the existence of vampires went from spooky ramblings of a mad woman, to hard fact for the general populous. This meant that both Vampires and humans alike were faced with one another and had to decide what to do. So much like anytime humanity finds something new and scary on their doorstep, they went to war with it, though it was more of a civil war as they were forced to go home by home searching for any who may be living among them, sufficed to say they found more than they were hoping. Which lead to the 'treaty' between vampires and humans, signed in the last century. A treaty that means no more hunting and savagery on either side, no more attacks, or unwilling dinner company. It was meant to bring about peace between our people. Though in actuality it was more of a pause to decide what to do about us. Most humans are still skeptical to say the least of vampires, and most vampires are no more keen on humans, so it's lead to a standstill wherein most people are ignoring the problem, and each other, and others are going out of their way to harm the treaty's rules.
Today was a very special day, for one it was the anniversary of the vampire and human treaty signing. And for another it was Mirabelle's two hundredth birthday. She almost stopped counting after the first hundred, but decided that she take it more of a reminder of how much bullshit she'd gone through to make it this far. As for her annual celebration she decided to, much like every year, head off to a vampire friendly bar. Not that there were many that were openly friendly to vampires, let alone ones that serve blood. So when a new one opened up, she was there. It was around this time when she reflected on her family and tried to overhear any mention of 'Talison' if she could, while still keeping her head down. Just because that wasn't her life now, doesn't mean she wasn't curious they were, how her family was.
By the time Mira arrived at the bar it was already last call. She was pretty sure she still had time, but that notion was quickly hushed by a small clock hanging on the back wall. It was already past midnight? She thought to herself, as she walked over to the bar, landing herself a place on a stool. Looking around it wasn't too busy, probably why they were closing soon, or some other reason she didn't really care. Mira had been here before, but it was before the new owners took over, she was curious what had changed, but she didn't really remember what it looked like before. There was a woman on the other side of the bar, talking to some older man, obviously not a vampire.. in fact, upon a good smell of the place, Mira noted that she was in fact the only vampire in. Not that it was too surprising, as most vamps didn't feel the need or desire to celebrate a day that pretty much de-fanged them, especially in a human's bar.
When it looked as though the bartender was finished talking to the old man, Mira raised her hand slightly, and ordered "Blood and tonic." A few eyes gazed in her direction, now knowing what she was. A man sitting in the corner with a dark trench coat on sneered at her. Mira kept herself composed and quiet, not bothered, or surprised by the reaction. She placed an elbow on the bar, holding up her head, now in full attention of the beautiful bar maiden. She gave her soft smile. "No ice."
