...After a thousand years, you think one would learn enough to stay out of the business of other supernaturals. Then again, not all that roamed the darkness of the fallen world were aware of the existence or truths of the old legends and horror stories.
Humanity by and large was blissfully unaware of the entities that went 'bump' in the night...unless they happened to be caught between two opposing sides when a fight broke out. More often than not no survivors were left to be worried about in the first place.
Werewolves, vampires, Mages, and other things that even ancient texts fail to describe as little more than nightmares made real. A thousand years, the first decade or so only with a shocked realization that there were so many things that could prey on the common man, woman, or child. The Gods must be laughing or still fighting their own secret battles, playing with these...Others like a person uses chess pieces to determine the outcome of a cosmic game.
Sighing as I walk through the streets of Las Vegas, the gaiety of the lights, the crowds, the music and street shows having long since lost their appeal, I couldn't help but note the occasional supernatural being here and there.
There a vampire walking with a woman on each arm, both of them infatuated beyond belief with his 'young' refined features, high roller clothing, and the way that wealth seemed to ooze from every pore of his being as he basked in the only light that wouldn't kill him.
Just inside the mouth of an alley between two hotel casino's a fey like woman sucks off a portly business man, the emotional energy as sweet an elixir to her as his seed.
From the exit of a bar not too far away from them a man in ratty clothing emerges, looking around furtively and smelling of wolves with a coppery hint of fresh blood. Soon after he leaves there's a scream from within the building and people start rushing outside.
Its only an hour after nightfall and already things are getting out of hand in some cases...Not that what the Others do is any of my concern. I've learned enough about them to avoid any direct confrontation, and died often enough as a result of offering help where it wasn't wanted. Thankfully the deaths were short lived, but non-the less, not a very pleasant experience in any case. I could only hope that most of the people remained ignorant for a while longer. If not, it would end up being another genocide...this time with humanity on one side, and all supernaturals on the other...
(This is partly based on the WHite Wolf Game(s) of World of Darkness and other source books they've come out with for their players. People who are interested in joining this thread have many choices for character concepts. EG:
Mages: Magick users whose power is that of myths, legends and both wonderful/terrible to behold. Their powers can be either covert (hard or nearly impossible to percieve), or Vulgar (that something magickal is being done is blatantly obvious even to normal humans). Using vulgar magick causes the universe as a whole to give the mage a collective kick in the ass and cause the spell to possibly go awry or other unforseen consequences.
Werewolves: Self explanitory for the most part, they are keepers of not only the natural world but warders between the mortal realm and Shadow, a world of spirit entities that have nothing to do with the ghosts of the dead. Spirits are concepts, ideas, objects, emotions and sensations given form. There are even tales of other were creatures; cats, jackals, sharks, bears, and even spiders. All have their own motivations, their own reasons based upon the societies they've grown up in. Either way, Clans are very important and are the fabric that holds them together...if only in relative peace.
Changelings: Humans kidnapped by the Fey and taken to the world of Arcadia to become slaves, lovers, experiments, or even pieces of art. Those who are able to escape from the twisted alien masters of the Fey realm return with shredded memories of their past lives, forever changed physically and mentally by their duties, and yet the alien appearance is hidden behind a mask of glamour that will only fail when they run out of the emotions they harvest for power and life itself.
Vampires: Though of clans and keeping the secret of their existence mostly hidden, these walking dead embody the fears, dreams, and lusts of an entire culture. Some act as stewards, caretakers of the humans around them while gaining great wealth and prestige, while others bask in adoration and lust in night clubs, indulging their sins to the fullest without regard for the consequences.
And then the mortals, more numerous than any, and most still asleep to the true dangers of the fallen world around them. Still, there are a few, in and outside of the world governments who are aware of the presence and threats of these stalkers of the night. Some are hardened soldiers who, even while having seen the horrors of modern warfare, still blanch somewhat at the sight of an Other twisting around and then inside of on his/her companions. More often than not they are common people who have simply stumbled upon the real world and are simply trying to survive.
What will you be, and where will your desires, instincts, and motivations take you this night? Or those ahead?)