Adam Weaver's Story

Nero's jet had just landed at the airport. He had decided to take a trip to San Diego when a party invited him. The party was called the League of Humans. It was supporting a war against the reservations. Nero wanted to back their party financially through various organizations so that they may eventually nominate their own canidate for the race of presidency. They would win even if the election had to be rigged. Nero needed that war for more slaves. As he got out of the jet and walked down the steps he noticed the botton step dropped more than a foot. A slave on the bottom immediately layed down at the bottom without command to serve as an extra step. As Nero stepped onto the slave he stopped to look at it's face.

"When we get to the limmo you will shave with your knife. Don't cut yourself and get blood on the floor or I will have you flailed." He told it before walking off to the limmo.

Half a dozen armed slaves guarded Nero as he walked through the streets of the city. Four werewolves and two completely clothed vampires. The vampire didn't have a single shred of skin showing as to prevent sunlight exposure. Each slave was outfitted with bulletproof armor and carrying elite weaponry hidden on the person. He raised his slaves to both fear him and want to serve him. They didn't even think of themselves as a living being but more as a tool. Walking down the street he caught a glimpse of a boy, a girl, and a vampire together. He heard only the last part of a conversation between them.

"..School was boring. I think it would have been more interesting had there been something other than humans there..." The comment was disgusting.

"Boy!" Nero called out to the boy just a few yards ahead of him. "Did I hear you speak of that thing being in a public school? How much do you want for that one?" He said, pointing his cane he was using at the vampire. "I will give you 15 for it as a base price."

The boy had refused Nero's generous offer. He was a bit confused for he wondered of what use she could have to him. She was not slave of hard labor that itself was obvious. She could perhaps be a made but then she would not be outside of the home. She was either a guard or somthing else. Disgusting. He thought to himself as he explored the other purpose of the vampire.

"If it is not for sale, what purpose does it serve which is so important? Surely you would not want that mongrel forever now would you?" He asked tapping his can on the ground twice. At this a Lycan stepped down on it's knees and hands, back to the sky. Nero did not feel like discussing the topic of slaves without being comfortable first, so he sat on the slave's back. Another slave stood in front of the sun as to block it from Nero's face and to provide slave. He looked back at the boy with a polite smile.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Nero watched the two walk down the street. He leaned over to a vampire slave, whispering a command in it's ears. "I want you to follow them in shadows. Do not be spotted for you know the consequences. Follow them to their home and report back to me. Go now." With that the vampire crept away to stalk the prey. A vampire lover? Disgusting. He thought to himself.