Snippet #1789010

The mist in the fall night air was still young. It hadn't even been two hours dark, and the creatures were already stirring from their homes. The cities were more than likely alive with the dead, and the humans who were still brave enough walked among them. Near the forest was a small graveyard and a church which had been long abandoned by the people of Dusk. Because this place had been left alone for some many years, it had become home to one of the most powerful vampires that roamed the streets. He was not a fan of the city though, it was going on the age of the modern, and people loved to party loud in the taverns and inns, which caused this man to stay out of sight. Though it was not his only problem, he also had problems with the local packs that took quadrants through the city. He may have been stronger than most of the men, but he did not want to start trouble with any of them less they take action by sending for the local hunters. Honestly, he would rather keep his people safe at the edge of Dusk then deep in the clutches of his enemies.