Darion's Story

Under the yellow moon Giovanni laughed. The slow wicked build of his voice echoing down the street, though nobody seemed notice or care. There was no such news as bad news when it came to the trials and tribulations of anyone other than he, and the most delicious of morsels had been delivered right to this thing they called a phone.

His brother had all but disappeared, legacy falling to stagnancy in the hands of a seemingly self proclaimed Queen bought out by dark forces. The Vankoryth Detente was all but a joke, what with their little haven in the forest and treaties with the mortals of Aslund and Wing City and Terra and beyond not to kill one another. The funniest bit of all? They acquired property in Vargeras - the most werewolf-dense part of the entire city, on the chance they could improve vampire-werewolf relations.

Pathetic.

He flicked one of his golden locks from where it had fallen; on a pale cheekbone carved from the stone of his face. Giovanni was a strikingly beautiful man at first glance, even more so upon deeper inspection, until you looked into his eyes. They didn't haunt like the eyes of the dead. They were dark, pupils barely visible, and they harbored within them the fires of malice. His glamour and charm were unmistakable, undetectable, and got him through life as he pleased on what everyone assumed was a hint pretty privilege.

Hiding amongst mortals was the easy part. It was the wolves of this place that he truly had to look out for, and the hunters that wanted his kind gone. Luckily Giovanni had skimmed under the radar. He kept to his corner of the rathole city and hunted the undesirables. He truly enjoyed the silence, the solitude, and the misery of his present existence.

But did he like it so much that he'd pass up the opportunity to take everything his brother had built and mold it to what it should have been? No, he didn't think so.

Now, about that job opening...