Summary
I've been a cardholding member of the undead for centuries, torn away from the sun by a maker who has no care for human life. From the moment I opened my eyes to the night and had my first craving for fresh blood, he twisted and moulded me into exactly what he wanted. Until one day he let me go. For a century, I've been allowed to stray from under my makers direct eye, and I haven't once questioned why. I've managed to build a quiet life I'm at peace with, where I can drink and smoke to forget the past, read and watch TV to ignore the present, and keep the doors closed to keep out the future. Even hunting in the bad parts of the city is better than nothing - blood is blood after all.But trouble always had a way of replaceing me. Hunting in a territory I'd claimed as mine, another vampire is doing his best to go unnoticed. He claims he's just escaped imprisonment by the very council my maker leads and demands I help him until he regains his strength, but I'm not sure that's all he wants from me. For in the shadows, a war has been brewing, and I might be more important to both sides than I could ever believe.
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