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Eventually vampires had had to reveal themselves to the humans. The food supply was too scarce for them to not. The religious leaders were, needless to say, horrified. They thought more demons had escaped the pits of hell and come to wreak havoc on the human race. They and the other brave, frightened peoples took action. For weeks a massive slaughter went on during the nights, humans with torches and holy blades filling the streets with the blood of the infected. They made a large enough dent in the vampire population to scare the monsters into being careful. Not that they didn’t fight back plenty.
Not unlike humans of course, they all had their own stories and personalities. Just like the humans many were broken after the Reaper took over, many more simply brokenhearted. They suffered from the famine, became purely beastial, or restarted clans that had been disbanded hundreds of years ago. Some were evil, kindly, or simply depressed. ‘Debbie Downers’ as a kindly woman Thomas had rented a room from in 1962 would have said. Of course she had died long ago. As had his father, step mother, and younger sister. His birth mother had never lived long enough to even imagine the horrors that inhabited the world now.
He was drinking his evening tea under a parasol. Thomas always managed to have his tea, no matter what losses the people suffered. He couldn’t go without it. The creature took a final, blessedly loud and slurping sip. It reminded him of more plentiful times. The creature’s tongue snaked into the cracked teacup and licked it in one long, sweeping motion before drawing it back in before a single drop could escape. The sunbaked bottom gleamed ivory with the sun’s reflection now.
With a sigh the vampire stood, using two fingers to pull the sun goggles out of his mass or blonde hair and slip them over his eyes. He hooked the cup to his belt loop with a scavenged clip and lifted the yellowing parasol over his head, trudging away from the café. Light tan dirt swirled around his dress shoes. They were fairly new, unlike many things he wore these days. The leather was mostly free of scuffs, and mostly still soft and light brown. They made him smile. He wiggled his toes in them, watching the sun glint on their shined surfaces. The breeze was growing, swirling about his ankles, and he could smell a storm rising up in the distance. It was yet another chemical storm, probably sent to wipe out some more humans. He kicked at the dirt and walked inside his apartment building, leaving footprints that were soon to be nothing.

Description
Eventually vampires had had to reveal themselves to the humans. The food supply was too scarce for them to not. The religious leaders were, needless to say, horrified. They thought more demons had escaped the pits of hell and come to wreak havoc on the human race. They and the other brave, frightened peoples took action. For weeks a massive slaughter went on during the nights, humans with torches and holy blades filling the streets with the blood of the infected. They made a large enough dent in the vampire population to scare the monsters into being careful. Not that they didn’t fight back plenty.
Not unlike humans of course, they all had their own stories and personalities. Just like the humans many were broken after the Reaper took over, many more simply brokenhearted. They suffered from the famine, became purely beastial, or restarted clans that had been disbanded hundreds of years ago. Some were evil, kindly, or simply depressed. ‘Debbie Downers’ as a kindly woman Thomas had rented a room from in 1962 would have said. Of course she had died long ago. As had his father, step mother, and younger sister. His birth mother had never lived long enough to even imagine the horrors that inhabited the world now.
He was drinking his evening tea under a parasol. Thomas always managed to have his tea, no matter what losses the people suffered. He couldn’t go without it. The creature took a final, blessedly loud and slurping sip. It reminded him of more plentiful times. The creature’s tongue snaked into the cracked teacup and licked it in one long, sweeping motion before drawing it back in before a single drop could escape. The sunbaked bottom gleamed ivory with the sun’s reflection now.
With a sigh the vampire stood, using two fingers to pull the sun goggles out of his mass or blonde hair and slip them over his eyes. He hooked the cup to his belt loop with a scavenged clip and lifted the yellowing parasol over his head, trudging away from the café. Light tan dirt swirled around his dress shoes. They were fairly new, unlike many things he wore these days. The leather was mostly free of scuffs, and mostly still soft and light brown. They made him smile. He wiggled his toes in them, watching the sun glint on their shined surfaces. The breeze was growing, swirling about his ankles, and he could smell a storm rising up in the distance. It was yet another chemical storm, probably sent to wipe out some more humans. He kicked at the dirt and walked inside his apartment building, leaving footprints that were soon to be nothing.