~~Author's Note~~
My Little Ventrue is a paranormal romance thriller, centered around the machinations of vampires. Drama, seduction, love, and every sin found in the dark corners of a major city. It's a brutal world, filled with deadly politics, deadlier creatures, ancient conspiracies, and Gothic obsessions.
It's a long story, and will be growing for a long, long time. If you're interested, please read the first 4 chapters. If you're not intrigued by then, you can safely move on knowing this story is not for you.
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~~Welcome to the world of Vampire: The Requiem~~
~~Jack~~
"And then... and then she fell into the water!" Jack tried to keep from getting a stomach stitch, but laughter was hitting him hard. "By the time we fished her out, it was too late. The dress, the hair, the make-up, it was all ruined."
Jack, the smaller of the two, was sitting on his friend's couch. A leather couch, Jack was sure, or some expensive derivative. The walls were a solid white but for the paintings framed in elegantly simple, smooth framework. The paintings themselves were of dark things, both in color and what they showed. Jack was sure many of them were of harsh moments from the bible, but he could never be sure.
Who was he to judge though? He preferred white walls without a thing on them.
"Oh wow. And this was her high school prom?" Julias was also sitting on couch across from Jack, a grin on his lips and a glass of red in his hand.
Julias was bad ass. There was no denying it. Jack was a little guy, he knew it, and while he certainly took care of his body and had become quite lean and strong, Julias was a big, built man. He was tall, with broad shoulders and pale complexion. His hair was blond and slicked back flat to his head. It was almost movie surreal. No one did that with their hair. No one could pull off that hair.
Julias could. Even here in his home, on the couch with a glass of red wine in his hand, the man was wearing a really, really... really nice suit. Far nicer than Jack's own, that was for sure. He had at least undone the jacket and loosened his black tie, but with the black shoes, black socks, and the cuffs, Jack guessed the cost of his getup at two months his own salary, at least.
"Yeah. She was so upset, I took her home and she missed the whole thing," Jack said.
"Oh my, took her home?"
"Ha! Man I wish. No, within five minutes of getting her home, she dumped me in a fit of blind rage."
"Ouch. You have my sympathies." Julias was trying to not laugh, if only to not spill his drink as he sipped it. Jack doubted it would have really put much of a dent into his friend's money even if he did though.
Jack had to stand up. Seeing Julias's place was always a blast, complete with a massive TV on the wall and wall-window view overlooking the city. He paced a little as he looked over the buildings below him. Marble floors in an apartment. The floors alone made his shitty shoes seem inadequate.
"Ever date anyone after?"
Jack almost gasped at Julias's sudden appearance next to him. He hadn't made a sound. Those shoes and marble floors and not a sound. Damn smooth.
"No. Ashley was the first and last girl I ever dated. Dumped me before I ever got past second base either." A moment's embarrassment past, Jack looked back out the window with his hands in his pockets. His own suit was a pale, dyed comparison of Julias's, and the two of them standing next to each other made the sad idealism apparent.
"Oooh I see. So that's what this was all about. You wanted me to find you a girl."
"No... well, maybe."
"Jack, I drag your ass to the gym so many evenings. You even talk to people there. You're not the weak little piss ant you were five years ago. Thought you'd have some confidence." Julias swished his red wine around in his glass. It always looked so thick.
"I have confidence."
"Then what's the problem?"
"A hatred for the human race and the stupidity of its populace?" Jack said.
"Or perhaps too much time on the internet developing ridiculous standards."
"Yeah, that too."
They both laughed. It was a weird friendship, to be sure, like fire and water. Julias was cool, suave, smooth and built. Jack was a lean little guy with a bitter tongue and too much time on his hands. They always had something to talk about.
"So you got that promotion at Barksen's?" Julias took another sip of his drink before looking to Jack. He put his back to the window and leaned against it with his free arm folded against his chest, hand hooked underneath the other arm.
"You know I had plans to get into law school," Jack said with a shrug. "Apparently, I'm good at making people do what I want. Barksen wanted me under his thumb early."
"I can't blame him. You're a master at breaking people to your will." Julias's sarcasm was almost dripping from his lips, but Jack countered it with a classic wink.
"Barksen thinks I am! He hired me didn't he, straight out of high school."
"Yeah but you've been stuck at that job for almost three years, Jack. Barksen got you under his thumb because he knew you'd be cheap. He'd have to pay thrice what he pays you to get that job filled by someone with a license." Julias looked down to his drink and gently swished it around with tilts of his hand.
Jack looked up to older man with a slow squint, before he gave his own grin.
"You're right, you're right. I have money aside and I have the connections now. Barksen doesn't realize one of his partners is looking to branch, and neither of them realize Mr. Turner is looking to expand into this district either. I got a foot in with him too."
Jack must have looked absolutely pleased with himself. Why wouldn't he? With this plan he'd have a secure and stable future. He'd get his jobs, his promotions, and retire at a comfortably early age all the while having a comfortable life.
That was good, right?
"You got your ducks in a row then."
"I like to think so."
"No risks?" Julias said.
