Blake
The world today was disgusting. Humans were loud, fat, and selfish, and obsessed with the pursuit of power and their own pleasures, to hell with anyone else. They worried over and wasted their pathetic little lives, striving for something they could never be. How was it that vampires lived on the run and in the shadows, while they got to live freely, squandering opportunity and complaining about every mediocre aspect of their lives?
The world order was upside down, having to hide from such beings.
Margaret came up behind me as I stood on the fire escape, a wounded hound easing up to her master to beg for forgiveness. "I know this is a setback, but I have an idea—"
"After the outcome of your last idea, I have no confidence in your intellect whatsoever," I said coldly. She whimpere
