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The thought of a human being able to wear a clan ring was proposterous. The rings bind to a vampire’s being which thus binds them to their position within their status’. For Anya to have one, was something that illuded Vala so deeply that the only explanation was the broken bloodline. However, there has never been any evidence that humans shared the genetic mutations as vampires did nor has there ever been a case where a damphyr has been born showing know vampiric traits. Vampires are able to sense their by sheer feeling, but around Anya there is nothing. There is no chemistry, no draw, no distinctive smell in her blood that separates her from any other living being in that hostpital. If she was a damphyr then something strange broke the genetic mutation in the woumb, something he would have to pry to find. It was awkward to think that someone he had literally just met was playing such a key role in his research. Up until now the beleif was that the breaking of bloodlines was caused by the rejected vampires causing havok in society, but now it seems another case has closed in. If Anya was in fact a damphyr then she was signed by blood to a clan, and the ring she wore clearly signified her status as a Supreme Bloodline Descendant…

Vala put down his books and held his head to his knees. It had been 48 hours since he last fed. With his sudden transfer it took him awhile to gain access to the bloodbank and figure out when the proper time to slip in unnoticed would be. He certainly was not like many vampires as the Oath of Faulter was more of a death sentence to most. Normally feeding in silence he made his way to his quarters, sitting with the aroma of candles engulfing him. The iv was pricked into his veins and he waited. His eyes dark as coal. The feeling of feeding was close to that of a severe addiction. It was as if he came close to overdosing on pain killers, but at the same time their effects were so relaxing he couldn’t concentrate or remember anything. No sound could be heard, not sight could be seen, and not even the slightest thought could wedges itself into his mind. It was bliss, yet horrifying to think when he was still human and tbone steak would have probably sufficed him.

 His phone rang. It wasn’t took long after his feeding had finished, but close enough he was still trying to recollect. The cheif of police called frantically about a crime scene close to the woods. His expertise were quickly needed to examine the body. As he approached the crime seen he could already make out a massive crowd of people. Despite the commotion he made his way through to meet with the cheif of police who immedietley began rambling on the situation. A couple had been going for a walk when she ran off jokingly hoping the man would follow, but she turned back after noticing he didn’t, and upon her back tracks she came across the body. “Is she the only one who has seen it, besides our people,” Vala questioned, trying to gain some light on the media’s involvement. “No, just us. We are working on getting this mess cleaned up as soon as possible before anyone else does arrive. I am having the body moved to the morgue a.s.a.p. where the your consultant can let you in. She should be being called right this minute.”

Anya had just fallen asleep. Thirteen hour shifts were no friend of the E.R. and especially not of hers. She rolled over and heard a buzzing in her ears. Her pager had gone off. Throwing the covers off of her, she crawled out of bed dazed and aloof. Her phone in hand she called the return number. “Are you kidding me,” she yawned, “Another one? That is three in the past two nights. I’m on my way..,” she huffed, throwing the phone in her bag.

She through on some clothes and rushed out of her apartment building. When they said get their stat they mean right away and since Anya did not own a car, she moved close by the hostpital. Jogging was much more ecofriendly to her anyway. Though perhaps her idea of jogging at 1:23 in the morning was not the best ideas. “Hey hey hey, slow down pretty lady, what’s your rush?” A raspy voice echoed from her side. She stopped, rubbing her eyes. A small group had quickly enveloped her and a chill quickened in her spine. “E-excuse me..” she said, trying to push her way through.

 

A blonde woman blocked her path, her laughter cruel and cold and even taunting at the same time. Anya through her hands at her side and asked them again to move, but the man infront of her, laughed heavily with his auntorage and reached out to grab her.

Sirens. Red, Blue, and White lights bounced off the buildings and faces of the party and a noticable voice echoed. “Anya, get in the car.” She looked up seeing the pack of people had turned to look in the direction of the person talking and Anya backed away to the side of the Police car. “Break it up Rohal’s.” He said. He being Vala who magically was in the right place at the right time. He got in the car and slammed his door shut, his face strict and yet concerned. “Next time call a taxi, they run this late.” He jerked the car in gear and sped out of the parking lot, his lights flashing. “A person was just killed wondering around like you. Do you want to end up like them?” “Don’t scrutinize me,” she rasped, her voice still scarred from the event.

Vala pulled up the the hostpital and let Anya out and parking the police car. He walked around the vehicle and entered the building himself. In the morgue, the sterile countertops made Vala sick. He had seen this so many time, and been on these cold tables himself before he turned. It was a memorable event, but not in a pleasing way by any means. Now he had to examin the body up close and hopefully be able to..”suck” the memories from the corpse’s remains.

oNe

 

Clans are mostly full of young, vibrant vampires who feel the urge to party hard and thirst on the weak. The thought of obeying their leaders leaves hatred and nueroticism in their heads, thus making it easy for them to rebel. The lust between vampires and humans is nothing knew. They press themselves so close to eachother, they feed as if it is an excstacy, as if bondage was last centuries craze. Fresh blood was the hottest thing and frenzies were a way to celebrate.

Though there are few vampires who resist the urge to feed, at least through sinking their teeths and taking life. These vampires take an Oath of Faulter and if they stray their path, they have written their name in their own blood to be killed on the spot. It is not required, but a solemn option to those who are kind of heart. It is thus their responsibility to find ways to feed without harming the living. This makes it difficult and usually requires catching wild animals, fish, bloodbanks, or freshly dead sluaghter or humans. Though this does not mean their urges for the freshness does not exist and many have been slain for faultering in their oaths.

However those who do not take an oath strive. They look for the weak and prey like vultures. Many times they feed in packs, sharing their take or replenishing their clans.

Vala Korin is a 168 years old. Young as he may be, he is apart of a bloodline and one of the leaders of the Protective Clans.

His older brother Reginald used to be supreme of them, but after his change of demeanor, he vanished.

Vala has taken the Oath of Faulter and chooses to feed through the bloodbank at the coronor’s office at central park. He is a Forensic Analyst himself and getting access is easy for him, but it has to be done carefully or he could be caught. The longest he personally has gone without feeding is three days. Vala was urged to work as he does to gain access to medical files and the bodies of the found victims. While he marks down false reports of their death, he keeps his own records mentally of every mark and every person he reviews. His job requires him to pay frequent visits to the hostpital.

He is by far the easiest person to get along with. His face is always sincere, no sense of humor, and as brave as he may be, his persistance to stay as distant from peopleas possible has caused many to fear him and him to fear them. The thought of a possible faulter lingers in his mind and while he does not fear dieing, he does fear the screams of the victim he hurts.

Vala Recently moved locations after a sudden uproar of headlines struck the media in Sunset Valley. It was not something he wanted to do, but something he had to. His first task was to examine bodies at the morgue, but the hostpital insisted the forensic expert work with a resident of their staff to secure the identities and share information. He was introduced to a young women by the name Anya.

Her demeanor was stern, serious, and her reaction to Vala was like she had swollowed a peice of burnt toast. His rude behavior was inconceivable as he refused to shake her hand and as he obliged to reply to her greeting it was a mutter between his teeth. It was apparent their dislike for eachother was emminent.

Truth be told, Anya was lovely, quaint, and delicate, while at the same time strong and brave. Her eyes were filled with more anger than fear of his demeanor and it shook him a bit. She led him down to the morgue asking questions of why he was transferred, what he was looking for, what information he had accumulated, and every answered was a “yes, no, an abundance,” all short, abrupt answers that set a spark off in Anya’s head. She pulled out a cooler flat which held a busty corpse covered in a white sheet. Vala reached over and jerked the sheet off, revealing a neck that looked as if a chainsaw took a large chunk from it. Anya had slipped on a mask and tossed Vala one as well, She put on a glove and slowly turned the neck and with her other hand pointed towards the point holes that caused the most injury.

However something more interesting caught, a ring Anya was wearing. He grabbed her hand and looked intentley at it. “Where did you get this,” He asked her, his voice shuttering through his teeth. Her response was cluttered as her voice was confused, “I-I don’t know, I have had it since I was a little girl, why?” He let go of her hand, and turned back to the body, “Nothing, I have just seen it before is all.” He asked her questions such as where they found this particular body, the scenery, the time and so forth and she gave him all the answers he wanted, but it was still on her mind where she got the ring. It was a ruby, cast in gold, identical to one he knows all to well. It was something he would have to look into, but in the meantime, his job was emminent.

Anya shrugged and left him to his work. “I have to get back up to residency. I trust I can leave you here without problems. There is a monitor on the wall for you to ring the main floor if you need assistance.” She left casually, precisely wanted Vala was hoping she would do.

He turned the  victims head away from him and leaned forward, his fang bulging past his lips. They sank deep into the pre existing wounds and his eyes fluttered rapidly behind his head. All the memories of the corpse rushed into his mind through the remaining blood in the body. He saw the killer closely, his clear eyes, versus Vala’s red. The vampire was a Seductive, or at least used to be. Pulling himself away, he shook his head, trying to gain control of himself. He grabbed a clothe from the counter and washed his face free of all blood residue and made his way out of the hostpital his notes in hand.

Lore

Lust, yearn, thirst, all things that coincide in one’s being. In the imaginations of many, tales of gruesome attacks and irreversable death have been explained by the unexplainable. By not wanting to frighten society by the chilling horrors of the world, government has created tales of  of less violent lore.
However, there are investigations looking into the matters. These forces are so closed cased that only  certain individuals have access to the forensics. The cold, crippeling tales that follow the bodies are only know to the few who are the most trusting within their circles.

But what are these attacks? What is the truth behind so many lost lives, or so many missing individuals who have dissappeared avast in the night. Would you believe someone if they uttered the word ‘Vampire‘?
The Vampire Bloodline Chronicles:

Not all Vampires are curdeling bloodsuckers who roam the streets at night craving the necks of young vigalantes. While many young vampires are derived from being turned, there are also those who are born vampires and because of these instances, bloodlines were born. Each bloodline is coined as a Clan, anyone born into these clans are the supreme overseers of the turned. The turn are vampires wh ohave been bitten by clan members and therefore they fall forth into said clans. The bloodlines consist of: Seductives led by the Torehns, the Armorors led by the Rougels, the Protectives led by the Korins, the Cryptives led by the Glavtians, and the High bloodline which is the supremes is led by Ishlandiar.

To distinguish each clan, they are divided by rings, all different colors and models to follow rank. Clans live together and protect eachother, though there are rebellious members who seek to overthrow their leaders in thirts for power. All Vampires follow rules overseen by the Supreme bloodline. Revealing oneself, turning in mass, killing ones own, or anything beyond such is terms for automatic destruction. With the bloodline becoming overstretched through by imbreeding, and mutation, the bloodline has been obstructed somehow and the search to know why has become lucritive. The recent strands of human attacks has led many vampires to be on edge, and many to leave their clans seclusively. Many vampires believe the mutation of bloodlines encourages power and with so few supremes awake, it is difficult to keep them at bay. The rebellious nature has become too much for many clans to withhold. Even though the Supreme Bloodline is the most powerful, many have been asleep for centuries and cannot be awoken in present time.

When feeding it is imparative that bodies be destroyed if killed and if turned they be brought back to clans. Sadly this has not been happening with the outbreak of resistance of clan members. The vampires still loyal have been trying to cover the tracks but more and more humans have been locating deanimated corpses and it is causing a mess. Many vampires have taken jobs amongst humans to be able to weed there way into covering material up, but at the same time get closer to the truth…

Hello world!

Vampire Bloodline Chronicles has its own blog, like OMG, right? Well tons of people have been asking for me to start from the beginning, so beg no more, here it is. For those who have already read a few of the chapters I have posted on The Sims 3 forums, may Bob be with you and just enjoy it I guess. I am sure no one as read the Lore or oNe yet, so get to it. Remember I am not writing a novel here, because we all know I could if I wanted. I am trying to keep these short yet interesting without warding people off from the lack of actually wanting to read.

Blood for Blood Simmers!

Rego