What's in a word?
A story?
Whats in a story?
A life?
Whats in a life?
Whatever you place there.
The name was Meridian. The name is appropriate. A median, a place in the middle.
What had been placed there was a teeming populous of humankind, nestled in their glass and steel shells. Each little person had a life, each little person has a story. A pity we can't follow them all. Some would be a lot like you. The working Joe, the student, the single mother and the typical American: 1.5 kids.
But We're only able to single out one life, one journey. Perhaps not even what you and I would consider a life. Our hero doesn't consider it a full life either. Meridian, and the world it resides in isn't as it seems. Beneath the human populace lies a microscopic minority. One hidden...one who's secrecy is a requirement. One that's lived in symbiosis with human society since Able and Caine. Since the first murder
The word of Darkness. The world that hides from the light, and since the fall of the Dark ages, has hidden from humanity. Vampires. Don't laugh. It's quite real here. It's a rough 10,000 to one ratio, large in cities with large slum areas, smaller in suburbs and places where such practices would be noticed. Meridian is one of those cities. Under the concrete jungle is a darker place. A place where winos lounge in the gutter, and bums pads the streets muttering to themselves. One we see every day, and one only the unfortunate live. Meridian is slowly rotting from the inside... and its vampiric population is all too happy to feast on the displaced and the vagrants created by this.
And here is where we touch on our hero. Don't call him human... he barely passes for that anymore. The slum people just call him 'Doc'. Normal people call him weird. He calls himself Andrew. No fancy names like Darksoul, or Bloodfang. This happens to real people. That doesn't stop some of them from hiding behind the names... but Andrew isn't like most of Merdian's underground population.Andrew doesn't LIKE what he is. He never has.
His world is dark. A world where he hasn't been able to say the words 'Good afternoon' for well over 50 years. A world where you have to look twice at that corporate Ex's face you see on TV. Didn't you see him 20 years ago trying to get a meal by ripping into someone's neck? Who knows.
Welcome to the world of Darkness... prepare to follow one of it's inhabitants through hell and hopefully back..
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