Secrecy is the key to our survival.
So you want to know how I ended up back in Minneapolis? Well, that story requires a cigarette, preferably menthol, and a woman I can wrap my arms around and eat later.
I don’t go for those used, hand-me-down types of meals, if you get my drift. I like my humans fresh, just like that girl I ate before crossing into Iowa from Minnesota. Her essence felt damn good entering my veins. I have to say, she was the best I’d had in a very long time.
Back in the day, after finishing a good meal, I liked to unwind and smoke some hookah with my friends. But now I’m too far away from any hookah and too far from any friends.
I am on the lam after having been kicked out of the city that I built from the ground up.
Still bitter from that moment, I haven’t looked back while fleeing for my life. I had to get as far away as I could from there. My impulse to avenge my honor had to wait, at least, for now.
Everything was fine until that human arrived. For decades, I helped strengthen the Deamhan in Minneapolis, and made sure that all the vampires feared us. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, Lugat - Deamhan clans didn’t matter to me. I looked out for them all. If it weren’t for me, my species would’ve vanished from the city a long time ago.
Selene and her friends released my sire, Lucius, from Limbo, and all hell broke loose. They annihilated my supporters and dethroned me. I still haven’t figured out how they managed to free him. I made a deal with Amenirdis to plant him in there. She promised me that he would never escape as long as I helped her find the two pieces of some ancient tablet, which contained the origins of Deamhan. I had no idea why she wanted something that probably didn’t exist in the first place, but I promised to help her anyway.
Selene must have also made a deal with her because Amenirdis never does anything for free. Lucius is free now and running around in my city, trying to clean up the streets while I’m hiding in dark areas, my clothing still tattered, and smelling like horse manure. Last I heard, they killed a few more of my supporters, not including the Deamhan they massacred at the Gathering a few days ago.
The Deamhan now rallying behind Lucius like he’s their messiah just don’t know how good they once had it. He started this whole mess. He wanted to co-exist. He even fell in love with one of them! But he didn’t have the guts to stand up to them like I did. Now they’ll see how hellish it can be in the city with Selene and him running things. They’ll start searching for me, trying to get me to come back; and when they do, I’ll be waiting and ready.
After all, nothing can keep me away from Minneapolis. That’s my freaking city.
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