Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-33161724-20161102120948

By day, they were part of the town's mob, eager to lynch anyone that stands in their way. They didn't care who. Just as long as it wasn't one of them.

By night, the prowled the forests, far from prying eyes. They thirsted for blood. Unlike the mafia, however, they could make more. No use for needless Amnesiacs when you can simply bite someone on their exposed flesh. But they had to be careful--the magic that this town contains can only keep so many of them alive. And they couldn't overload it. They were given a second life, but with so many constrictions, they might as well have been gone and buried.

They send the youngest Vampire to see if the new member deserved to be given a second chance. The lackie beams with pride as he dashes through the night to their target. He thinks he's ready as he sneaks through the door.

He sees the Consort, getting ready for a night with the lowly Sheriff. The consort may not have been as lethal as the other Mafia, but she knew how to defend herself. As the lackie crept up on her, she lashed out in self-defense, and the vampire was taken aback. Struck by panic and nerve, he had no choice but to bite down on her neck. She refused to give up, and using the last of her energy died on the floor covered in blood. The vampire panicked. The town would recognize these marks. They would cry out for Vampire blood. With nowhere else to run, the Vampire hastily retreated into the forests.