Close To Being Equal

Chapter 1

It was no longer the year 1779 but rather the year 1995. She was no longer a newborn, she was a true vampire, and knew herself to be 245 years old. The 216 years she's been a member of the Undead, and the 29 years she was alive before that. It was funny. Watching the world change, watching those close to her die. In the 216 years, she had met up with Gabriel, he apparently had found a bride in Italy, changed her, and begun a peaceful life with her. A life without danger, least much danger. He informed her that, now that she was a True Vampire, if he died she would no longer change back to a human. Her change was now permanent. Her human life was gone and there was no way to gain it back.

It saddened her to a degree, to know she'd never be able to live a normal life again.. But, she was also happier as a vampire than she ever was as a human. She liked her new life and wouldn't give it up to become human once again.

As she walked alongside a road she observed numerous cars that were flipped over or burnt, and several corpses. Apparently, a Vampire had come and decided to turn a local gang into a group of lesser-vampires called Ghouls. Ghouls were what happened to humans who were not virgins at the time of being bitten. Or, they were changed by the member of the same sex. Virgin or not, if you are the same gender as the vampire biting you, you will become a mindless ghoul.

It was ghouls that did this destruction in the upper United States. Cars overturned, bodies lying everywhere, and the stench of death in the air. This problem was why she came back to the states after traveling the world as a Vampire Hunter.

She soon halted upon noticing the graffiti on a car. The words were not ‘slang’ or gang-related as one might think, but rather dutch. A language she had come to learn throughout her years as a vampire. Whomever did the graffiti didn't know dutch very well as they didn’t get the spelling of the words right. What was suppose to read, least that's what she assumed, “Staat van de dood” read “Stat van dee dude”  The dutch meant ‘State of Death’ which could refer to how much damage they have caused or the Undead state they were in.

It was possible a ghoul did it. See, Ghouls can do anything so long as they would know how to do it from their old life. In example, a police officer whom was turned could wield a gun but a Teacher who was turned likely couldn’t.

She soon was entering an abandoned building in which the stench seemed to be coming from mostly.

As she moved through halls the sound of flesh being ripped grew louder and she watched as numerous ghouls shifted their attention toward her. Abandoning their meal, they came at her. The Silver sword of hers cutting through them like they were made of butter.

She was soon bitten by one and she grit her teeth kicking it away from her and cutting its head off when it came for another bite. One that was missing its lower half crawled and grabbed onto her ankle. She quickly raised her free leg and crushed it’s skull in. Using her sword wasn’t working too well.. She was becoming surrounded. She began to zone out as her mind worked to try and think of a way to go about this. She could attempt to use some of her Abilities as a vampire, but.. What if she lost control? What if-

The sudden blasts of guns pulled her to reality once more and she watched the ghouls around her drop like flies. She turned sharply, her sword raised with it’s blade pointed at the neck of her savior whereas their gun was pointed at her head.

The man before her was taller than her by a few inches - Maybe 3 or 4 inches taller - and was dressed in a charcoal suit with a white undershirt and a red cravat with a red, full-length overcoat and leather riding boots. Thick sunglasses, with siding similar to goggles, covered his eyes.

They looked like opposites with her having white hair and him having black. Her clothes consisting of white leather boots, and a white bodysuit that went to her ankles and wrists. The bodysuit had navy blue sides and sleeves. With it she normally wore a dark blue trench, that almost looks black, and a white and blue striped scarf.