Hello! Here, I will answer all your inquiries in your reviews as best as I can without spoiling the story. :)
- Vermouth and Ano Kata: Some of you have been wondering about the relationship between these two. I can tell you that they do have a special connection. Sometimes, knowing the origin of some family names in my fanfic can help. The rest is to be found out!
- Rei = vampire? Perhaps? Perhaps not? ;)
- Chapter 1: Vermouth said that Ano Kata can't kill her?! (Sharp eyes, Actress Chris vineyard.) It is related to eternal youth, but not completely. You're on the right track.
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A bar, New York, USA, late 1970s
"Same as always?" the bartender asked as she reached for a couple of bottles in the back.
"Yeah," Shari replied as she, exhausted, leaned against the wooden counter.
" 'Business must be going well. The guys are all crazy for you," the bartender continued as she shifted her gaze to some drunk clients who were staring at Shari lecherously.
"That's good," Shari answered indifferently as she wiped her sweat with a handkerchief. At the suggestion of the bar owner, who had noticed the opportunity in turning the run-down bar into a flourishing business thanks to her performances, Shari had sung and danced longer than ever. Now, she would love to sit down if the chairs weren't reserved for clients.
"Here you go, hon."
"Thanks, Daisy," Shari replied before downing the whole glass of cocktail. The faintly sweet, but caustic liquid burned her tongue and throat. She loved this sensation. It kept her alive in this disgusting, infectious world of 'living deads'.
It was perhaps by chance that she decided to glance toward the broken door during this fateful second.
The wooden door, with fading paint and blurry glasses, creaked inaudibly as a man entered the cacophony. His looks, attire and gait were so ordinary at first sight that he would seem invisible had he walked across a stage during a performance by others.
Nevertheless, as Shari observed more thoroughly this new guest, she realized that the man was rather unique in appearance, and this 'supernatural' power of concealment was the fruit of the man's own wits.
The man was so tall that his gaze seemed to be permanently filled with disdain as he glanced down at the tiny world and its simple-minded 'runts'. However, this man rarely glanced at others and never in their eyes, not out of shyness, but of slyness. By avoiding bothering others, even with his gaze, the man received the same unspoken favor in return.
The man sat at a table and placed an order for the servant in a voice so low that it seemed conspiratorial. Compared to the other clients, who spoke with loud voices and exaggerated motion, especially in their drunken states, the man looked like a statue, only moving his lips when talking or the necessary muscles to perform his tasks.
As his arms rested on the table, Shari could distinguish hints of bumps under the long sleeves, indicating muscles strengthened by years of training.
A cop? Shari thought as she took the refilled glass from Daisy. The man was too... unique to be one of the street gangsters hanging around the district.
"Who's the new guy?"
"Not really new. 'Just had stopped hanging around before you worked here," Daisy replied as she fetched the bottles needed for the man's order. "You've heard of the Black Snakes?"
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