Ashley was walking aimlessly around the city. She needed to know the truth, take revenge for her kind, and protect her family from the vampires. But first, she had to find a place to stay.
As she wandered through the streets, she noticed a house with a “For Sale” sign. On the sign was a phone number: +1 710 002 99 85. She took out her phone and called the number.
The seller arrived soon after. When he saw that a teenage girl had called, he said, “Sorry, young lady. I can’t sell this property to you unless your parents give permission.”
Ashley walked away, feeling disappointed. But then, an idea struck her. She was a vampire; maybe she could hypnotize the man.
She turned back and called out, “Wait! Mr.—”
The man turned around and said, “What is it, little one? I have to—”
Before he could finish, Ashley locked eyes with him and said with determination, “My parents have already given me permission to buy this property, Mr. So you have to give me the keys now.”
Her plan worked. She hypnotized the man and took the keys from him.
From now on, she had a place to live, and she could finally start researching more about the vampire world—and about herself.
Somewhere else—
A palace with blood-red walls, towering spires, a luxurious appearance, and a golden gate. This was the palace of Prince Remus, the Prince of New York.
(Note: In this world, a prince or princess is the executive leader of the vampires in the city.)
Prince Remus was sitting on his throne, sipping a glass of blood. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” the Prince said.
A woman entered. She had red eyes, long blonde hair, and wore an elegant black dress.
“Your Majesty, I have some... troubling news.”
Prince Remus asked, “What is it, Amora? Another murder? Werewolves attacked us again?”
Amora sighed, “No, Your Majesty. It’s much worse. There’s a Blue Moon vampire alive.”