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Just a private lil thing.
[ A beautiful, ornate mansion. A gigantic home, tied to a large vineyard. His family was definitely wealthy. Theirs was the kind of opulence a lot of people didn't get to see, period. However, they tended to be quiet and out of the way. They tended to avoid the papers, the tabloids, so on.
Because, in reality, like many underground people, they weren't human. And a lot of that wealth came not from wine, but from the kind of "blood" spirits they made; vampires had a need to safely acquire it from humans, but to just abduct humans in the modern day wasn't... very kosher. Authorities would notice. So they started a business. A sort of production facility. It was easy enough--with the right kind of aid, of course, and the right money--to dedicate time to an underground facility, a network of caverns. Former salt mines, repurposed to hold people. The facilities weren't as poor and barren as you'd think, despite this. Rooms and beds and such were good enough. But most were kept out of the "cold room" where all the blood was drained. No one wanted to see THAT mess, after all.
They were working on making it so the souls and personalities within were... not very often a problem. However, sometimes, things still slipped through the cracks. Be that as it may, though, their youngest son was a bit of a spoiled child, and he tended to prefer his food--ah, fresher. A playboy who runs around with little regard to the consequences, his sister and family always cleaning up after him. Truly a problem... but he'd grown bored again today, and he needed something new to do. He just didn't expect to find it quite so easily.
Someone was with him. He couldn't help himself--he was always looking for something to entertain him. And this one, like so many others, had been interesting. Raised, or not, he liked people. It's just that they tended to be beneath him. Still, that was no reason not to enjoy his time with them, wasn't it?
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock. The knock at the door is probably only slightly unexpected. After all, you don't run into someone like him that often, do you? ]
Hey. I brought you something!
Because, in reality, like many underground people, they weren't human. And a lot of that wealth came not from wine, but from the kind of "blood" spirits they made; vampires had a need to safely acquire it from humans, but to just abduct humans in the modern day wasn't... very kosher. Authorities would notice. So they started a business. A sort of production facility. It was easy enough--with the right kind of aid, of course, and the right money--to dedicate time to an underground facility, a network of caverns. Former salt mines, repurposed to hold people. The facilities weren't as poor and barren as you'd think, despite this. Rooms and beds and such were good enough. But most were kept out of the "cold room" where all the blood was drained. No one wanted to see THAT mess, after all.
They were working on making it so the souls and personalities within were... not very often a problem. However, sometimes, things still slipped through the cracks. Be that as it may, though, their youngest son was a bit of a spoiled child, and he tended to prefer his food--ah, fresher. A playboy who runs around with little regard to the consequences, his sister and family always cleaning up after him. Truly a problem... but he'd grown bored again today, and he needed something new to do. He just didn't expect to find it quite so easily.
Someone was with him. He couldn't help himself--he was always looking for something to entertain him. And this one, like so many others, had been interesting. Raised, or not, he liked people. It's just that they tended to be beneath him. Still, that was no reason not to enjoy his time with them, wasn't it?
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock. The knock at the door is probably only slightly unexpected. After all, you don't run into someone like him that often, do you? ]
Hey. I brought you something!