"Well then... I guess we still have somethings in common, now don't we."

~ TIME SKIP ~

I'm now at my apartment and Razor is with me (sadly).

It was a quick decision and I'm sure I will most definitely regret this later, but I don't have any time.

I should explain the situation, shouldn't I?

Let us start out with who exactly the Dracul are and then I'll tell you what happened at the club. 

Though... I guess I can't explain what they are unless I tell you what I...we are.

We call ourselves the Rasa.

We can be found all over the world in many different countries and cultures. We are supernatural beings, if you will. Nobody knows what we truly are but people have been citing us for centuries.

We are often mistaken as vampires or something of the sort.

I'm telling you right now. If you so much as speak that word in my presence I will rip your tongue out faster than you blink. I've done it before too.

WE ARE NOT VAMPIRES!!!

People describe vampires as beautiful monsters that hunt at night and feed off the blood of people.

We. Do. Not. Do. That.

And really, vampires are fewer in numbers than us Rasa, which is definitely saying something...

We are somewhat similar to them, though. We live extremely long lives (if you don't die first, of occur). A lot of us are really beautiful to look at, but there are some who are downright ugly on the inside (not going to name names; you know who you are).

We also have unnatural abilities. I did refer to us as supernatural beings after all.

They vary from person to person. For example, Razor has the ability to manipulate metal.

You understand why he's called Razor, right?

Though one thing is constant when a Rasa uses his or her abilities. Their eyes always change to  a certain color unique to themselves.

That is basically what the Rasa are in a nutshell. On to the Dracul.

The Dracul isn't a council of old men governing all the Rasa in a musty, overelaborated building.

In the past  some of the Rasa decided to band together to keep our existence a secret from the public's view.

They are a vigilante group and other Rasa don't always agree with what they are or what they stand for.

But anyways, the Dracul are like the super elite of the Rasa. Or they're supposed to be.

Now, you are  probably asking things like, "why is she in trouble with the Dracul?", "what could she have done to anger them?",  "are there any hot guys in the said vigilante group?", or "why is she talking to herself?"

Here's some answers.

1.) I'm in trouble with the Dracul because I possibly...exposed the secret to a civilian by accident...yeah. It happened 15 years ago and...its a long story...

2.) They are only angry because they can't let somethings go.

3.) Ok, yes. There are a few fairly attractive men in the Dracul but you didn't hear that from me.

4.) I am perfectly sane. I think.

The Dracul have been on my ass since then. I have to keep moving from town to town so that they don't catch me. I suppose I'm not that big a problem because I only have two members actively on my case. It's not that bad.

Even if I didn't have to deal with them, I'd still have to move from place to place. I mean, what are you going to say when you still look eighteen years old when you've been in the same place  for eight years or something.

It's just easier that way...

Ok. Explanation for the crazy, frustrating night I'm having!

The club. At the said club I was dancing, having fun, and being really happy that I found a place that's willing to let in eighteen year olds.

Honestly, sometimes looking like a teen forevermore sucks.

I stopped dancing to head over to my table and sit down. It was about 11:50 when I spotted them.

They had just walked in and it was obvious that I wasn't the only one that noticed their presence.

I slipped out of the chair and veered to the edge of the room were the lighting wasn't the best. The shadows obscured my face so that they didn't see me.

They were all too familiar to me and I didn't want to encounter them in a crowded place full of people.  

I left the club out the back entrance so they wouldn't see me. That's when I decided to head home and get out of town. I usually would have had some notice before them come, but I guess I'm just getting old.

You basically know the rest after that and now we're in the present.

~

I finished stuffing my duffle bag and look to Razor.

"Don't touch that."

"Yeah, yeah, don't touch your crap. Can we go now, boss lady?"

My eye twitches at the old pet name and I stop myself from yelling at him. I straighten up with my bag in hand and head for the door.

"How many are after you?"

"About two. You?"

"Two."

By that time we made it to the elevator.

"You know, you really had a nice place. Shame you have to leave it."

"Enough with the sentiment."

"Sure thing boss lady."

JUST...I.....whatever...I give up.

We reach the lobby and headed out the door. On the street we turned a corner to an ally way. Sitting in the silhouette of my apartment building was Razor's beat up old truck.

Damn I missed that thing. Don't miss the man, just the truck.

But the thing is, we didn't make it to the car.

"Ça fait longtemps ."

(Long time no see.)

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*May use different languages in the future. Don't know yet. Sorry if I botched the language. -_-

Hey guys, hoped you liked the explanation and how long the chapter was.

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