Sanguine Town

A semi-fantasy world where vampires, werewolves and the supernatural are commonplace. A series of events unfold in the city of "Sanguine Town", that intertwine the fates of five men who are at most acquaintances of the others, but hate them nonetheless.
Lucas, a vampire with no house to call for protection; Detective Inspector Jones, a detective who wants to close an important case; Dante Shadow, a half-vampire looking to redeem himself; Drake Hunter, leader of the Vampire Hunters; and Maxwell Greenwall, a werewolf with a hatred of almost everyone.


3. The Infirmary Incident

The man walked into the hospital and found his way to the waiting room.

Well, he wasn’t a man exactly. But he was not a vampire either.

He had a soul, and a conscience. Things no vampire had.

He was a half-breed: a beastly union of vampire and human.

A Semivamp.

He approached the reception desk and looked at the woman behind it.

“Hello sir,” she said.

The man sighed. “I’m so sorry I have to do this.”

His brow suddenly thickened and took on frown-like quality. His canines turned into fangs, and his eyes irises turned yellow.

The receptionist screamed and prepared to run, but the man grabbed her and threw her over the counter.

The patients started screaming, although some were obviously so confused by what was happening, they couldn’t react.

The man sighed again and walked towards a man in a wheelchair.

He opened his mouth and prepared to bite.

“What are you doing?” groaned the wheelchair man.

“I’m sorry,” said the Semivamp, biting the man’s neck.

The attack on the hospital went on much the same.

The Semivamp had killed everyone inside it, apologising to each one before he made the kill.


Far on the other side of Sanguine Town, a tall, muscular man sat alone on a bench.

He wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt and black trousers, and wore sunglasses at all times.

Leaning against the side of the bench was a walking stick, which he only used during the day.

He had long blonde hair that hung over his eyes, and liked to be alone.

He remembered the events at the hospital, and was not proud of what he had done. But it had been necessary.

A vampire looking to form his own house had owned it.

And that vampire had been putting vampiric blood into the patients.

The only choice had been to stop it.

A woman dressed in black walked to the bench and sat down.

“Hello, Dante,” she said.

He looked at her over the top of his sunglasses. “You are Amanda?”

The woman nodded.

Dante sighed. “And you are going to find a vampire to frame for the Infirmary Incident?”

Amanda nodded once again. “If you are arrested, they will surely kill you. I mean…you are a vampire.”

“Semivamp,” Dante corrected.

“Yes, Semivamp,” said Amanda, before continuing, “You have been a valuable help to the Hunters. I know you don’t like them, and they don’t exactly like you, but you have been helpful, and the occurrence of vampire attacks has lessened over the past few months.”

Dante smiled. “All the Hunters want to do is stick a stake through my heart.”

Amanda shrugged. “And yet they value your help.”

Dante stood up, grabbing his walking stick. “This meeting is over. I pray you do not fail me.”

He walked away, leaning on his stick. As a Semivamp, he was not killed by sunlight, but it did weaken him considerably.

To combat the weakening effects, he had small vials of liquid, which he usually drank as soon as the sun came up.

However, due to the events of that morning, he had not been able to return home to drink the liquid.

And that was what he was going to do.


Detective Inspector Jones walked into his office, sat in his chair and took a sip of his coffee.

Returning it to the desk, he sighed.

The Infirmary Incident had become something of an obsession for him.

His brother had been killed in the Incident.

All he really wanted was some closure.

To catch the vampire who had done it.

To close the biggest case of the decade.

There was a knock on the door, and Chief Inspector French walked in.

“Jones,” he said, opening the door, “How’s it going with the case?”

“Which case?” Jones asked.

French sat in Jones’s spare seat. “The murder of that family last night.”

Jones sighed. “Not very far. As you know, we do not have DNA records of any vampires on our records, and the only kinds of evidence there are when it comes to vampires are to do with their houses.

“This vampire didn’t seem to belong to any house. Thus, it’s a cold case.”

French slammed his fist on the table. “Damn! I bloody hate vampire cases!”

“Don’t we all,” Jones muttered.

French regained his composure and sighed. “I guess you should abandon that case then, Jones.”

“If you insist, sir,” said Jones.

French nodded. “It’s only a suggestion. Anyway, I have some news.”

Jones raised an eyebrow. “Good or bad?”

“Depends on your point of view.”

Jones sat up straight in his chair. “I’m listening.”

“The Home Secretary has decided to reopen the Infirmary Incident Case.”

Jones stood up. “Serious? I didn’t think they ever would. Now I can find that goddamn vampire who killed my brother!”

French stood up and walked to the door. “You’re lucky I’m letting you lead the case, seeing as you have a personal issue with it.”

Jones smiled. “I’m leading the case?”

French hesitated. “In a manner of speaking. You’ll be leading the police forces.”

“What do you mean, “In a manner of speaking?””

“Drake Hunter will be in complete charge.”

Jones slumped back into his chair. “Shit.”

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