Sample: advanced literate, vampire. PMs.
Ah, New York. Take a breath: there's only a small chance you'll inhale something cancerous. Cigarette smoke, at least, regardless of where you are, the laws, or the people. It was night time; you know, the time when the monsters and goblins roam. Though here, it's more like rapists and freaks. Either way, welcome to the wild ride voted number one in the world: New York City.
The trend in murders around there were alarming. Everyday, it seemed like more and more of the city's baddies were falling to their knees -- or out windows, down stairs, or into the paths of moving cars -- drained completely of blood. A cruel, twisted trick, by the world's greatest killer? Not quite. Call it the signature of a very, very hungry kind of beast. And, one of those beasts, right at this moment -- the clock striking ten -- was enjoying the living day's out of themselves.
Laughing, Anna slapped the table with one hand, another hand up to cover her grinning mouth. No reason to go and frighten the bar goers with some pretty, pointy teeth so early in the game. Why she was laughing was debatable: the girl's system was running on 98% alcohol, judging my the number of frosty mugs and glasses stacked in front of her on the bar. The tender rolled his eyes, furious: this girl came it maybe once a week, and each time she drank near his entire stock, then disappeared without paying. Strangely enough, the cost of the drinks she had consumed found it's way to his mailbox a few nights afterwards, accompanied by a wonderfully large tip. So, he couldn't complain.
But now, she seemed to be bring friends along. Hobos off the street, most of them looked like. No one fit enough to have the right to sit at her side. Anna (though he didn't know her name) was in the prime of her life, probably no older than twenty-five or six -- he couldn't remember exactly. It had been so long since he had checked her ID -- with beautiful, rosy red hair, curled to a sort of unmoving perfection, though the ends bounced lightly as she walked. Her eyes were green and skin of a pretty, pale complexion. It wasn't uncommon that men were buying her drinks around the bar. But tonight seemed a bit different -- instead of being the life of the bar, sitting herself in the middle of the line of stools, she was over in the corner, hanging out with a bunch of drunken looking hobos.
The tender sneared as he looked their way: Anna looked as if she had even dressed up for this night, too, only to be bombarded by a bunch of idiots. Not that he even liked Anna, but her tips added up quickly enough for him to move into a bigger apartment, and hire someone to clean the bar out once a week.
In the corner, Anna spoke, babbling almost, through the liquor on her breath. The men around here weren't hobos, but others like herself -- all of them wishing to do what she had did. And that was to drink directly from the evil in the world. Sitting with her legs crossed, in a dress of a fine, black velvet material, she leaned forward, chattering quietly about what she did. It wasn't often she exposed her vampire secrets, but when she was drunk enough... anything could happen. For a moment, she stopped to take a breath, closing her eyes as she suddenly felt dizzy. Maybe a bit too much to drink tonight, she thought, eyes watering behind the lids. With a lithe hand, she readjusted the straps of her sleeveless dress, pushing them higher up on her shoulders. She might've dressed unreasonably for the crowd around her, but there was no way she was going to dress sluttily as well.
The newbie vampires around her jostled each other in her silence, muttering cruel things about each other. When would they learn that being a vampire had nothing to do with how mean they were? Anna, surprisingly, was a kindly sort of person -- downright sarcastic and hotheaded, but she adored the simpler, nicer things in life. But there was always that feeling, buried beneath her seemingly human exterior, that demanded blood-- death, evil, misery... Maybe she could understand these foolish little vampires after all.
With a sigh to herself, Anna continued, speaking mostly in riddles and repeating herself: she had been one of the few vampires lucky enough to learn from the master himself, all those years ago, when she had first been bitten. Personally, Anna thought these scum off the New York streets should learn for themselves, but they seemed to think of that as impossible. Oh well.
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