Prey
There are things that exist that cannot be explained or comprehended. Creatures so terrifying that the human mind refuses to believe the possibility of existence. Romantism of evil can only get you so far—dead. The stories are there throughout history. The proof is not. At least…until now.
We’re here, moving amongst the shadows. Living beneath the homes and streets you believe are safe. You are not safe. You never were. All the times you looked over your shoulder because you felt you were being watched—hunted—you were.
I am Marko Delacroix and I am not redeemable. None of us are. I am a Master Vampire, and the worst kind of man there is alive or dead. I will make you fear me, want me, and then then I will kill you. It is the nature of who we are. Of the game. And yes, to us, this IS a game.
Man versus the undead.
The undead versus ourselves.
In a new world of change and acceptance, no one is safe. But they don’t know that yet.
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