There is something about going into combat with your band of brothers first thing in the early morning; when the blackness of night converts to a grayish blue and watch, as the gray slowly fades away with the arrival of the sun. The morning we slaughtered the men who had ostracized us was a crisp one, the fog hanging heavily on the hill as we exacted our revenge. I can still recall the look on the faces of our former brethren as we crept into their huts; our fierce eyes the last sight the bastards saw as we tore out their throats and drank their blood. Our first kill as vampires would ultimately be the men who, for their own selfish reasons, distorted our human existence.

Once our mission in the village complete we set off on what I thought to be our “path of righteousness”, many, many later years would come to reveal its self to be a path of perplexity.

For many years my brothers and I fought for and with those who were being subjugated and the land they relied on; using these causes to fuel our hunger, not just for battle, but for blood. Today I don’t have any causes that fuel morality and unfortunately I am confident my father would be disappointed in the life I now lead.

I haven’t seen the twins or Keane in decades, breaking from each other after the Second World War. I have to confess that were I to come in contact with them again, I hope it were only Keane. Fallon and Finn I would be content without.

However that is the beginning of my long never ending past, my immortal life has been a series of violent happenings and adventurous endeavors. I have been everywhere and seen almost everything since the Fall of Rome. Fortunate, I have been in this immortality to experience the histories of so many different cultures. I have had many employers over the years in countries so far from my home and on the order I have infiltrated and left my deadly mark, some for royalty and some for the common man. If I were being honest with myself, I would confess I did it all for; myself. As a vampire all you have is yourself and I strategically placed myself in the way of any and all battles, conflicts, wars assisting anyone with the right amount of cause, only collecting coin from those who could afford it and the majority of the time only the privileged forfeited a purse. In this day and age I have not a cause but a price for all, human and vampire alike.

The modern enemy has a more extensive arsenal and it is imperative that I reciprocate, to do so I require payment for each job executed and I am always paid timely and handsomely.

Today I still occasionally work for humans masking myself as what is now referred to as an assassin, never meeting the client, I conduct all business through modern technological devices, the cellular telephone is a marvelous contraption. Prior to these advances I relied on the proverbial “word of mouth” trickling down to a vampire third party, though it’s almost been a thirty years since I worked for humans. For vampires I have no disguise, they are aware of my skill, usually channeling all pertinent information through the Queen, employing me as she see fit. I admit I enjoy the hunt, the strike and the kill of those who are justifiably wrong but the summoning had grown tiresome.

So much so that I no longer researched the tasks, verifying that my Queen wasn’t sending me on fool errands as I had in the past. Now, I just, do as I am told, is the best way to describe the current impression of my life and the mundane lethargy of it. My foes, in this day and age, are no match for my ancient intelligence and honed skill, it’s almost effortless.

My current location is New Orleans, LA, a southeastern city in Louisiana. Founded in 1718 and named for Philippe d’Orleans, the Duke of Orleans, Regent of France. A travel agent would describe it as a unique city, inhabited by a plethora of cross-culture and multilingual heritage. A place famous for not only its cuisine and music; but festivals of all kinds; Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest are the most popular.

Then there is our world, here in this fair city lies the underworld, of blood and sex and death, silent to the majority of the human populace; a world where we, as beautiful creatures of the night, seduce and feed on or enjoy sexual gratification from humans. It is a direct explanation, but a truthful one.
New Orleans is also a hotspot for Vodou or Voodoo, though it is seen as more of a tourist attraction these days, it is in fact very real and still seriously practiced within the city. When Napoleon sold the territory to the United States it broke the immigration barrier allowing an influx of many different races to settle in the area. With them came their culture, religions and heritage making New Orleans a rapidly growing and richly diverse place, a Mecca for the strange and unusual.

The surge of vampire activity in the city has been rampant for some time now and as my current employer resides within the city, I have remained here. Although it’s been some time since I ventured out of New Orleans, but the job is what it is and I go or stay where I am needed.