Introduction

Humanity was conquered long ago, the Vampire's attacked without warning and left none alive. It has long been thought also that perhaps somewhere there still exists small Enclave's of human survivors, but such worries are beneath the Vampire Nobles's. The most powerful of their kind, the nobles rule with an iron fist with cities full of Slave's to do their bidding. Vampires enslaving and subjecting Vampires, the strongest feasting on the blood of the weak. There is no hope, even the Sun has gone red and faded. Only darkness remains.

Story

As a Lord of Vampire's, I have many comforts. My home and many manors and castles like it are powered through futaristic technology-the same powers that flow through noble veins now flow through our homes. We call it, the energy we weild, our gift. The more noble your blood, the stronger it flows within us.

If I were to assess how we ruled it would be, as the Humans called it, a Feudal System. For us however it is natural, my subjects have no choice to obey if they want the scraps from my table. Their gifts are not strong enough, never will be strong enough, for them to activly hunt other Vampire's. Although they are all serfs, they have many different uses. Some can simply be slaughtered, those that refuse to serve or rebel, some are good for my more...depraved pleasure's. It matters not, they have never been recognised as Vampire's worthy of rights. I look out of my window, the chilly air as night falls and look down accross my city.

I see the Slave's in their huts, I see my City Guard patrolling and intimidating the populace. Only my home has the technology for lights and other luxeries, only I have a guarenteed blood feast. None of this strikes me as wrong or unjust. I see it as natural and right. If I were to try please the Slave's they would only be ingratitude and higher expectations in the future. Secondly, why should I please them? In my city, even the smallest favour from me is greeted with the highest of praise. I command respect, I know I am feared. I care not. I have a few favourite Slave's, some pretty girls that I have broken. You know when you break a Slave, they become unquestioningly loyal and somewhat desperate in their desire to please.

The Slave before me now interested me greatly, though I kept my stare cold. I can smell, taste the fear radiate off her as she hangs from a cage in my basement. She would serve...or be served so to speak. I allow a creul smirk to creep over my features. She was beutiful by my standards which were high. Long, simple dark hair and lovely pale skin. Well built, dark eyes yet her beuty does not affect me. I do not allow that yet. My hands glow with my gift as it flares to life, she lowers her gaze even further as she kneels in the cage. I could save or dam her upon a whim...my whim.

Story

As a Lord or Lady of a Vampire mansion you enjoy all the luxeries that come with such a title. You have your every whim fufilled, nobody can question your power or rule. Do you "save" your Slaves-treat them well but use them none the less. Or "dam" them, merciless exploitation and abuse. Their future can be decided upon a whim, your whim.