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Black Market [Dark Amethyst]

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Name: Bryce Logan


Age: 22


Species: Vampire


Personality:


The first image someone would have of Bryce would be that he is social, upbeat but a bit foulmouthed with friends and that you might not want to piss him off. Somewhat true. But his personality goes far deeper than that, obviously.


And he's way softer than he looks.


First there's the behaviour that reaches the surface. We see a young man who doesn't shy away from booze, experiments with drugs, who can be quite a handful and awfully reckless, even though he doesn't really get outright aggressive. We see someone who has little respect for his own body, who is far from prudent and likes a good party.


Bryce likes kicks. Sports can't be extreme enough and he won't back down when things get dangerous. Because besides adrenaline, Bryce also really likes admiration.


He is convinced he can hold his liquor very well. And, well... he can, but he still crosses his limit without realizing it very often, resulting in him doing rather stupid things.


Such as trying things he should stay away from. See, he wouldn't start doing harddrugs for the heck of it, but if someone offered him to try a little bit of something? Chances are he won't see the consequences and think 'why the fuck not?'. His mentality is not one of caution.


As mentioned before, he also has no respect for his body (or himself, for that matter, despite his confidence, though he's not consciously aware of that), so there's not really much inhibition to stop him from doing dangerous things.


He's also a little bit afraid of commitment. Something to do with a girl he's still not over. He is now usually found with women who don't really like having strings attached either because he finds the whole solid relationship thing a little scary.


Doesn't mean he doesn't get attached to people. Bryce really wants to be liked and is extremely easygoing, as long as things stay superficial and even though he may not be very smart, he is the polar opposite from socially awkward.


He is a fun person to be around, but you do need to have a similar sense of humour.


And he is also a pretty good friend. Which means; it would be a mistake to think he can be called early in the morning and trying to pry him away from his partying ways is futile, but if there's anything wrong, he can definitely be counted on.


Now, despite not being very aggressive, he can get violent, but that either requires a challenge (Bryce does not mind bar brawls at all) or you need to have fucked up really, REALLY bad. He is definitely not one to solve it all with his fists, but he is sensitive to competition, so if it's not the anger, it's usually the challenge that can get him into a fight.


He's a typical brawler; he can hold his own in a fight, but if he were to be fighting someone with martial arts training, he'd definitely lose. Add to that that he usually gets in those fights when drunk, reducing his skills considerably.


Last but not least, Bryce has very little selfreflection. He sees himself as quite streetsavvy, partially because he has seen his fair share of the lower regions of society. He basically thinks he knows what the world has to offer.


That there is more than that, like, say, an economy, people that have experience with all kinds of normal work, politics and that those things are pretty important he often doesn't quite realize. Or he just doesn't really care about them. Or both. He just doesn't see their relevance, especially in relation to his own life.


He has a very lazy attitude towards things such as 'ambition' or 'career', even though by now he is kind of starting to get a little bit worried. He knows he's nothing. He knows he contributes nothing to society and he knows plenty of people kind of look down on him. He knows that he is of the wrong kind, too.


And sometimes, in between partying, that can kind of hurt and make one feel pretty lonely.


Bio: Bryce got bitten soon after a party. The lady that took him home with her turned out to have some ulterior motives and was gone by the time Bryce came to.


He adjusted to it relatively well. The blood wasn't the problem, since he didn't have to kill for it and in Bryce opinion, it wasn't much different from eating meat, with which he also never had a problem. He dealt with it all by going out at night, partying mostly, and just sleeping throughout the day.


Extra: He has quite a number of tattoos


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Name: Mallory Scott


Age: 21


Species: Human


Personality:


- Idealistic


Mall has quite the set of values and moral codes she adheres to and is still convinced that she can change the world for the better, if only she screams loud enough, which also makes her a wee bit naive. And too stubborn to see that and/or accept it.


- Short fuse and a big mouth


Mallory wears her heart on her sleeve with pride and isn't afraid to take up a challenge, be it physical or verbal. She's quite vulgar in her choice of words and you can expect a lot of 'fucks' and 'goddammits' but she is definitely one to think quick on her feet and it would be silly to confuse her crude language for a lack of intelligence.


- Charismatic


Mallory is the kind of person that can make people move. She has energy, ausdauer and a sense of slightly dark humor.


She is also pretty spontaneous and assertive. She isn't afraid of going against the stream if need be and is also not afraid to end up on her own; she has faith in who she is and that confidence alone is often enough to push through.


On top of that, deep down, Mall just likes being the rebel, even in the tiniest of things.


She difinitely still has a wild streak in her and quite immature, even though her confidence often makes her come across as a lot more mature than she actually is.


- Mallory enjoys a good party, is very fond of rockmusic (the more raw, the better) and on days that she takes it slow, she just really likes hanging out with friends.


Another hobby of hers would be streetart. Kicking up trouble is also something she's not very likely to say no to.


However, a hobby people generally see less of, is painting.


- She dislikes authority, in general. Doing nothing is also something she sucks at. Mallory needs something to do at all times, or she'll get awfully restless.


Reading is not on her list of hobbies either and she only reads to educate herself on things if she has to. Not for fun.


Bio: Having grown up among vampires, Mallory is not very afraid of them. Not afraid enough, quite likely. She is of the opinion that they deserve equal rights and has been in several protests.


In her group of friends, quite a number are vampires and she's known them for a very long time.


Extra: She drinks quite a bit
 
Name: Sophie Lorelle


Age: 17


Species: Human


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Personality:


- Confident


Soph knows how to handle herself in a variety of situations, whether that's handling an idealistic drunk at the pub, to having to comfort a crying, screaming 5 year old. It would take a considerable amount to truly rattle Sophie, even vampires wouldn't do that much.


- Sarcastic


Sarcasm has always been a coping mechanism for Sophie, which has on more than one occasion gotten her into trouble. It also comes in quite handy when dealing with her job as a waitress. It would be an understatement to say that she hasn't had her fair share of unpleasant encounters with visitors to the bar.


- Secretive


Sophie rarely reveals her secrets or past to people, because she has always been taught that revealing secrets is a weakness that other people can use against you. It's a bad habit to get into. If anyone ever gets a little too close with questions, she will make up a lie. Usually, a different lie for different people.


- Responsible and Protective


Sophie is very aware of her responsibilities, especially to her younger siblings who she has charge of. Nothing would ever come in between them, because she would always be there to protect them, from whatever.


Bio:


With Sophie's parents being taken by a group of traditional vampires, oblivious/careless to the laws, Sophie had to care for her now orphaned younger siblings, who she loves and would protect with everything she has. Sophie was the only one who saw the accident, and had to lie to her siblings about their parents dying in a 'tragic accident'. It's true ever since she has been slightly fearful of Vampires, the added fact that she couldn't afford to move to another part of the city didn't help either. She has a full time job working at a nearby bar, which hosts both humans and vampires, which she hates to no end.


(Hey, is this alright? Sorry it took a while. xD )
 
Oh, it's fine. Maybe Mall can be her coworker or something? That could make interaction a little easier
 
Sure!


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Mallory


In the kitchen, a young woman was busy doing the dishes. People were moving quickly behind her back. The restaurant part of the cafe was crowdy this evening, so the kitchen was full.


Mallory couldn't say she liked the job. But it did earn some cash and her co-workers were mostly cool. She actually made a few new friends here.


While cleaning a knife, she accidentally cut herself.


"Goddammit," she hissed.


"Here!" one of the boys who also did the dishes tossed her a package of bandaids.


"Thanks," Mallory mumbled. She quickly washed the bit of blood off in a different sink. Even with vampires as customers, it wasn't very professional to bleed in the same water you cleaned things in. She then quickly put a bandaid on it and switched places with the boy; she dried, he cleaned. That way she couldn't get any blood in the water.


"Only fifteen minutes left and then I'm off," she said.


"Lucky you, my shift ends at ten," the boy said. Mallory did not envy him.


Bryce


He was starting to wake up. Surprisingly early for him, but last night had been a tame night. His phone told him that it was around seven in the evening. He yawned and stretched comfortably. He got off the couch on which he had crashed the previous night, wearing only his boxers. His muscular body - Bryce had often visited the gym when he was still human, because vanity was no stranger for him - was decorated with a lot of tattoos. Many were not very well done and most of them did not have much thought put in them from his side, but he didn't mind. There was one that he was definitely proud of, and that was a text one. It said 'Human' in big, thug-like capitals over his upper chest, shoulder to shoulder. Tacky, maybe, but a reminder that he would never lose the bit of humanity that he still had.


He waddled over to the fridge, taking out a small blood-package. It was insane how sneaky you had to be to obtain those, even if it was just pig or cow. Bryce liked pig and cow, it tasted kind of like bacon and steaks had done back when he was human.


After the feeding, he lazily put on some clothes, a black shirt and a pair of washed out jeans. His earring was still in his ear, mostly because he had simply forgotten to take it out.
 
I heard the familiar 'Goddammit' of Mallory shouting again. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and chuckle to myself. Always so brash was Mallory. I sighed as I balanced another set of plates on my arms and headed through to the dining area. It was busy tonight, and took me a few minutes to navigate the mass of people and drunks to get to my target table. After placing the plates down with a smile, and asking if they wanted anything else, I headed back to the kitchen with a glance at the clock. All of that, getting the food and sorting out the customers, had taken a whole 15 minutes. End of my shift. I breathed a big sigh of relief, taking off my waitress apron and shoving it in the lockers at the back, swapping it for my bag. "I'm out for the night guys!" I called, hoisting the bag onto my shoulder.
 
Mallory


Once her shift was done, she went over to the lockers area, where she saw Sophie. Mallory took her backpack out of one of the lockers, along with her coat, which she quickly put on.


"Same!" she added. "Later suckers!"


It was odd, how people never really got irritated whenever she said such things. Odd how people just knew when you meant it and when you didn't. She meant no offense by it, so people that knew her were hardly ever offended by it.


She stepped outside and lit a cigarette.


"God, am I glad I'm done. For fuck's sake," she mumbled, while getting the cigarette to stay properly lit. Once she succeeded, she turned to Sophie. "You going to Dev's band tonight?" she asked her.
 
"Can't." I smiled sheepishly. "Gotta look after the vicious little beasts tonight." I chuckled slightly, amusing myself with my comments. As far as I'd told everyone else, I babysit my friends children, but when I'm not doing that I'm studying for my degree. Both lies. "I take it you're going? Well, tell 'em I say hi. I'll try to make it next time." I suddenly felt my phone buzzing in my bag, and swiftly grabbed it and opened it, muttering a quick apology to Mallory. I rolled my eyes with an irritated sigh as my little sister's name appeared on the screen. "Hey, what's the--" I never got to finish my sentence as a horrifying scream was emitted from the tiny phone. "EMILY?!" I yelled down the phone, immediately filled with panic. "EMILY?! FOR GOD'S SAKE ANSWER ME!" Silence.


"Sophie! Tell Jake to take the spider outside!" Her high pitched voice whined down the phone. To say I was relieved was an understatement.


"For heaven's sake, I'll be ho--there in a bit." I finished, snapping the phone shut. I then turned to Mallory with a smile, slowly taking steps to exit the alley way towards the street. "Sorry about that, I'll see you around." I said sheepishly, before hurrying my steps and turning around, breaking onto the street at a run.
 
Mallory had watched the phone call with rising confusion. She was about to ask what that was all about, but Sophie was already dashing off. Well then. For a moment Mallory considered going after her, but it seemed like Sophie was in too much of a hurry for something like that. Plus, if she had needed any help, she'd probably have asked.


Oh well. She started walking, slowly smoking her cigarette. It was getting dark rather quickly. Which was good. A few of her friends were only available after dark, after all.


Bryce had slumped down on the couch, scrolling through messages on his phone. It seemed like there wouldn't be too many fun parties. Yeah, there was this punk kid's concert, but those punky folks always seemed to disagree with him on something. The vegans were the worst. Save the animals, fuck, what else was he supposed to live off? He was a bloody carnivore now.


Now, not all of 'em were bad, obviously, but god, those few that were really fucked up the mood for him each and every time. He just wanted to have fun, drink until even his vampire body started to bloody feel it, not discuss animal rights.


He went outside. It was early, but fuck it, it was dark enough.
 
5 minutes and a hell of a lot of stairs, and I finally burst through the door of our way too small apartment. "JAKE, EMILY!" I yelled, dumping my bag on the counter-top and slamming the door shut, locking it behind me. Two little faces appeared at the entryway to the lounge almost an instant later. I turned, folding my arms. "Really? We've been through this, haven't we! Jake, no playing with spiders. Emily! No phone unless it's an emergency! We agreed, didn't we?!" I went to them, crouching in front of them to give them a hug. "You scared me, ok? Don't. Do. It. Again." I insinuated every work by lightly tapping their chests. "Did you have the ready-meal I left for you?" They nodded with a small smile, and I gently rubbed a bit of dirt off of my brother's face. "Come on then, bed time." I coaxed, standing up and nudging them towards the bedroom.


"You smell..." Jake muttered to Em.


"You look funny..." Em retorted. I just rolled my eyes at them, heading to the lounge to collapse with a sigh on the couch. I was thinking about going to see the band Mallory had suggested, but I couldn't leave them here on their own. I rubbed my eyes and face, desperately wishing that I could just walk out of here and go have a nice, long, refreshing holiday, but I knew that just wasn't gonna happen.
 
Mallory went straight for the garage. It was in one of those neigbourhoods that just looked shabby, but wasn't nearly as dangerous as all the graffiti would have you believe.


The garage was a prime example. It was impossible to guess what once the color of the walls must have been, as it was now completely covered in all kinds of colorful tags.


Mallory went inside and was immediately greeted with a cheerful hug from a friend. A broad grin broke through on her face, and she blended in with the crowd. A group of young vampires she knew well sat in a corner, looking quite serious, probably discussing something political.


The band was hastily preparing and doing a messy soundcheck. Not that anyone cared. You could sing like a sick crow and people would still cheer you on here.


Bryce had been walking the streets for quite a bit, more or less looking for something to do. It was too early for anything party related. A cop car drove passed, slowing down a little while passing Bryce. He was no unfamiliar face here and he figured some people already suspected him of being a vampire. He tried to only tell close friends, but some people just picked up the right clues, nothing you could do about that.


All he could really do was hope they weren't going to get a search warrant for his house anytime soon, because then he'd be royally fucked.
 
With a sigh I got up to have a look at the dismal view from the lounge window. It wasn't anything special, just another grimy street accompanied by more grimy people. A police car drove along the street below, and I watched it go with a frown. Police cars hardly ever came to this part of town, the last time I had saw one it was well over 6 months ago. Something must've been going on because shortly after another one drove along, driving considerably faster. "That's not right..." I murmured to myself, picking up my phone and speed dialing a friend. He picked up on the third ring.


"The police cars--" He started almost instantly, overlooking greetings completely. We never bothered for those anymore, there was no point. We knew each other too well. "I know! I saw! What the hell is going on? I mean, I know there's a gig on at the garage tonight but nothing out of the ordinary..." I paused for a moment, giving him a chance to speak.


"I didn't hear anything, so I'm assuming it's a patrol, but why now? Why here? They haven't bothered us for months." Suddenly a little voice called out from behind. "Night, Sophie!" It was Emily, swiftly followed by Jake who came up to give me a goodnight hug. "Gimme a sec, Joe." I muttered into the phone, crouching down with a smile to hug my little siblings. "Ok, lights out and straight off to bed, k?" I instructed. They nodded and scurried off again. I thought for a moment, calling out after them: "Oh, and Joe might be coming round to look after you in a bit, ok? But you just stay in bed!" I then returned to the phone. "Oh, by the way, can you come round and watch 'em while I go check this out? It isn't right and it's how...this is how it happened last time..." I practically whispered the last bit.


"Soph, I was already heading round to yours when you phoned. All this...I know. I'm just at the door, buzz me up will ya?!" I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. Joe understood me way too well. I grabbed my jacket as I went down to unlock the apartment main door, chucking him the keys before giving him a hug. "Thanks, man." I grinned.


"It's alright. Just be safe." He smiled, taking the stairs up two at a time. I rolled my eyes as I headed out into the cool evening air.


"First stop...garage."
 
Bryce was a bit caught up in his thoughts, when in front of him a girl came out of a house. He could swear he heard her mumble something regarding a garage, so he sped up until he was walking beside her. One could not accuse Bryce of not being spontaneous.


"You going to that concert?" he asked her. Chances were she was just muttering something about getting her car fixed, but on the other hand; who did that around this time of day?


He grinned and put his hands in his pockets. Given how little there was to do this evening, maybe he would go after all. He'd just have to avoid the more whiny types.
 
"um...yeah?" I answered warily, unsure of exactly who this guy was or what business he would have talking to a complete stranger. I subtly sped up my walking pace to try and get some distance, always fearing the worst.
 
A bit disappointed, Bryce slowed down. Well, that didn't work out very well. He'd probably make things worse by walking in the same direction as her, but by now he had decided he'd go as well, so she'd have to deal with it.


His phone buzzed in his pocket and he picked it up.


"Yo, Bryce," he answered. There were a few sounds, like someone was trying to get away from a crowd.


"Bryce, hey, dude, you coming tonight or not?" a friend of his asked. Bryce nodded, even though the dude couldn't see that, of course.


"Yeah, there's not much else to do tonight it seems. Just hope that one vegan chick isn't going to get all angry with me again. I'm beginning to think angry is her usual state of mind."


The other laughed.


"Awesome, see you in a bit."


Bryce put the phone away and kept walking. It shouldn't be too far at this point.
 
I gulped as I heard the man behind me on the phone, moaning about vegans. Vampire. I daren't look around, just continued my pace of walking, delicately sliding a knife down my sleeve so the handle was concealed in the palm of my hand.


After what seemed like an age I fibally rounded the corner to the garage. I paused a moment, thinking this through. This was hardly my favourite place in the world, but I needed to find out what was going on. I shook my head slightly and headed in.
 
Bryce went in after the girl. Immediately, two guys walked over to him.


"Jesus, asshole, took you long enough!" one said. Bryce laughed.


"Stylishly late, or whatever they call it," he chuckled. "You know me."


"The day you're stylish is the day vampires and vegetarians share the same foodgroup."


Well, he had a point there. Bryce walked over to a slightly quieter spot near the wall with the two, so they could actually hear eachother talk. He looked over at the stage, kind of pitying the boys there, who were clearly very much confident in their prowess as a rockband.


Mallory looked up when more people entered. She recognized both Sophie - to her surprise - and a vampire who was mostly known for the fact that he saw life as one great party. Bryce, if she wasn't mistaken.


She walked over to Sophie and grinned.


"Hey, you've come! Nice!" she said enthusiastically. She grabbed a bottle of beer from a tray and opened it with her teeth, like the true lady she was.


"You want one too?" she asked her co-worker.
 
I sighed, smiling. "Well if the city is going to hell in a handcart, let's get pissed!" I laughed, nodding and holding out my hand. "So, how are you?"
 
Mallory chuckled. She handed the girl a beer and took a gulp of her own.


"Good. About to get proper wasted," she said. "How about you?"
 
"Honestly...I'm bricking it. I've seen 2 police cars speeding past on 'patrols' and heard a couple more walking here. Something's going on, and the only reason I'm here is to find out." I explained, looking around cautiously. I spotted the guy who walked behind me in the corner with others in the corner, chatting.
 
Mallory


She frowned. Then she swore. They'd be fucked if the police showed up here. She glanced at the stage and then back at Sophie.


"Are you absolutely sure?" she then asked. There would be quite some dealing in both drugs and blood here, knowing the types that came here and they would have to be warned.


Bryce


He laughed at a joke one of the guys told. A girl walked past and for a moment he was distracted, until one of the guys punched his shoulder. He was glad he had come here; the mood was just right, the booze was good and he had already seen quite a number of his friends.
 
"Mal, I think I know police cars when I see them. The only reason I came was to see if anyone knew what was going on...multiple police raids like this aren't usually for the typical drugs and blood dealing." I lowered my voice a little as I spoke, but not so much that she couldn't hear me. "Do you think they...they might be here?" I asked cautiously.
 
Mallory frowned.


"Who is 'they'? Undercover cops you mean?" she asked. "Not likely. I haven't noticed anyone unusual. Unless someone here is a fucking snitch, of course."


She doubted it, but then again, she didn't know every single one of them through and through.
 
"Oh come on, mal. You've heard the stories about the other vamps who you know, take things a little too far...if you know what I'm saying." I spoke quietly, not wanting to be overheard.
 
Mallory


"Of course I have. But it's not like they'd be able to move around here unseen." Police investigations, that she could see happening, but the chance that one of those guys got in here without being recognized by a single other vampire was a bit ridiculous, especially given the political views of most vampires here. She sighed. Not that having the police on your doorstep was all that much better, of course.
 

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