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The Nephilim - the bogeyman for monsters.... and all those who could be monsters.
“Have you not learned to never ask where the food or drinks come from?” she scolded one of the customers. “Do you want the blood or not?” After receiving a confused nod, she handed the vampire the glass with cold blood, then went back to pouring a purple liquid. Naturally, it was stronger than regular alcoholic drinks, as most customers who came by required something much stronger in order to feel something.
It took her a moment to realize the bar had fallen silent. Odd, she thought. That meant someone especially foolish or dangerous had appeared. This bar was usually the one place where the creatures could let down their guard a little. To have that guard go right back up.. it was no good for the money she’d earn tonight. It wouldn’t be as much as other nights. Sad.
She didn’t turn around and continued pouring, no matter if she felt a hot burning in her chest, making every nerve in her body want her to turn around. What was going on? Who was this newcomer?