First little chunk of Vampire Julian AU. More of my ideas and inspirations in my ‘Vampire AU Talking’ tag!
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Thirty was not a bad age to immortally be — or so Julian reckoned anyways. Of course, at the time he had been dreading that birthday, in woe at his youth now taken by the beginnings of middle-age. Now that he was never to grow older, thirty definitely did not feel so bad. His body was still healthy and strong, nary a winkle in his smooth face, and skin firm and supple if he did say so himself, all locked in a perpetually beautiful body. He had overreacted to such an age.
Now he had bigger issues at hand. Like how to cheat the sun.
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The space-station was hardly that. An oversized shopping market was a more adept title, with the benefit of being primly organized in a large circular formation. That was due to the previous owners, his very own people, until the Bajorans took it in the peace papers; to then co-inhabitant with the goody-goody Starfleet though? Atrocious. Terok Nor was once an establishment of power, where not only the military lived on, but The Guild as well (though only in the shadows).
Garak had never been on it before, and dreaded stepping on it even now, years after it was taken. A mission was a mission in the end, and vampires had to be eliminated. Blood sucking monstrosities, truly a virus that infected all species. Whether the reported was his fellow Cardassian or a deceptive Changeling, it was his job to take his obsidian stake and drive it wherever their dead heart laid; a good douse of stardust water in the case of Changelings, who neither had organs, nor could truly replicate any for the kills.
The station was the least of his ire, because in the end the report could have very well been false. Only time would tell as he inspected the life-forms living upon Deep Space Nine.
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It was the Chief Medical Officer, no doubt about it
