A vampire clan migrated to a new city, planning to take it over and rule it from the shadows. Then they saw the humans carving cutlery and toys for the young from vampire bones, and laugh at the ones they left alive…hanged on the streets, left to flail helplessly while the sun burns them.
You never wanted this.
You understood the risks of vampirism, but in a sense it was near perfect immortality. You could die when you wanted, always look pretty, and not have to watch as your friends die around you. All you needed was a glass of Ambrosia from time to time and you were set.
But this...
It's...
a Parade.
You only followed due to your higher kindred's orders, who were you to disrespect them after all? I mean, he granted you the immortality you desired and why would you disrespect that?
But now, as the sun rises above the edge of the horizon, you hear their screams. Their strangled, terrified screams. Some end with the sounds of bone snapping, some end with blood gurgling and clotting in the throat. ...and some. Some last for hours before they finally burn to death.
Even from your closeted hiding place, you see your higher kindred, impaled on a spear going through his back and exiting through his mouth. The pole inside nearly missing his heart; Black ichor leaking from every wound. Just another chorus for the damn harmony.
It's overwhelming, all consuming. The noise, you mean. Laughter from residents adorned in crowns of garlic flowers and crosses lodged in-between their ears like pencils. Stakes in coat pockets or lodged in the hearts of your brothers.
The children had joined in the celebration. Giggling along with the sounds of bones being scraped into home-made stakes for them to partake too. Weary parents helping their child kill a vampire for the first time.
This is what they must feel like. Every time I hunted, killed, drank from and bit them. They felt like I do. Like a plaything; a rabbit when faced by the undying might of a hungry tiger. A bat being hunted down by an owl. It hit you right in the heart when it finally came to you, and now it won't stop stinging.
You need to get out of here. When sun sets and they believe we're all gone. You need to get out. What will happen next is uncertain, but you need to get out. You... need to... get out...
For once, you felt your undead heart beat with a flame that hadn't been there before.
