In my younger years, when one threw a party, the closest people would hang around after—or even the next day—to help pick up a little. It seems many of the old social norms people lived by have vanished. I suppose that's why the world seems to be sinking to a level that even a demonic being, such as myself, could tolerate. Perhaps in this era, I should be saying "SELF-IDENTIFIED DEMONIC PERSON" or some such nonsense. What a load of emotional conditioning. It's funny; I always hear about social conditioning, but this new talk I hear is no different—only newer. ANYWAY, I digress.
This place is nothing more than the condition it has been left in. They all seem to believe they can just show up on any given night, consume all the food and drink they desire, and no one has to stay behind and take care of the mess. I bet the thought never even crosses their minds.
Let me count... 46, 47, 49... There are over fifty bodies just lying around, all over my place, and perhaps ten of the guests are still conscious. Let's see who will stay behind to dispose of all these meals.
My name is ABRAXAS. I truly have no recollection of the name I was given at birth; it was far too long ago. Clearly, I need to select a higher quality of creature to sire, because it seems that ALL the ones who do stick around are shiftless layabouts who want nothing more than a free blood bag and a place to fornicate. Sorry, maybe not ALL. Kara is one of the better ones. She's the one who will get rid of the bones after they are cut up for the dogs and burned in the cremation furnace in the basement. We are currently on deck to get one of those new steam cremators. Liquifying the dead. A little weird. Like Soylent Green, but I'm sure nobody remembers that movie.
Kara is the cute blonde who manages our little business front. A business I began years ago to get around the persistent problem of body disposal. It gets to be such a nuisance putting bodies in the ground. I've tried foundations of new buildings, stacking them above graves, and I even snuck some into city morgues—but that has become difficult these days.
Kara is always so loyal and driven. I genuinely got lucky finding her. She was in her last semester of college and fatally non-social—very strange for a girl as cute as her. I assume it was because she didn't really bloom until a year before I found her, and by then, she had already fallen into a 'cat lady' existence long before she should have. I woke up the dirty spirit she had inside. There is a good chance I could have gotten her to climb aboard without turning her, but the human side would always be that little rat in the back of her mind thinking this might not be ethical or something. I may have been a little manipulative to turn her just to keep her 100% loyal, but if THAT is the problem you have—and not the killing her and making her a killer herself—then YOU are the one with issues that need addressing, not me.
She is most likely asleep upstairs with a few of the other girls, as per usual.
Kara, Jade, and Sonya have grown close over the past couple of years.
Jade is nice enough. Her name suits her for sure. She is about five feet flat, with light caramel skin and red curly hair with freckles. You can feel the energy shift when she walks into a room.
But Sonya... I have no idea what Kara sees in her. She is about six and a half feet tall. She has brown hair, eyes too close together, and couldn't tie her shoes without a book for dummies to help her—and someone to help her read it.
Kara sired both of them, and they are fiercely loyal to her, and in turn, to me as well, as I am their dark grandfather. They all work under Kara at STRAGULARIUM.
Our little building—which started as a building, turned into a mansion, and is now two small businesses and a home—sits at the intersection of three streets. It is laid out in such a way that one business is on one street, one on another, and our home is kind of just hidden on the third street, right on the edge of the inner commercial zone. The home part technically breaks a few zoning laws, but nobody has ever given us any pushback. It is mostly underground and shielded from the commerce above.
Jade takes care of security for all of it, and she has zero flexibility. Cross her, and the likelihood of survival drops to zero. She is cold, smart, and keeps everything compartmentalized in her mind.
Sonya just pushes drinks at the club. She is very friendly—very strange for a vampire—but as a human, she was a self-centered bitch and a total sociopath who killed her parents off at twelve. I think she ate at least one of them. Now, she is like a brainless little flower. It's strange how the Change affects everyone in such a unique way.
Then we have Chad. He is a good guy, the last one who rounds out the family that lives with us.
Chad bounces for the club and does various odd jobs. He is polite when he has to be and vicious when that is called for, but we just have nothing in common, aside from the draining-blood thing. We talk but never connect; we are more like coworkers than friends or family. His sire is Jade. He is the only vampire here who does not seem to have a sex drive at all. He appears to be driven by loyalty and the purpose of the job. He sleeps separately, eats separately, and never comes out for parties. Nice guy, but I have no idea where his head is at.
Kara is normally the first one awake after me, so she should be down the stairs in a few. I just hope she didn't drink too many drinks.
For us, blood is a lot like breast milk for babies: we are temporarily affected by whatever our victim consumed in the last day or two. Kara and Jade never have any trouble getting people back to the house after the club shuts down. They can both, on their own, get any man who has the misfortune of crossing their field of view. They also have little trouble getting women; Jade more so than Kara, but I have never seen one person walk away from either.
And when they start with each other… If any man wishes to be completely unaffected by a single woman ever again, all he needs to do is watch these two play with the energy between them. This is so erotic, they put on a show every Saturday. We have a triple cover charge that day because we always max out capacity, and it is NOT all men. It's about 70/30. Some women get turned on; some want pointers for themselves. Some have no idea why they came, only feeling compelled. That is what these girls do to people. I watched a real-live NUN in the front row one night tip Jade and pinch her own nipples at the same time. Her energy, in person, can change lives.
With the amount of people they bring back to the house, there is never a shortage of meals. Normally we only drain, but last night was special.