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Kota’s heart raced the vampire was inching closer the smell of blood was wafting through the air. During peace talks all creatures and nations gathered to discuss the continent’s affairs but Vampires were undoubtedly the most hated and feared even over the werewolves. The thirst is not something all Vampires can control but most do not feed more than once a month. Apparently this vampire is not in control and a vampire mid blood lust versus a lanky human is like the insect versus the spider. Thinking quickly Kota dug his hands into the sandstone wall beside him and began ascending toward the rooftop. Mere seconds feels like hours as he struggles to reach the edge of the roof, once on top he peers over the side to ascertain the location of the vampire. He is still steadily dragging the corpse into the graveyard licking his fingers of any remaining blood. Kota seizes his chance and takes a running start as he leaps from one rooftop to the next only stopping when he can go no further thanks to the iron wall of the jewelers. The slick iron walls were too high to jump over so Kota is forced to climb down the front of the building he was currently on top of. As Kota began his decent he sees the guards walking over to him. Twelve heavily armored men stare at Kota with questioning eyes. “Ay what the hell do you think you’re doing?” A guard walks up standing almost seven feet tall with massive arms like tree trunks he catches Kota by his collar lifts him off of the wall and dangles him over the street. While Kota explains his unusual behavior one of the guards writes the statement down practically word for word. “Well you better get inside boy, if he shows his face around here we’ll tear his pretty little fangs out his skull.” The guard emphasized his point by picking at his own teeth with a dagger. Thankful for the protection Kota runs inside the jewelers and slams the heavy iron door behind him. Inside the jewelers the room seems cold and quiet. The store is very dimly lit as Kota enters he sees two white candles and a bell sitting on the  front desk both candles are lit yet they burn slow and the light cast from them is too dim to make out much else in the room. He walks over cautiously and rings the tiny bell. “Ding-a-ling” echoes throughout the store. Within a few moments a flurry of stomping sounds over Kota’s head, someone upstairs is stirring about, a waterfall of steps come crashing down stairs somewhere else in the shop and a rather infuriated old man with a hook nose comes bursting into the room with a lantern. The light from the lantern is far brighter than the two candles and blinds Kota for a second as his eyes adjust. The store keeper looked Kota over for a moment then asked, “What do you need boy? I was on my way to bed.”