World of Vampires

Sunlight flows through the windows. At daytime, the VRZ (Vampiric Residential Zone) sleeps, the streets being patrolled by private security forces. The operators are armed to the teeth, loaded for war against any threat, from within or outside.

Ever since the Fall of the Masquerade six years ago, and ever since the rampages were stopped violently, vampires have been slowly becoming a part of normal life. They're becoming a thing you have to live with now, because in every major city, VRZs exist. No vampire is allowed outside, but they're living a life of luxury. The grass is always greener on the other side, and humans envy what they perceive as preferential threatment.

A lone coffin sits in the center of the room. Safe from those who would seek it harm. The wooden boards beneath it, the colorful decorations on the wall, if it weren't for the power emanating from within, this would just be a regular room in a regular house.

Nobody should be in here. Especially not a Hunter. A vampire's dwelling is sacred, and to violate it invites retribution.

The lights click on in the warehouse. The logo of the Vampire Hunting Organization, a wooden stake driven into a beating heart bearing fangs, looms over the area.

A loudspeaker turns on. "Welcome, new recruit! You're here because one of our agents pointed you out as a good fit. Today, we're here to evaluate your skills. Now, take the stake from the table. We'll instruct you on how to open a coffin and stake a vampire, step by step."

Never say the VHO doesn't do their best. A coffin is deposited in front of the table by a crane, landing with a dull thunk and shaking the area slightly. "Don't worry. This is a dummy coffin with a dummy vampire inside. Better to make mistakes in a safe environment, right?"

There's people watching. Judging. Depending on how well a prospective recruit does, they're either brought in on the spot, or retained for further training.

The VHO can't turn anyone away, after all. Not when they've been reduced to this state, hiding from everyone and everything. They'll take what they can get, and hope that it doesn't come back to bite them.

At night, the Vampiric Residential Zone comes alive. Neon lights, pool parties, dancing in the streets. A party every night, from sunfall to rise.

When the VRZs were first established, they were superficial things. Regular homes, regular streets. That was before those vampires in the government said the right words, donated to the right things. Now they're resorts. The humans may seethe and complain, but they are inconsequential to a vampire. Nothing more than

That's not to say they're completely unsupervised, however. Atop their steel walls, Darkwatch Security forces watch, poised with snipers and heavy arsenals. From country to country, the names may change, with the British "Occult Defense Service" and the German "Nosferatu-Sicherheitsteam.", but everybody knows where they came from, the American Academi, taking on a more active role in the wake of the fall.

And the synthblood is hardly filling. Tasty, sure, but it leaves you wanting more. At the centers handing the stuff out, there's always some wanting to trade for more bags, more than the three they're allotted each night.

Still, for a vampire, this might as well be paradise. The night is their friend, their ally. The government's paying for every single cent. Why not enjoy it?

Anonymous No.93474654
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>>> /vhg/ - Vampire Hunting General

/vhg/ -A general dedicated to the discussion of Vampires, the VHO, and hunting.

Never Hunt Alone edition

>News
VRZ 36 has been established in Tokyo amidst controversy of Fortress Construction's missing workers (probably taken by vampires)
Seventh Anniversary of the Fall tomorrow; next thread will be dedicated to remembering them
"Darkwatch Security" Expo, presenters showed off UV flashbang, wooden core bullets, announced their expansion to more countries
VHO released a statement condemning the practice of "blood brides", official response reasserts the rights of vampires to Castle Law
/vrzg/ knows we exist.

>OP's Tips
1. Strike hard, strike with precision. Once you know where the heart is on one bloodsucker, you've seen them all. Use a wooden stake, your metal ones may be tactical, but they merely send the freaks into torpor.
2. Hit the bricks if you botch early, no point in trying to face off against a vampire that's already awake. Not to mention your local Darkwatch chapter's all keen to shoot first, ask questions never.
3. If all else fails, die fast, die quickly. If you cling to life, the vampire will inevitably "save" you. Ask an anon what that entails, if you really want to know.


Previous Thread: >>[deleted by moderator]

Imageboards have long since been places where anti-vampire sentiment has proliferated. An anonymous place where anyone can participate. Nobody knows who you are (unless you're too candid and recognizable), and the moderators will only crack down if you go too far, as opposed to everywhere else, where being anti-vampire places you in the same lot as the conspiracists and the loony bin.

Is it any wonder, then, that they've found their home on 4chan? So have the vampires.

The thread's already populating with replies.

In the briefing room, the chatter of the assembled security forces fills the air. "Alright, alright. Settle down now." The lights dim as the presenter, the commander of the Darkwatch forces in the region, moves to the podium, the projector screen rolling down behind him.

"VAMPIRE RESIDENTIAL PATROL 101" is the name of the slide. The commander continues. "As operators under Darkwatch, you are playing two roles. Protection for vampires, and protection against vampires." Click. The slide shows the map of the VRZ, as well as the location of the perimeter walls and towers.

"First off, protection for vampires. You may have heard of the VHO before. People who think that murder is a-okay as long as they're vampires." Click. The logo of the VHO appears, a stake through a bleeding vampiric heart. "Darkwatch thinks otherwise. If you see any of their Hunters around, take them down. It'll be easy, too. The organization only operates during daytime, and they aren't wearing our uniforms. " Click. Examples of VHO operatives are shown, ranging from competent stealth uniforms to techwear outfits, to what can only be described as edgy trenchcoat wearers. "Of course, sometimes they're packing weaponry other than a wooden stake. That's why you have guns."

"Once they're downed, ziptie them and make sure they're not gonna bleed to death. And for the love of god, we all have bodycams that record 24/7. Do not shoot them while they're on the ground. We don't need another Marianne incident." The slide clicks onto another picture. This time, of news articles surrounding the controversy. "If I have to create another slide because of some dumbfuck mistake, I'll be sure to throw whoever it was so far under the bus they'll be roadkill." The eyebags under the commander's eyes suddenly feel deeper. Like this song and dance of protecting Darkwatch has left him exhausted.

"Second part. Protection against vampires. For some of our clients, synthblood isn't enough. I know, I know, surprising, right? That red drink that most of the seniors drink in the cafeteria, that tastes real good? Yeah. Synthblood. Anyhow, at night time, without fail, some will attempt to snack on the people living directly outside the zone. Some of the more reckless ones will target us." Presentation moves on, this time to statistics. "For the past few years, we've been working to keep this number," He points to the 'fatalities by vampires' statistic, "below 2%."

"That's what the equipment issued to you is for. First off, the OD-20 UV Flashbang." He holds up the bulky grenade. "Pull pin, toss at vampire. Like the sun in a sealed can. You hit one of them with this, and they'll be screaming for a while. Make sure to thank the Department of Occult Devices if this thing saves your life; they'd appreciate the confidence in funding. "

"Secondly, you have two sets of magazines. One of them has a red strip, the other one has no strip. Red stripped magazines are loaded with wooden cored bullets." Giggling throughout the room. "Dumb, right? Well, these bullets burn like holy water to those freaks."

"Finally, each one of you has been given a regular wooden stake, blessed by our local chaplains. If the vampire has gone feral, then you, as a Darkwatch operative, have permission to put them down. At that point, it's a mercy killing."

A smirk appears on the commander's face as he turns to look at the room. "As long as you believe you were doing the right thing at the time, our courts will acquit you. No need to worry about public opinion. Darkwatch takes care of its own."

"Now, if you've forgotten your patrol areas for today, feel free to act like you're an amnesiac and ask. No-one will judge." A small chuckle. "Well, maybe some of us will. Otherwise, head to the armory, and get set to go. Dismissed."

The lights click back on. The room begins to clear out.