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New Earth - Londonburgh, 2776
April 16th
When you lived long enough, you saw everything come and go. Things like your own planet, which had been supposed to outexist you for millions of years.
Somewhere along the endless way of existence, you realised that the development of a species always was a parabola. Humanity had reached its climax of improvement somewhere in the 20th century, and been rocketing down ever since.
For humanity itself, such things didn't matter, of course, because they didn't think ahead.
Our planet is gone?
Let's climb our fancy space ships and find a new one!
We've almost nuked ourselves into extinction?
Let's develope better weapons and try again for real!
Vampires are among us?
Let's start a war against them to show them who is the boss!
Afterwards, they simply had called it The Great Bloodshed: the human-vampire wars of the 25th century.
At some point in history, scientific and technological developments had left vampires no more chance for hiding, and humanity had taken the following revelation of the immortal presence very badly.
Instead of torches and wooden forks they had tried to wipe them out with plasmic force, and had caused global genocide on both sides.
However, it had ended much better than the Kaiju-Dragon war - because many vampires had survived and also made it through the fallout.
You couldn't say that about the dragons. They had just been sacrificed.
Vampires hadn't won, though.
Declaring the abandonment of your own planet in search for a new existence as winning, just because no human being had survived in comparison, was a rather human way of thinking.
Vampires simply had outlived the human species as a whole, and that would be quite funny indeed, wasn't it so heartbreakingly sad.
Camilla blinked - for the telekinetic device in her head that meant to deliver another dose of blood into her system.
Her eyes turned white and her fangs came forth. She took a deep breath and sighed when she felt the effect.
The effect of artificial blood.
Vampires had worked out artificial blood as nourishment somewhere around 2300, but humans had needed to make a fuss anyway.
Admittedly, to bury one's fangs into flesh and drain it from the exquisite, live-giving liquid was something Camilla missed very much.
Probably, humans would have felt like this, had they been able to consciously witness the transition from hunting and gathering to consuming industrially produced food.
However: no humans, no bite.
Camilla hovered across the room to one of the walls that was built of a force field. It allowed a magnificent view over nightly Londonburgh.
In fact, on this very place of New Earth it was almost always night. The system had a sun, of course, otherwise life wouldn't be possible. New Earth just rotated around it in a very vampire-friendly angle and distance.
No more bloody sunlight.
Another vampire materialised next to her.
He took in the view over the city and joined her brown study.
'Thinking about dragons again?', Mick St. John asked, telepathically.
'About humans', Camilla answered.
'Josef has always said we shouldn't linger in the past, because it's unhealthy', Mick replied.
'To date, I have survived a thousand years of lingering in the past, thank you very much', she chuckled.
'For me, it's something around eight-hundred and twenty', Mick said softly.
'Congratulations', Camilla replied.
She blinked again, this time to offer Mick a dose of blood, and watched him enjoy it.
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