Secret Worlds

I thought everything was going well in my life, until the phone call my father received; since then, I've been itching to meet my older brother, but not sure how to approach him. Flying from Austin Texas to Chicago Illinos isn't easy for me, I don't like flying; I had booked a hotel, but before I even get to it, I'm attacked by what looked like a rabid beast. I find myself waking up in a strange apartment, next to a hunk of an unconscious man; a man covered in blood. Stupidly, I try to wake him, but he doesn't move.

I've been a vampire for a short time; I've also been the vampire others come to when they need help. My name's Aiden and I'm the resident other doctor in Chicago; I was human before and had just finished my degree for my doctors' license. However, instead of humans, I help the other community; I do help humans on occasion, but others is my priority. There's been a huge increase of wild animal attacks in the area and most of the victims are sent to me; Werewolf's Den council members have come back to the city and are trying to deal with the crisis, since this is a werewolf problem.

I'm not expecting anything, I'm really not... but, I really want to screw my best friend. I was born a slayer; slayers hunt rogues of vampires and werewolves. I've always been partnered with the same slayer since we were kids; I look up to him, but since the 'vampire slasher' hunt in Chicago, I've wanted to be more than friend with him. I've fantasied about screwing him for as long as I can remember, but I don't think he feels the same way. He's a Slayers Lair member and I'm just a typical, run-of-the-mill slayer with no real high background.

While on a hike with my friends, I end up falling down a cliff; my ankle gets busted and my friends have to leave me behind to get help. As dark approaches and the full moon rises, I hear howls in the distance; I’m wondering my friends had gotten help. Little did I know, that they too were in trouble.

One fateful night, I was walking home and a sound of a gun went off; looking down, I saw blood staining my shirt; I don't understand why I was the one shot, but it happened. Waking up after a gun shot in an unfamiliar bed, well, that would make anyone panic; especially when said bed wasn't in a hospital.