Vienna After Sundown

Vienna. 1985. 7pm in a cool March's day. He wakes up.
Black shoulder length hair, black eyes, muscular Caucasian built. Being a light sleeper he always woke when the last ray of light had vanished. He rose from the mere wooden box in which he was lying and instinctively looked around his one bedroom apartment where he lived, or rather where he made lair... Then he felt the hunger.

After inspecting the place he rose to his feet and moved his naked body to the stereo and played his favorite album: Kill'em All by Metallica, then he walked to the only other thing in the place besides the box and the stereo, the fridge. He opened it, it was empty. He thought "Porca miseria" and then talked in a low voice as if scolding himself "You need to be more careful about this....... Merda, I'm hungry"
He slammed the fridge's door closed and walked to the bathroom, got in the shower and quickly he washed his hair. It hasn't grown in years, in fact he had not been sweaty in years, but appearances must be maintained and that's why he washed his hair every night and that's why he wore clothes when he leaved his lair; he cared not about being naked or dirty those things were beyond him, he was more animal than human these days, but then again appearances must be maintained.

Going out the shower he put out some cheap clothes on; a jean, a cheap black t-shirt, biker boots and a leather jacket. He darted out the door and went straight to the nearest bar, it didn't matter that is was a shit hole of a place because the fridge was empty and he was hungry. He went to the counter and sat there minding his own business and nobody paid attention to him, it was like he was not there. But then a girl saw him, or rather he allowed himself to be seen by a girl, and she came to him. Knowing he had no charisma, he always had drugs with him to win over his prey. He went out with the girl, went together into an alley to take a "shortcut" to his place, but he came out of that alley alone. He needed food and money so the police found the girl the next morning, half dead and beaten to a pulp.

After taking care of those 2 issues he went to a very impressive Victorian age mansion that was filled with people that was like him, well only on the outside, he had a completely different perspective on life and, according to his superiors, he was the only one of his kind in town. He had been sent as a spy to investigate on the opposing side and ironically he was charged with tracking his own people. He was a loyal pup, he never gave his brothers up.... unless he needed someone removed of course. As he went inside talked to a couple of fancy dressed gentlemen and then headed to an isolated room, inside there was an extremely beautiful blond woman that had a splendid Victorian age dress on and was staring at the moon from a window.

He sat on a chair and waited a long time, he was used to this although he could not understand it; the moon was beautiful and to him it had certain appeal, but waiting 30 minutes every night for her to stop seeing the moon was stupid. After a while she turned to him and said:
- Well?
He answer in a casual tone -A band of Sabbat anarcs have been spotted around the piers Principessa
- That would be the work of the Sheriff, why are you telling me this?
He took a look at the girl's bodyguard, a huge man with an assault riffle on his arms - I can handle this Principessa, just give me a couple of men. There is no need to worry the good Sheriff with this.
She looked at him and saw ambition. They didn't talked in a short while, finally she said - I see what you are trying to do and quite frankly I like your ambition. Very well, take some of the neonates and "handle this". If you perform well I might reward you
- Grazie.
He got up from his chair and began to walk to the door when he heard her voice once more
- Marko... Fail in this and it will be final death for you, because if they don't kill you I will.
He turned around to face her and smiled while he said - That won't happen Principessa, I still have to kill him so I can't die yet.