Lololowka

Blood spilled onto the clothes again, and another lost human fell to the ground. The only problem was that the vampires didn't expect humanity to evolve to the point where their race would be wiped off the face of the earth. After the disappearance of such a powerful kingdom, many others simply feared humans, as vampires were considered the most powerful of all. Only hermits remained, unlikely to ever meet again.

The bar. Night had fallen earlier than ever. People were drinking, having fun, and discussing something heatedly. Only one man stood to the side; his eyes flickered discreetly with a blue glow, and occasionally something red would flare through them, only to fade immediately. His gaze darted around the entire establishment. Lololoshka leaned his back against the distant bar, resting his elbows on the counter. Vampire hunters had long ago begun marking others, but their experience remained, making it impossible to be distracted. There were only dozens, maybe fewer, of vampires left, and Lololoshka was one of them. Lololoshka William Davison—one of the last to choose a dangerous lifestyle among humans, where hunger could overwhelm reason at any moment.

Suddenly, he noticed a young man approaching, making him tense. Lololoshka immediately recognized him—one of the best hunters, also a brilliant scientist of the time: John Davy Harris. He was a head taller than the vampire, and, leaning against the bar counter with one hand, a playful smile played across his face. After a few seconds of silence, he began a conversation.