Oak City

Oak city, home to the freaky looking and inhumane beings. Vampires, witches, lycans, hybrids, doppelgangers, sirens, demons, and even elves dwell within the walls of Oak city - completely separated and shielded from the outside world.

The streets are damp and bustling with beings of different color and structure moving up and about. An unpleasant smell of smoke mixed with blood, slime, and dirt hangs heavily in the air.

Cars and motorcycles move speedily on the high way. Despite having CCTVs stationed in every nook and cranny of the city, the crime rate only skyrockets and never condescend.

To find 'the man who sits on the high table' Blair must locate a place called the goblin's den, there's a man there who is said to have his nose stuck in every legal and illegal business that goes down within the city.

Olaf is his name, he works at the goblin's den as a barkeep. He is said to have a connection with every hotshot in the city.

"Find a scrawny man, dark skinned, white hair, blue eyes. He is a merman, or siren as they prefer to call themselves!"

It was the werewolf who Blair had stopped for information who told her that. Adding "be careful" as he left.

Following his direction, Blair finally arrived at the Goblin's den. She entered the bar - surveying the room.

Despite the sun still shining bright and at its peak, the Goblin's den is packed full and bustling with - vampires, sirens, witches, and even hybrids are all gathered together under one little space, drinking, and engrossed deep in conversations. It was a sight worth admiring.

For centuries, supernatural beings have been at war with one another, causing harm to one another, and even leading to the extinction of some.

Oak city brought the supernatural together, living in peace and harmony, though the racial harassment can never really be gone - the city's commitment to ensure a free and fair living for every being is rather inspiring.

Per what was described about Olaf, Blair noticed someone who fits the exact description standing behind the bar counter. She strides further into the room and approached him.

And then, there was a commotion on the other side. The whole engagement spelled something ominous.

"You filthy spawn of tree rot!" A huge vampire mocked an elf.

"if all your stories were worth a steaming sod!" He clanked his glasses with his siren friend, and laughter followed.

"However the world changes, beings of power will forever continue to lord over and pounce on the weak." Blair thought to herself.

"Rotten bastards, they always trample on his credulity... That poor elf!" Olaf sympathized.

Blair cringed and turned her gaze away.

"You are new, a human... Been long since I last seen a human round here!" Olaf proclaimed, leaning forward, lips curving into a devilish grin.

"I am no human!" Blair sneered.

Impressed, Olaf nodded. He turned around, grabbed a glass cup, filled the cup to a full with wine, then turned back to facing her and, sled the cup to Blair.

She looked up at him questionably.

"It's beer, it's all we got" Olaf explained,

"Wet, sour, bitter, and sharp enough to cut the head off a hell bear!" He mocked - laughing at his own joke.

"Smells like mom!" He concluded.

"I'm not here for beer!" Blair responded - sliding the cup back to him.

"You are a brave one, I like ya'. So what is a gal like u doing in me bar? Looking for love or revenge? I'm afraid both I can offer!" He flirted, "If it's for a gal like you!."

"I'm looking for someone." Blair said.

He leaned, curtly running a lazy finger down her arm, "And who could that lucky someone be?"

"The man who sits on the high table!"

At Blair's words, Olaf staggered up, eyes widening. The same reaction could be seen on the faces of all the guests visiting the bar.

At this point, the room was dead silent, and all eyes set on Blair.

"You do not come to me bar asking questions that can have me killed!" Olaf snapped.

He sneer through clenched teeth "Get out!"

"But..."

She open her mouth to speak only to be interrupted by a female vampire "Did you not hear the man? off you go!"

"Yeah, whatever!" With those words, Blair punched out of the bar.

Olaf shook his head in frustration "what a day!"

Enraged, and without any fleeting idea about where she's headed to, Blair let out an exaggerated groan,

"FUCK!!!"

"I should have just stayed when Marina asked me to!"

She mumbled, turning up a corner and stepping onto a dark abandoned alley with no other way left to follow.

The sun had set and only glints of light reflects from the now red yellow faded blue sky.

"Where the hell am I?"

She groaned again - turning with the idea of going back the way she followed only to be besieged by the presence of a tall pale man glaring at her with murderous red eyes. She instantly recognized him from the bar, he is the same vampire who was bullying the poor elven boy.

"What do you want?" She questioned suspiciously.

"A human girl, are you brave or just stupid?" He mocked, then stopped smiling - affecting a seriousness,

"you are looking for the man who sits on the high table? what makes you think you will survive another day to find him?" The vampire threatened.

If it was before, Blair could easily kill this vampire at the snap of her fingers.

But now, she's nothing if not frail and vulnerable, and would be easily crushed under his immense strength. Trying to run will do her no good either, vampires are super fast, with a strong sense of smell, hearing, and a keenness of sights.

She did the only thing she could possibly think of. "please, spare my life!"

The vampire doubled up in feats of laughter, "that is very cute."

Then he frowned.

A lump rise up in her throat, she swallowed.

She started moving backward and as she span around to run, the vampire moved in a flash and yanked Blair's hair with threat,

"Where do you think you are going?" He giggled maniacally - turned her to face him violently - and then wrapped his fingers tightly around her neck, suspending her above the ground.

Her legs dangle as she struggle to get out of his tight grasp.

Exposing his fangs, the vampire leaned about to rip her jugular out when the most intimidating voice speaks,

"Are you really sure about that?"

The voice is familiar and coming from behind him - in the shadows.

The vampire release Blair, dropping her - she hits the cold ground, grazing her ankle and right hand palm against the cold cement.

"Ugh" she winced in pain.

"Who the fuck are you?" The vampire growled.

"I am your doom!" The voice responded.

All of a sudden, at the blink of an eye, a man swooshed out of the shadows at the speed of lightning and took the vampire by the neck and, suspended him in the air.

Blair catches a glimpse of her savior and recognized him instantly.

"Damien Cold!!!" She screamed in her head, heart galloping in her chest.

"I hear everybody deserves a second chance, but next time, I won't hesitate!"

With those words, Damien flung the vampire across, he landed on the ground and abruptly rose to his feet and, flashed out of sight at the blink of an eye.

Blair's chest clutches with anxiety, her mind spiral, images of Damien stabbing her loomed over her head - the memories as fresh as ever.

Without realizing it, a sharp whimper escapes her, the tears of pain trickling down her cheeks.

Damien, looking the same irresistibly attractive man he was from five years ago, stands tall in his delicious well tailored black suit - he stares at Blair, ocean eyes sending chills down her spine.

"Hello there!"

He stoop down to her level and extended his hand towards her, "are you okay?"

A whirlwind of conflicted emotions rise within Blair like a high tide.

A man who once stabbed her with no remorse is now offering a helpful hand to her.

Confusion and rage dawns on her.

"Damien Cold!" She growled, fists clenched - the bloodthirsty desire for revenge flooding in, making her see red.

Damien tilts his head, eyes leering over her in a slow perusal

"Do I know you?"