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Randall led a respectable existence and did not want to associate with such misfits. There was a governing body ruling over the vampire community. The Supreme Council. The Supreme Council had a hundred members. They held all the financial and political power in the vampire community. They took care of the community. Dangerous vampires who would expose the community by their irresponsible actions were imprisoned or killed. Humans who had found out about the vampire community's existence were hunted down and killed by a vampire shock-troop known as the Preservers. Only the most precise and disciplined killers made it into the Preservers.
Randall kept himself on the low. He hadn't survived centuries by being obvious or stupid. Work took a lot out of him. He had personally known Henry Golden, the man who built Golden Empire from the ground up. Henry Golden had been a driven man. He was also an okay guy. Randall remained his friend for decades. Golden once saved Randall's life when Randall was being hunted down by the legendary vampire known as Lady Crimson. Lady Crimson was the paramour of Samuel Toros. Toros was a ruthless vampire. He had a thing for killing human children. Randall killed him. Lady Crimson came after Randall. These days, Lady Crimson was dead. Golden had decapitated her to save Randall's life. That was the day when Randall told Golden he was a vampire. The two men remained best friends for a long time. This was in the 1940s.
Randall always felt some attachment to Golden Empire. That's why he came to work for it in the late 1990s. The company was run by Eileen Golden, Henry Golden's daughter and her brother, Harvey. They were spoiled brats with a touch of cold ruthlessness that made Randall shudder. They were also his bosses. He did not like them very much. Randall had met few humans or vampires as cruel as the Golden siblings. They did a lot of bad things and got away with them because of their wealth and power. Randall did his best to avoid them. Life was complicated enough as it is. Unlike most vampires, Randall did not drink human blood. He preferred that of animals. He saw human beings as people worthy of respect, unlike the majority of the vampire population that saw them as food. The Supreme Council had its hands full with trying to conceal the nightly murders committed by predatory vampires with no respect for humanity.
Tonight, Randall was not at work. He was trying to relax. He went to see Wendy O'Leary, a young woman he had been dating for some time now. Wendy was a student at NYU. When Randall met her, she was mixed up in something bad. Wendy had befriended Katana, a beautiful Japanese vampire who wanted to turn her into an evening meal. Randall had tried to prevent Katana from killing Wendy. A fight ensued and ended with Katana being buried in cement. Buried inside solid rock. Vampires did not need air to live. They only required blood. If they went long without it, they went into a deep slumber that could last centuries. When awakened from such slumbers, the vampire's mind was usually gone and only a mindless beast, no more sentient than a shark, remained. Randall did not envy Katana's fate but she left him no choice. At the end of the conflict, Wendy asked Randall out. She still had no idea what he was. He would keep it that way.
Randall knocked on Wendy's door. She came to open it. There she was. A very lovely girl. Standing five foot eleven in her bare feet, clad in lingerie. Her hair was short and black, her eyes a pale blue. Her skin was white as a lily. She looked lovely. She was smiling at him mischievously. Even after centuries, Randall could still be surprised by women. Sometimes, the surprises were not unpleasant. He looked at Wendy. She was beaming. He liked what he saw. She pulled him into the apartment.
Randall took Wendy's face into his hands and kissed her.