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implicit demand for proof

I DIDN'T ACTUALLY END up going back to Max's, I went to a secluded area on the beach just to chill and watch the sea. The waves roll in, each of them as strong and bold as the last. They come without fear of the beach, embracing their destiny upon the dawn sands. I walk forward until the water soaks my bare feet, my shoes already dangling in my left hand. Not once do I gaze downward at the water, instead preferring to lock my eyes on the horizon and feel the coldness, hear the rhythmic crashing, taste the brine as much as I can smell it.

The more time I spent alone on the beach, the more empty I felt without my family. I guess they really had enough of me. But I was doing what I was born to do: kill to survive. But there wasn't much I could do about it except stay in Santa Carla and "sort myself out."

After killing another person just for fun, I stumbled my way back to Max's house. It was around eight in the morning when I got there. I got greeted by Thorn who was awake to protect his master. Sucks for him.

"Hey buddy," I whispered as I petted him.

When I decided to stop fussing with Thorn, I headed up to my room. I didn't know what to do with my day, my kind of vampires not having to sleep was a blessing and a curse. And at the moment it was a curse. It's really boring just lounging around in your room, not doing anything.

I was fiddling around with the daylight ring on my left index finger when I finally decided to do something after a whole three hours of doing nothing. I got changed into denim shorts with metal chains on the waist and a simple white crop top with my black converse.

I headed to the boardwalk since there was nowhere else that piqued my interest. I was pretty sure I saw a comic book store last night so I decided to check that out. 

When I stepped foot into the store, a boy (who I'm guessing runs the store) watched my every move. I was about to ask him what his problem was until another boy came up to me. He had dark hair and was wearing an airborne muscle shirt with dog tags hanging around his neck.

"I'm guessing you're new here," his gruff voice spoke.

"Your guess is correct," I replied while tilting my head.

"You might wanna take this," he said as he handed me a comic.

"Wow, I don't even know your name and you're already showering me with gifts," I joked. He didn't look humored by my joke. I looked down at the comic and saw that it was called Vampires Everywhere. "Vampires Everywhere? This is a joke right?" I smirked.

"This is no joke, I suggest you read it. Think of it as a survival guide of living in Santa Carla," he advised. Then the other boy decided to come over.

"You don't know what you've got yourself into by moving here," he assured, his voice was deeper than the other boy. He wore a red bandana around his head and a camouflage shirt.

"So let me get this straight, you're telling me that I've moved to a vampire infested city?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes," bandana sighed heavily.

"And the boy you were talking to yesterday? He's one of them, along with his buddies," dog tags added.

"Are you stalking me or something? How'd you know I was speaking to him?" I asked with raised eyebrows.