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Chains
of the
New Flesh
Volume1
Blood, Steel,
and Submission
Part I:
The Fall of Innocence
Chapter 1
The Rose and the Master
It was a very big city. So big that you could get lost in it. Vanish, die, build a homemade cyborg and no one would ever notice. Except for those who watched, of course. But someone always does, don't they? The city had no name, it had a code. It was M106. Big cities didn't have names. Codes were easier to distinguish. Names had... personalities. Cities as big as M106 didn't have time for personality.
Young man who walked down a rather empty lane had a name, though he also had a code. His name was Logan Chase. His code was M55578769M. First M stood for M106, the city where he had been born. The last M stood for Male. He didn't know what the numbers meant. He didn't like numbers. He liked roses and he loved Jerome. Jerome Carson was his boyfriend. Bouquet of red roses Logan carried around were for him. They were wrapped into dashing white paper. It looked very nice and romantic. Just like in a movie.
He had a date with Jerome and a booked table in a fancy restaurant. It was their second anniversary. He loved Jerome. Not epically since he didn't know the meaning of the word, but he did love him. World was past homophobia a long time ago. There were other phobias now.
Vampires. Werewolves. Cyborgs.
The Aristocrats and Freshmen. The hippies. The Watchers, the scientists and the hunters.
In M106 you were either hunted, hunter or a number.
Logan Chase was a number. M55578769M. His number.
It began to rain. Logan cursed a bit and ran down a little alley. He would have to seek refuge or he would arrive soaking wet. He found a deserted house with an open doorway. There were many of those these days. Here today, torn down tomorrow. Panting, he covered and sighed in relief. If only it stopped soon he could still make it to the restaurant and Jerome.
It was a happy sigh. And then a deep flawless voice behind him said: "Good evening."
Logan jerked and turned to see who had accosted him thus.
There was darkness and soft black robes, a pair of piercing blue eyes and long blond hair framing a noble pale face.
"A vampire!" Logan cried out and made to run. A hand stopped him and pulled him over and against cold hard flesh. "That is correct. A vampire. I am Enoch and Master of the Old House."