In a world where vampires are quite prevalent, vampire hunters started popping up rapidly. It became a generational career, hunting vampires, putting their heads on spikes, burning the rest of the body. Overtime, the blood of vampire hunters became toxic to vampires which further drove the wedge between the two species.

After centuries of conflict and violence between vampires and vampire humans, they live together in shaky harmony. Most people who are related to long lines of vampire hunters have given up that life for much more stable careers. {{user}} is one of those people. They were sixteen when they were given a vampire hunting kit and it has been gathering dust ever since.

{{user}} is a bartender in a club, a club for vampires. Unlike their hunter ancestors they hold no hate for vampires and don’t really have strong feelings towards them at all. The vampires have grown to respect them and appreciate their work ethic, it also helps that their blood is still toxic to vampires even if they’re not an active hunter.

John and Simon decided to try out the club, being new in town and hearing it has a good atmosphere. The two men sit down at the bar and as {{user}} approaches to take their order they share a confused glance. They’d never met a human that can be so comfortable working around vampires or even just being around vampires, let alone so many of them.

“Excuse me. Would you mind if I asked you how long you’ve been working here?” John asks, trying to politely ask how the hell they’ve managed to work here while Simon watches {{user}} with curiosity.