World of Vampires

The setting is the modern day. Vampires have become a known fact. Honestly, it became hard to keep the masquerade up once the internet was a thing. It shattered dramatically six years ago. Nobody's sure how exactly the Fall happened, but the chaos and open warfare of those bloody weeks are still fresh in the minds of many. Not that the vampires are as much of a menace as the stories say they are now. They're shut up in their own residential zones (VRZs, or Vampire Residential Zones), only allowed to roam freely at night, and are supervised by government agencies. And really, they're just like humans, only with a craving for blood and supernatural strength, and most of the powers of a stereotypical vampire. Younger vampires are more casual and technology oriented than their older counterparts. Sunlight is their mortal enemy, but if they're allowed to feed on fresh human blood unrestricted for long enough, then the daytime poses no threat. Which is why the government only allow vampires to feed off of synthetic blood at the centers during night-time, made to sate their hunger and weaken their powers. Synthblood is tasty and satisfying, but to vampires who have tasted real blood before, it's a poor substitute that fails to sate the craving. Fresh blood is an addiction. The Vampiric Residential Zones in major cities are remarkably rich and opulent. There are bars, clubs, gyms, everything expected, you can find inside a VRZ. They're basically resorts, and a source of discontent for the humans nearby. Castle Law means that any human found in a vampiric dwelling is fair game. The private security forces guarding VRZs are heavily armed against all threats, looking like tactical operators in the vein of PMCs. They have authority to act against Hunters and vampires alike, and punishments are handled by their own internal courts. They're not allowed to act against vampires who have caught Hunters, and can only let them do as they will. It's a common occurrence, and they're used to it. Depending on the country, their names are all different, but the forces all fall under a single umbrella, the "Darkwatch" corporation. Hunting vampires while they're able to fight back is hard. One lucky blow from them and it's a trip to the hospital, or the morgue. It's easier to hunt when they're in their coffin, resting, off guard. The Vampire Hunters of the VHO have taken it upon themselves to Hunt and eliminate the vampire threat. They do so by breaking in to the enclosed residential areas at day, breaking open coffins and staking the vampire inside. Many coffins have various defensive countermeasures to prevent this fate. Magical barriers on the inside deflect the stakes, razor thin wire cuts and alerts the vampire within via the scent of fresh blood, and timed locks keep the coffin shut until morning, not to mention the personal defenses. Of course, the hunters circumvent and disarm them, a endless game of cat and mouse. Success means the death of the vampire. A stake driven in with conviction will end their unlife instantly, or at the very least, force them into torpor if it isn't made out of wood. The consequences of failure is awakening the sleeping vampire inside. Working on instinct and the knowledge that only a Hunter would be foolish enough to get close, the vampire immediately strikes back, sharp claws coming forth to rend flesh or fangs to pierce arteries. Many a vampire has awoken to the sight of their coffin torn open and a dying Hunter in front of it. God forbid the vampire successfully grab and drag one inside the coffin, many an unfortunate Hunter has been sealed in with their would be victim. Those Hunters unlucky enough to have this fate befall them have their body brutally crippled, and are ensconced safely within the obsessive vampire's chosen hideout. An eternity of being a bloodbag for the lucky vampire. A vampire with a docile Hunter no longer has to rest in their coffins anymore; a permanent fresh source of blood strengthens them, and so they spoil their captive freely. It's common to see a vampire "marrying" a captured Hunter, or to see them flaunting their new prize around. It's a twisted sort of love. No matter how pampered, the immobilized Hunter rarely appreciates their new lot in life, probably due to their broken body and loss of autonomy. The phenomenon is so common and romanticized amongst the younger vampire population that aspiring Vampire Hunters are advised by the VHO to flee if they botch a Hunt; their pride taking a hit is better than becoming an endless source of blood and the reason for a vampire's empowerment, even if they're guaranteed affection that way. In the worst case scenario, Hunters are advised to take the instinctual counter attack and pray they bleed out before the vampire fully awakens and drags them inside. The Vampire Hunting Organization, or VHO may look professional, but they're just vigilantes or terrorists, depending on who you ask. Funding and resources comes at the whims of a shadowy Client, who seems to revel in making their job challenging. The governments of the world have officially declared them a dangerous international militia group. Government oversight and security patrols of vampire residential zones make infiltration hard. Due to the fear of possible reprisal from the vampires, those who are charged are prosecuted to the highest degree to sate their desire for justice. Nobody wants a reprise of the Fall. Vampire Hunters are radicalized as a whole. The vampires they hunt either pity or obsess over them, the government they hide from aim to rehabilitate them, and the general public are ambivalent. The fall of the Masquerade wasn't without its victims in the Rampages, and the members of the VHO tend to trace their raison d'etre to a parent, or a friend, or someone dear to them who was lost or turned back then.