Who: Julian Luna Where: Mayor's Mansion on the Hill What: Contemplates the rules and makes a decision about new arrivals.
He'd realized long ago that he was no longer in San Fransisco. This new place had much of the same feel to it, though there were many things that did not quite fit. His home was still in the same place, or it least it had the same view of a different city. His holds were still in tact, his businesses, his people. Though the name, the population, and the terrain had changed, this was still his city. The only difference was that the human population had dwindled considerably. That meant the food supply would be low. It was something of which he'd have to deal with, especially with all these new reckless vampires appearing. They had not only a lack of regard for the life of others, but they felt self-destructive as well.
They threatened The Masquerade.
He'd instructed his kind to continue as they were. Some had rebelled and they were punished accordingly, but for the most part, they kept in line. These new developments had to be taught, contained, or destroyed. The food source was scarce and had to be maintained. To feed was to live, but there was to be a decree amongst those who would drink of the living that no killing was to be done.
These young ones would be taught. They would learn. They would yield. Or they would die.
The other problem was in the humans who had arrived. Julian wasn't fond of hunters and he knew they did not trust vampires. Some could see things objectively and understood that some vampires just wished to live. They had no interest in harming humans and just wanted to mind their own, the others were vengeful and blinded. Those would be harder to subdue, but it wouldn't be too hard. They had a problem picking out his vampires. Their breed was different from the rest. They walked in the light, they only fed enough to survive. They didn't harm and always removed the memory to protect themselves.
The most pressing problem were the creatures who walked around announcing what they were. Putting bullseyes on their backs and drawing attention to themselves. There was nothing he could do for them, just hope they wouldn't try to drag the rest of them down as well. More arrivals everyday, more problems, more time absorbed. Perhaps a committee could be formed to deal with these new residents. That sounded like a constructive idea. An announcement in the Nocturne Tribune should be sufficient.