(Part One) -- The Vampire Warehouse

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The appointment had been made earlier in the evening. A bit of a last minute addition to the trainer's schedule for the night, but a welcome one. Drogan Yates had been helping wayward vampires with their crossovers and teaching key hunting and survival techniques for the better part of 40 years now. And he has gotten VERY good at his job. His dedication and patience is well known throughout the agency. That might be why he was assigned to this latest client at such short notice. The people back at the branch office figured that he'd be a bit of a 'challenge' for any one else to handle. But they didn't bother to tell him why.

Drogan sat at his desk for a quiet fifteen minutes or so before his assistant knocked lightly at his door. "Jerry Leinfeld is here for his appointment, sir."

"Certainly. Send him in." Drogan replied. The man that stepped into his office looked to be in his early to mid twenties, with unkempt, shaggy brown hair, and a touch more than a five o'clock shadow on his face. A bit on the skinny side, with a typical college dorm slacker appearance. Old white t-shirt, stretched at the collar, and a pair of faded black jeans. He seemed like the 'stoner' type, but Drogan made it a point to keep his judgements to a minimum. He stood up from his desk with a professional smile and offered his hand. "Mr. Leinfeld. Very pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm Drogan Yates, and I'll be your counselor this evening. Please...have a seat."

"So, I understand from your paperwork here that you are looking for donor training this evening. Is that correct?"

"Ok, well, let me give you an idea of what we're all about here at this facility. We are basically an outreach program for new arrivals in darkness, such as yourself. Our goal is to offer guidance and support for all of those born into darkness without a definitive sire to teach them the ropes and instruct them on how to become one with the vampire experience." Drogan told him. "Here is a pamphlet with a bit more information on us and our background. We are actually an extension of the services provided by 'The Long Dark Foundation', you may have heard of them. If not, all of their contact information is on the back. We have many programs here for vampires to grow and evolve and become independent, and they are all taught by a very experienced and highly qualified staff of vampires that have been through the same struggles that you will soon be facing yourself in the weeks to come. We teach everything from 'Introduction To Extras', to 'Habitat Building and Sunproofing', to 'Advanced Vampire Cultures And Traditions'. As well as electives, such as 'Scripture Interpretation' and 'Financing A Lifestyle'. It is preferable that we set you up with a seasoned sire or life companion, but if that option is unavailable to you, for whatever reason, we have a team of nighttime counselors here that are willing to assist you with any questions or concerns that you may have in the years to come. Ok? But we can get into all of that later once the necessities have been taken care of."

Jerry gave him a blank stare. "Dude...you are totally blowing my mind right now." There was a silence between the two of them for a moment, and then Jerry asked his trainer, "'Donor Training', is that the...that's like me biting people on the neck and sucking them dry, right? Because I'm thirsty as shit. I NEED some of that shit. I got the 'ditz' something awful, man."

"Well, you are definitely in the right place, then. Let me start off by asking you exactly what you know, so far, about feeding in darkness."

Jerry twisted his mouth slightly, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling. "I dunno. I just kinda...jump on 'em when they least expect it and do the deed, right? Hehehe! Do my business? Kinda reminds me of prom! You know what I'm talking about, right, dawg?" He chuckled.

"Hehehe, well...there's a little more to it than that, I can assure you. Especially for your first few times. There's donor selection, scanning your target's blood supply for toxins and illnesses, accidental crossovers, discretion, searching for opportune moments to strike, slag disposal...it sounds like it's a lot to learn, but you'll catch on pretty quickly with some practice." Drogan reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a booklet. "Here, take this handbook with you. DON'T lose it. And study up a bit on what you need to learn to build and perfect your personal technique. Alright?"

"I lose stuff, like....REALLY easy. You know?" Jerry said, flipping through the booklet pages with his thumb.

"I don't think...you understand, Mr. Leinfeld...you cannot lose this booklet. It would be considered a very bad thing if you were to lose this booklet."

"I won't. But, you know...just in case." He went through the book until he got to a few pages with pictures on them. "Yeah, baby! Ready to start KILLING some people! Whooo! Can't wait!"

Drogan attempted to mask the awkward pause in the conversation as he noted the slightly...unorthodox behavior of his newest client. "Well...uh...I'll tell you what, I can give you this ONE book, and if you lose it...which, hopefully, you won't..."

"Riiiiight...." Mr. Yates told him. "IF you lose it...you can come back for another one later. Ok? But, Mr. Leinfeld, I can't stress enough how important it is that you take special care of these texts. This is highly sensitive material. We can't allow this data to get into the wrong..."

"Wrong hands! Totally! Guard the books. Gotchya. Fuck yeah, man! Secrets. You know it, dude." Jerry grinned. "Ready to BITE somebody now! Drink some blood! YEAH!"

Attempting to remain professional, Drogan continued. "Okaaay...well, it's good that you're enthusiastic about your first experience. Sooo...let's go over a few details. I'll ask a few questions, we'll get your contract together, and then we'll go out into the field and get you some nourishment. Ok?"

"There we go, baby. Some nourishment. That sounds all creepy and shit. Nourishment, meaning big old gulps of the soupy red stuff. Got it. Let's do it. I'm pumped." Jerry said, clapping his hands together and wiggling in his seat. Drogan began to see why Mr. Leinfeld was considered a 'challenge' by his colleagues. In fact, it crossed his mind that this might be a joke at first. But he never lost his demeanor.

"Now...feeding can be a very delicate process, but it's one that you can only learn by actually doing it for yourself. So I'm going to give you the basics tonight, take you out, and we'll see how you do."

"Let me ask you something, man. What's a Scavenger? I hear that being mentioned around before. That's like...a vamp that eats another vamp, right?"

"Yes, that's correct." Drogan answered. "But believe me, you really don't want to get mixed up in anything like that. It's primarily frowned upon in most civilized parts of the vampire culture. The further you stay away from something like that, the better."

"Oh yeah, sure. I dig that. I just never knew there was such a thing. That's all."

"Not to worry, Mr. Leinfeld. I'll get you all set with as much donor experience as I can this evening, and we'll make sure that you can make much more comfortable life choices in darkness. Ok?" He said, and turned a few paes in his client's paperwork. "Alright then. I'm...um...I'm looking at your application here..."

"You put your human name down on the form, but I just wanted to make sure that you wanted to keep it the same as before. As many vampires do change their names quite often. It's called a 'Re-Mod'. Some do it symbolically, to separate themselves from their humanity once and for all. And some do it simply to avoid having the same name of someone who is supposedly 'missing' or 'deceased' in daylight from showing up on legal documents or being spoken aloud after their disappearance. So, if you're originally from anywhere in the local metropolitan area and would like to use an alternate name, it's best that we take care of that now. If that's alright with..."

"How about DR. DESTRUCTO??? Like...like, RAWR! You know? Bad ass!" Jerry asked.

Drogan chuckled at first, but his client was evidently being serious. "Well...Mr. Leinfeld, that's a FINE name and all...but...I think you fail to see the point of a..."

"Dr. Destructo! Running the streets at night! Biting the shit out of people! I like it! Fuck yeah! How can I tell if that name is taken already or not? Is there like...a vampire copyright thing, or what?"

"You...you see...you're a vampire, Mr. Leinfeld. Not a comic book super villain. Vampires usually pick a name that's a bit more...personal. Sometimes the names can be a little exotic, but..."

Drogan lowered his head, and let out a sigh. "Why don't...why don't we just stick with 'Jerry' for now? Ok? And uhhh if you think of something else a bit later...then...you know, we can adjust your records."

"Moving along. Got ya! I'm ready." He said. "You got any booze? I'm really thirsty, you've got no idea."

Mr. Yates just tried to keep himself calm. "It's best for us to stay sober and keep our minds clear when we're taking on such a serious issue, Mr. Leinfeld. Alcohol isn't a good idea."

"Ohhh, right. I got it. Yeah, screw the liquor. I get it. Fangor can't be belching and shit when he's jumping some old lady. That's sloppy." He said, then he smiled. "Hey, you're good, man. I like you. See? You're thinking."

"Sighhhh..." Closing his client's folder, he asked, "Do you have any other question before we go out into the field and get you started?"

"Alright then. Why don't you follow me out to the car, and we'll see what we can find." Drogan said, and grabbed his keys to help his client get his first meal. He was a little hesitant to give him the crash course as he did with most vampires, but when he thought about it, he realized that the LAST the world needed was a vampire like Jerry Leinfeld getting lost in a bloodlust. It was best to get him fed first and better trained later. Because training him could take...a WHILE.