I was born March 12, 2025 in Los Santos I was a dhampir born to Rubbene Velter, a transmasculine thin-blooded vampire. Sadly, he was not mentally well and kept me a secret, so he gave me up for foster care, thinking I would be taken care of better. Despite their good intentions, I was not parented very well. Because of my dhampir-ness and gayness, I was passed around like a plate of unwanted food. My foster “parents” were cruel and unkind. No matter where I went, no matter who I was given to, they abused and neglected me for what I am. I tried fighting against their abuse, but it just made things worse. I felt like I had to parent myself, which was okay, but I developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms and low self-esteem.
One day, when I was 13, I was fostered by a not-so-cruel emo couple, Amelia and Doug. They wanted to help me find out why I was this way, so the foster care agency contacted Lilith Bloodworth, Rubbene’s cousin, since they died shortly after I was put into foster care. We would holo-video call almost everyday, and I slowly learned more about him and myself as a dhampir.
Then at 18, I was helped to move out of the emo couple’s house and had a pizza delivery job, even though I couldn’t taste food all too well and it wasn’t satisfying enough. I kept in contact with the Bloodworths. Darius’ letters he left after his death told me more about Rubbene. Then, his sister, Lilith, and the letters mentioned his love life during the time I came around. They had two romantic partners, Andre, the ex-fiancé, who left and was never heard from again, and there was Jasper Graaves. Jasper was Rubbene’s polyamorous lover and I wanted to learn more about my father from him. I got in contact with him and his son, Marshall.
So, in March 2046, I drove my motorcycle to Los Santos from Michigan to meet them at Bean Machine. I thought it would be nice to receive more info about Rubbene on my birthday. But then, as I was stopped at a red light, almost to the cafe, the road underneath me cracked. I jumped onto the flat pavement with a breath-taking thud to my chest and almost blacked out. The crack continued to expand and I was swallowed up by the earth.
I woke up in [REDACTED], not knowing where I was, where to go, or who to trust. It felt lonely and depressing for quite some time. Adoptive families came and went. I changed paths; nurse to MC Enforcer and a collectible store employee. Suitors were either assumed dead, finding a way out of there, or ended the relationship as soon as it started. I was sired by a vampiress, of whom I treated like a second mother. I dressed in drag and questioned my sexuality. I wondered if I was gayflexible, and sure enough, I most likely am.
Then, I started feeling unhappy there. It felt like [REDACTED] was killing off her own realm. It felt like there was nothing I could do, until one day, while working at the collectible shop, a portal-like black hole appeared. It swallowed me whole and I tried to hold on to a rocking chair. It hit me hard in my chest as the chair and I got engulfed by the portal. I ended up in another realm that seemed a bit like the last, but slightly different. It felt like I was something else, but still me and vampiric. I woke up on the shoreline of Great Ocean Highway, my clothes drenched in saltwater and me coughing up blood in the twilight. Now, I seek better opportunities in this new place. I wonder where this place leads me in my immortal existence.
“Now I know why I woke up here on the shoreline, coughing up blood in the twilight. Everything looks the same. Will you halt this eclipse in me?”
Look To Windward by Sleep Token