[Chapter Number| Two]
[Chapter's Title|Las Vegas]
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"Do we really have to go?" Patton whines as he sits on the chair his friend, Virgil, had previously been sitting on

"Pat, as much as I love acting that we are not elites, we still have certain needs to quench."

Patton grimaces. "But last time we when they were treated horrible!"

"I can assure you I found a place which doesn't abuse."

"You said that last time!"

Roman tries comforting the distress. "Pat."

"I admit that my conclusion about the last place was incorrect but may you trust me this time?"

The freckle vampire seems to think for a second before nodding. "Alright."

"Now, what was that place you were talking about?"

"It is in Las Vegas."

"Damn, why so far?"

"I deduce they want to conserve the roots of where the sin industries reigned during the Great Depression."

"Wouldn't that-?"

"I interrogated various other elite vampires and they recommended we when there. Their prices aren't cheap, but they give you quality."

"Elaborate specs."

Logan rolls his eyes at the nickname. "They are rarely known for violence in stage, or wounded merchandise." Patton cringes at the wording and Logan sends him an apologetic look. "In fact, they have one of the cleanest record in their 3-day sell every year."

The flamboyant laughs. "They are way too cocky. Only selling for 3-days every year?"

"Roman, their prices aren't cheap."

"And who will be willing to buy from them, when you can get like seven for any other buyer to equal their price?"

"Millioners. The ones who don't have enough time to keep replacing."

"Can we stop talking about this?" Patton silently asks, nausea slowly getting to him as he remembers the treatment humans received in those illegal bussiness. His request was ignore.

"And? Why else will anyone comform for such a scam?"

"Because most of the common ones sold are sick with a deadly disease. They are kidnapped from low-class community or sold. Then they are starve and those die way too quickly or from a single drink. Some vampires don't have the time to continuously replace them. In this place in Las Vegas, the hosts keep them feed, healthy, and even if some are sick with deadly disease they are stable and don't fucking die from a single-" Logan's rant was interrupt by a door slapping shut with intense force.

The two remaining in the room exchange a glance, for more than once grateful for the noise absorbent walls the private library provides.

It took a few minutes, but Patton eventually and hesitantly returns to the room.

"Sorry, dad."

"My apologize Patton, I disregarded your lack of enjoyment regarding the current topic at hand."

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"I still can't believe you managed to convince our parents to let us go to Las Vegas." Roman says in shock as Logan continues to drive his dark blue Mercedes in the early night.

"I figuratively have some tricks under my sleeve."

"That's awesome, nerd!" The flamboyant compliments as he leans back into the fake leather seat. The thrill of bording a plane, even through he had his own wings and could turn into a bat, keeping a large goofy smile on his lips. "How long until we get to Pat's?"

"I will be concluding that we will be reaching Patton's parents' residency in around 45 minutes."

"I wish our stormcloud would have been able to come with us for the summer vacations."

Logan raised one of his eyebrows. "I don't believe Virgil would have presented enjoyment in seeing humans getting sold. Patton and him tend to agree that human life is precious."

"I mean, other parts of the trip-"

"Casinos and prostitution?"

"Logan."

"Ah, I apologize for my lack of...filter."

The red hair vampire rolls his eyes. "Whatever fits your plate."

"What plate?"

Roman ignores him. "As I was saying, there are some cool restaurants and the weather change meaning I could cuddle him at night!"

"What?"

"What."

"What does that have to do with a plate?"

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"Guys!" Patton gushes as the two pull up to his drive way and he rushes out with a jovial smile, a briefcase, and suitcase.

"You seem awfully excited, Pat." Roman steps out of the car after Logan had park to help the baby-blue eyed vampire place everything inside the trunk of the car while Logan placed the location of the airport on the GPS.

"I am, kiddo! Well...except for the reason we are going."

The romantic forces a smile to ease the awkwardness. "Hi kiddo, I'm Roman."

The small gasp he got from the shortest as his mood lighten made the pun worthed.

"May you two hurry up? We have to arrive at the airport before 10pm! We are experiencing a delay of possibly 20 minutes."

"God damn pocket protector, how are we so behind?! I thought you normally where infront of time!"

"Language."

"If you hadn't forgotten to inform your parents about the trip, and pack your suitcase we will not be so late behind!" Roman looks down in shame and decides to evade the arguement for the sake of making the trip tolerable. He didn't want to be on eggshells around Logan and accidently get themself kick out of the airport because their anger levels were too high.

"Fine."

"Stick to the speed limit, Loggy-Bear!" Patton says as he and Roman enter and sit on the back of the car before starting to gush about their missing friend while Logan continues to drive.

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A long process later of security and the three had made it to the waiting area of their airplane. It was suprisingly overcrowding with various bussiness man looking people and the ones who seem to be tough in cash. Roman feel his jaw open in awe and miscalculations of the amount of people who will show up. Patton everytime felt slightly sicker and sicker of going to this type of place. Logan meanwhile forces himself to keep his posture and sharpness since it was common for the youngest looking to face a few mocks and pranks.

It was true that all the ones in the crowd weren't going to the same event as them, but a vast majority seem to be.

"My kiddo isn't responding." Patton whispers after they had found a few seats to sit on.

"He is probably asleep, padre."

Patton shooks his head. "He should be awake; he has insomnia."

"There is a possibility he managed to find himself trap in the REM cycle. I believe it will be a wise choice to let him recover those lost hours of sleep."

"Yeah, I agree with specs there."

"I guess you are right, kiddo."

The three try to form a conversation to evade the awkwardness of the room but most topics die after the first three minutes. The tense ambient in the room also didn't aid their topics for conversation. It unfortunately doesn't change even after they board the airplane.

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Humans and Vampires[1]
Vampires existance got reveal a few thousand centuries back. Humans at the beginning refused to accept the existance of supernatural creatures on their earth. Later on the two races began to get along and procreate. Most of the current population as a result is a hybrid of both.