The thing about humans is that they know how to break all of the codes. There is nothing unnatural to them, and only the fabric of society creates a precarious relationship between what can and can't be. Fortunately, all other creatures in the world had unwritten codes they couldn't help but to follow. These were codes not written in some capricious global sandstone, but chiseled in diamond holds. The monsters, the undead, the mystic, and the supernatural were forever fettered.

Had.

Were.

Supposedly forever fettered.

The thing about humans is that they know how to break all of the codes. While scientists, whether sane or mad, were always a danger to the status quo, there were enough eyes watching to keep them at bay, and the dangers of the other-sentients were kept safely in lock and key.

But there were no eyes on the undead creatures who were human once. No one ever thought that a supernatural created from a human could possibly bring with them the unpredictable habit of change. But the undead are long lived, and the supernatural world was to learn that human tendencies had a way of resurfacing. Unpredictable daisies, the humans were. It wasn't even the eldest of the vampires that figured it out.

It was how the vampire trio broke from convention - miniscule step at a time - and began to behave in ways vampires should never be able to manage. Their rise was the fall of many hunters, and the beginning of raging, covetous war among the undead to get beyond their own supposedly unchangeable natures.

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// Criticism/Questio s welcome, followed the prompt to go back and edit just once, but I know how word salady I get without editing several times over.