In India and in China, Darcy learned the value of opium and other narcotics as convenient tools to help him feed on humans; but also to secure money to pay for his physical indulgences and needs. If humans wanted to buy such goods, he certainly was not the one to stop them; on the contrary, he was going to make a profit, and opium dens were the perfect location to "feed on the hoof." Frequented by wayward vagabonds and drifters, missing opium addicts rarely caused a fuss by the local authorities. As the boat docked in the port city of New Westminister on the Fraser River, the former British colonial capitol of British Columbia, late one evening, Darcy was one of the few passengers to emerge who did not die from the deadly cholera epidemic that broke out on ship. His time spent back in the British Empire was soon interrupted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police in their crackdown on the opium trade and the growing Chinatown in Vancouver (following a rapid surge of narcotics-related deaths). Darcy quickly left for Seattle and Portland, eventually settling in San Fransisco.
Until the end of the Great War, Darcy dwelled in the rapidly expanding city of San Fransisco. He was delighted at the Panama-Pacific Exposition, impressed with the Yankee colonists and their Palace of Fine Arts. Yearning for something new, he eventually decided to explore more of America. Taking the trans-Continental Railroad east to marvel at the great Modern industrial cities of the New World, he visited Detroit, Buffalo, Philadelphia, Boston and, of course, New York. He has since spent the majority of the last half-century in New York City trying his hand at art dealing and book publishing firms. His investments have always been rocky, and his companies lukewarm in their success. In New York, Darcy was quickly exposed to the other American vampires, many of whom were much older than him; but also others that were younger, and less experienced in the world. Darcy dabbled in New York politics, never taking them very seriously. Something happened between him and the King of New York, however, that made Darcy leave the city in a hurry. The details surrounding Darcy's departure, and whatever he did to offend the King, is shrouded in mystery as neither have openly spoken about it to others.
In America, Darcy has continued his appreciation of art and beauty, and has delighted in and enjoyed some of the great American cultural innovations of the past century. Whilst never considering himself a Yankee colonist, even if he has lived in the United States longer than several generations of naturalised human citizens, Darcy has slowly but steadily evolved and adapted with the changing times when necessary to survive. But old habits die hard, and his grand and opulent tastes have left him decadent, dissipated, and desolute. Whatever went on between Darcy and the King, he found a place outside his authority by heading for the South. Drifting between Shrovesport, New Orleans, and Dallas, Darcy has found himself staying in the Texas city more and more often. And having lost most of his New York investments, he is back to his old tricks peddling narcotics and contraband goods. As for the Great Revelation? He personally thinks the American Vampire League is cracked, overly confident in humanity and playing fast and loose politics. For one, he liked it better before when people laughed at the idea of a vampire and went on obliviously living their lives - hunting and survival were much simpler. Nonetheless, the new and rising demand for V among some humans has been a welcome way to make some money even if it has worn his welcome thin with the District 9 Sheriff.