Good guy vampires (there are still some evil ones, but they are essentially social pariahs in the early 21st Century...kind of the equivalent of Southern racist, reluctantly ex-slaveholders...they can't be totally dismissed, but all the "cool vamps" seem to be patiently waiting for these distasteful anachronisms to fade away -- or, more expediently, for clusters of them step out of line far enough that they can be justifiably wiped out from time to time).
Similar situation for "were" creatures (wolves, bears, weasels, wolverines...if it's a fierce mammal, someone somewhere can turn into it).
The protagonist is a...well...he's a really nice guy. He's a demon-banishing, non-bloodsucking, non-metamorphosizing quasi-vampire with werewolf undertones and a seemingly infinite capacity to manipulate magical energies (as a savant, rather than learned spell-caster, which anyone else who manipulates similar energies seems to need to be).
He's a genuinely nice guy. Very gentlemanly...except when he "Hulks"-out and destroys everything that in any way threatens anyone he cares about (most definitively his girlfriend the more-or-less Queen" of the modern, forward thinking vamp sophisticates of the world...who also happens to be the most beautiful female humanoid in existence).
I've rally enjoyed the first two books. The characters are well drawn and the protagonist (who serves double duty as the first person narrator) oozes well-intentioned sincerity and the genuine desire to "do good."
It's about the least "dark" of any vampire/urban fantasy you'll ever come across. Even when tortured by inner demons (sometimes literally), everyone is pretty well in touch with their feelings, and there is no emotional pain so intransigent that it can't be put into perspective by a good "talking to" by Gramps, the 1200 year-old Vampire Elder Selka, or one of a couple lovingly-teasing big sister types.
This is not a complaint. There is enough blood and gore, tension and excitement, that the saccharine sweetness with which it flirts never quite overwhelms. The books have a clever and consistent set of underlying fantasy physics tht are fun to play with.
...And you never have to worry about the good guys losing. The protagonist is literally a Deus Ex Machina. Not only did God send him here to fight the good ought, but apparently, there is no limit to how powerful he can become. It's only be ever a matter of finding a dire-enough situation to instinctively summon that next level of previously-unsuspected-new-and-invincibility-bestowing power.
Honestly, it's ok with me. Quite the opposite of a comlaint Real life is complicated and sufficiently lacking in evidence of cosmic purpose or enduring happy endings. I'm always grateful for stories that let me experience the fantasy vicariously and believe in it for a little while.
To be honest, I'm dreading reading my way through to the end of the fourth book (they are quick reads). Not looking forward to returning full time to he Real World.