{The year is 576, and the day is November 3rd. He was born by writer, poor in the old days. He never had much of anything, only education, and linguistics. His writing had been set, and his education at the time was as much as his father could write. His father and mother were separated, due to a disease, that had struck their town, and were torn apart. From what he knew his mother was alive, and his father never had enough money to visit. He was 6 at the time. He was always friend of at least 4 people, whenever one would pass or leave, another would show up and become his friend. But tends never be over 4. For a unknown reason. When he reached the age of ten he knew more so than other children and ranked high in his years classes, his father was proud. Although he couldn't show anyone, or provide his son to be a scholar. No one wanted to fixate him with the other nobles, or upper class. When he was eleven, his first thought of love had entered his mind. She was beautiful, and was fairest of most noble daughters, and...was the same age. He remembered a girl in his earlier years, when he was born and to now. She was born on the exact day he was, and probably as intelligent, or more so. He lied his way to her, to be beside her, but was always true to her. He stole expensive clothing, to dress himself nobler(sp?). When he was dressed up and ready, he was introduced to her parents. He spoke in his tongues to cause them believing, all throughout the years. When he was 15 his father started making preparations to get him set for a bride, if he was to find one. His beloves' father had made preparations for her to wed him, not knowing who or what he truly was. When he was 16, he was legally right to take her hand, and wed her, but during that day, he was duelling in the courtyard of his father-in-laws' hospitality, with three of his friends that he had managed to dress up, and teach manners. The three duelled like proper men, noble and wise upon the court grounds. His beloved came to his side stopping him, dragging him away from the others. the two spoke, and he pressured the long awaited question to her, but before she could answer a loud noise was heard followed by screaming. The two looked to the sounds as his friends dropped their swords. The two ran to the couple as they spoke of the things they saw from over the wall. As they shake a bit and look down.. the father of his beloved came out and screamed to the boys, get in and put on some armor, to duel the occurring demons(?). they had no choice but to uphold their false personas, and fight to the death. As they came out, and saw the burning village, their eyes widened in shock of their once peaceful town gone to rubble. They armed themselves and ran out to find the creatures of beings that had done such, with the father-in-law . As they split, the so called demons were identified by one to another as a human being capable of causing magic. As each one perished slowly afterwards. It was left to the father and Shutat, as they ran through the town, in search for these mages. As he watched his father in law shocked, and tormented, saving his life as the last words were save my daughter. He ran and to the house he originated from. Knowing for most are dead, he ran without cease as the mages then followed him, to catch the boy and whomever else they may find. As he found the house he jumped inside, shutting the door behind him, taking off the overweighing armor and screaming for her hand. As he took her out the back, running with her as fast as they could to escape the clutches of the mages, behind them. As she tripped their hands had departed. He skid to a stop to pick her up as when his foot and hands got to her, her body had been displaced by beams and balls of flames. He watched in horror as his beloved was torn and burned apart.. as he fell to his knees. Screaming. As it took mere seconds.. he look to the mages that had caught up to him, they laughed as they looked down to him. They spoke slowly.. as his body was lifted into the air, and flung into the forest. Landed on a tree stump, spiked to the tip as it was rammed through his stomach. As he though to himself, dying there, wanting revenge, wanting to kill the mages that had done such to him. He spit up blood as the darkness covered through his eyes, the night falling upon the sky, dying slowly. He could feel the animals sniffing him, and gnawing at his flesh, when the pain stopped.
(As the night had started it's coldness, as his eyes reopened, breathing has slown down and his body incapable of feeling. He hears a noise in the distance. Crunching of leaves as the panting of a wolf sniffs at the side of his head. A cover of saliva slides over his left eye, as he is ripped off the tree spike, and onto the ground his eyes start to blur as his vision fails. In his mind as the dreams, and blank darkness flows he see's a cloud of smoke in his mind. As it wraps him in it's grasp his body, out of mind is taken. A woman, who's wolf was owner. Picks him up and into her cabin. She see's him not capable of speaking nor of anything, she knew this man. She instead of asking, nor of given though, embraces him. Her mouth wraps over his jugular as her fangs extend and slide into his neck. the ripping of flesh is heard as she takes him in, drinking him, savoring his vitae. As she takes his life, fully. She then gives her wrist to her familiar, letting it's teeth gnaw a wound in her wrist. She isn't into self mutilation. She then brings the wound to his lips and lets his mouth take her blood in. The feeling of it sliding through his throat burns as his inanimate body becomes slowly animated. He coughs up her blood as she strips his clothes off his chest.. beginning to tend to the wound. As he looks at her.. unaware, believed he was to be dead. How .. where.. what.. happened? )
Shutat: Wha... what happened.. *as his hand reaches for his chest, sitting up as the bandage felt is covering the wound.. a slight feel of the hole in his chest can be felt. but the bandage tight, holding him together.* What have.. you done to me?
Female: I have brought you back Shutat. And i know i was wrong to do such. But, i don't think you need to die, not now. Not in that state.
Shutat: ...and how does you know my name?.. *as he looks to her, she starting to move around him. A smile crosses her face*
Female: My name is Tolaria Blanchwood. You know me not Shutat, but i know you.
Shutat: Tolaria.. of the woods.. my father spoke of ye.
Tolaria: oh my.. so.. you do.. tis been a while since anyone ever spoke of my name. Or knew me, who was your father?
Shutat: He.. was a writer, his name was Johan. Although i would think you would of known, if you knew me.
Tolaria: *looks at him, she looks about his age.. as she shakes her head.. pushing him down to lay upon the sewn sheets.. * hush.. I knew you because i was linked to your birth. Although i have lived longer, know not of my appearance, i have been. I am currently at the age of 138 years of age. i have been hunted and captured. Though i survive.
Shutat: *shakes his head in disbelief* You canst be, you look of my age, unless younger. How could you of.. ? *as he recalls his life being brought back and everything.. * what..are you??
Tolaria: i am a human being, as you are. No more no less. But i have been given powers beyond others. And that makes me who i am. You are one as i. Now, and i must teach you how to do things. As one of us.
Shutat: one of us.. ? what do you mean, i am no longer me?
Tolaria: only saying that you are now, one with us, the undead. And that you need to trust me, for i shall not let you go, nor shall i let you perish, in my custidy. Your town is dead, and all of your friends. I am the only one left, besides those mages, that know you. And i will have you able to get your revenge upon them.
Shutat: *growls as the memory of his beloved's death fills his thoughts.. * grrr. i will kill them for what they had done!!
(They talk for what seems all night, as then they stop. And she teaches him things, to start, fortitude. So he can walk amoungst most, the total time it took him to learn this discipline took several weeks, as they practiced. She got better slowly, as he did. She taught him how to hunt and everything to do such. As he would have to do it on his own, later in life. While they looked around, one eve, after hearing a strange noise outside a shovel flies and renders Shutat unconcious. He falls to the ground, the tool's sharp end hit the back of his head as the blood starts to drip slowly, from the wound.. The men who were there so long ago, the mages, have found the haven, of the vampire as they walk into the cabin. Screaming at her to bow to them, and submit as their slaves or render to their brutality. For she spits on them and screams for Shutat, unaware of his status. The mages don't know he is what he is now, thinking he's just a peasant they caught about to be murdered by her. He awakens.. after three wolves start to lick up the blood being transformed into his own personal ghouls.. he rises. His eyes flicker a deep green as the animals follow him, the wound sealing itself. As he steps to the door unaware of the beasts he created. the wolves know his anger and feelings towards these same mages, as they rush to one of them. tearing at the mans' flesh. Hearing him scream as the other mages look to the door then their friend.. placing a barrier on the house that shoots Shutat off through the woods, as he hits his back against a tree, unconcious again, hasn't learned how to take the pain and come back. As the woman screams in pain as she is brutally forced to obey their orders, and whatelse they proceed to protrude in her. As the other mage at the time is being torn to shreds by the wolves, as they pick and pull at his muscles and organs, still feeling Shutat's anger through unconciousness, they rip him apart like they did his beloved. The two mages in disust, aim their fingers at the wolves beams of light form at their tips and shoot out at the carcass and the wolves, as they are burned and frozen through their palms a blast of electricity into their souls as they are dispersed into the afterlife.)
{She was his only tutor to find at the time, days past, as his carcass lays there in the forrest, being covered by the leaves that fall, laying against the tree.. No one knew him or seen him, no longer.}
{As time past it took a while for him to come back to where he lost
Tolaria, yet alone forget what had happened that day. The time is now 1356 and
he has heard rumors of greater vampires that roam, hidden. The days are no
longer safe for any of the supernatural beings. For one day, like everything,
has it's end. He knew this, and spoke of it to passers that would ask him of
where he came from, saying this. Those of which he found suitable as his
accessors, he's test, and trick. Slowly to gain knowledge if they were truly
worthy of such a.. "gift"? Was this what he was given a gift, or was it a curse.
As most people would think it's cool, or better, others would say it was a
curse. Something to fear of, something to run away from, to kill. Which also
posed a threat upon unnatural occurences. Mages, Were-wolves, Wraiths,
Changelings, Vampires, and what else, there was at the time, and those hidden in
time. How are you to know what you are, or what they are. How is life to treat
you when you are up against one, or you have shown them something pleasing to
their taste. Of for you, if you turn to find you have some gift, unawakened,
unaware, or freshly revived by the soil. How do you take part in something so
meaningless, or is it meaningless. As the days past he heard of these traveling
mages, two, old men. He did not know if these were the same men, or if they
weren't. All he knew is that he hated them for what they did to his love, and
his life. As he wanders around, to find these men. As all supernatural beings
tend to have a sense of awareness, when coming across another beings as such.
But does not mean it always works and you can see a vampire in a room. all you
know is that they are around, no exact pin~points. Sucks how you have to waist
blood to have sex and make your opposite have an orgasm. But hell it sure is
fun.. he grins somewhat, in his writing he looks around.. remembering the
place..as he walked in. He always seems to get the livly bars, always a vampire
and a werewolf around. I'm amazed we havn't had a brawl yet. He walks up to the
tender and orders a black liquid, he was addicted to this shit. Sweet taste,
fine smooth feel as it crawls down your through. I mean, it's like heaven. And
best thing is, once you get yer first buzz off it, you have no damn fear of
anything. You are ski-free livin it out, havin what you want, givin what ye want
and not caring. I mean this shit was the long use of mine, no one else knew what
it was. They'd always ask me. But all dared not try it, but one. I guess the
effects vary on people. I watched as a mortal drunk one glass she gagged. And
started to run for the small fountain in the midst of the town. She vomitted all
the way.. like she was spewing it from a everlasting cup of gunk. I had once
came out to her, twas the last night anyone saw her. She was a regular to drink
the liquid. But when she vanished. Everyone was shocked. We all were ready for
another vomitting session. Gladly the rain always washed it away each night.
Shutat: M'lady.. art thou okay?... you keep pressuring yerself to drink more than one glass i am amazed you are trying.
Girl: *ass he turns to me, i see her eyes, blue as the sky, most unsual in today's times. Her hair was blackened by the roots, as she grins some* And what if it's a suicide attempt?
Shutat: Well you are skinny enough by it, i would think that if thou art going to kill yerself. there may be better ways to just this.
Girl: *smirks* and what pray tell thee on what should be done with i?
Shutat: *i just grin, and place my hand on her shoulder, as she looked at me, with a weird look..... she tries to move away, but already in fear as my fangs bare at her somewhat, through a smile*
Girl: My lord, what art thou? And what are you...*She gets pulled into my cloak as i look around.. and cover her mouth..* Shut up.. and i'll make it quick...
Girl: *scared of actual death she struggles with him and tries to pul back* n..n...no.. Stop!
Shutat: *shakes his head as he pushes his hand forcefully against her mouth, and run off towards the outside alley of the bar. Where all be dark, it seems the likely place, that most would do such.*
(As he forces her down, he glides his mouth over her neck, preforming his hunger's thirst, and to relieve this soul of her life, that she plays like a fool with. She should of been more lively. Then this such would not of occurred. Although i would of brought her back maybe. ..but was sidetracked during my feeding. I turn my head to see a female in leather armor, she stood with a whip in hand.. as i started to stand when she crossed the corner, i could smell her. She looked at me, and grinned, as i turned around to be a bit mannersome. She did not hint of a vampire, nor the tainted smell of a wolf.. as i walk towards her, wiping the blood from my lips and chin i grin once again.)
Shutat: Good eve.. and what may i help thou with?
Leather: Nothing that i can see. But would you mind telling me how the lady is doing?
Shutat: *grins some* i do nay understand...*he stands tall, it is known from his height that he overs herabout 5 inches. he looks down at her. He slides his cloak over his shoulder.. as he stands, wearing a blue-ish ringmail, that's been worn-torn through several occassions. and a two handed sword, that's propped on his waist. always dragging on the ground, leaving a straigt trail, of the dust that he crosses. It doesn't even fit the sheath that well, where it protrudes out almost the rest of it's feet out the top of the hilt.*
Leather: I see you are ready for anything, sire. *she grins somewhat as she slides her hand onto the handle of the sword... she starts to run her hand along it slowly while moving closer to him, she can smell the blood of the other on his lips, she tilts her head and moves her lips across to his neck..
Shutat: *waiting, for signs of offense he stands there, taking her hand from his sword's handle.. his fingers in the broken ring gloves slighty interlock with hers, as she grins a bit. He has the feeling of her being a vampire, but can't tell since the one that he sensed if not the same in the bar, is still there.. He is currently Caitiff..also.. if he is to gain a clan rank, he would seem to himself more deemable to be a vampire.. Tis a pity he had to run from his last sire, whom died.*
Leather: *who is a 4th generation Malkavian Antitribu, grins to herself.. as she licks his neck..* Mmm.. i can sense that you are lost. Isn't that right boy.
Shutat: *as he gets alittle uneasy about her pressence.. he pushes her back..* i am not. A boy!..
Leather: *she just laughs some and shakes her head* Anyone that has to lure a female to a alley, is jus a mere newbie vampire. And how long you been around? 5 years?
Shutat: *he reaches into his pocket and grins tilting his head back, both hands in pockets..* no. .i've been one for over 500 years.. more so that i would suggest ye!
(Leather just laughs as she pulls out her whip and unravels it, pulling back at the same time as he spin and darts a dagger towards her hand, that pierces her palm/wrist. as he grins, she looks at the dagger and pulls it out.. and looks at him while holding her hand. She screams at him, "You fucking asshole i'll do you for that!". He replies, "you'll what?" She swings at him with the dagger while her hand starts to glow in the dim darkness. I watch somewhat in amazement of this regeneration i have not seen ever. I block the dagger's swings with my shoulder plate, as the dagger clanks off the dented armor, letting sounds of the fight emerse out from the alley, as she makes a few strong swings, that allow the carved shoulder arms, to spark Never realy seen this happen before was strange as i was keeping her from hitting me, and trying to pull out my 2 handed sword, myself. She slides my right hand that leaves a trait from the midst left back side to the midst of the hand and to the center in a uneven circle.. i pull back jus as it slices and jump over her, in a half flip, pulling my blade from it's sheath. i thrust it backwards that seems to jus stab her in the stomach. She looks down at me, mocking a death. So that she could get a hidden attack when i let her fall. But i seen her hand heal i wouldn't doubt her stomach aswell. As she falls in a very amusing played out death she gasps a final breath.. as i turn sword still unsheathed. I stood what seemed only a brief minute before she arose again and tried to attack me I throw my blade backwards, she must not of seen it, for it slid right through her neck, making her fall backwards. Her hit to the ground had stuck my blade into the dirt, if she wanted up, i'd find out. She was laying there, i could sense her essence dying. So i picked up my sword, her whip, my dagger, and......any money. Just then it hit me, she was truly trying to kill me, for when i looked on her body, i saw religious items, she must of been a hunter. They're starting to piss me off.)
(As my travels longer the reach towards when i first met Garr travelling alone. He was ruthless, due to what happened to him in younger ages. He looked as shit and smelled of death. On his horse were bones made into armor, as he rode off. I later knew his name, and became his friend. Taught him many things, especially how to bathe. God those kingdoms, they love actin all glorious, but they smell and look like shit! Do not trust movies! He found trouble, we found trouble. And immortal was heard running a town out, and killing the men, and enslaving the women, for his own uses. We both thought "hey, lets go get this fucker" maybe we'll be written down in a book for our deed.. We have yet seen it in the papers, books, or history of Tritsi. He was a had opponent, he could shake the ground that we walked on with a single swing of his blade, the man knew no mercy....so did we. We found out from attacking him that he'd dodge and block with great defense on his neck. Which we found to be his weakness. Garr almost died in that battle, for he was not yet skilled in his vampiric side as i was. Alone i was learning. He was not. When we had finished him. We figured i'd teach Garr some education in being, what we are. .....
(When times progressed after the meeting with semi-immortal that he had met, he looks more cautiously when he's walking abroad. Although the female before that fight, was lovely. A nice piece of juicebag, so to speak, too bad i had to kill my own sect to gain a semi-status. At least i won't be known as hey that guy. I am now Malkavian Antitribu 4th gen. "Sometimes being a vampire has it's goals" he would say while grinning to some of his other brethren. Times change, but people don't. He has run into some of his old buddies still actin like dicks. Hey, i'm a dick too, so what. Laughs most the time while he cracks skulls and punishes the weak at heart, torturing them by taking their younger kin, and....well. Varies on females and males, the males usually get tortured by Shutat's female friends. Varies from torture to pleasing to horrid. Pleasing is the type that'll make you glad and shit thinking, "Hey this isn't so bad now.." but then again after a short while of it something goes wrong.. ~grin~. Horrid is usually burning, impaling, cutting, rendering, uneasing pain. Another thing about pleasing torture, is. Gotta love the wyrms and their derangements. Some of us got them, i mean i've seen a male vampire in a orgy come out alive, while the others laid dead in mess of blood and semen. God damn thorns on the man's dick. Shocked the hell out of me. But also, i've made friends with them, aswell as a woman with a.. .. meat grinder, so to speak. Damn i was lucky. Though my friend i could say the least for, seeing how he was cut short.....inches. Hehe, the grandfathers of the young ones. Well the ones that had potential, we made into us. Who shortly did our work for us, on their adults. Gotta love brainwashing them, makes things.. so much.. pleasant. I am not the one who is going around sacrificing and taking virgin's cherries. I mean shit, i'd be glad to, but i have better things, besides...it's shameful.. (not really.. jus makin it sound bad....*grin* ) "Ohh.. i hate.. i hate.... the mornings.." He starts to mumble to himself.. "..from the danes a green mist swirls is it a shadow of reflection? the apparition in moonbeams bathed a voice like wind through trees beckons.. cold rain on hot summer stone, the odor fills my presence of freshly dug grave and death and night these things are her essence... nocturnal mistress, spirit lover... your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste my goddess of the violet twilight you are lust incarnate in the sweat of my bed the eastern sky hints of dawning alone and awake but exhausted i lie, oh how i hate the morning....." As he awakens the mist'd of sundown, he curls over in his bed, and looks across the room. To see guess who? Our famed little character who's the brother of this vampire with the same taste for blood and a bad taste in clothes.
Shutat: God Garr you look like a bloody queer!
Garr: *turns to him wearing light coloured tan trousers and a white doublet....* What you mean brother? ....Besides i havn't gotten blood on me yet..* he grins some*
Shutat: *shakes his head and sighs*Gotta kill all the white people. *grins some as he points his blade at Garr* take off them clothes and slip into something more ..appealing or else you die!.. hehe
Garr: Ah so it's about stripping now isn't it.. You jus want to taste my body and lick me clean feeling my cock against ye lips don't you!.. well.. no.. no i won't have that! Ceasar may of liked yer cock up his ass but it's shameful. (starting to love that phrase.. It's shameful)
Shutat: .....................................................................................................what the hell are you talking about brother you been into the elderberry wine again?
Garr: *laughs some, as he stops hearing a struggle outside their buildings walls.* ..eh? what's that? *As they both move to the window, after getting FULLY dressed.. they see a girl being cornered by townsfolk, she looks a bit of the age of 16 maybe younger or older, can't tell from here..* What's going on down there ? ..
Shutat: I don't know .. but lets find out..*as he leaves first, jumping down the stairs landing feet first on the wooden boards.. a creak is heard...but he grins.. not falling for the break under him this time.. as he moves quickly away a ball 'n spike flies passed him.. * Garr you tried to do it again didn't you?!
Garr: *walking down the stairs he grins*.. oh yeah.. why not scare the fuck out of you?
Shutat: didn't work...(Garr: damnit) ..
*As the two make their ways to the door, they open it right when the girl busts in fron the doorway ramming into the two, falling ontop of them. She gazing down at them, surprised as they all all, eyes widened by each other's now shocked and unaware motions.. the townfolk that was following her step up to the door, and start to back off. Having heard rumors about the two brothers, they fear that they may do unto them as they heard they have others. *
The town crier is heard in the background spouting off, "The girl she took
she stole food from the market! Catch her! Catch her before she strikes again!"
in a sing-song tune. But off-key..The man infront, the merchant whom she stole
from is standing at the door now, pushing ever other aside. "I want her now, she
took some of my things from my stand i demand her in my arms, to pay for what
she stole!" Garr looks at the man and then at the girl, after they have all
three stood up once again. As the girl feels cornered she sighs, and looks down,
holding out her hands with the items she stole, knows she's guilty, and doesn't
want to pursue any thing.. to a uneased end. "What are you talking about, you
dare insult my niece as such? " speaking to the man, he starts to use his
domination discipline. as he speaks, to change their minds, making it like she
has already paid them, or so forth of a bill she will bring back, and he agreed.
Wether after fact, they decide that he's right, he grins some slamming the door
shut, "Stupid assholes.." The girl looks up and blinks wondering what the hell
is going on,.....and why he called her his neice... "Hey..... guy.. i don't know
what yer thinking but i am NOT yer neice! I don't have family....anymore. " she
looks down slightly as she raises back up acting proud of herself, "you can't
come in here and start tellin me what i am and not!" Shutat smirks some, " Well
for one, you came in here, second off we saved yer ass.. third, your ours now. "
He grins somewhat, as Garr leans against the door. The girl looks at the two...
and quirks a brow, "Now.. you think that i'm going to just let you two take me
as a damn fool? What did you do to them, they know exactly who i damn well am
and what i fucking did, how did they jus walk off like that and paid no mind?"
Confused and pondering of this strange happenings. "this is Garr, and i am
Shutat. tis all you really need to know right now. love eternal lust infernal
bleeding burning needing yourning.. is next thing. There will be no more night
of you out in the cold, for now on you shall be under our protection, We will
teach you. and help you as you carry on." She tilts her head...."Why are you
doing this all for me??" Garr grins, his fangs can be seen as his lips part,
growing... she steps back and blinks, "what the hell is going on??" They both
jump her and after 45 minutes of slow pain and draining. She awakens with a
gasp, of the blood of the two in her mouth, as she suckles on it by force of
instinct, she pulls their writsto her mouth, her face bloody from theirs, as she
drinks, they pull away, from her after 2 minutes thinking it's enough.. Shutat
leaving his longer, enjoying this slight painful tingling sensation.. realizes
and pulls away. He licks his wrist closed, after the two look at each other and
nod.. They turn back to her whom is laying there, half naked, and shocked of
what happened to her, seeing how she's on the ground and just drank their
blood.... she turns over as a tear falls from her eye, wondering what did they
do to her, she panics somewhat and stands starting to scoot away.. she looks at
the two, "What did you two do to me???.. why was i drinking your blood and why
am i near bare from head to toe?!" The two jus look and grin as they watch her.
Garr speaks up, "As we once were we are now another, you once was, yet now
another. You belong to the sect. Your pride is full and your power shall grow.
You have gained a life, yet lost another. You lost yerself, but we found you.
You are a vampire now, thus infected." Her eyes blink somewhat, unbelieving,
knowing what was heard of them as just a fable or follore or fairy tale. These
guys are a joke, ... but..why did i awaken, and have a sharp pain in my neck,
and the taste of their blood.. ? reaching for her neck she feels the wound
that's healed..yet bruised, Garr's trademark of two lines that would fall from
his lips, trail down her chest, where she smears, to see the blood. Her eyes
widen. "You assholes, what have you done to me?" rising she runs to them and
punches Shutat in the gut, unaware using protean from her anger and what would
be normal strength, he flies back into a wall
as her eyes widen some from jus a mere punch, and by his height i'd not nearly knock him that far... she steps back, as Garr comes up and grabs her arms, much stronger in protean and in normal strength from over the ages of his life. Shocked how she could do such to him he pursues to trap her.. he whispers to her, "you see.. what you did, is a gained power of what you have become.. don't fight it, don't wish it gone, you are a vampire, nothing can change you, no matter." Shutat stands up some, and walks towards the two, as he looks down, smirking somewhat.. "Now .. what did i do to you that you didn't want, that made you do this/that.. to me?" he grins some as he slides his hand slowly up her chest, where is along her clothing, over her curves..."Now, what do ye suppose i do to you?" regarding he's already done something.. he slides his hand up to her neck, and tilts her head up some. He leans his head towards hers, as to kiss her, but he changes, as he inhales her essence, he has that way with telling.. as he slides his lips brushing along her flesh, of her cheek, and forehead. He licks her hair some, as he smoothes it back with his other hand.. letting her go, he steps back. "Oh yeah, you got potential." Garr lets her go as he steps back a few. "See now you don't have to worry, she wasn't a mess up after all bro." Garr grins slight at Shutat, and sits on the stairs that is behind him. Scarab jus looks around wondering what the hell are they talking about. As the night begins.......................)
(As they awake the next eve, she is still not used to the new, hours. Although her theiving skills were mostly during nightfall. She used to have a morning life too. She sat up this morning, watching slightly the sun. but when it had shown she was forced by Shutat to get down, she's not ready yet, for that. He shakes his head and pulls her back down on him, as they slepts again. Til their true awaking hour. She gets up first and looks at the two, one in the bed opposing wall, and hers whom now sleeps in the bed that was now furnished in the middle of the room, wonders why they don't sleep in coffins, like the fabled ones do. At this year in time, Dracula was never heard of, but words of vampire was spread, but under a different name, drinkers of blood, nightstalkers, the such, are just mere names of ours, God's evil creation, Caine's curse, you get my drift? She looks at Shutat, "Just tell me what ye want me to...." stopped, he replies. "Thou.. be yerselfor thy may not see what will happen later. We are keepers of knowledge, pain, fear, and creation. So to speak. Creation is making our own kin, not others, we cannot make trees grow faster or the such. Some of us hold abilities to do similiar things... like me.." He says a a shot of thunder is sounded in the background, as the wooden widow frame lights from the blast of blastning fills the room, the candle light holders. As he stands the wind picks up some, making a small whirl in the room til it diminishes, their hair go out spread everywhere. As she watches wonders if this is what he mean't. "I can somewhat control what happens to the weather, giving me the ability to make the sun dissapear is good advantage to us. But i can rarely summon it up. And it takes away alot of blood to do such. You have a certain amount of capacity to yer skills. As you have witness you used what we would call, Protein.. It's a discipline that most of us have, and work on to gain in. The skill boosts yer strengths by determining how much blood you put in it. Watch how you feel, if you feel weak then that means you are low, or empty. To regain, you must feed upon a mortal's vitae. (also known as blood) Now you can also drink from another vampire but their blood can be tainted, or you can mess yerself up, with it. Some have turned into grotesque monsters(needing it after a while) after feeding off one another.Also there is another ritual, called Blood bond. If thou share the blood of another vampire for a set amount of times, the bond between you both will be complete, and you both cannot seperate, You can be their slave or they yers. It's not good either way, sometimes. Garr has the ability to summon up flames. from bonfires to small little explosions with the mere though. Sorta like a pyrotechnic. But. it wastes his blood too much and he, oh so loves doing it. There are other paths that thou canst train of, but first off you should stick to one at a time. Remeber that you can live this life, the easy way and hard way. You can be hunted, or you can hunt. You can die, jus as easily as you can live. We watch our backs and kill those whom threaten us. Most the time we have to do so without any mere though. Just kill, some of us have the traits to be assasins, so watch yerself. If you get attacked and fail to destroy yer enemy, you have to act that thou hast die, vanish for some time, or kill them so no one will remember you. A major part, because you aren't going to be walking around the next day after you were lanced by a killer or other. If you do anything that shows what you are now, in a fight, make sure that it's alone, if there are others that witness yer new abilities then you will have to do away with them. I myself and Garr booth try to keep in the unknown origins. Never let anyone know, unless you are going to kill them our own kind my test us, so be weary. We aren't alone there are others out here that'll attack you. There are things such as werewolves. I have heard. They stick in packs and hate our kind. We are also known as the Sabbat, you are a Malkavian antitribu/Lasombra. you are in the sect now. Wether you wish or not.They hate us the most, because most of our kindred brothers are ruthless criminals and killers, i myself have destroyed our kin and theirs. Our kin aren't just the Sabbat, there are many clans. Our counterparts are known as the Camarilla. They are a older sect that the Sabbat but our clans have been side by side theirs as long as they have been around if not longer. Me and Garr aren't really brothers. He's merely what to say a blood brother. that makes us connected to each other. We will call each other brothers from now, until we both die. Since we have not a female corhort in our grasp, besides you. We had to call you our niece.. in which unless you have a name. Or other you wish us to call you by. .." She finally speaks after listening to that slightly boring speech about the kindreds, "My name's Scarab.. Scarab Katrea. And i don't mind about being yer niece." she slightly grins some, after the, last nights little trip. "even though last night was.. ..interesting, i got to tell you both something.. i figure i'll tell you first seeing how you are here. .. " Shutat tilts his head, and nods.." Speak yer mind, i shall not judge though by yer actions or wishes." She nods a bit, reassured, "well i like females more than you males." she looks at him about to laugh, "i'm sorry i jus wanted to open myself up, before later having you two find me with a girl here.. if they..would even date me now.." she looks down somewhat, as Garr steps in, with a confused look (somewhat his first female encounter that was like this...), wondering what Shutat is sitting there with a goofy look on his face for, he throws a ruddy tunic at him, as he shakes and takes it off. "What the..? oh.. Hey .. Garr.." he laughs somewhat as he looks around, "Oh.. yeah.. uh You know our little precious female here has something to tell us brother. " Garr gets one of those grins on his face, "oh really?" he walks up to the two and sits down, waiting for something to be spoken, listening to her and him, as she raises her head, "Garr.. .. i'm a bisexual."(just because i don't know what they used to call it.) jus watches her, "Sweet." a bigger grin crosses his lips as he turns to Shutat, "oh.. i don't mind, sounds like more the best, eh?" Scarab looks up like he's takin this all like ~hey now we got ourselves a good thing~ and slaps him, "You insensitive asshole! Don't make me punch you like i did Shutat....btw.. i'm sorry about that. But don't think you can geta free job off of me you insolant little nympho harlot!" Garr blinks as he hears these words..(At this point in time those were the major words to curse someone with.. hehe. And those you who don't know what a harlot is, think about prostitute). "What the hell are you talking about..." stopped, "thou art scum, be away with thee before i smit thou into the damned realm where you can only taste of others that still have remained on yer dick from the nights before, so dont give me crap or you'll be sorry you fucking ass-kissing hairy basterd. "........................And again Garr jus looks at her.. thinking ~wait.. i'm not hairy!~ "Damnit.. what the hell's yer problem first you have a fit about becoming a vampire, and then you start telling me that what i say is shit and then you calling me hairy? Wtf?" She slams her fist into his face her eyes glow purple from anger, as he flies into the wall, his nose begins to bleed, but doesn't matter, for he is sloutching into the wall, where his body seeps into the bed and between onto the floor. Shutat watches and laughs slight, "Well now we're family, somewhat, now. lets not keep up with all this kicking each other's asses. Shall we m'dear?" he leans over and licks he rlips some, "besides, we don't want to wear ourselves out so we can't do other things" She grins a bit after he finishes what he said. She turns to him and nods, "Yer right!" She pulls him ontop of her, thus ending.....*AHEM!* another night. )
(Years progress for the three as they move onward throughout life, hating one things, but not themselves they got better towards another. And some things got better, as techniques and style. We hate ourselves, but we also hate mortals, for they have what we lost, but we have something they want. But do they? Some may say that they wish our life. Our lives. Our powers nowdays, Jose for one. He wishes he was a vampire, because he is affraid of death. He isn't just affraid of death persay, because he knows it will happen, anytime anywhere anyhow. He is affraid of it, because death usually means the end. "I watched an episode of The Outer Limits" he says to me, and in it it was about a man who was in a VR suit, and somehow it made the guy look 5-10 minutes in the future. And when his friend's friend who owned a large company on scientific studies heard of this came down, i didn't watch the whole show he says. But one thing in there that the main guy said was that some think that our bodies are just a shell, we lived before, and this is just a mental playback of what we see. So basically the future is the past the past is recorded. I don't want to suffer again, he says. I know if and when i die, i will lose all knowledge of being born until i'm born again, but if we are the same person over and over, i want to do something that'll stick to stop me from making the same mistakes. Something that'll save me from any pain, i do not need. I don't want to end up a idiot. I want a better life. So does everyone, but if this is going on a interstellar loop around the universe i don't want to fuckin be the only one who changes, nor the only one who doesn't. I just want a new life. He rambles on speaking of this yet in another life or so he thinks, he was born in the past. Fighting, and other things like he is now. He is shocked by his ability to weild weapons with ease, except a gun. Challenge me, he'd say. But if you got a gun he'd just laugh and say fuck if i die, then so be it. In mind. Most people think he's stupid, but i for one think he's actually just too quiet. He never speaks, but neither do i. And i've wasted too much story on his punk ass.. BACK TO MINE!
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Where the hell did i leave off?, oh yeah.
durin the early 1600's Garr and Scarab left for the new world. Not even a
hundred years old and she's moving out on me. As long as she's with one of us,
and or is well. I got a letter sent by seas' from her, in the mid 1600's. She
had a ghoul hold the letter dearly, and if he'd return she'd make him one such
as her. Pity, the thing thought she was telling the truth. She instead broke
it's neck, and hung it on a rack til it died from hunger. The letter was covered
by her..."juice" she had put it in two packages, jus in case the ghoul would
want to ruin the scent that was covering the letter. sealed with a kiss in wax.
Her lips i could remember, with even the imprint, and her scent. Made those
nights here in Madrid, all less lonesome. She had written in blood, and a little
bit of parts were messy, i could only think what was going on at the
time.............(don't you think?) It said how the western lands were roaming
with men and women, whom neither spoke our language nor dressed like us. What we
all found to be indians. i wonder how old this letter is................no
wonder why she would kill the ghoul, lazy fuck. Almost 30 years to ge to me? I
mean we share the same blood, i would expect it to sense the blood scent around
the town, i seriously doubt that every other malkavian .....oh yeah, she's
mixed....damnit. Well fuck tha ghoul anyways, she specificly gave my name or
else it wouldn't of known it. I mean crap, fuckin lazy bag of juice. As the days
pass, another letter came in, this time it was on time. And i sent a message
back, worried. She spoke of how there are criminals running around with gun that
don't need to jam and aim. All they do is hit them, i've seen one up close, like
a second trigger. She states.... I feared that one of them was hurt.. and i was
right. Garr had to lay low, because he was shot 3 times by some asshole
bankrobbers. In his attempts to stop him (for their purposes and the bank) i
mean why not try to gain reputation. It's one way to become a prince of a
state.... (or city). We had gained some cities in the new world, but have failed
to keep them. I hope Garr and Scarab are out of that crossfire. We are gaining
troops in the southern america and the above(Canada). If by not the end of a 6th
month i end up drunk. I always end up taking something to end my life.... Other
kin have said, "You might aswell kill yourself. You are already dead." But who
says we are dead/dead persay, i mean if we still talk move around and have
emotions, nerves, pain, and blood. Who says we are "dead" or "undead". I want to
know who called us dead first have and have a long discussion on wether or not
we're are dead. Nevermind, you wouldn't understand my pain, "diary". Each day i
swear the world's growing more idiotic people. Either that or the Camarilla are
breeding. I always end up at least watching some people beat the crap out of
them. Hating to see such a waste of energy, i'd always enter in. Be it by taking
my blade and cutting them up a bitz. Or impaling, or slicing their head off, you
know, the normal brutality shit. It's only on the men that are fighting women do
i fuckin tear their asses appart infront of them, and grin as they watch in
slight horror of the fact that his ass was either really hairy, smelly, ugly,
not what she thought, or worse. But otherwise, i'd grab the girl and swing her
into a wall, proceeding with a daily taste of the world's vitae in the blood of
the innocent. (innocent as in pure(mortal) not virgin) I'm not a damn Ventrue. I
would die if i had to find a certain blood type for my hunger. I mean it's a
waste of time. And you can get very weak if you do not find yer taste. Not worth
it. As all would seem lost nothing else happens to go by during the last days of
the 1600's ... I mean when you think about it, what's the use of numbering the
years go by. How can you be so sure? Gotta leave soon, the inquisition's still
roaming about in Madrid. Luckily, none of use are showing signs of heretic
thoughts or ideas. Only a few of us were brought out these past months in 1723.
Feburary throughout August. Nice timing. I just got into church by the time they
were searching. God some can be idiots. I mean you kneel down and pray they
smile, and pat ye on yer back and tell ya yer a good son of god. I mean Christ,
what is the deal with these guys killin people thinking we are all brainwashed
by..Satan? Santa? Santana? Sanat? Whatever the fuck.. i don't care. If these
guy'll believe i believe in god then hell i should bring my fellows in and
they'll be safe here too. Grinning slight. That is if they can handle the
pressure. I have had several pets this month, December. I don't know, if it's
the year 1749 or what because something strange...my pets seem to be dying every
week. And it's not another vampire......Most vampires would drain them or make
them their own, little...pet. But no this is brutally ripped apart. Now you
can't tell me it couldn't be that bad. When you find it's head nailed to yer
door and it's blood smeared luring to it's mangled corpse hanging from a stone
as it's body is impaled, not to mention twisted, by staves, sharpened as if to
hurt a vampire, or to stun a vampire. These being long so it would be hard to
rip out. I know.. i had to remove them from the stone where they were dug into 5
feet through the 10 by 8 stone that was on a hill outside my house. Luckily i
lived outside of the commune, and people rarely came to my house unless needing
advice. Unless the Sect beckons. I wasted too many sun hours. doing the work. If
they had showed up then to stop me. Then i would be in trouble, til the eve's
coming arises. For a vampire cannot be skilled in using more than 3 disciplines
at one, and those who can are very lucky they pull it off so easily. And beside
that fact. I have yet to feed upon a mortal's vitae in several days. If you make
it too obvious, things happen...bad things.
#$%@Tutorial@%$#
Mages also have to be weary of the magic they produce
from their spheres. If a mortal is aware of this, and too many know or see. Then
Paradox kicks in. And that's not pretty. heheh.You ever think of a spirit coming
out of no where, and sending you to her dimension, and then takes yer life
either way she pleases?... do it and you can come back and tell me how you
enjoyed it. Werewolves are one of the only groups besides Wraiths.. Wraiths are
like humans.. but spirits, no doubt. They are stuck in the dead world or the
umbra (a demension you can read about in the Werewolf: The Apocolypse book....if
you wish. The dead zone is something to read about in the Wraith book..)
Changlings, i have no clue, or have i seen much of them, there are said to be
running around but fuck if you'll notice them. Wolfies can go and beat yer ass
down, and someone'll think it's a madman like in "An American Werewolf in
London." or any of the other sequels.. Ye know?
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One last night of this and i'm sure to go
insane, i decide to make a mortal my "pet" as i let her go wander through the
night, i placed my sight in her eyes, to witness what's gong on. She ends up
walking to the stone, that seems to be the death of every pet i get. and the
same way almost. Yet when you pull it's head off the wall you always notice a
patch of fur gone. She sits down as the darkness of the night shines none. Her
brainwashed yet nervous body, i can hear whimpering and crying, hoping she
doesn't die .. not like this. Would rather die in my arms, than to die a tool
for my paranoia. But of course i send no thought back to her. Feeling no shame
in what i'm doing, i'm jus a dick with no self enjoyment of life. Or so we're
portrayed. He grins to himself. The true of the three are not like everyone
would think, nor would they believe. Seeing how we're blood thristy
vampires/cannibles/murderers/torturers/tormentors/assholes... i don't fucking
care. As i stop thinking i see through her eyes as a group of .....wolves come
up, they look to me like their metus (half-human/half-wolf breeded stuck in that
form cannot Crinos can't walk around cuz they look like shit. Trust me they do)
As i jump out of my seat, and grab my two handed sword. the other side of me
speaks out, to protect her. "Leave her alone!" Is heard coming from
her....mouth? As the three metus look around to spot for anyone. they turn back
to her and with their fanged grin they start towards her. As her eyes fill in
fear and well from the held back tears that she didn't want to share, she starts
to crawl backwards some.. shaking her head, mumbling out "no.. no." From the
shine of the moon my serrated blade could be seen shining a beam downwards onto
the back of one of the half-bred suckers. Seems i only got a rib or three, cuz
it limped forward and turned back to me. Well no wonder why i saw semen mixed in
the blood that drooled from the corpses of my last pets. As she turns to see me,
the others turn with the howling groan of the packmate. In the dark my jade eyes
blur as they move to the left and right, they see them but cannot seeme, the
tree hides my body as i get my hands on my blade again, the chain armor that
i've cleaned and worn under/over my clothes for time and over again. doesn't
shine to them, but the heat of my body can be seen through their eyes. So i
truly doubt they can't see me. It's a good tactic to fool yer opponent when yer
a wolf/wolfman/half-breed. But i knew better than that. I reach into my cloak as
i pull out the whip i had gotten off the female, i owe some.. things to. I laced
it with silverbane and thorns, so that if it touches the flesh it will surely do
damage. As i rush foward i swing the whip up and circle it, to go down and then
a pull from the left. as it wraps around the neck of one of the left actual
standing pack. I pull the beast forward as one comes up from behind me, as i
swing i gaze it's face from behind me, and hits the other whom's choking off the
whip and the sting of silver in it's wound. I turn around as the one i slashed
is sliding his hands on my chest ripping some links of the chain trying to
disembowel me. as the one who is left out, staggering, moves forward and jabs
one of the mysterious long staves that i keep pulling out of the bodies of the
dead pets. into the side of my armor, and into my chest, as it gets lodged
between two lower rips. With a moan of pain, and pleasure from the damage that i
have needed for quite some time, a laugh is slurred from my lips, as they twist
the slave. Gritting my teeth i begin to lower down, from the now painful
experience. The girl runs up and bashes a stone on the back of the metus who's
lodged the stave in me, and while it's stumbling she reaches to pull it out,
while getting grabbed by the other two and pushed back, she successfully ripped
it from my side, as the blood can be seen as it oozes slowly from the wound, the
darkened mass that i have left, as i growl, covering the hole. I am glad i have
at least one left faithful servant.... The metus whom had my whip around neck is
still struggling to get it off even though commiting other acts while it burns
him. Makes me wonder if i put enough on there. As i tug on the whip it growls as
it pulls away, tearing more into the flesh i grin as the blood on his neck is
covering his neck hair like a clown's sash. As i stand the other is already on
the girl starting to tear ehr clothes off in a manor to rape/kill her, like the
others (pets). I look straight at him as i dig my blade into his back, the whip
no longer in my hand as i rip my blade out.. to force it off of her. She lays
there breathing heavily, as her body scratched up from the claws of the
half-breed. I look to the one that's turning around to me. As i shakes my head,
"this is for all that i've lost due to you fiends!", swinging my blade it digs
into his chest as i push it deeper, it grabbing onto the blade as if instinct
tell it to, i get on my knees and pulling the sword handle over shoulder i push
upwards, that'll drag the wolf up into the air, as i jerk it down, tearing into
the flesh and bone. It's eyes shot wide, open, as it's fangs jus drool with
saliva, the hint of it's functions losing. I swing throwing it over me and onto
the collapsed one. As i turn to the one who now has the whip, i notice it's
free. It laughs some at me and whips, the girl whom is going to be left
anonymous leaps infront of me, as the whip leaves a long scar up her chest from
her naval to her ear, as she screams from the pain, she falls to her knees,...my
doing has done such to her.....i watch her cry as i look down the wolf starting
to whip again, i jump back and throw my blade towards it. As the blade dives
towards it, it starts to duck, but gets hit, anyways, as it slides through it's
heart. It falls backwards as it holds the whip tight, the 6ome at me and whips,
the girl whom is going to be left anonymous leaps infront of me, as the whip
leaves a long scar up her chest from her naval to her ear, as she screams from
the pain, she falls to her knees,...my doing has done such to her.....i watch
her cry as i look down the wolf starting to whip again, i jump back and throw my
blade towards it. As the blade dives towards it, it starts to duck, but gets
hit, anyways, as it slides through it's heart. It falls backwards as it holds
the whip tight, the 6ome at me and whips, the girl whom is going to be left
anonymous leaps infront of me, as the whip leaves a long scar up her chest from
her naval to her ear, as she screams from the pain, she falls to her knees,...my
doing has done such to her.....ards the blade had slide through her stomach, as
she clings forward to me, holding on to my shoulders as the blade digs deeper in
her, she's not caring. She doesn't want to die without the touch of another in
her arms, as i lower my head, the body of the other metus it seems it's mouth
was open, during the thrust, for it slide through and out the back of it's head,
as the blood of the two drips together, and falls to the ground behind
them...infront of me.. whispering to her, "I'll bring you back.... you won't
have to die.....not like this." But as all creations that look like monsters
now, they fear they are ugly, and so they'll persue to try to destroy
themselves, or have someone else do the bidding for them. I was amazed how she
didn't. That night i had pulled the sword from her chest, the blood smeared on
her body, i watched her slowly die before me. I shake my head thinking i can
stop this. Hoping i can. As i try to get the blood quickly to leave her i turn
her head away, and dive my fangs into her juglar... as i drink her i try
quickly, knowing she has not much left time. As he pulls his lips from her neck
he gazes into her drowsing eyes, slowly losing what ever she could once see,
dying....dying...he shakes his head as reaches up adn has his index nail graze
along his neck, as he presses it hard to cut, into the point on his finger tears
the flesh with slght ease. as he lowers.. kneeling with her as he pulls her
close for her to drink, he whispers to her to drink, as no responce.. he forces
her mouth on his wound as he can feel her slightly drinking it. But for what he
had given her to drink, she did not take enough. For she may of lived those last
weeks with him. The next would be hell, for keeping her alive. She wouldn't
drink that much. Because of the pain she intook during the night before the
embrace the zombie-like status she's in, might not heal. ..On the night of
October 29th, in the year of 1777 her final days were ahand. She had lived
through an extra thirty-five years, i was shocked by her will. "I..won't let you
fall apart... i won't let you.. .....i won't let you slip away from me. .." he
would speak to her, as she blinks slowly.. letting out a huff, when she needs
something, he reads her thoughts..."it.....isn't too late for you.. ".. He
shakes his head, with a sadden expression, he lowers down and takes her hands..
"i'll find the perfect place to go and we can run and hide.. i'll build a wall
and we can keep them on the other side......" She shakes her head slight...
mumbles with her silent breath, "i'm falling..." Shutat lowers his head a his
eyes start to produce what would be tears, as he shakes his head.. (not many of
the sect have tears to shed, another showing of their other side). ... "I will
let you drink me, til you live again, beside me.. or until i die trying to have
you live!.." She with a worried look, doesn't think that he could help her any
more than he has, for she has someone now to die in the arms of. Even if he
doesn't die, her love for him would be in their embrace, and together... she can
die peacefully, "Shutat, .. my dear.... let me die tonight.. and save my
blood... drain me..for when you need it, you can remember me, and by the bottles
that hold me.. you shall have me near you always.. in you, around you. I shall
never stop loving you...even through death.. if...and when you die.. i hope that
we'll be together...." He closes his eyes as a tear falls from his cheek down
trailing to his chin, as it falls on her lips... she lays there motionless. As
all i can do is watch her, watch her die...slowly. For hours that night i sat
beside her, with eyes closed, she thought, things of what she wished she could
do, if it was not for this night's incident where i turned my back for one
second, she did not blame me though.. for i did this to her.... i am the one to
blame. I leave her side to do her last wish. As i grab some bottles not aware of
how every many i might need, the body has a certain amount, and sometimes less,
sometimes produces at the same time the old is being released. For a strange,
odd thing she fills seven of them, with alittle left to spare for my thirst at
the moment, as she lays there bloodless and dying. Torpor can't save her.. she
hasn't trained, or done anything yet to give herself anything to keep her
survival alive... nothing.. she's jus doomed. Her body didn't decay though. I
watched her for nights and nights, upon the bed.
I watched her for nights and nights, upon the bed. I layed her down, i made pictures of her. Paintings, sketches, models, i was possessed by this girl. She was the first love i had ever since...the death of my first love. No other had came to me, in such a way that i was I dressed them up with the money i saved, sold my painted for the smallest amount of money. I did not send Scarab or Garr a letter in this period. The period was almost 1797, i had little less care of time, for it flew, in these last 20 years. I missed her so much. I drew death as her last act, i showed how i drained her, slowly, in acts. Penetrating her skin. as i would move the bottle to her wound, in several pictures explaining my depression, my sorrow, and before then. A picture of me and Scarab with Garr sprung out of nowhere. I do not know when i painted it, but i remembered their faces so well. A man from the new world remembered them. As he looked at me, and then them, finding i was their friend, he was spooked.. as she stepped back and ran out. The Gallery was stopped as he was screaming about creature of the night killed his family. and that i was one of them. I looked down, as i shake my head. The guards threw him out and put him in Cell 8290123, that came in later the year, his death was heard. He was not remembered. I had done like the russians had later thought of doing to a body of one of their daughters. a noble one's daughter i would believe a name i cannot remember. I encased my dead beloved's corpse in one, for the Gallery. I watched her melt slowly that night, "staring at the sea...will she come? is there hope for me....after all is said and done....anything at any price....all of this...for you.. all the spoils of a wasted life.....all of this for you....all the world has closed her eyes, tired faith all worn and thin....for all we could have done..and all that could have been.... ocean pulls me close..and whispers in my ear...the destiny i've all becoming clear...the currents have their say...the time is drawing near...washes me away...makes me dissapear......i descend from grace..in arms of undertow..i wil take my place....in the great below...i can still feel you....even so far away.... i can still feel you....even so far away......i can still feel you...even so far away... i can still feel you...even so far away... ...even so far away....even so...far...away...even...so far away.. ..." ~ "The Great Below" off The Fragile, by Nine Inch Nails.... it reminds me of that night.. as i started to cry, with the drops of water, like her tears the night i slide my blade through her. like the night she died. As they appluaded me for my work.. i still felt uneased. Pained and lost. I couldn't bare it, i had to forget her, i had to stop loving her, so much. It'd tear me apart. It's making me weak. That night another member of the sect found me. He wanted to talk to me, i nodded to him and gave my good eves. He nodded back and introduced himself, he's a new member. The only reason to remember him was because he fucked with us. As the sect called forth it's annual uncontinuous dayed and timed event that could happen anywhere anytime.. Scarab and Garr came. We had fun with this guy. He was the vampire, in the maze. We chased him, he fucked us, so when he was dumped into the sewer, the council gave us our rites to kill him, and make sure he doesn't get away. or is left alive when we're done. He did something really bad if the council wanted him dead.. But what makes me wonder is why they didn't do it themselves. But never question them. At least i learned from the poor souls that had. Basically now, i've found out why we are called undead... or so i think. We are what we are cuz our soul is trapped between limbo, and death. Our old bodies are controlled by it's old host. (the soul) We are what you would called here but not here. What you see is our old body walking around. As inside is nothing but a vass blank soul trapped wanting to be relieved, or wishing revenge. Like "The Crow"... the movie. He was trapped in the old body he once held, His thrist was to kill the ones who murdered him, and get revenge to free his curse. Our curse is a bit different though. I believe that the science of our nature is the between the limbo, our bodies have the essence of life, yet it loses blood. And we strive for blood which makes us hunger for it. Our abilities are still a unknown secret to me. I do not know how our kanines grow, nor how we have the ability to change our forms, is it our dreams that we are in both worlds, the land of make-believe and real. and part that's make-believe, is it really what's there...the afterlife?... I may sound stupid but god, i'm very curious to how this thing works. I mean if there is a way to be human again, and still have this, who would have such power, and if someone does, could it be used against us? I mean to live and not die, to be free of needing blood, but as strong... and never grows weary to the sun afterwhile. yet can sense us around him, and strike us while we're asleep... what type of blastphomy would that cause.. ? Our kin would go nuts for if someone knew of a secret like that. We would try to contain it, or destroy it.
It's now about time for me to find my lost brother and niece. I have been given orders to find reliable kin, of the sect, to gather information on certain cities. Others like me are going on a one way flight. If we fail, we are to make sure another takes our place in this little search. The Camarilla own too much of the US already. And they are growing more in the old world. We need new land, and new kin. I feel sorry for Sergio Brimic, a Tzimicse(i think that's how it's spelt) who was sent to find people in Africa.. i heard of a group of vampires running wild down there. I hope he finds some of our kin that's mistakenly got lost, without losing his own. Last i heard of Scarab was she was in the New York,lookin for Garr whom has mysteriously vanished. I hope i find him at his old, or new address, better than she can. For i know if i don't i will have to think the worse of him. New York has neither been attempted to be overrun by our kin also.. may it be a good start for me?...
1998, November, "2?" (I'm not good with dates)
I seem to of found them in
a way, i had sent a letter, which i hear at home, was given to me through a
ghoul. My my...they're getting better on timing. I see Garr's still alive. I bet
he doesn't know yet that i'm looking for him though. I walk along the streets as
i look around, watching what would seem merely squabbles back in Madrid. These
people......the.. hell..? His eyes blink as he stops, seeing a woman with a over
Dbl D bra size walkin down past him, he jus tilts his head not looking directly
at her, doesn't want to cause a scene.. thinking..."What has this world come
too?..i mean shit those are too much.. for one man...." laughs some to himself
as he looks around again. ...noticing his style of clothing has....aged.. in the
way that everyone looks at him like he's a long hair'd hippy lookin Elton John
wearin dark clothes and ruffles.. he realizes his mistakes as he first walks
down this black neighborhood.. never seen so many of one color..but also the
fact that now everywhere else there are paler skin people and darker in this
world ever since times before.. he's been in Madrid too long. He thought at
first they were all Indians/old world decendants. In which of course if you add
Africa they are. But when they saw him, they thought of one thing. Beat the crap
outta him/kill him and take his money. Cuz he looked like a foreigner no doubt.
As he followed them to a ally, he saw as they pulled out guns and aimed at him.
He tilts his head and wonders curiously.. "What do ye acquire from me that would
sooth yer hands and place down such a petty thing?" He says as the first one,
whom seems to be the leader steps forth, "Yo motha fucka gime' yo shit, yo.
Before me and mai boyz pop a cap in ya'll ass biotch." Shutat wondering what the
fuck jus came out this guys mouth.............. "O..k...what ever ye say. " As
he looks around noticing he's blocked in, the alley. he runs back and jumps on
the wall as the second and third man fire their guns first, sideways, like in
the movies...like idiots... As he leaps off the wall he pulls out his blade, the
sun-light glistens off the blade when he floats down over them As the leader of
them drops his cigarette from his lips he lowers his gun, mouth open from his
short glide, Shutat holds the blade downwards as he lets it slide into the man's
mouth, digging through his body and pulls out his spine, as he leans on the guy,
taking his gun. The guy now stands on feet and the end of the blade that is
leveled on the ground. the blood starts to slide down from the blade as the
other men gaze in shock from the quickness. Shutat aims his guns at the guys, as
he rolls to the side and fires 6 bullets hitting two other where leaving one
stand......his eyes widen as he watches everyone fall.. as he stands and pulls
the blade out of the buddies' mouth, a Shaaaaaaaaank is heard from the bone and
blood as it gushes down the man's throat, slowly. He finally falls on his back
as Shutat starts to lick the blade, tasting the man's vitae in the spoiled
blood. He grins as the man watches and turns around running off.. But before the
guy can cross the corner to get away a richocet bullet hits him from behind his
head. as it pushes through his skull it ejects out his nostrils, the flesh rips
off forwards as he stumbles and falls. (Mun jus had another Deja vu attack It'
4:59 on Friday the 18th! God, I hate De-Javu scares the crap out of me. Hehe )
After getting through the shadows and out of the alley he seem to of gotten into
one more incident on his way, but was to graphical. Let say, the boy had a good
time before knocking on Scarab's door.
The next late afternoon comes as Garr quickly gets dressed, and moves to the couch, from Scarab's bedroom. He lays down and sighs some.. thinking why can't he find someone.. else.. Shutat is standing at the doorway, moving from the shades corner of the room, "You two still going at it eh?" Garr shocked and looks at him, "Um.. uh.. er... .. er.. yeah.. why?" They both laugh and shake their heads, "Man.. shit don't get to carried away with her, remember the cops still think she's our niece." Garr nods somewhat, "Yeah yeah...i know" The two start to talk as what seems almost time flying, Scarab wakes up worn out, as she moves out the bedroom and widened eyes, "SHUTAT! you devil you".. she runs to him and hugs him tightly as she grins, "I missed you soo much!" Shutat jus shakes his head, "Yeah yeah. course you did..." Wonders if when your alive and then get changed, before ever doing anything with people.. do you stay a virgin after?.. he laughs to himself and holds his forehead some.. as the two look at him like what the hell is he laughing at. He stops and looks normally tired as he leans down and sighs.. "Boring time in Madrid. only fun was watching the bulls kill. And some of our little games. Like the "Rat Race".. or maybe that time when Cleni VeMagi the 9th gen brujah wanna-be-antitribu fucked with some of us at the party and we held that "Bat Race"?.. the three grinned remembered the old days.. "Oh yeah, but Cleni jumped out too soon, asshole tried to bite me.. hehe." Garr turns to Scarab, "Well no shit, when you taste so good, who wouldn't?" they laugh again at Scarab who smirks and puts her hands on her hips, "don't make me kick ya'll out of here, boys." The night drew over swiftly as they got back those lost memories and what-not. The end of the beginning of dawn was left with the smell of burning candles and shadowy figures with a female between them.. A 4th person walks in, as they begin to slow down.. and then invite what seems to be a female into the group... as then out of no where a scream was heard muffled, as blerps of it was noticable in the hallway, but no one answered, as another night, another feed. They dried her, out. In more ways than one, as in the morning it is noticed that the three sleep on opposite sides of the one called Scarab, with her ontop of the deceased female, snuggling and holding onto it like it was some friend/family. As the palish skin shows of the fate it had beared, where it's wounds have servered it from coming back. The three sleep again, til what would be their awakening hour.
As Shutat and Garr leave the room they watch as Scarab unconciously messes with the body.. and turn themselves around as they exit.. Shutat mumbling something about, always Scarab, eh?.. Garr grins slight, "oh.. yeah".. As they exit the hotel, they look around and start to walk, talking some gibberish. "damn man.. did you see what she did two nights ago?..she fuckin cut off some guy that attacked me' testicles.. man.. i bet she'd not think twice if we did something that offend her.. hehe" Shutat looks at Garr somewhat..and sighs, "Brother.. there is something i need to tell ye. and it may not be good, for you to percept. " "Eh?. What is it?" .."You are too humane!.. You are a damned LaSombra for crying out loud..You gotta be rough and a fucking cannible! I mean if you were in Madrid you'd be cut down where you stood, even if it was by a clanmate no one would take you with the little feeling shit. ....i'm sorry brother, but you should take heart on what i say, for yer funeral may partake soon, if you don't get that bloodline of yers in yer veins correctly... and stop acting like a damn camarilla!" Garr looks down, and sighs.."Brother.. you don't understand.." Shutat turns his head away, in slight disgust.." I know what i see and i understand clearly!" Garr growls some and pulls out his halbred blade, as he tackles Shutat, "Fucking asshole, you wanna see me tear yer ass to shreds? this fucking little act i put on is just a mere image to show the bloody idiots against me that they think i'm puny and weak against their fucking asses. I could slice you down in dark room, without even a noise of guidance!" As Shutat tries to push him off of him, he looks at hi while the blade lowers on his neck, "God damnit Gar fuckin cut it out.. man shit.. i was only testing you!" As Garr raises up some, "A fucking test? you know that any mother fucker around here that figures out that i'm not what they think, they will be jacked up on tons of shit to try and pull my ass down.. you fuckin blew my cover bro.." Shutat stands to his knees as he raises up more, "Bro, i was sent back one thing to straighten yer ass out, the only reason we havn't made New York a Sabbat run city is cuz no one here is strong enough, they sent me form Madrid to check for anyone here. I already know Scarab isn't fit for politics!" Garr laughs some as he tilts his head back and hits himself on the head, "god damnit.. well. if you told me we were ready for the big cities then why didn't you say something?.. how long we been planning this?" "little less than 6 months, you know we need alot of feedback, or else this could bomb","Yeah bro..i know" At least I know my "brother" must have been training Scarab, at least this whole thing wasn't a waste of my time. For if I came here for nothing, the council in Madrid would be� furious. As they walk towards a bar they notice two junkie looking fucks walk out the doors as they stagger talking shit to each other, as they pass them by, the two men start fighting. As they turn to watch the fight, they lean against the walls, beside each other, betting on which one'll win.
~fight!~
The black 5'8 skinny guy was bet on by Garr, as the hispanic with
a
mohawk is bet on by Shutat. Don't ask..
The skinny black guy was called "puppy" for some unknown reason.. or no one wanted to know. The Hispanic with the punk-like reflection was called "weasel" another unknown or not wanted to figure out name. As they fight the black guy seems to be faster, but lightweight. The hispanic on the other hand is slower and heavy hitter. Luckily the skinny black guy can take hits, cuz he seems to be better off stuntman rather than fighter. The hispanic guy pulled out a gun during the middle of combat, which Shutat took, somehow.. no one know why or when or how, but he got it as he held it in his hand aiming at me. I blink a few times and wonder what he's going to do, but staying calm, i use the shadows to render the gun useless. He grinned at me, and we turned back watching the two fight. Puppy jumps to the left as he jabs Weasel in the sides, a reminder of Rocky, when he was fighting his soon to be friend, "the black guy i never really knew his name" who also died later in the series. God this hispanic has alot of drool. Garr grin as he watch him get plastered upon the ground, but no means of mine being skillful and less taken by the beatings of this man. I was shocked no cop came in to bust them both We walk over to the two and offer then some weed, oh but of course they'll say sure. They followed us out of pig view, as he started to light up my bong, that I always buy, compact style. Garr always thinks of me as a "Lucky basterd". We start taking a few hits as we both look at the two nearly passed out fighters.. and decide it's time to feast. As I moved towards them our instincts almost at the same time hit, as we were rollin up high that night. First, sex. Second, weed. Third, feast. What next?.. Oh by this time we knew we needed to get drunk and get into a fight.. but we tend to make ourselves smart and witty. As Garr's favorite, tequila, He don't know how good whisky can be�hehe guess it's in his blood. Fool thinks whiskey tastes like baby wipes so does that mean Tequila tastes like semen? I always shrug thinking about it. (can you tell the coke got to me?) I wish I had some pepsi with this, I said, as the bartender mumbled something about weirdo's drinking whiskey and pepsi, tequila with coke.. i don't know.. i could of went for the pepsi. OH yeah, and never eat those "Bagel Chips" garlic flavor and drink soda.. it burns. Hmm. As i watch Garr down his seventh glass i can't remember how many i did.. but i feel sorta dizzy. He looked at me, as he passes the bartender our change, I think he stables me, or did i him? We laugh some, uncontrollably.. We leave. While walking down the sidewalk we notice some girls beating up on one guy, and then pass them up as they slice off his fingers, something about the guy hurting their friend. I suppose it was the female who was all bruised up and had a broken arm. I wonder why she had blood stains on the nipple areas of her shirt.. hmm.
As the two make it back to Garr's pad, they sit down and recall what's going
on. The two think as they try to plan for the overcoming.