Started a few months before she ever met up with Garr and Shutat, she seemed willing enough to steal candles and other utensils from the Church Orphanige(however spelt) She got caught on several of attempts to sell them, but then claimed that she was looking for the sister whom found her. And giving the merchant a evil look, for if he told she'd give him something else for! She was amidst the age of 16. She didn't have any parents that she knew, or any relation except for this man who came along one day and tried to tell her she was his step-daughter. The sisters and nuns(aka the same thing most times) tried to keep her in at all times, aswell as the other children who wandered about. Strangers have moved in and out of the town and strange feelings follow with. The also newest arrival of two men who stayed alone in their housing, gives most the townspeople worry. The nuns would take me next to them and tell me of the evil that lurks about the town. I would only find out later the trueness to this fact. I was only a arrogant little girl. Back when. But as of late no killings or raids have occurred. If ever, I mean only a usual death of natural causes or the so forth...they claimed it to be a blood drinking cult, using human sacrifices. I'd tell them, "don't worry this town hasn't had any recent alerts. I mean no one's dying, cept one showing up different times of a year. No more to call series of murderous acts. And besides, no blood marks were on the victims"... not even the one she found. But hey I got a few good copper. And some nice jewelies. Besides, who'd like to come and eat me, i'd kick their asses if they tried! It's heart's day... What is the meaning of this.. I mean sheesh.. I have to pick out small gifts to give our owners whom treated us like dogs.. And we get back desserts? How does that work out? Anyways, we'll all burn... Burn together... "Ugh.....it's that time.. " she murmurs in the hallways of the church, as she runs through the halls looking for the teaching room, half awake, she brought herself, half dressed and bookless as the same. She gazes around the room, as the sister teaching gasps. The other children/teenagers whom were orphanized too, cover their mouths as they laugh. She gets angry, but also not noticing that she hadn't put on her tunic, wearing her clothe strap, covering her breasts, she looks down and see's such.. As also the feeling of her leg being a bit wet, she grits her teeth.. rushing out of the room, and back down the hall, her hair not tied back flowing roughly through the wind of the cold day. Every day since then, i've been huanted by that day. By their laughter, I feel their eyes staring at me, I hope no one knew it was my time... that aweful period of the month can make you just want to kill yerself, or beat the crap outta any mother fucker laughing at you. And so was proven....
Girl: Ay! Over here ye retarded turd handler's son!
Boy: Good morn Scarab, what can I do ye for?
Girl: This! *she thrusts her fist into the boy's nose as he falls onto his ass from the hit*
Boy: Oww! Why did ye gone and do that for??*struggling up to his knees in confusion*
She stares at the boy and rushes forward into him, giving him three gut shots and a kick to the groin. As the boy staggers in pain, he picks up some dirt and throw it up at her, "Look I know I shouldn't have done that earlier today.. Come on! Forgive me I didn't notice anything!" She rubs her eyes, slightly in teared eyes, "shut up, shut up ! and stop talking about it you asshole.. !" she kicks him in the face knocking from the side of his jaw on the left up and out of place, broken by the sever. He screams for one of the sisters as he crawls backwards while she continues to kick at him, getting pulled down and off by other mates and the rest going to the side of the fallen boy. She looks down at him as she feels the offset of the time, making her hurt some.. "ahh!.. let go of me!" she struggles to get them off of her, as she pushes away running to the door to rooms, to get to hers before anyone notices she's in pain, and sends her to the doctor. One of the nuns had gotten to the boy right after she had split. Finding out of the fight. Another sister had left to find the now rude Scarab. As she is packing up her things, she hears the knock of her door, and twitch of the doorhandle.. her eyes dart over. As she hides her bag under the sheets.. And walks towards the door. "Scarab, ..Scarab open the door, now. Sister Clara wishes to meet with ye this instant!" She takes one of the candles she had stolen in the past, and opens the door, hiding behind it. gripping the bottom of the long candlestick's stave. As the woman enters noticing the derranged crosses with god on them, the blood from herself(ye know what I mean) had been dried on the bottom of his feet and the candle, as the burning of candles mixed waxes and a long row of one candle mixed with 20 others tuined. She gasps as she holds her mouth, walking in more, speaking a bit nervously.., "Scarab?.." After the words were spoken, the door slams shut as she lunges towards the sister. Bashing her over the head, to render her unconcious. As she grabs her bags and other, she grins pourring wax on her lips, the color of red from the mixtures of the candles, while still wet, she pulls the sister around and kisses the lips of the unknowing and asleep woman. leaving the imprint of her lips on her, and the burning feeling. As she grabs the candle staves, and what she can, to sell elsewhere.. She rushes out, running into the boy again. She scowls at him as he leaps back shaking his head, "please .. Don't!" She pushes him out of her way as she runs continued to the fence of the church, dislodging some bricks she had chiseled away on several nights past she starts to climb up, with very unbalanced motion.. Cutting her knees against the wall, as she gets up and off to the opposing side.. She hangs herself down.. looking up, instead of down, as she falls. Landing on feet and then falling over, she gets onto her stomach, and up to her feet. Ending this old memory, and to start anew
2 more months, til the end of life, as she would know it. The end of the times that she used to have and the start of what has to happen.. Or does it. It's too late, no turning back. No turning back from what's going to happen. It's now not in yer hands anymore. She drove these last months carelessly. Taking loans, selling what she had, and sometimes herself. But kept herself sacred, in other places. (We wonder if she was biten before having sex (ye know regular not oral and so forth) does it count if after wards having sex.. I mean will you be forever a virgin. if that happens.. Or what? No one ever gave a hint on that subject.. not in the books or elsewhere that I have read.) You know the occasional bj, and jerks the fuckers knew nothing less than making her humiliated in their own pleasure. Either having others watch or making her be treated like a slave. Also was a preffered slave to the merchant whom she sold things to. His son had tooken a eye on her. And wanted several times for her to, do him. But cuz of her promise to find a real person and her half liking in men, she preffered a female, but since them, she never really knew what to think. She heard rumors of two men moving into the town limits, she had ventured numerous occasions to see whom they speak of, but when you go out during the night. Prying into others' business isn't the best policy to go by, because if the guardsmen had caught you. Ye were better off licking the shoes of horses. She saw the two, during nights, having people over, but never really saw them leave most morning. Also the fact how they were never up most during daylight hours tricked her. Thoughts of night jobs, or riches, could be in their ways. I mean, why else would one been up most nights, by candle light, talking or writing things down. Wondered once if they were writers. A messanger always on the 11th day of each month, and a exit here and there on the 20th days of the months. She wore always the same skirt, and tunic, worn and torn up, every so often she'd have a new patch or maybe sewn up, a hood, that she tied up from keeping her hair hidden but still seen. She has stolen from the merchants, but rarely got caught. Usually she'd pretend and act like she's looking at the neighbor's wears, to then turn back and tell the one she took from that she'd be a second.. making up her mind.. But whenever caught attempting to steal, and doing this she'd switch her objects to make it look less coincidental that she took something. Most the time, fruits, and common goods. As she'd set herself up in a hidden spot, outside the house of the two, getting slightly interested in their doings. She watched the whole second month. Before accidentally messing up. "No!.. I won't let you do that.. you can't use me anymore you pig headed trout!" She turned around taking a new-like tunic from the rack and some tools from the man's table as she runs off. To escape the clutches. As he called forth other merchants, peasants, and guards. The theive's holliday for the picking, as she ran most off, because they all knew she had done such in the past. Now's the time to reclaim their goods. She skid past two guards who took bare to their arms as she passed. She noticed the house of the two, as she rushed towards the door. Placing the tools on her belt as she pulled the tunic on. To have more handle to break in or open the door. While she leaps up the steps the door opened on her as her eyes widen. She pushed Shutat back as she lands ontop of Garr, in a straddling type style, blinking. As she pins him down, her tools drops from her belt as she moves off of him, the tall long hair duo, she's shocked that she had ran into them, and not like seeing them at night. She reaches down to gather the tools from the ground, taking the shirt off of her, and stuffing them inside the tunic as she gets to her knees. The two men gather forth as they look across to the girl and then to the mob of people outside rushing up to the house, the guards stop as they notice the three. A bit weary from the pressence of them. With their palish skin, and height over the guards. Being fully armed the two stand blocking those to enter. As one notices a slight smear of blood on the leg of Garr's pants.. (okay so it was her time again.. I mean crap, females know what I mean, you guys might think like Mr Mackie (whatever his name is) from what he said in South Park: the movie, " I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die." I mean shit, listen, it's not that easy for them, so give em a hand eh? for tolerating yer shit. ) Back then you couldn't get underwear or ....well you know those things I keep forgetting the names for.. the tampins.. or whatever.. I mean shit, all I know is their there and that's it as long as I don't have to use them I'm going to be fine.
The town crier is heard in the background spouting off, "The girl she took she stole 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. When I hear him say that, I don't know what to think. I mean, his niece? As she watches Garr, she notices a slight flash of his eyes, while he starts to use his domination discipline on the merchant. As he speaks, to change his mind, making it like I've already paid them for their good, and he agreed. Wether after fact, they decide that he's right, he grinned some, slamming the door shut, "Stupid assholes.." I watch them as they men turned around agreeing with him, then walking away. I looks up and blinks wondering what the hell is going on,.....and why he called me 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 me, it felt like forever...slow pain and draining, the feeling of lost and never see again what I had held. I didn't want to die.. I didn't know what was going to happen.... .
A dream came in through the pain and fear that I had. I knew nothing more horrifying, as I dreamt. The death the pain I saw the total complete suffering horror of life being torn away from my bones. The images I saw, I could not replay. Those things were better off forgotten. Even though every now and then I see hints of them. In my dreams, in my sleep. In my alter world. Nothing else can be better than the last times I had that night. What was going on ..why was I going through this.. I feel the tearing at my body, (which later shows that she was doing it to herself. In the bringing back.) My claiming of my body was lost, as the sheds of humanity holding me to the left. The right, filled with twisted and sudden changes. I knew not which to choose. Something told me to the right.. The right and I shall awaken from this. This wasn't a normal dream. Nothing more than illusions of the subconciose. Something to hurt me over and over. This wasn't just a feeling it was forever. It was reoccuring, and never ending. This was nothing to joke about. What I tell you is the lesser parts of it. There is a more horrifying thing out there, and it's not us. But I feel loved when thinking that you fear us. This dream showed a bit of what was there. I would hate to be of the elder vampires. I am lucky Shutat and Garr are only slight. Or I wouldn't be having them with me right now.
When I awoke, with a gasp, of the blood of the two in her mouth, I felt a force making me suck on their wrists by force of instinct, she pulls their wrists to 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(Can you think of a dream that winds you up in ackward positions, or ways that you wake up you remember things but you don't know how you got this way. I had a dream I wounded(you know.. The offset to wind(as in to turn) yeah you know!)falling in. I awoke hanging upsidedown, from my bed.). 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(blah blah blah.. yakkedy) 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,(ho ho ho.. merry christo mas!) 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. "Ye stupid fucks, what have ye done with 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, she tries to move back, but feels unordinary strength almost like crushing her arms, as she is forced to let them do whatever to her, she whimper somewhat. Hoping that they don't find out about other things.. unless.. .. While she was asleep.. They had.... Where his hands are 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. Seems yer little whispering voice didn't make her run off the edge and suicidal. " 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. I would of wondered if what he thought..about things. He helped me get passed more days also when learning from them. He shakes his head and pulls her back down on him, as they slept 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 should hear Shutat and Garr rant of it, it's quite boring. She looks at Shutat, "Just tell me what ye want me to...." stopped, he replies. "Thou.. Be yerself or 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)." God this guy talks to much.. Why can't I just get the pamplet? "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." Hmm that sounds nice, having the ability to control someone to listen and give them demands they must do....... Or them in me listening in, telling me.. to do what they please.. .. now there's yer challenge.. Or maybe... She smiles at Shutat and leans on her left elbow, her head on her palm, listening to this walking encyplcodedia. "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 niece 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 smite 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, 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. This time not having to worry about a annoying pressence of Garr, whom seemed to be a real idiot in this time period. I think he was right about the wine.. it's not healthy. Seeing how, nothing ever happened between the three, it seemed funny how Shutat had did "*AHEM*" in his story, that didn't happen til I confronted him at the tavern and gave him a long kiss. When it was then Garr was dowing his shots and looking all silent as his usual lonesome self, but hey, he didn't complain, he got lucky that night If you count being drunk and going on a rampage tearing people to shreds and leaving the wounded for hounds while chaining women to walls half naked with red hot pokers, with grin on face thinking of how to torture them.. lucky. Then yeah..
Her first hunt of the mortal's blood came soon after this reoccuring nights of training. The merchants son was her prime lookout. She wanted to have him or his father suffer. And how else than to do something to the son...? We awaited outside the tavern as she spoke to us to hide in the shadows of the back, while I get him to come. (I SAID C O M E!!! err.. not commie) As the man looks at her, his grin just spreads wide. just looks down at her with a smirk. "I see you are only good for this, and so you shall stay the same, for the rest of yer life. I'm glad I'm moving out of this hell hole with my father, to leave You here to die on yer own without making us feel sorry for you! " as he says he undoes his pants, pulling himself out of his clothe, he hits her with his 4 inches of flesh. She keeps a laugh hidden, thinking just like his father I see. She proceeds to go down on him, while Garr and Shutat watch, with a grin with a half feeling of arouse in their emotions. They begin to walk quietly to the two as Shutat on his left takes the mans' shoulder. While Garr takes the right shoulder, holding the man back to them both, like twins. They keep him stopped, as he wonder's in slight of what's going on, from pleasure to shock, he turns his head seeing the two one by one, their fangs as their lips part with wider grins, the feeling of pain shoots through him, as he looks down, to find it. Scarab starts to move up with blood on her lips she grins some as she pulls the man's cock out of her mouth and tries to force it into the merchant's sons' to gag him. He doesn't take it for she had to break his teeth, several of them with her fist, before his lips give in to the taking of his cock, in mouth. As she shoves it down, with his teeth following them, he cannot spit it out for his mouth full, and no closing of his jaw. Scarab takes the opposing end suckling the reminants of what would be semen, and blood as the two mix, dripping from the open wound that begins to drip onto the cobblestone ground of the alley. He muffles a scream as he can't speak he shakes his head as she lowers down, slides her hand along the wound and dives her middle finger inside the stub of where his cock once been. Garr and Shutat look at each other while giving a nod and laugh. "Where do you wish.. you chose, but a better choice is the juglar(however spelt!).. the blood flows most when the area is wounded." Shutat says with a grin, tilting the mans' head back and trails his tongue along the guy's neck and shoulder. His fangs extend to fullest as he bites anywhere. Garr takes the man's wrist as he lunges his fanged, piercing into the flesh, as a small crack is heard. He broke the man's wrist, as he twists it during his feeding. She watches the two, as she grins a bit. Pulling her finger from the wound of the man's groin she lowers onto the man's chest, raising his tunic, and biting into his chest, over his left nipple, as he jaws rip gnawing begin to rip at the flesh. Tearing it, as she pulls on it, to rip it off. The man's body in shock, going postal as the more wounds get punctured. As it jerks, it finally gives away, as they start to suck his very life away. Draining him completely this night as the proceed to drink. Garr pulling out a bottle, he begins to drain what he can into a bottle. He looks at the two with a grin, as he mumbles. Wait till they find this jerk. As the blood from his wrist starts to pulse into the bottle. He moves away as they finish him off, throwing his body like a tool into a heap of trash. Some cats make noises as the body hits their home. Screatching and hissing as the three begin to walk away. Garr lowers the bottle, dripping every now and then a line of blood. To tell where the corpse is. To find it's body mutilated and twisted as it's corpse was just used. And to find the man's cock in his mouth, is also something to note to the public. Hehe, ever since then I have been dismembering my prey, in some ways. I have been used to this so much, I have never gotten anything less than that, in pleasure.
Throughout the next year I had gained more and more pleasure in killing the prey before others could hear it running down the cobblestone paths. Luckily, I always had help from Garr or Shutat to make sure none of them speak. They told me I shouldn't be so careless in some of the hunts that we do. Because if anyone notices us, feeding off of them, then they would know something's wrong. And then we will be sought out and justified for the deaths. One thing I love is to taste the salty sweat from the flesh of the females I have conversed with. Whom became my prey, or slaves. Coming up to me, with a candle, they make me in their ideal of beauty. I don't know. If it was them, or was it my wishes of them, but some of them liked me. But, unfortunatly I was a bit of a perfect watcher. I needed that one who gave me the sparks that sent my body in deep thoughts, made my body wet. Make me desire them. For only 1/3 of every slave i've had did such. I only looked for ones that showed potential. I don't know. Why.. Why I did such. Which back was much more than just holding one another, like now a-days. All but the guys wanted sex. Made me mad how irresponcible they were. I mean, laying next to a woman, in the cold winter nights was much more pleasurable than being rammed by idiot pricks trying to get their go for what they couldn't get without a pay. Most were lucky I was drunk, and that I'm a vampire, though they did not know, that I haven't gotten pregnant yet. Only some of them were courteous mainly other vampires. Where there was only 4 of them. That I met without getting in fights with. You know the Toreador antitribu are very good in torturing. I was pleased several times. But the one that got me addicted was Shutat. He seemed to be one hell of a .. so to speak. But I won't brag for him. He is sorta like the loner type. But when he can he seems to bring the one he's with a pleasing smile. Lucky bitch. But when the year came after that of which the new world was presented to our attentions. Me and Garr had set out for the venture. I missed Shutat, he was like the brother/father/lover I never had, or knew. I didn't know how much i'd miss him till after the fact that we were on the new world, looking at the people whom inhabited this island. (At that time we knew not how big it was, for we could of just landed on a long coast of a island. Or just the opposing side of our old, world. What was the reason for living on our world once again? I knew what I would of wanted to be.) I looked at Garr whom seem'd to be checking out on some of the Indians. I don't know, wether or not if he's a pervert at heart, or just his mind runs through torturing people, or what that Toreador Antitribu part of him desires. But I must say. When you look at him, and then a female he pierces. You wonder wether or not 5 was all he did. You may not see them. But he'll spook the crap out of you with them. (In the last several years Garr had slide 8 piercings up his back, along his spine. All with chains that linked them to each other. They were spiked on the ends as they twisted on. He took them out eventually, but the holes he claims are still there. Last time I saw them in his back were like 2 weeks ago. ) I remember him being trained by some in new piercing ways. On where and how to heal them. But he mainly wants to hurt them, so he'd do the opposite. Like: Pour salt on a open wound and burn a blade til the metal starts to smoke. Spread poison ivy that has been grounded up to a pasty form, and slide it over the wound as you seal it with the blade. Shit like that makes me a bit sick from it. But he's not just torture and glamour. Some of the new world natives seemed to know far more than most of us. Seems they have been around for long times. Too bad they were brittle. But the best thing to do for that was to pick one, and have him as a slave or just a meat puppet, tis fine. And because the other immigrants from the old world. Psst, PILGRIMS .. Oh.. Sorry. I forgot. Not to mention the fact they taught us a great deal in their hunting. I mean, mix ours, the animal type, and some people who jus plopped on a island seeing animals killing, skinning, and wearing their prey. I mean I've done some skinning and forth of the such. I liked to do it on several occasions. Although it soon came to a halt, when they arouse and went against us. Tis a pitty. I hated to keep them on their little domains. Also the soon to be enslaved African Americans. Me and Garr tried to stay out of the so called race for fame. Why would we need it, and also it'd be strange with eternal life. During the early 1800's some of the black that actually walked amungst the town folk were always being cursed at and rushed off. Though didn't stop em. I mean it's like a second skin, enjoying the idiotic whites that pursue to kick them around. Most of them didn't do anything against it. Unless one of them decided to fight one of the blacks. It's shameful to be even associated with the caucasions (spl?) Although me and Garr always made friends with enough to get contacts. One of our more useful things, backgrounds. Myself had made a few of the willing one of us. Garr helped in the training. Fuck, I could of sworn I saw Garr smile a few times while breaking them in. I mean, like as if they were him when starting out. Or what. He was brutal on them. But they tolerated it. He wasn't racist. Because he was more cruel on the white vampires, than the black. I mean this boy fucking flipped out when he saw one of them trying to beat on the black. When I first looked at Garr, I thought he was just one of those pricks who think about sex and like to get his way. But he's more than just that now. (just kidding) Oh no, now he's glaring at me. Hehe. I suppose I should stop talking about him. He's getting a bit nerved by my constant talking of himself. Rather than my past, and whatnot. As we gathered material things, we gave them to others later, to disappear from others, the world. One time, I thought I lost Garr, before he eventually parted ways in the 1900's. He wrote, night by night, suicide notes, to end his misery. One I had taken. Need you, dream you, find you, taste you, use you, scar you, fuck you, break you... He spoke to me so lovely, too bad these weren't his words. But now since I heard that song, by NIN I knew he felt that way for me. He was always so obvious on those he liked. I mean, you could tell from a mile away that he has eyes for someone. Now days his eyes our mourning for the loss, of them all. And now the newest loss would be that of Akari's. If she doesn't show soon, he spoke to me of suicides again. But I doubt she will have to worry about him killing himself. I mean he's tried in the past. The only thing he'll do is cut his face when he got out of the shower and his halbred pieced together fell from the wall and sliced his face up, luckily he didn't crack the back of his head open when he slipped and fell back. Or he would of been unconcious right now, and probably bled for a while longer than needed and oh well. But, oops, I just realize I should of not said that. But well I guess you all knew. I mean you all sorta live with the bastard. You wanna know one of my embarrassing moments? Well to make us both even I suppose. Well it was the late 70's. I found a cute looking girl. She was like me. Or so I thought. She got drunk and I as usual started to pick up on her. She smiled at me as she nodded ands went back to her place. We went through the living room, I thought she was just another fetish freak. But when we started to do things, I started to go down on her to find she was a guy. And at the same time I looked at her again, noticing the long curly hair was just a wig. And her..or shall I say his boyfriend walked in, and saw me naked on him. Thinking I was his lover also. He took pictures and was blackmailing him. And it seems I didn't notice him throughout till he spoke. Bloody bastard got off 20 pictures, blackmailing him, and then put them on the soon to be knowledge of Internet I got on one day and found them. Fucker was making it a pay site using ME and HIM! Grr, I wish I could find that gay ass mother fucker now. I bet he's off fucking little children. Well we'll see. I last heard of Garr in the gang wars. Seems that while he was in that he got alot of the ultraviolence, I grin everytime I hear that word. Seems dominance and shapchanging are one of Garr's specialties. He got in trouble with alot of those idiot gang brain dead meatpuppet monkeys. But I heard that there were others in the gang wars rather than just Garr. Seems that the other side had their own, so, Garr knew what he had to do, to make the fighting even. The fighting became more than just mortals against mortals against vampires. Soon after all the mortal humans got tired of it all or were dead. The only thing left to keep from one dominating the other was to have the vampires leftover continuously attacking. This is where ghouls come in handy. Hehe. I feel I'm slipping.. I feel I'm slipping... I feel I'm slipping in his blood. Long as it flows down the tapestry. I see a body above me, laying on the end. With a spear through the stomach and out the back, away from the spine. I see why the blood drips on and off the tapestry rather than just on it. For a man is above me tearing open the spine with a chisel. Ripping it out as I hear another speaking. They look down wearing their goofy masks. Turning they run off, as if scared that I might know their identities. Maybe I do, maybe I will. All I know is that their thoughts were of "Who is that girl?? Lets get out of here!" They didn't have to speak. I don't know. If it was Garr being glad Shutat was out of his life, or jus mere seperance of the two changes them both. I mean afterwards when leaving Shutat, Garr ,the semI constant loner with tricks up his sleeves going to tear you down, quiet person he once was, he turned into a charming gentleman.. Or else it was to fool the eye.. I don't know. Damn basterd won't get my vote for president.
I never got to handle the disco and the wastes that they did. They ruined their lives and tried to convert us...into peaceful love going cranks. Yeah, like you'd see a sabbat antitribu vampire kneeling in love and peace. You'd see me dragging one of those carcasses back and draining them, with a completetion of burning them down. We're(Garr, Scarab, Shutat) firestarters.. Twisted firestarters. Light you up like a christmas tree and spin you around watching the flickering fires burn away at yer flesh, the ever so pleasing smell of fried hair mixed with flesh. The essence of death filling the falling air, in the warm, cold, and rainy days. Indoors and outdoors. Above ground, below ground and air. Fires burn the same. Shutat sent me a letter telling me about him and the pact are struggling in the old world. I hate to think of what he could mean, and how much he could mean it.Everyday is like a repeat, sometimes. Only times it changes are when something dead/demolished/new age/new rave(fashion, dance, style, etc.). We are the kind of people who have everything laid out, slightly. We that are faithful to our clans and sect get honored and given the things we need(to a point) As those who are traitors, well lets just say... If you are a traitor, prepare for not seeing the night as you wouldst the light. We are given credit, say you live in a town run by a vampire, you have to pay tribute for the things you need. You running away from the law, in other states. You pay them right in whatever way they see fit. You can walk into a new paradise, or hell(if you don't comply). Sometimes the Prince, of say Los Angelas, depending on his faction, Camarilla or Sabbat, or a clan that is pact with yers, or loathes yers. The outcome varies. The Prince if favoring, can supply new identities, havens, money, jobs, and the such. Protection is one of the most important things to get from a Prince of any state/provinence(spl?). The prince isn't always male, just for those of you out there thinking it's a racist thing. Basically female are favored by princes and princess's of the states. Most female vampires are deadlier than males... But don't let the public of males know. *snicker*. (ut oh, Jose's thinking of necrophilia.. wait while I beat his mind back to thinking of actual humane sex.) Alright, most male vampires think they're tough tis why most princes rather give their facilities and whatever to the females because most princes/princesses figure the male vampires who are there are going to ruin most the things going on rather a females can ruin it, but with grace!.. err, sorry.. We can but rarely ever do.
The years grow dawning to the beginning, alone and alone. I'm having no luck on females, nor males. Even though I prefer females over males, I have still tried fro the other side. I hate the love game, Maybe Garr's right everyone dies when you love them. No matter. (Makes you wonder why he fell in love with Akari... but hey I have no say in it. He loves her so I can't stop him!) Wether it's good or bad the nights seem slow, ever so often. I found his girl she claims she was 23, so I went good, and we shared a few drinks, she TOLD me she was bi...but I guess the type of girl I am ain't congruent to the type she is. Stupid preps....(not against anyone, and you Sender) never know what they want but want what they can't have and don't realize it and also talk shit about people not as fashionable as they are sportin their Tommy and elsewear. I screamed at her as I left the bar, calling her names (lets not say).
It's 10: 27 and I am drunk like a wet cat under a lunar moon, singing some jingle cats while sippin on milk and catnip. I was sitting with that girl and she left me. I was pissed. As I so showed I was last portion. I decided to leave this bar, The "monkeys" were boring anyways. While I was leaving the girl decides to walk back into the bar, seeing that I'm going going to try and get another free drink from someone else I BET!.. There's this guy, all of you know him, now. He was standing behind me, I sensed another around me, but I didn't know it was him. Nor was I able to have my senses keen. Damn drinking causes many problems.. But I won't .. Stooooop.
Garr: Good eve, m'dear niece. *as he grins some, his hair in face his yellow eyes noticable as he looks at me*
Scarab: GARR!!! *I scream out at him as my eyes glittered up with the intoxicated glaze. I kissed him, I missed him, why not? But put a shock on his face!*.. how ya sexy? *while I move my arms around him, squeezing him tightly and gives him a eskimo kiss*.. I missad you! you silly silly person.* the alcohol can be smelt on my breath, and I bet through my words, not being clear*.. Where you been all these years?.. I thought you werz dead!
Garr: Been around, m'dear. And ye?.. I figured you'd have female slaves running around by now.. I see you have lost alittle touch. Or no?
Scarab: mann.. none of these people wantz a bisexual. All they want is luv, and alllll this shitz. I want five womenz to gang bang and what do I get.. nothing!.. mmm.. you got a place yer heading towards, Mr. Sexy.
Garr: for once, I never knew how much I hated that name. *looking at her, as he grins.. remembering this position so far back*. I got no where to go, and no place to stay, i'm just wandering around, m'dear. And I think I know what yer doing. Eh?
Scarab: heheheha. yepperz. You can stay with me. *grins wickedly*. How long has it been since you.. used that thing anyways. *we converse like this alot*
Garr: ...*looking at her*.. hasn't been long. heh. I won't be blowing dust out of myself. laughs somewhat*.. And how about you, got a few cobwebs yet?
Scarab: *slight shocked look as she gets ready to slap him, but remember's she's hanging off of him*.. mmhm, and I bet you forgot how to use that good ol tongue of yers. *giggles some*
Garr: maybe we'll find out tonight. *as they both start to walk off. Garr holding Scarab up by her shoulders as she walks, beside him.*
As we reached my apartment, we both are awake for over 3 hours, as the shadows imprint slightly of what's going on, but nothing really noticable unless yer looking. Yeah we were talking. You all might think when we said that we were making love or having while monkey sex. But N O. Get all of your minds out of the gutters. Damn people.. As they are both asleep on her bed. In the mear morning, Garr awakens to the morning shine, I watch him as he pulls the shades down, and looks around at the shadows, fixating them, to move around them.. As he looks down at her.. And lowers kissing my neck some. "Morning, m'dear" he says softly, in my ear, the usual of him. I turns my head and sigh, "Damnit.. you are always the one to wake up in the fucking morning, aren't you..god, I'd think by this time with all this you'd have burns running up and down yer body.. Mm...but I see otherwise." As he looks at himself.. Been so long since he ever had looked at himself. He slides his hand down his face. Sighs.. "no everything's the same, as before". But at least we don't look like a bag of bones.. rotting away, and to scare the slightest bum. He notices the reminants of the night before on the bed, as he grins slight.. And says, "Need to change the sheets.. next time I won't be so rough." I smirks, "Well. fuck, if i'm going to bleed every god damn time and you always get first feed, then you better bring home snacks." He laughs some, "Oh. Well you should of said something I would of caught that woman you were flirting misribly with." Opening my eyes, "Grrr.. Damnit you asshole, get back in bed and we'll talk about it later, when the sun's dying." mumbles, "fucking basterd." he nods some at me as he moved back over, and rests beside her.. "All in good time, ...all in good time." He always seemed to tell me the lamest things.
As hours pass, Garr finally leaves her apartment, giving her a kiss on her forehead, just in time, as he notices a blond hair'd girl with a model figure walk up the stairs, he figues for boyfriend purposes.. But thinks Scarab might try something.. As he exits I can hear him laughing at me. He knows me too well, on these matters. The girl crosses my path in the hallway. As I lean against the wall I smile at her. She stops infront of me. I'm shocked, one of the first in a while. Heheh. She mumbles something about Garr. how did she know who he was? I am standing there in my night gown, with scars along my legs, and she's freaking out telling me something's going on with him. So I ran inside my apartment getting changed. As I put on my trench throwing it on with a bra and pair of pajama bottoms, I rush out the door she's vanished I didn't really care. As I make my way along the shadows sensing for .. Hey now, a blond crying on the corner. This must be my night. So back to searching again, hearing some disturbing activity I finally run into the alley with Garr and some freak with a bloody pair of pants. Oh dear, not there..... Garr's eye sheds a blood tear. He rolls on his opposite side and aims the gun at the man's crotch. "No more capt'n, partner." fires 4 rounds into the man's crotch that makes him hop up and fall on his ass from the pressure, the man screams, "Fuck!.. first.. my..wife..and now my... ugh! .. Damnit your going to pay now, mother fucker!" I decide to show myself to the two fighting, "Well gee, you always getting into trouble now arn't you babe." She grins as he pulls out "her" gauntlet claw, and a previously used dildo.. her eyes widen and shoves it back in her pocket hoping NO ONE saw that. Chuckling some, nervously, as the man is rolling. "Bitch your with him too?.. Aww shit now you both gonna die.. And once I get my dick back mother fucker i'm going to fuck the rotting corpse of your girl here!" I glare at the man, and thinking, "Well well. if you ever get a dick BACK I doubt it'd be useful to me, n, while Garr is ripping out the blade from his back and grabs ahold of the dagger. Scarab looks down at the man who's whimpering about his loses, and trying to get back into combat. She takes the claw in stiff form, and crams it down on the guys face, into his eyes. The man screams again in a new pain, his hands moving to his eyes but being cut by the razor sharp iron claws. "Bitch!.. Damn you.. Damn.. you all!" Garr looks down at the man, as he limps over. "Fucker, ye shouldn't of messed with me. LIKE I said." He lowers down and stabs the dagger into the man's heart and reaccurring blade of the halbred. "always in uses.." as Scarab grins, and rips out the man's eyeballs.. And licks the blood from them, and sticks out her tongue, "eww. he has nasty fucking blood.. gotta be tainted by this bitch wolf" Garr jus grins and slams the blade down on the guys head, as he continues slicing through, til the man's head is lopt off. The wolf begins to move slowly, from the blood of Garr being only were-wolf, doesn't mean you have restrictions of being a vampire's ghoul... Or slave. As Scarab undoes the man's pants and searches for money and the such. She slices off the man's scrotum, and grins as she holds the now bloody sac of the man in her hand, "Hey Garr, look what I got now!.. Some real balls!..hehe" She laughs as Garr looks and turns away, "Fuck, damnit. That makes me cringe all over seeing that shit.. Put that away in yer backpack, And save it for yer women's pleasures..geez" he shakes his head and swallows slightly.. mumbling something about fuckng loons. Scarab's eyes widen as she see's the female wolf rise, and tugs on Garr's shoulder, "Um.. um um um.. Garr watch out!.." The wolf growls as she is about to plunge down on him, he rolls off the corpse as it dives on the body. Turning her head to Garr, "You killed my beloved, and now i'll kill yours!" She turns to leap at Scarab but she has it already covered, the gun in between the wolf's eyes, she pumps 9 shots into the wolf, 4 straight in the head and the rest in other places close by. She wipes some blood from her face and grins. "Same time tomarrow babe?" .. Garr turns to her, "Oh yeah." As they begin to walk away, Garr filled the bodies drenched in lighter fuel. Scarab lighter herself a cigarette, and throws the match on the corpses as they light up, in a pentagram, circling them. They walk away into the shadows as he pulls her cig from her lips and takes a long drag, "ahh.. nothing like some adrenaline pumpping idiots tryin to start yer night bad." he grins as he hands back the cig to Scarab and she takes it back alittle grumpy. "Well.. At least I got to taste a dumb blond." she laughs as she see's Garr about to swat her, "Damnit.. you better of disposed of that body properly..." As he speaks on she says in a sigh, "Damnit you know me by now to finish my business. Besides, I doubt they'll think it's a.. you know when the bit mark's.. Down there. " Garr looks at her, "God damnit!!! " he hits himself in the head, thinking this girl's jus the type he needs, but thinks also then why did they adopt her. He looks at her and sticks out his tongue and runs off. Before she can say, "Don't show it unless your going to use it, " She see's him dash off and chases after him, "damnit you!.. get back here and clean my webs out again!" He never once spoke of his birthday to her, but he knew what she was thinking, and what she gave him for a present, was good enough for him. he grins to himself in a run-down cafe'. He looks out the window, to see her panting and looking in at him, holding her fist up. He motions her to come in. As she does such he looks normal again, saddened face, "Too you long enough eh?" She replies, "well gee mr. Shadow skipper. I bet it would be hard to follow yer ass!" they both laugh slight as they order themselves a drink. She looks at him, "You know what?" He replies, "no I didn't." she says back, "well he is" he says again, "Oh really now?", "Yessum", he grins some and nods, "That's good.", "You missed him too eh?", nods some, "Yeah.", "Well he'll be here tomarrow, said Madrid", Garr smirks, "Too much hassle eh? Well at least he's antitribu and they won't go chargin at him.", "Don't sweat, he's okay.", "Yeah.. I know.. That is what worries me". As they get their orders Garr looks out the window as a airplane flies overhead towards the airport. "Guess that could be him.", "Might be.. Who knows", "Well one more night together before we call it stops due to his presense?", "you betcha sexy. .. And i'll try to pursuade him for some triple.. if you know what I mean" Garr moves his hand up to her face and lets it carress her cheek, "Don't press yerself too hard."
Really hate my nicknames for people. So don�t pay any mind like if I call Fenrir something like ��Kinky chicken with claws.� Or something�*
The next late afternoon comes as Garr quickly gets dressed, and moves to the couch, from my bedroom, Gee like Shutat won't figure some thing out eh?? 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 , "Man.. shit don't get to carried away with her, remember the cops still think she's our niece." I hear the two from outside, holding back the thought that everyone believes I'm just a neice, to EVERYONE! Garr's voice, "Yeah yeah...i know" The two start to talk as what seems almost time flying, Scarab comes out, worn out, as she moves out the bedroom and widened eyes(faking the tiredness), "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. ]
When I Had awoke, seems the two left. I found myself on the body of the deceased, she had a name. Blanca.. Blanca Garcia. Too bad. Twas a pity she died in such a manor, but her body couldn�t say the same. What am I to do. Ah, the body will make a great d�cor. (I shall let our master think of how to mix our stories, so that we can be up to date, and not in the past. Heh. And will fix up some loose strings in the Real plot to WAD-R. What we had decided first, I shall try to fix and make it so for us. Maybe the rest of you will have to do yer own, or not at all. Yer choice. But ours shall be done.)