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Re: Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
« on: June 02, 2005, 10:22:00 PM »
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     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And how did you became...a vampire?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, lets see…I was born in a rich family. I had lost my parents at young age, but my inherit wealth always provided me everything I ever needed or wanted. There were only few things I took pleasure from: my music and women. Life seemed hollow to me, I became reckless, risking my life for the excitement of it. Living only for the moment. I began to drink, and one night, I got into a car race. It made a really messy combination.
     I woke up in a hospital bed two days later, my whole body screaming in pain. I couldn’t speak, and barely even move. That’s when I got this scar.â€? – Blake passed his finger across his left eye, where the scar was.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Then she revealed herself to me. I had never seemed beauty like hers. She had black hair, dark-piercing eyes, and a pale skin like I never saw before. She would come always at night, always when I was alone. She would walk around the room looking at me with compassionate eyes. She revealed her name to me. Briana, Briana Xavierâ€?
     At first I thought it was a hallucination caused by the painkillers. But she kept coming night after night, and I thought she was an angel. She would talk to me for what seemed like hours. I was constantly passing out because of the drugs, so I wouldn’t know for sure. I always prayed that when I opened my eyes she would be there. Her voice was comforting; it held a spell on me that made my mind forget about the pain, there was something hypnotic around her.
     Finally this one night she sat at my side on the bed. Her hand felt so cold against my face, but finally I knew she was real, and not a creation from my mind. There was something different about her, a concern on her face. She told me that the time had come. That I was to become something else, that I held the potential to become something unique. That’s when I saw her fangs. I tried to scream, to fight, but I couldn’t.
     The next night I woke up alone in an abandoned house. I didn’t fell pain anymore, only the hunger. It wasn’t long before I found someone, an armed thief of all things.
     He fired at me with his gun, and to my surprise I didn’t fall dead. It hurt obviously, but didn’t kill me. I jumped at him and drank all the blood in his body until there was nothing else; it is all blurry in my mind. When I finally regain control, and saw what I had done, I panicked. For the first time I could make sense of what Briana told me all those nights. But those things weren’t right; I was a monster.
     For the next two years I hid from anything and anyone. Afraid, I crawled into any hole I could hide into. I was a pitiful weak thing, feeding on rats and small animals I could find.
     There were times I went for weeks without seeing a human being. At that time I learned how to move in the shadows without been seem or heard.
     Then one night someone finally reached out to me…but that is a story for another time perhaps? I don’t want to get bothersomeâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No, please continueâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Her name was Julie Maddox, a ventrue. She brought me back into the light and taught me how to conceal my nature from others, how to drink from mortals without killing, and how to use my cursed gifts. She had an exotic beauty. We eventually fall in love it was…inevitable.
     I was no strange in finances. I managed to salvage a small wealth that hadn’t been stolen by my father old business associates after my…disappearance. After a little time investing it wisely I managed to secure us a haven and a small fortune.
     We were together for over a decade. Vampires in love. Sounds like a real bad horror movie plot. But for me it was heaven. I discovered a newfound love for art and beauty. It was like if I had opened my eyes and saw the world for the first time. My senses are strong even for the vampires of my clan.
     It all changed when the camarilla took over the city. You see, back there it was an anarch free territory. The camarilla was merciless, slaughtering the anarch leaders. Julie and I managed to stay away from the conflict. We always stayed away from other kindred business.
     Soon the camarilla started recruiting, and we were on top of their list. They approached us with smiles and promises of power within their organization, trying to seduce us into joining. Not the nosferatu tough, he never smiled or spoke.
     After a few nights, Julie was seduced by their promises. She asked me to join, I refused, and we argued heavily that night. We were called to a meeting with them, and as she left I remained alone in our heaven.
     The nosferatu came to me at that time. For the first time he was smiling, and it was a hideous laughter. He imprisoned me in the old catacombs near the city and tortured me. He was decided to break me into joining, or destroy me. I endured torture and starvation for weeks. His face and laughter were everything I could see or hear, save my own screams. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he started it over the next night, and took pleasure in it.
     At that time I learned how to endure pain. The chains that bind me weren’t as strong as he hoped, and eventually I managed to brake free. I jumped at him and drank the blood from that wretched thing until he was on the floor gasping for mercy. I took my time in destroying that monster. For the first and only time I took pleasure in bringing death.
     As he turned into ashes, I realized I wasn’t alone. Julie was there; she had finally found me and witnessed my madness. I begged her to come with me, but she turned her back on me frightened. She believed the camarilla precepts, regardless their actions.
     From that time on I roamed around the city aimlessly, without purpose. The anarchs eventually rise to take back their city and destroyed the camarilla presence.â€? – Blake eyes were distant, as he was remembering something buried in his mind.
     He failed to reveal that he himself had taken part on the anarch revolt and brought final death to camarilla members in the city. He was the one who took the final blow against the camarilla prince.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What happened to Julie?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“She managed to leave the city in the midst of the madness that ensued. She was always resourceful. I never saw or heard from her again, I don’t know if she endures still.
     After the anarchs set their foothold back at the city, I made a deal with them. Id stay away from their business and they would leave me alone. Although I have helped them to fight back Sabbath invasions from time to time, we have managed to co-exist in relative peace so far…over a decade have passed since thenâ€?
                           

     

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    Re: Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
    « Reply #1 on: July 03, 2005, 01:02:00 PM »
                   
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Tell me about Blake. How is that a young guitarist got proficient at swordplay and firearms?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Blake is indeed a curious fellow. Kindred might not look old, but then again we are deadâ€? – Markus, the grangel, let out one of his trademarked creepy laughs.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“If he would be alive now he would be over fifty years…not that is particularly old, but age can be deceiving. One can look twenty years old, and be in fact two hundred years old. When I met him he was wondering around the city aimlessly, complaining about some girl that had dumped him.
     He could throw a few good punches, take a beating and hide in the shadows, but that was all. But this guy always was gutsy. Can you believe the guy picked a fight with three camarilla pricks to protect a blind thin-blood? I still say that he did it because he had a crush for that oriental girl…â€? – the grangel laughed once more.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“He is a bit nut if you ask me…paranoid…self-absorbed…with delusions of grandeur…but aren’t all torries a bit like that? The only thing that seems to be keeping his head in place right now is that little pretty ghoul he picked up.â€?
     Markus went silent and scratched his head – “Anyway, where was I? Oh right…they were going to turn them into ashes when I showed up. I will never forget the expression on the cammy eyes when I ripped the heart out of his chest.
     The damned camarilla had taken the city from us, and we weren’t going to just roll over and play dead. They killed our leaders and the remaining anarchs scattered around the city. I’ve been a soldier all my life, you know? I was fighting long before someone even created a firearm…and I liked that kid spiritâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“How old are you?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Who do you work for kid? The freaking IRS?â€? – The grangel lifted his left eyebrow and then smirked.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Relax kid, don’t go having a heart-attack on me. I was just messing with you. I am not really that old. I was embraced about two centuries ago...
     Anyway, we need soldiers, and that kid had it in him. He learned from the best, me. I taught him how to hold a sword, how to fire a gun and how to fight. He was eager to learn, always was an impressive fast learner. Talented, but reckless… Often biting more than he could chew, but most of times managed to find a way on his own, when he couldn’t, his celerity allowed him to leave if things got too hot. Get any fighter, even a mediocre one, and celerity can turn him into a respectable foe.
     I knew kindred, real killing machines, which lacked the spirit he has to find a way out of trouble. Sometimes I think he isn’t afraid to die…again.
     I like him and I saved his butt a few times, but I would still dust him if I needed to, and he knows it. We are no friends by any means. I used him to help with the camarilla as much as he used me to learn.
     Don’t get me wrong, the guy is good, but I could still snap him in two like a little twigâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“If you are so powerful, how can one so young impress you?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Cant a kid impresses you? She may be just a kid in your standards, but she could still show aptitude for something. That’s how he impressed me, but still child’s play to my standards.
     We spent over a fucking decade to get the city camarilla free, and he never failed to amaze me, and to give me major headaches.
     I remember the time we taken it up with the prince. The guy was a just a puppet for the camarilla; I believe he wasn’t even used to fight his own battles. I felt hurt, ashamed. All the time to get to that guy, and he wasn’t a powerful elder. Hell, not even an elder. That didn’t matter to Blake, when we got him pinned down, he asked us to leave for him the final blow. Man, the look on the prince’s face was priceless.
     Part of his act work like this. People who underestimate him usually don’t see it coming.
     Ever heard: First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win?
     I still don’t know why he asked us to let that ventrue leave the city, but she never dared to come back…neither the camarilla.
     The guy is a loner, doesn’t look comfortable alongside his own kind, he rather be surrounded by mortals than kindred. I don’t think I ever met a cainite so attached to its humanity.
     We offered him a place alongside us, but he always turned it down. Man, Saint would be happy as a little girl to have him with us. Oh right, you don’t know. Saint is the anarch leader over here, let me tell you…â€?
     
     
     
                           

     

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    Re: Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
    « Reply #2 on: July 15, 2005, 11:57:00 PM »
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     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Jenny?â€? – Blake’s smile broadened, unconcernedly he let his fangs show.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, we known each other for seven years now. How time flies!
     I inherited this pale skin and yellowish eyes from my sire, you may think not, but those are unusual traits for a vampire. Forget about the gibberish you seen in the movies.
     Some would actually pay attention to those traits, but say nothing in respect. Even led to believe it to be some unusual trait from this or that country from which I may descend. No connection would ever be made, after all, vampires doesn’t exist.  
     For almost twenty years I had deceived mortals. I learned it well, such a great actor, that no mortal could ever see my true nature.
     There was this art gallery owner that contacted me, she was very excited about a new painter she had discovered. Since I had laid the money for a past exposition at her gallery, she asked if I would like to do so again for this new talent.
     Off I went to see this art, and I can’t impress how the talent that created the paintings I was beholding attracted me. That night itself I demanded to meet the maker of this art. And when in fact I gazed upon her, her beauty irreparably struck me.
     We talked for hours and hours. The hours turned into nights, the nights into weeks, and so on. After little time we became quite inseparable, intimate.
     I wasn’t able to play since the camarilla, but from that point on the music always came back to me with ease, and I returned to my guitar. Jenny had become my friend, my love, and my muse.
     But Jenny is no mere mortal; she has a keen mind. Eventually she saw the truth behind the mask, she saw me for what I truly was, a vampire.
     It was like waking from a dream to be plunged into a nightmare. For as you well know, the masquerade demands that any mortal that find about our existence is to be killed. But I could never bring myself to do it, not her. And so I set my mind in leaving the city, going as far as I could.
     But the unthinkable happened. She sought me out. Any mortal that would know my nature would flee in panic, but not her. She came to me, she begged me to take her along. I never before had a mortal for a companion, but I couldn’t leave her, I knew thatâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Did she ever ask to be turned? Into a vampire?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“She never dared to ask such a thing, and I wouldn’t want this curse to befallen her. Would I grant it to her should she ask me? I don’t knowâ€?
     Blake became tense with the simple idea of it. He removed the silver bullet clip he carried on his pocket and started playing nervously. Playing it between his fingers, using his celerity, like he had done before when he felt tense. It calmed him, helped him to focus his mind.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“…So tell me, what’s with that silver bullet clip?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, this little thing? It’s a long story…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We have time…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, it’s a gift you see…I already told you about the time the camarilla took the city, did I ever mentioned the Seer?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I don’t believe so.â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I met her about two and half decades ago, some believe that thin-bloods are the heralds of apocalypse. Nonsense.
     Every race has their prophecies about the end of times. And the kindred have theirs, at some points they can be as superstitious as humans.
     Thin-bloods in the city feared little about persecution when the anarchs were in power. I believe I saw a little of me on the Seer, for I too was abandoned unknowing of my new nature.  
     Before that night I had only watched her from afar. She has a beauty that cannot be denied, and I felt drawn to her.
     But the camarilla wanted the thin-bloods destroyed, in account of their own fear and superstition, and I couldn’t allow her to be harmed. However they were far stronger and they had the advantage in numbers. They quickly managed to overcome me.
     Unlucky for them that Markus, the grangel, was there. The camarilla members were destroyed before they could even figure what had hit them. He dragged me along into his wars. He had become my teacher…but that’s not the question at hand, is it?
     The Seer, is how I call her. She never actually told me her name. I believe she doesn’t recall it herself. She was embraced only a few years before. The embrace may have erased the memory of her mortal life, but filled her mind with visions, visions that haunted her. Her sire had destroyed her eyes in account of the visions, but they didn’t stop. He abandoned her afterwards, such cruel monster he was.
     Her visions were predictions of things yet to happen. Although mostly disconnected glimpses and dreams, they always became true.  The anarchs were quick to discover this too. She was quite instrumental in their war with the camarilla. They call her a witch, a fact that I rather dislike.
     Blake smiled, his eyes lost in memories of years ago – “Oh, but she is far more than that. The lost of her sight means that she is unable to hunt on her on, but it’s no miracle she had survived however. She has a keen mind. And proved to be an excellent companion for years to come. We did become very closeâ€?
     Blake smile broadened once more – “She can always tell when I am near. She could always see me, no matter her eyes are gone. She calls me The Compassionate One.
     Once the madness of their war had passed, I trusted her protection to the anarch leader, Saint.
     I do miss her dearly, but there are many that would use her curse for their own ends, and he can in fact protect her far better than I ever could. He owes me that.
     Just before, she had entrusted us a vision. A vision of blood and final death. The camarilla was to be the first sign of this, over decade long war. There would be another two signs before the ancient blood drinker would arise to take his revenge on us. The next sign was to be what she called the two hellhounds.
     The most superstitious ones believed to be a sign of Gehenna…the kindred prophetical apocalypse.
     After three mostly uneventful years, the same foolish ones started to believe she had lost her mind. In secret they made jokes about her. That’s until the started disappearing.
     Normally I wouldn’t care much about their disappearance. But soon after humans started to appear dead. Not by the hand of kindred or even murderous humans, but torn apart by savage beasts. We all knew instantly what it meant, werewolves.
     There is a natural preservation area near the city. Once an Indian reserve, but all the tribes disappeared long ago. The only thing left from them is their legend of a tribe of wolf-people. However we know that it was no legend. The beasts had made the reservation their hunting grounds. They hadn’t moved into the city for over a century, and no one knew the reason why they choose to do so.
     Saint asked Markus and a small group of anarchs to find and destroy the beasts. I went along. That’s when I got this clip from Saint. A silver bullet is the only thing that can kill a werewolf.
     After a few nights we had tracked the damned beast. We were following its trail for over an hour, and it proved to be quite elusive.
     But we didn’t realized until it was too late; it was leading us into a trap. As soon as we approached it, another beast jumped at us from the shadows. It lunged with its claws to the nearest kindred to it, and I was unfortunate enough to be that kindred. It had knocked me down quite a few meters from the place I was standing.
     I had managed to avoid the attack with my celerity, but only partially. When I came back to my senses, I was alone, and felt a piercing pain in my chest. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but I could hear the creature howling to the full moon.
     Wasn’t long before it charged at me again and again. My celerity was the only thing that kept me alive while I tried to dodge the beast claws and teeth.  It was relentless, and from time to time it managed to hit me. It was trying to destroy me, piece by piece.
     I was in a world of pain, but as I told you before I have grown to endure pain. When I was down on my knees, however, the beast stalked in circles, taunting me, smelling my blood. I don’t think that in my mortal years I ever felt such exquisite pain.
     But it gave me enough time to get the pistol ready. The beast didn’t show fear. He knew simple bullets couldn’t kill it, but those are no ordinary bullets. Once it lunged its final attack, I got a clear shot at his head. The last thing I remember from that night is the weight of the creature falling down on me.
     I rose the next night to find the Seer by my side. The beast was dead and Markus had killed the other. But not before a couple of anarchs got themselves destroyed. They said I was fortunate, for I am not sure myself how I survived that night.
     The blood healed all my wounds in time. Funny that no scar remains while the one I had before my embrace endures.
     But Markus didn’t want for me leave that night without nothing to remember it by.â€?
     Blake pushed over his shirt a small silver chain with a fang on it – “It was still stanched with blood when he handed this to me, my blood.â€?
     Blake went silent for a time, lost in thoughts, looking at the fang in his hands.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s quite impressive. You’re a romantic at heart, weeping at beauty, and yet you can sill fight a werewolf?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You like to make questions. That is all that there is to you? Do you have someone? Do you like a particular type of music or movie? Sure there is more complexity to one self.â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Point well takenâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Quite a few times I was referred to as a troublemaker. I seem to have this habit to drive people mad, even in my mortal life. I had to learn how to defend myself.
     Even more now that I am…dead.
     Every city holds its own old and powerful vampires that may dislike me, for I never learned to keep my big mouth shut…but I digress. I believe you have another question for meâ€?  
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What about the other sign?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You said that there would be three signs before an ancient vampire would rise…â€?  
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh Indeed. The evil blood drinker’s pack. The next year was marked the appearance of the sabbat in the city. They were quietly preparing themselves to take the city by force.
     The recent events had weakened the anarchs. And this pushed the hand of the sabbat.
     Their attack was merciless and ruthless, but basically a pack of brainless killers.
     They used their own packs as cannon fodder against the most powerful anarchs, in hope that their numbers would overcome them. Many indeed succumbed to this tactic.
     I usually would not care for kindred struggle for power, but the innocent mortals in the city had already suffered more than enough with the werewolves’ incursion, and then another murderous beasts arisen. I aided the anarchs once more, I done so from time to time.        
     Saint always was a magnificent leader. Regardless of his power he is capable of the most impressive strategies. Don’t let my words mislead you; Saint is a powerful and old brujah. He can break kindred in half with his bare hands. And indeed I saw him do so. But even that their numbers dwindled; Saint led the anarchs to the victory.
     And then the ancient blood drinker rose. Its power and strength couldn’t be denied by any.
     He claimed to be the brujah antideluvian himself…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Antideluvian?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Third generation kindred, the creators of the vampire clans. The last Gehenna prophecy is that they would rise to consume all of their progeny.
     He was the hand behind the werewolf’s incursion. Several kindred met final death before him, until the truth revealed itself at last. In truth the creature was just a deranged and delusional elder, nothing more.
     Saint managed to overcome the creature, but at no small cost. Most of his ragtag brigade was destroyed.
     The anarchs are slowly rebuilding their foothold and since managed to fight back the sabbat remnants with ease.
     However the brujah elder had some undeniably special interest in Saint. He hated him so fervently. But whatever was the nature of his interest, it went to hell with him.
     
                             

     

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    Re: Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
    « Reply #3 on: September 04, 2005, 12:16:00 AM »
                   
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am surprised that you sought me outâ€? – Cole’s unnatural creepy voice sounded omnipresent in the small room.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“T-T-The o-others call you an abomination, why is that?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“There are many names used to refer to one as me. That’s just one of themâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I don’t understand…you are a vampire, are you not?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, but its far more complicated than that. When a vampire embraces a human, they become one itself. I was…something else.â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“…what?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I was Garou, werewolf, shapeshifter. I was a creature of human folklore, their nightmares and their legends. But I was not who they believed me to be. I walked between worlds.
     The worlds of humankind and our Mother Earth. The worlds of flesh and spirit. The worlds of rage and reason. Throughout history, my brothers and sisters have fought with fang, claw and spirit to protect Gaia - the Earth Mother.â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“A werewolf? But I thought vampires and werewolves were enemiesâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But we are…or were…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I didn’t know a werewolf could be turnedâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It is a rare thing to happenâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And how this happened?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I lived in the old indigenous reserve with my tribe, of the Get of Fenris. I am not used to this life in the city. Gaia! I am not even used to this life as a cursed vampire…
     The peace was forged hundreds of years ago, we had never crossed into the city bounds since. Many Garou, afraid or tired or simply disgusted, turn away from their duties, seeking freedom in anonymity. Indeed, apathy and malaise are among the Wyrm’s greatest allies. The Garou have, in large part, lost their fire. They roll around with each other in the dirt, seeking dominance over some petty pack, desperately clutch at their ever-shrinking domains or simply retreat to the stagnant security of tedious human existence. Cynicism and callousness are increasingly common, and the numbers of Ronin swell with each new moon.
     Yet a vampire trespassed into our bounds. Its intentions were to break the peace, to incite war between us and the vampires.
     I can still remember its smell, it smelled of corruption. Our duty is…was to protect Gaia, to destroy such corruption.
     I changed into my crinos form and lunged at him…but to my misfortune, I did exactly what he expected, wanted me to do. He was waiting for me, I never saw the trap.
     But to answer such a question, you must first understand what is to be a pale one…or an abomination as you put it. I retain the power I had as a garou, in addition to the vampiric powers I inherited from my sire. I am powerful, and because of it I am forever alone…both vampire and garou fear me. I am allied with the anarchs of this city, yes. But it won’t last, sooner or later they will decide that they are strong enough and will shun me, or even try to destroy me.
     As you can imagine, my embrace was what led those of my tribe to invade the city, attacking the kindred.â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The werewolves attacked more than just vampires, its truth that they ate humans?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is bullshit!â€? – Cole’s voice rose as he slammed his fist on the table, breaking it - “Ye Shall Not Eat the Flesh of Humans. To feast on the flesh of your Kin is to invite the Wyrm into your body and soul. Human meat poisons both and spirit; it is not fitting prey. This is the law.â€?
     Cole did his best to calm himself before continuing. He walked towards the window and stared through it.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It was the damned vampire. He faked it in an attempt to declare war. Afterwards I tried to return to my tribe, but they wouldn’t take me anymore. I was corrupted by the vampire curse, and my connection to Gaia was severed. I can’t walk into the spirit word anymore…you know how it fells?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Can’t say I doâ€?
     Cole sighed, continuing to stare through the window. He took a deep breath, even that he didn’t breath anymore.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“If you know of the incursion into this city, I trust you already know of the brujah elder?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes, he became mad with age and was killed by Saint…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Is that so? Yes, I would imagine Saint would make some story.â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What do you mean?“
     Cole smiled – “If he wanted you to know, he would tell you himself. He accepted me between his anarchs, out of need, I know that. But I wont betray his trust.“
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But you said…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Never mind what I said, now leave me.â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“LEAVE!â€? – Cole shouted as the door slammed shut behind him. He was alone again. Everyone feared him. To be a pale one was to be always alone.
     Saint had emerged between the kindred only a couple of centuries before. Still he was already old by then. Nobody knew of his past.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“If they knew Saint, your precious anarchs would still follow you?“ – Cole whispered – “Or would they try to destroy you? How they would react if they knew that when you was a mortal, you were…a hunter?â€?
     
     
                             

     

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    Re: Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
    « Reply #4 on: November 12, 2005, 05:49:00 PM »
                   
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yo kid. You look pale...did he bite you?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Not really. But he sure gives me the creepsâ€?
     Cole. I swear Bloodmoon attracts more weirdoes by the minute. Blake, the Witch, Cole, Gamble and that girl…I didn’t get her name, but I am sure they are up to no good!â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Bloodmoon?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Kid, if you’re going to go around asking those questions, writing your own vampire chronicles…you at least got to learn the name of the cityâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It isn’t Saint Helens?â€?  
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yeah…that’s the name they gave it, but it isn’t its first, true name. Every damned soul on the city knows it’s the Bloodmoon territory. They just changed it after the massacre. In hope that it would bring luckâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I remember hearing something about it…some kind of urban legend…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Urban legend?!â€? – The grangel creepy laugh silenced the entire room.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Listen kid this is no urban legend. Centuries ago this whole place, this metropolis or whatever you kids call it those days, was a big jungle. Then mankind came in and started to take everything down and build those ugly ass factories and modular buildings. Isn’t progress a marvelous thing?
     It didn’t take too long to mother nature strike back. The wolfies frenzied and started killing the workers and citizens. But humanity can be stubborn. They kept pushing on and on until the massacreâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I heard about that. Twenty six people were killed or something like that…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The poochies killed over sixty mortals in that night aloneâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“…the killings stopped after that night?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“After that night people started thinking twice before even setting foot here. This whole area was considered damned. It took another century before anyone venture in againâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And why there is no story of a massacre this time? What happened?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We did. Kindred started fighting the poochies for the land. Both sides got heavy losses until we had a treatyâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“How did that happen?“
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have absolutely no idea. It happened before my time. We don’t cross into their borders and they don’t bother usâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“There is a lot even an old geezer like me doesn’t know. Nobody got all the answers kid, so don’t bug me…
     This isn’t a good place to be alone. Cole turned to be quite an asset to us. I had my doubts about him, but Saint was right.
     Blake has been quite stubborn about joining. The kiddo is a troublemaker, and it would be better to have creating trouble with us than against us. But he is young. He will learn eventually, either that or he will dieâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I was under the impression that vampires were supposed to be immortalâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Look, you seen like a nice kid, so I will fill you in. And won’t rip your head off for trying to be a smartass…this time. This isn’t called the hellhole for no reason. This city has its own jaws. There is all kind off nasty things out here. Things that would love to kill you. And even vampires can die.
     Vampires and werewolves are just the tip of the iceberg. Ghosts, wizards, demons, mummies, shapeshifters…so many that I would have to drain you dry just to sustain myself while I tell you about them.â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“…â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“By the look of your face you don’t want that eh? Can’t say I blame you.
     However in the Bloodmoon territory, death isn’t the end.  There is all kind of supernatural crap around here. Just name it and I can point you a direction.
     And there is always the crazed human wanting to chop of your head off in the next dark alleyâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“If the city is so bad as you put it, why do you stay? Why do you fight to keep it?“
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Why? Why despite of all the trouble, this place is the closest thing to heaven that I will ever get. This is a free zone, there isn’t many around. Why we don’t have to worry about some camarilla prince whim or some sabbat party. The caitiff and thin blood doesn’t have to worry too much about prejudice, they can all just be. This is our home…â€?    
     
                           

     

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    « Reply #5 on: November 12, 2005, 05:56:00 PM »
                    Nicholas Gamble aka Nick Gamble aka Nick Fury aka The Dark Wanderer
     
     Clan: Caitiff
     
     Sect: Partial to the Anarchs
     
     Embrace: Unknown
     
     Generation: 12th
     
     Appearance:
     
           
     
     Tall, long brown hair (shoulder length), gray eyes. Athletic, slightly muscular body. Always dressed in stylish black. Attractive appearance. Has an uncommon trait that makes his eyes glow in the dark. This in turn allows him to have a greater sight in the absolute darkness than in the light.
     
     History: Gamble was embraced by an outcast vampire. Its clan unknown even to him (his sire was destroyed after his embrace).
     In life he was a known small time criminal and professional deceiver.
     The fact that his eyes glow in the dark earned him the nickname of ´the Dark Wanderer´.
     His particular feeding habits make he always seek young and attractive woman. He refuses to drink from males or animals.  
     
     Disciplines: Auspex (1), Dominate (2), Obfuscate (1), Celerity (1)   
     
     Personality and Traits: Smartass and playful nature. Always charming and friendly unless situation forces him otherwise. Has a self-serving unpredictable attitude. Slow to anger. Trademarked side smile.
     Speak with a strong irish accent.
     Not used to fighting, he carries a concealed sidearm, although he is not a very good shot. He is more likely to manipulate or outsmart others to change situations on his favor.
     Always move with graceful, cat-like movements. Notorious for that.
     
     --The Newcomers:
     
     
     
     It was a hot night. The sudden breeze was welcome, but it didn’t last long. Nick didn’t even remember how long was since the last time he had came to New York.
     Last time he had run into the sheriff, and it didn’t go well. This time around however the score was an easy one. He would be in and out without anyone even knowing.
     He looked at Lily, she was evidently getting impatient. They had been waiting for over an hour.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Can we go already?â€? – she whispered.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Patience is a virtue my dearâ€?
     He smiled and stood waiting for a while longer. Waiting until the kindred in the dark overcoat left. He had been following the artifact for over two months now. When he found that it was going to be held shortly at the museum, he couldn’t let the opportunity pass.
     Not alone however. No, the kindred in the overcoat gave him the creeps, he needed a bodyguard. And that’s where Lily came in.
     ´A woman got to eat´ Nick thought and then smiled with his trademark side smile.  
     When he was certain they were in the clear, he moved towards the backdoor of the Museum.
     Using the skills he had acquired over the years, he picked the lock on the door. He could do it even with his eyes closed now.
     He entered the pitch black museum and his eyes glowed brightly. For him it was clearer than outdoor in a sunny day, if he could remember how it used to look.
     The junction box was an easy pick, taking out the security system before it alerted the cops. The trick was to make it seem like the alarm was still active, child’s play really.
     Gamble smirked overconfident – “So far, so goodâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Can we turn the lights on now? I can hardly see a thing?â€?
     The bad part of Lily was that she was smart as a door, and subtle as a brick wall. The good part was that she was smart as a door, and subtle as a brick wall. She was easy to manipulate. She would never imagine that the elder had offered him three million dollars, instead of the two million he had told her. And if they would get in trouble, the brujah bird could beat the crap of any cop or kindred who stood on their way. In fact she was always itching for that.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No, the lights stay off. I told you already…five times. I can see it crystal clear, and no one will see usâ€?
     Nick sighed and took Lily by the hand, guiding her.
     Once they reached the safe, he knelled in front of it removing the tools from the inside pocked of his jacket and started working on the lock.
     Twenty minutes had passed, and it was turning to be more difficult than he first imagined. If he didn’t do it correctly, he would get the alarm on. There was a separated silent alarm for the vault, he didn’t count on it.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Could you hurry up already?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shut your gob Lily!â€? – he whispered – “Its like surgery, like art, you can’t rush it!â€?
     The click on the safe door came as music for his ears.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Sure you can!â€? – Lily replied oblivious to the fact that the safe was already open and crushed through the door with her potence – “See?â€?
     At once the alarm went on, the lights were quick to follow. The sudden change got Nick off guard, and it took a while to adjust his sight.
     The kindred in the dark overcoat stormed the room, with her gun aimed high.
     Nick cursed the brujah in his mind. He would have to do one hell of fast talking to get out of this mess. Maybe he could use dominate on her – “Look dear I…â€?
     The kindred smiled and lowered her gun.
     Before Nick could continue, Lily lunged on the kindred, smashing her body against the wall. When Lily used her celerity, she was just a blur to Nick.
      “What the hell you have done?â€? – Nick asked disturbed.
     The dagger. He needed to get the hell out of there, but not without what he had come for. Reaching inside the safe he grabbed the ancient silver dagger and placed it inside his jacket.
     With her potence, Lily lifted him like he had no weight whatsoever and carried him out of the museum using celerity.
     
     ***
     
     It was going to take some time before he could contact his buyer. He checked his left pocket and was relieved to see the dagger was still there.
     Lily entered the room with a broad smile on her face – “Let me see it!â€?
     He reached for the right pocket and took the other dagger he had with him. It was but a replica of the real one. Enough to fool idiots like her, but it would never work on the ventrue elder. He had no idea why the elder wanted it so badly, he didn’t even care.
     Once she was finished staring at the dagger, Nick placed it back on his right pocket.
     The kindred in the overcoat would be on his trail now, she had seen him. He had done a lot of stupid things, but hiring Lily as a bodyguard had to be the worst one.
     He went on the back room and started to pack. The kindred surely won’t be happy.
     Lily had followed closely and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him effortlessly – “Where the hell do you think you’re going?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I…â€? – it was hard to speak with her hand squeezing his throat – “We have to leave…the city, the…she might be on his way…we need to…need to…trust me…â€?
     She let go of him, and he fell to the ground, gasping.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You’re not leaving my sight until I get my million dollarsâ€?
     
     ***
     
     Nick was about to leave the building when he noticed the kindred in the overcoat climbing the stairs towards him. He went back in despair, but the only way out was blocked by the now approaching cainite.
     When he realized his situation, he uttered a curse – “Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an catâ€?, ‘May the cat eat you, and may the cat be eaten by the devil’.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will deal with herâ€?
     Nick turned to Lily amazed and laughed a nervous laughter - “Deal with her? Are you crazy? I saw her in action before…we need to get out of hereâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I told you, you won’t be leaving my sight until I get my moneyâ€? - she approached him with a menacing posture.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You’re the muscle dear, lead the way. I got your backâ€?
     They went back to the stairs, but the kindred were nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t have missed them, could she?
     The kindred suddenly reappeared out of nowhere and Lily attacked. Her punch barely missed her face. She reacted quickly and subjugated Lily with easy. She had tried to free herself, but in a question of seconds, she was nothing but ashes.
     Nick couldn’t do nothing but back away slowly, looking for an opportunity to flee.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“My, my…what a mess you got yourself into! My employers aren’t going to be happy you know?â€?
     The kindred slowly walked towards him, smiling – “Don’t think you will get away that easyâ€?
     Nick backed down, bumping into everything there was in his way. He fell, sitting on the floor, cornered by the kindred.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Wait, wait! Listen, there is no need for violence. It wasn’t my bloody fault. The brujah was gone in the head…listen, I got the dagger right hereâ€? – he reached for his right pocked and showed the fake dagger to him – “I have a buyer for it, he will pay me t…one million dollars. Help me out off this mess and I split it with you alright?â€?
     Nick forced a smile, but she could still see his hands shaking.  
     The kindred laughed – “Do you take me for a fool?â€?
     She grabbed Nick’s coat, got him up and reached for his left pocket collecting the real dagger. She laughed again – “Do you really think I would fall for that cheap copy? The Ventrue offered three millions, not oneâ€?
     Nick looked perplexed at her – “How…how do you know?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, he was bored and hired me. You certainly took your time Nicky. It was easy to get the stupid Giovanni to hire me to protect the dagger. And now that you stole it…I am home freeâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Are you going to turn me in?â€? – he asked
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hmm as far as I am concerned, the brujah thief is already dead. Unfortunately I couldn’t get to her before she sold the dagger to whoever hired her…â€?
     She let her overcoat fall to the ground and approached Nick, cornering him against the wall – “You got some impressive skills, I could use someone like you…what do you say partner?â€?
     Nick couldn’t stop himself from admiring her figure, he smiled a side-smile – “So, what you have in mind…partner?â€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“For now…â€? – she smiled and then grabbed Nick’s coat pushing him closer to her – “just shut your mouth long enough for me to kiss youâ€?
     
     
     
     
     
     Alyssa McCandless
     
     Clan: Lasombra
     
     Sect: Camarilla
     
     Embrace: Unknown
     
     Generation: 8th
     
     Appearance: Medium height, pale slightly pale skinned. Short black hair and deep green eyes. Slim figure. Very attractive.
     
     History: Alyssa was always an adrenalin addict. When she was still mortal, she was a very proficient martial artist and is very used to firearms. Those abilities were only sharpened with time after her embrace. She is a skilled assassin. She chose this line of work for the excitement of it, not the payment.
     
     Disciplines: Dominate (4), Obtenebration (2), Potence (3)   
     
     Personality and Traits: Alyssa is very secretive about her past. Born into a wealth venetian family. She doesn’t trust easily. She has been working with Nick for two years now.  
                           

     

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    Re: Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
    « Reply #6 on: November 12, 2005, 06:03:00 PM »
                   
     
     
     
     
     Thorn, the Promethean
     
     
     
     Clan: Brujah
     
     Sect: Independent
     
     Embrace: Unknown. Estimated around 1230 AD.
     
     Generation: 7th
     
     Appearance:  Tall, long brown hair, clear shaven, dark eyes. Muscular body. Attractive appearance.
     
     History: In life, Thorn was a warrior. That was all he knew to be. His body holds varied scars from several battles.
     It all changed when he met Katrina and fell in love at the young woman.
     In their wedding night, a frenzied tzimisce murdered everyone present in the ceremony and gorged on their blood. Thorn fought valiantly, but he was only a human and eventually fell mortally wounded.
     A Promethean Brujah found him, in the brink of death. The cainite took pity on his soul and embraced him. He was then introduced to unlife and learned the Promethean ideals under Magnus, his long gone sire.
     Thorn then devoted the next century to hunt down the tzimisce, especially the one who had murdered him.
     During his last confrontation with the tzimisce murderer, however, he found himself trapped in the collapse of the cave were the confrontation took place and fallen into torpor.
     Thorn now finds himself centuries later, awaken into a strange world. Weary, alone, and without a purpose.
     
     Disciplines: Celerity (3), Presence (2), Potence (5)   
     
     Personality and Traits: Thorn has a great hatred for the tzimisce that hadn’t diminished at all since his embrace. Always combat-ready, he rarely drops his guard.
     True to the Promethean ideal of harmony with mortals and the Via Humanitas.
     Others often regard to him as an inspiring figure.
     Already as a mortal, he was very proficient at swordplay. His ability has greatly evolved since the night of his embrace, but still sports a crude and unsharpened style.  
     Thorn keeps a gold chain with his dead fiancé wedding ring around his neck during all times.
     
     
     The forgotten:
     
     
     
     -- Somewhere in the old world, 800 years ago
     
     I am seeing all red. I hate that. Can’t think straight.
     
     It’s over. He is dead, I killed him. I slit his head from his body. All that is left of him is a pile of ashes on the floor. All in red. I have to calm myself.
     
     It’s over. He is dead, I killed him. Katrina, my family and my death, we are avenged. So why I still feel hollow? Why does the hatred still burn strong in me?
     Magnus warned me that it would happen. I didn’t listen, I couldn’t.
     
     He is dead. I never even knew his name. Doesn’t matter, it’s finally over. After over a century, it’s finally over. I am seeing in colors again. Good. I let my sword fall to the ground. The noise echoes in my ears.  
     
     The air is heavy. The entrance of the cave collapsed during the fight. Doesn’t matter, it’s over.
     
     The altar. The unholy altar of the blasphemous murderer. I tore it apart with my bare hands. Darkness surrounds me. I find myself holding Katrina’s wedding ring on my hands. I can’t let it go. I miss you.
     
     I lay down into the cold floor. Can’t let go of the ring.
     
     I am weak and hungry. I feel all my muscles stiffen, I can’t move. I watch as the last flickering candle die out and pray some sort of death might follow. I am tired. It doesn’t matter, it’s over.
     
     ***
     
     -- Somewhere in the old world, 5 days ago
     
     
     
     The entrance of the cave had been sealed for centuries. It had been a pain to get it clear. The young man cut his right hand in the process, blood pours from the wound.
     
     The cave is filled with dust and spider webs. No one had entered in centuries.
     
     The man knells over on the floor and grabs the sword. There is nothing special about it, its crumbling with age. Worthless. He is no archeologist. That’s not the reason why he came here.
     
     There is a body on the floor next to it. The clothes are torn and dusty. The man removes the spider webs from the corpse’s face. He almost falls back. It is incredibly conserved. His hand hurts. He shakes the pain away. Something glitters. An old ring. It looks valuable.
     
     ***
     
     Blood. I can smell it. I feel it in my mouth, just a few drops on my tongue. I am starving.
     I open my eyes. Someone is next to me. He is holding Katrina’s ring. A thief.
     
     I grab his arms. He struggle in fear, but the thirst is stronger in me. I push his hand closer to me. It’s bleeding. I gorge on the warm blood until there is no more. I drop the dry casket that was once a man.
     
     I rise to my feet. I am still weak, hungry.
     
     I am seeing all red. I hate that. Can’t think straight.
     
     It’s over. He is dead, I killed him. I walk over to the corpse. I never knew his name and I killed him. Don’t feel sorry. He is a grave robber, stealing from the dead. I am still hungry.
     
     Center yourself. Try to remember the Promethean ideals. Via humanitas. Remember what Magnus taught you.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬ËœThere comes a time in a vampire’s life that the thought of immortality seems temporarily unbearable´ he said. ´Immortality seems like a good idea at the time, until thou realizes thou art spending it alone´.
     
     He wanted company. I wanted revenge. Last I heard from him, he walked into the sun.
     
     Focus. Don’t digress. Take a deep breath, it will calm you. Inhale. Exhale. I am seeing colors again. Good. Something in the night air. Smoke and something…can’t make out.
     
     My clothes are destroyed. How long have passed? Decades?
     Face it. You are a relic old man. You are out of your time. Everyone you knew and loved are long gone. They are all dead. You should be rotting on a grave.  
     
     I knell and take his clothes. The shirt is too small, it rips when I try to put it on. The pants fit, barely. It’s a strange fabric. Never saw it before. Something written on it. Jeans. Never heard about it before.
     
     I feel weary. Alone. Can’t let go of the ring. No reason to keep on going.
     
     There is nothing for you here. Nothing but ashes and dead things. Nothing but pain and nightmares. No reason to stick around. She is still dead. She is not here. Have to keep moving. I miss you.
     
     I walk out of the cave.  There is only darkness.
     
     ***
     
     -- Somewhere in the old world, yesterday
     
     Four days and no human soul on sight. Feeding on small rodents. I am starving.
     
     Finally I spot lights on the distance. I close on then in a matter of seconds. I am starving.
     
     I hear voices. Strange dialect. Familiar, but nevertheless strange to my ears. Mortals. Fresh blood.
       
     ***
     
     Five mortals. They are alive. I had to drink from them all to satisfy the thirst.
     
     I feel strong again. They had better clothes. They fit this time. This long coat. I like it.
     
     There is food on the table. It’s still hot. I can almost remember how it used to taste.
     A map. I recognize some of the area. But those names…I never heard them before. A date…a year…2005! It can’t be! Six hundred years. I should be dead, rotting on a grave. My legs are shaking.
     
     Focus. I hear music. There is no one here. No one conscious anyway. It’s coming from that box. Never heard anything like that. ´Come on baby, light my fire´. Its different…I like it.
     
     Can’t stay here. The sun will come up within a few hours. Katrina I miss you. Come on baby, light my fire.  
     
     
     
     -- Somewhere in the old world, now
     
     
     
     
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“People are strange when you’re a stranger.
     Faces look ugly when you’re alone.
     Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted.
     Streets are uneven when you’re down.
     When you’re strange faces come out of the rain.
     When you’re strange, no one remembers your name.â€?
                          -- People are strange – the Doors

     
     
     
     I am mad. I have to be. This can’t be real. I must still be on the cave’s floor. Dreaming. But yet, it feels real.
     
     Buildings so tall. It makes me dizzy. Lights so bright, even during the night, yet it doesn’t harm me. The roads are parched with a black, hard substance as I never seem before. The people walk around oblivious to a vampire in their midst. Did they grow so bold that they ignore the dangers of the night?
     
     I grow faint.
     
     Focus. Don’t loose it. Rationalize. Did you expect the world would stay still for you, old relic?
     
     I see mortals, I watch they exchange products for green papers. Money it’s how they call it. It seems as valuable as gold was in my age.
     
     That music again. Come on baby, light my fire. I close in the source of the music. Several boxes. They all show me. Little versions of me follow my every movement inside those boxes. Magic. I smile. I try to touch the boxes, but there is an invisible wall.
     
     People walk by. They stare at me. A man pushes me around. He laughs, call me insane. I push back. His back hits against the invisible wall. It shatters into small pieces. Noise. Like nothing I heard before. It hurts my ears. I need to get out of here.
     
     ***
     
     Silence. Darkness. Good. Focus.
     
     A man approaches me.
     
     `Hey fella you ok?`
     
     Fella? What is a fella? He stares at me. He smiles. I don’t like his smile.
     
     ´Say…That ring looks valuable. I will take it`
     
     He points a small black pipe at me. Another thief. Does thou desire it? Then thou shall come and take it´ I demand to him indignant.
     
     I reach for my sword only to find its not there. It’s crumbling in that old cave floor. I feel naked without it.
     
     A deadly stone hurls out of the pipe. It hits me in the chest. Pain. I reach for his hand and chatter it. I hear his bones breaking. He screams.
     
     It wasn’t my intention to use so much force. My powers had augmented during my torpor. I have to be more careful until I can fully control it.
     
     His agony doesn’t last long. I push him closer to me and crave my fangs on his neck. I drink until he is dead. His body falls to the ground. I search him. I found a small piece of leather with a large sum of those green papers inside. I will hang on to it.
     
     I walk into the light again. Noise. Carriages of steel without horses move at great speed. A yellow one stops next to me. Something written on top of it. Taxi, what is a taxi?
     
     ´Need a ride? `, the man inside says with a strange accent.
     
     I nod. He opens the carriage door and I enter. It feels comfortable. The carriage starts moving.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬ËœYou look lost. You are not from around here, am I right? This isn’t a good place to be lost´
     
     I nod. I don’t belong here. I need to go somewhere. Somewhere I can learn about this age.
     
     ´You got that tourist look about you. I bet you are from overseas´
     
     Overseas.
     
     ´Are you from the Sates? United Sates? Need a ride to the harbor?´
     
     United States? ´Yes, I wish to be reunited´.  Katrina. Come on baby, light my fire.
     
     ´First I need a sword. Thy knowest any good weapon smith? ´
     
     ´Yes, in the matter of fact I do´. He starts talking about himself. Mentions he came from a place called India. Never heard about it. Listen, pay attention, and learn whatever you can.
     
     The metal carriage is called a car. I learn quite a bit. He likes to talk. We stop in front of a shop. The sign says ´Johan’s fun house of killing machines´.
     
     The driver follows me inside. ´I better go with you, I don’t trust that nutcase´
     
     ´Johan, move your lazy ass over here. You got a customer´ he says. An old man approaches me. He looks me up and down and gives me a dismissive look.
     
     ´What floats your boat? ´
     
     Boat? I don’t see any boats. Strange man. ´I seek a fine sword to replace the one I lost´
     
     
     ´Sword huh? Follow me´. The old man guides me to a back room of his shop and displays me his selection of swords, most of what is worthless junk.
     
     I finally gaze upon an exquisite claymore. Its black and gold handle is adorned with the face of a demon with fangs and dark eyes. It’s fitting. Once my enemies called me a demon in the field of battle. If they only knew.
     
     I handle the old man an amount of bills. He smiles at me with wide-open eyes. The driver grabs the money from his hand and screams at him. He then gives me back a few bills.
     
     ´You should be more careful with who you trust. The old nut job would steal all your money if I let him. Come on, I will take you to the harbor´
     
     I nod and give him my thanks. It’s good to see that there is still honesty in this strange world. I have to find others. The prometheans of this age.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The human race was dyin´ out
     No one left to scream and shout
     People walking on the moon
     Smog will get to you pretty soon
     Ship of fool, ship of foolsâ€?
            -- Ship of fools - The Doors

     
     For three days we cross the ocean in this metallic boat. All the other boats wanted something called a passport. The crew of this boat wanted only money. It insures they respect my privacy while I take refuge from the sun. They don’t seem to care who I am.
     
     They are a fun group, these Russians. They like to drink, dance and sing the strangest songs. I take the opportunity to learn all I can from them, taking most of the time to talk with the man and play games of chess with the captain. Magnus taught me this game. “It will sharpen thy mind, and thou must seek this as thou seek to sharp thy bodyâ€?, he used to say.
     
     The salt in the breeze is something unfamiliar to me. I am used to travel by earth. I can’t help to fell a bit sickly by the movement off the sea.
     
     I hear a scream in the upper deck and follow the commotion.
     
     One of the crewmembers is lying dead in a pool of his own blood. His neck torn apart, but there is too little blood. He was drained. There must be another vampire aboard. Strange I haven’t noticed any within the crew. I must find him, I have many questions.
     
     ***
     
     Two nights have passed since the first death. The bodies of the crew members are starting to pile up.
     
     Their suspicion falls on me. The nocturnal stranger.
     
     Whoever this vampire is, he managed to elude me and the mortals on this boat.  But is he who finds me. He stands in front of me laughing. Fresh blood drips from his chin.
     
     He motions me to follow, he don’t want to reveal himself to the mortals. We go to the basement of the boat, where the crew stores the cargo.
     
      “Who are you?â€?, he asks.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am Thorn, of the promethean brujahâ€?, I bow introducing myself.
     He is a strange cainite. He is of short stature, has thick long red hair and strange marks covering his face. He wears dark clothes, different from those I’ve seem from this age.  His fangs are big, so that his mouth almost can’t contain them. His eyes have an eerie glow.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Promethean?â€?, he laughs. “You can’t be serious!â€?
     
     I fell enraged by his lack of courtesy.  Ã¢â‚¬Å“Don’t presume to mock me! I am far older than thou would imagine!â€?. I spent the last six hundred years in torpor, but he doesn’t know it.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You are serious, aren’t you? My, my! Where have you been hiding all this time? Under a rock?â€?, he laughs.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Inside one wouldst be most accurate!â€?, he looks puzzled at me and it’s my turn to laugh at him.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am new to this age, I seek other prometheans and all knowledge thou may impart meâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Other Prometheans, huh? Hmmm…you sound old. The prometheans are long dead, except for those at the Inconnu.â€?
     
     Dead? This cant be true.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You want a boon, don’t you? I can satisfy your curiosity, if you do as I askâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Name thy priceâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I see the way you walk around the cattle, you seek friendship with them, don’t ya? Huh. What I ask is that you do nothing while I slaughter themâ€?
     
     Cattle. What manner of beast is he to refer to the humanity as cattle?
     
      “Thou needst not kill while feedingâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, don’t you think I know that?â€?, he says mockingly. “But where is the fun in that? When this ship reaches the port everyone will be dead. The camarilla will have a hard time covering this up! It will be for the glory of the sabbat!â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Camarilla? Sabbat? I knowest not what thou speakest, but I won’t allow thee to kill mortals for thy amusement! I will destroy thee for the atrocity thou hath committedâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Stupid do-gooder Samaritan! Do you think killing me will save those that are already destined to death?â€?
     
     I feel a sharp pain to my left side. I look down and see sharp blades coming out of his wrists, piercing my body. I reach for my sword, but he is fast and stabs me with his left hand. I arch my back in pain and fall into a pile of boxes.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will diablerie your old promethean bloodâ€?
     
     I am seeing all in red, I hate that!! I have to focus.
     
     He closes his fangs to my neck. A mistake, his last one. I reach his head with both hands and use my force to crush his skull. He dies screaming.
     
     The mortals are outside the cargo hold. They were attracted by the screams.
     
     They stare at me unsure. They realize I killed something unnatural, something that was killing them. They realize I am something unnatural.
     
     For the reminder of our trip they stay away from me, out of fear and respect.  This makes me feel alone. I feel sorrow for the woman I lost centuries ago.
     
     The encounter with the strange vampire gave me more question than answers.  What happened to the prometheans? What is a camarilla, or a  sabbat?  
     
     I see land on the horizon. It’s immense. The strange electrical lights, as they call it, cover most of the land before me.
     
     I better vanish once we reach the port. It shouldn’t be hard in a vast land like this one.
     
     
     
     
                           

     

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    Re: Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
    « Reply #7 on: February 09, 2006, 07:02:00 PM »
                   
     
     The Legend of Blake
     
     The enigmatic dream child. The delicious atrocity.
     Blake sat on the bed and stared out to the open window, lost in thoughts. A light breeze was coming from the north, playing with the heavy curtains. She must have opened the window after the sun set.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Something wrong?â€?
     He looked back at Jenny and smiled. “Sleep my dear.  I'm hungry, and the city awaitsâ€?.
     Blake got up and dressed an expensive wool suit. Black, like it always had been his style.
     
     He cruised at the empty streets enjoying the familiarity of those same streets, this place he had chosen for his home.  He stopped only when he reached the “Werewolfâ€?, the club he had became an assiduous costumer. There was good music and the ever crowded establishment had a fair amount of beautiful faces, quickly becoming his preferred feeding ground.
     The bouncer stepped back and gave him a courteous smile, not that he had any choice in the matter. Blake used his presence to get in, he had no patience for such trivialities as bribing his way in.  
     
     He sat there, near the bar, appreciating the music for a while. A method he often used, letting his prey approach him instead of actually looking. Blake never had a problem in this way, just had to wait until it was an appealing woman that came out to him.
     
     ***
     
     It wasn’t until around 4 am that he resolved to return to his haven. He wanted to spend some time with Jenny, there was the possibility that she would be sleeping, and if so, he would not disturb her. But that was a chance he was willing to take.
     
     But something was wrong by the time he had arrived. He had felt it even before entering the building. The door was unlocked, and the power apparently cut out. He drew his twin pistols and aimed them high as he entered the haven. Regardless the little light, he could see clear signals of struggle. Jenny. Blake was on the verge of panicking, but fought to control himself. If he lost it, he wouldn’t be able to help her.
     He raced to the bedroom and found it pretty much in the same state of the living room, and leaning against the window, there was the form of a woman. He would recognize her anywhere, not that kindred could change much over the years, but her form was incurably stricken on his mind.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Briannaâ€?, the words rolled out of his lips. “Where is she? If you harmed her in any way, I swear…answer me!â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“My childe. This little mortal really means a lot to you, doesn’t she?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“More than you shall ever know. Now tell me, or I swear I will beat an answer out of youâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You would really be capable of it, wouldn’t you?â€? she replayed, obviously displeased. “I haven’t harmed her, I can assure you this. The ventrue however, I can’t say…she did put quite a fight, your little petâ€?
     
     Blake sensed the beast screaming for release inside of him and while holding Brianna by her shoulders, gave her a rough shake, as if hoping to force a response out of her. “Tell me what has happened to her. If this venture harmed her, neither he nor you will survive the night!â€?
     
     She moved away from and looked at him with a plain face. “The ventrue is no allied of mine. I only came as an act of respect for you. Something I now see was a misjudgment of my part. The ventrue you want is someone you known well. Julie is her nameâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Liar!â€?, Blake felt the blood burn inside his veins. “She left this city, and she wouldn’t dare to return! Never! Why would she do such a thing?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You do not believe me. I should expect this much. I imagine she wants the same as me, and that’s you. But don’t take my word for itâ€?, she said handling him a sheet of paper and disappearing in a blur.
     
     ***
     
     The place was an old sector of the docks. Blake never had a reason to wander through this places since the last battle  between the anarchs and the camarilla, but the place should held no secrets for him, or at least shouldn’t.  
     
     One of the warehouses was locked, and a new lock by the looks of it. He could simply shoot it, but it would alert the occupant. The walls on the second floor proved to be an easier and quieter way in. And from there he could see, her.
     
     Without a second thought he grabbed his katana and jumped down, landing behind her without a noise. He could have finished her right there, but held himself. If so, he could lose Jenny.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Julieâ€?
     She turned back startled. A quick smile crossed her lips, but quickly vanished after noticing the weapon on his hands.
     
     Blake moved towards her, slow but nevertheless steady advance, hatred in his eyes, while she moved back cautiously. “Blake…â€? she muttered before grabbing a pistol on her belt. She managed to fire a couple of perfectly aimed shots at his chest before he jumped at her with uncanny speed, making they both crash through the front door.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Where is her?â€? he asked trough clenched teeth while pounding her head against the ground. He hissed letting his fangs exposed after avoiding yet another shot of her gun. He was indeed surprised that she had managed to keep the weapon after the fury of his attack. With a quick swipe of his sword she was separated from the weapon. Only a quick reaction from her part avoiding the loss of her hand.
     
      “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?â€? Blake screamed, lunging at her again before succeeding to the beast inside him. With the fierce impact of his attack, the both fallen into the murk black waters under the pier.
     
     ***
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Jenny!â€?
     
     Blake waked the next night, to found himself sitting on a bed. The simple act provoked by instinctive reaction of fear for her.
     
     He wasn’t able to hide his surprise when he found her standing beside him, Brianna. A wide smile on her lips.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Welcome my loveâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What is going on?â€? he asked, obviously confused.
     
     She gave him a cryptic smile. “Oh, I’m going to tell your fortune. I’m going to raise the dead. I’m going to screw your head. I’m going to make you mine. I’m going to break free!â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Julie…?â€?
     
     There was a noise at the door. It opened and a terrible creature entered. Formed of flesh and bone, the terrifying vision of a fleshcrafted tzimisce.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The ventrue is still aliveâ€? he said with an ominous voice that sounded like to be a multitude of different voices horribly crafted into a single one, “With a convenient stake pierced through her heart. She still can be useful to drive away the remnants of the camarilla. You did a great job getting her to us. Just as planned. Oh…? I see you still don’t understand? Very well, I will indulge your curiosity. We knew she was here. Some twisted kind of…love for you, she came here hoping to bring you to her side. Once her camarilla allies realize her disappearance, they will blame the anarchs for this. And once they destroy each other in another war, the sabbat will take control of this damned city once and for all!â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Monster!â€? Blake eyes grown wider as he grabbed his sword and jumped at the tzimisce, “You used me. Jenny, what have you done to her?â€?
     
     The tzimisce moved slightly, but enough to easily avoid his attack. And in return lunged a deadly blow that smashed Blake against the wall.
     The fiend walked up to him and pressed his feet against his head. Blake in turn found himself unable to escape the creature’s grasp.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Don’t nurture any fantasies that you can defeat me whelp. I am far older and powerful that you can ever dream off. Cease this foolishness, you belong to me now, as your sire does!â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“NO!â€? Blake screamed raising his head from the ground.  Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will never be the puppet, let alone of a twisted abomination like you. Tell me where she is now, or I swear…â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“YOU SWEAR NOTHING! WHELP! I watched as you indulged in some crazy sense of goodness, of self-importance, YOU ARE NOTHING!â€?
     
     
     Blake attempted another strike, but was yet again easily overcome by the tzimisce. Taking hold oh his arm, he broke Blake’s hand, forcing his sword towards Blake’s own body, nailing him against the wall.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Worthless toreador. You are useless to me now. Your place in this is over. You still exist only because I allow it, because your sire wishes it so. I decided to indulge her, but don’t overstep your boundaries. If you persist, I will destroy youâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Please Ragnosâ€? Brianna said with a pale complexion that had nothing to do with the usual pale cast of her skin, “I don’t wish to lose you. Your mortal is still alive. Wield and the master will have us at his side. Wield I beg of youâ€?
     
     With a sigh, the tzimisce left the room. Now Blake knew his name, Ragnos. He who just had beaten him so completely. He was indeed too powerful for him.
     
     Brianna removed the sword from Blake’s chest letting he fall to the ground. Sitting next to him she placed his head on her leap and stroked his hair tenderly.
     
     Blake was in the brink of losing his conscience in virtue of the wounds caused by the fiend. “I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for half-century. I longed for death, I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of livingâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No one could resist me, not even you, Blakeâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬?I triedâ€?
     
     She smiled, “And the more you tried, the more I wanted youâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Tell me, this mortal. Is she worth it?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for. Amenâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“She is still alive my love. I kept her safe for youâ€?
     
     He sighed relieved. She was still alive. He had the first lesson back on RavenMill, that he wouldn’t be always around to protect her. That others would use her to get to him. Something he couldn’t not allow to happen. She should be protected from any evil at any cost, even his unlife.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselvesâ€?
     
     Had he been speaking out lout, or Brianna was reading his mind?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life. In the end, a lie is always a lie. I thought you knew that from the beginningâ€? he replayed to her, closing his eyes.
     
     ***
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hey kiddo, time to bust this joint…HEY LAZY-BOY WAKE UP!â€?
     
     Blake opened his eyes to find himself holding Markus wrist between his hands and gulping the blood furiously. His strength quickly returning.
     He let go of the wrist and forced himself to get up on his feet. He did his best to burn all the blood he received from the grangel to avoid being blood bounded to him. Soon enough his wounds were closed.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“How did you find me?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I saw that bitch leaving your place kiddo. Somehow I could tell she was up to no good.  It was a bit hard finding you, but I got just in time to see them fishing you out of the harbor. You and that ventrue. Want to talk about what’s your deal with that camarilla girl after all?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I don’t want to open up, I don’t want to share my feelings. I want to find that monster, and I want to look him in the eye. Then, I am going to share my feelingsâ€?
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I dragged her into this, and they have Jenny too. We need to rescue themâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Saving a cammy? Hell. The enemy of my enemy…can kiss my ass too.
     Ahhh! Hell kiddo! Let me call reinforcements. We will kill every last sabbat rat bastard!â€?
     
     Blake grabbed Markus and looked him fiercely in the eyes, “Listen to me Markus, I got a score to settle. Ragnos is mine, you either help me or get the hell out of my way!â€?
     
     If he was anyone else, Markus would turn him to ashes without bating an eye. However he liked the kiddo. In turn he laughed with that creepy laugh of his.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You are crazy Blake! That’s what I like about you! I know where they are, I bet you won’t going to like it…â€?
     
     ***
     
     For 30 years he had avoided that place. Yet he found his way back there with hardly an upward glance. The old catacombs under the city. The place where he was tortured to the very brink of insanity.
     
     He found his way just when the sun was about to die. It took all the strength and self-control he could muster to stay awake during the day. Ragnos was an unstoppable force, he knew that. But during the day, he was helpless to an attack.
     
     Only four ghouls stand as guards to their master, only four bullets needed. Head shots, quick deaths.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Merciful death. How you love your precious guiltâ€?
     
     He looked and found Brianna standing behind him. For a split second he was surprised by the fact she could stand during the day as well.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What you are going to do?â€? a smile widened on her lips, “Kill me?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The thought crossed my mindâ€? he aimed his pistols at her, “Any reason I shouldn’t?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh my love, the enigmatic dream child. The delicious atrocity. You are so marvelously gullible my dear boy. Do you think that sorry excuse for a grangel would find you if I hadn’t wished so?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You used me, all along! You want is freedom from that damned creature!â€?
     
     He fired, but in a blur she had disappeared. His shots only hit the wall.
     
     Blake pressed further in the catacombs. And there he was, lying on a carved wooden casket, Ragnos. Helpless.
     
     Fire. Blake soaked the casket and corpse of the twisted monster with alcohol and lighted the funeral pyre. He watched as the screaming Ragnos contorted his own body around his burning flesh. The flaming creature jumped at him awkwardly, and with a quick swipe of his sword, the tzimisce head left its body.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“When you get to hell, say that Blake sent you there!â€? His wasn't the most original approach to the problem: An eye for an eye, the oldest principle of revenge. Old as dirt, still going strong, “A dishonorable end for a creature without honorâ€?  
     
     Markus and the anarchs were just outside the catacombs, waiting nightfall to finish the remaining sabbat. He would free Julie, and allow her to leave.
     
     Jenny was easy to find. Her perfume lead him over the stench of Ragnos burning remains, now only a small pile of bones, ashes mingled with burning wood.
     
     He found her tied to a chair, a few minor bruises visible, but she was fine.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Forgive me for this. I never wished any harm for you. But as long as you stay, others will try to use you to get to me…I can’t have your death on my headâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And who will take care of me my love, my dark angel, when you are gone? No. It’s my choice to stay at your side. If you leave me I shall search for you as long as I can breatheâ€?
     
     He gave her a little smile. “You are impossible!â€?
     She had said this phrase to him so many times before, and he knew she enough of a hard-head to speak truth. He knelled next to her and kissed her forehead, “And you are right. Existence without you would be just unbearable. I’m bound to you as you are bound to meâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now comeâ€? he said removing the ropes that were restraining her, “I feel its time we let this city behindâ€?
     
     ***
     
     
     
     I walked all night, I walked as I had walked years before when my mind swarmed with guilt at the thought of killing. I had thought of all the things I had done, and couldn't undo. And I longed for a moment’s peace.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                           

     

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    Re: Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
    « Reply #8 on: February 09, 2006, 07:07:00 PM »
                    Gabriel Logan
     
     
     Clan: Malkavian
     
     Embrace: Unknown
     
     Generation: Unknown
     
     Appearance:
     
     
     
     Average height, short black hair. Pale skinned. Black, lifeless eyes (sensible to light). Muscular build. Has a unique tattoo on his left eye.
     
     History: Unknown
     
     Disciplines: Chimerstry (4), Auspex (1), Dementation (2), Obfuscate (1)   
     
     Personality and Traits: Logan has absolutely no recollection of his mortal life. The nature of his embrace, the ability to use chimerstry and distinguishing marks a mystery even to himself.
     He is tormented with nightmares off his flesh being burnt, and constant hallucinations. This can cause reactions from temporary catatonia to violent, psychotic behavior.
     Capable of projecting his voice, giving him a supernatural ominous voice that can still fear in the heart of mortals and the weak-minded kindred.
     Logan has a somber, acid and fatalist personality. Rarely at easy in presence of others.
     
     
     Gabe
     
     I awake with the sounds of my own screams as always. I still can smell the stench of my burning flesh, feel the heat of the fire on my body. And almost inaudible under my screams, someone is always laughing.
     I promise, once I find whoever is behind this, whatever hell I send him to, it will feel like heaven when I finish.
     It’s the same night after night. They say a vampire cant dream, but I have nightmares. Perhaps I just think I do. I can’t really tell if it’s a repressed memory or not. It feels way too real and constant not to, and if it is, it’s the oldest recollection I have of my past.
     
     There are a lot of things about myself that I don’t know. My name for starters, I don’t even know it. Gabriel Logan is someone I created. I rather have people calling me Gabe, than lunatic.
     A lot of things don’t add up. My unique appearance, the supernatural thingy on my voice, when and how I picked the ability to use chimerstry. I heard the ravnos use it. Maybe I committed diablerie, maybe I learned from a ravnos, maybe my hallucinations triggered it or maybe I am just the result of some twisted experiment, I don’t know. Maybe I just chose not to. Last thing I remember is to wake up screaming, like it happened just now. It happens every night, and it goes back as far as I can remember.
     
     I have this ghoul, Izzy, the hottest shrink I ever saw. She tried to analyze me once, it only served to scare the hell out of her.
     
     I try to stop shaking while I glance at the mirror. An alien face stares back at me, with lifeless black eyes and pale complexion. It takes me a while to figure it’s my own face.
     I reach for the sunglasses and wear them to mask my eyes. The sun has set, and the hunger is growing inside of me.
     
     The night air is cold, and the streets are dark with something more than night. I walk between the crowds unnoticed. They are all too consumed by their own lives to care. Consciously I choose the emptier streets, hiding away from the noise and the bright lights that sting my eyes.
     
     I wander alone through the back streets looking for a suitable prey. Waiting it to find me rather than hunting. The good thing is that you never have to wait too long. He has been following me for a couple of blocks, waiting for the perfect time to attack the lonely stranger. Helpless little me.
     
     The wicked are always coward, hiding in the dark like roaches. Preying on those who have the bad luck of crossing their path.
     I love those types. No matter what you do to them, you don’t feel bad.
     
     His blood slit down my throat, burning my veins in its passage. Go ahead, take one of his cigarettes, it will help.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Got you smoking there buddy!â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You shut the hell up, you’re dead. I am just hallucinating, so shut the hell upâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It tells you something about your state of mind, doesn’t it? Got you hearing things, got your nerves shot. Got you smoking. You know its true, nobody ever really quits. A smoker is a smoker when the chips are down, and your chips are downâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am fine, you shut the hell upâ€?
     
     The blood in my veins feels like it’s boiling, threatening to make my body burst into flames. I smell the stench of my burning skin again and start screaming into the night. I wake up to find myself cornering in the alley, hugging my knees and sobbing uncontrollably. A strange sense of loss overcomes me. How long have I been like this? It fells like days, but apparently only minutes passed while I was lying down next to a broken husk that was once a man, blank eyes staring at me.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, you’re screwedâ€?
     
     This time I can’t bring myself to tell him to shut up. Sure he is dead. Sure that I am just hallucinating that he is talking. None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right.
                           

     

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    Interview With The Vampire (Blake)
    « Reply #9 on: February 11, 2006, 12:09:00 PM »
                    Blake Corvin (Revisited)  
     
               
     
     
     Clan: Toreador
     
     Sect: Independent
     
     Embrace: Sometime in the late 1970s
     
     Generation: 8th
     
     Appearance:
     
     
     
     Tall, pale skinned, long brown hair, bright green eyes (close to yellow). Athletic body.
     Has a scar across his left eye, acquired before his embrace in a car accident and a toreador clan symbol tattooed on his right shoulder. Wears a werewolf fang on a silver chain around his neck.
     Dressed always in dark stylish garments, attractive fellow.
     
     History: A talented guitar player of some fame, with a hothead. Easy to anger, Blake had soon to learn to defend himself. He practiced boxing and can hold his own well in a hand-to-hand combat.
     He was embraced in the late 70´s by an attractive and mysterious toreador women called Brianna Xavier and abandoned after, forced to figure out his new reality on his own account.
     He managed to keep some of his family wealth and possessions and became somewhat a patron of arts.
     
     Disciplines: Auspex (2), Celerity (3), Presence (2)
     
     Personality and Traits: Blake has changed since the kidnapping of his ghoul by the sabbat. After losing the hero, “good guyâ€? hero complex, he has taken a more arrogant and selfish approach to his unlife. Let the kindred play out their schemes, and let God sort them out.
     
     
     
     
     Reborn
     
     I walk down the night streets alone. Fearless. Partially because, well I’m simply too dumb to feel fear. Fun fact: I had to die to appreciate life. The truth is that it almost took the life of someone dear to me…
     
     Sure, I had it all when I was alive. Fame, talent, looks, money. I was just a spoiled little brat that never gave any importance to anything. And when I die, what I do? I take the whole damned word on my shoulders. Get into some silly super-hero hype nonsense and start playing super-vampire good toochies? Man…when I start out to make a fool of myself there's very little can stop me. That’s just…well stupid! Let the anarchs, camarilla, and sabbat have their wars. Let God sort'em out, I’m through with it.  Decency and integrity are fancy words, but they never kept anybody well fed. And I’ve got quite an appetite.
     
     Feels like a big weight has just been removed from my shoulders, and for the first time I feel free. I was too worried about being cursed, that I didn’t enjoy it.
     
     The smell of fresh blood draws my attention. Bah, doesn’t it always? I’m a vampire for hells sake! Just around the corner, a work of art, the twisted psychotic type. Looks like cleanup on aisle 4. Cops all over the place.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Sorry pal. Crime scene. Take a hikeâ€? one of them tells me, “If I were you I would get out of this part of town. The sicko who done that may still be around, it’s dangerous to be out this nightâ€?
     
     Dangerous. It sounds kind of fun. That bad thing inside of me gets all aroused by the smell of the blood. A quick smile crosses my lips.
     
     He is right, the artist is still around. Over there in the corner, hiding in the darkness, I can still smell flesh blood on his hands. He got interrupted by the police. Man…he is such a klutz, and those cops are just too stupid to notice him. A kindred. I let him know I spotted him there. He starts moving away in a hurry…what? He thinks he can outrun me? I could just catch him up and finish it quickly, but what would be the fun in that?  
     
     He starts throwing weary glances back at every corner. And when we are far enough of the cops, I just get in front of him. The guy bumps into me and falls sitting in the street. I can barely control a laugh.
     
     His hands reach for a gun. He shots me a couple of times in the chest. I could just have moved to avoid the bullets, but it wouldn’t cause that dramatic effect.
     
     You think you’ve got a right to get away with murder, and I imagine you often do. But not me.
     
     And just then he talks, “The devil sent you? I knew he would come for me, for my offering!â€?
     Can you believe this guy?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes, he got a message for youâ€?, the words just rolled out of my mouth. “He…what was that again? He…no, that’s not it…â€?. I pretend to be in deep thought, the looks in his face is priceless.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh yeah, right…you’re an idiot!â€?
     Isn’t this a kick in the pants! This time around I can’t hold the laughter, neither have I wanted to.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I won’t lead his army? I am his chosen!â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well hello Mr. Fancypants. You ain't leadin' nothing but two things, pal. Jack and shit. And Jack left townâ€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I…â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ever heard of a time out? Because the next time you talk, I'm gonna knock you the hell out!â€?
     
      “Son of a…â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, now I'm really pissed off! ... what are ya waitin' for... christmas?â€?
     
     Death is not so bad. There are far worse fates than it.
     
                           

     

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