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The sound of a car alarm rang through my ears like an earth quake, the internal sound of my groan was far louder than I remembered. I try to think as I sit up on the grime coated mattress, my cloth wrapped hand covering my left half of my face, as if this would stop the throbbing pain in my head. I don't remember drinking or getting in a fight or even being mugged... In fact I don't remember anything at all. I blink away the grogginess and start to tune out the throbbing and annoying ass car alarm, and the crickets, and the rats, and the dripping of the pipes, and someone snoring outside. I know these sounds but why can I hear them? I look around, confirming that this all couldn't possibly be next to my ear. Ok, let's recap. My name, Calvin, I go by Cal. Check. I'm twenty something years dead. Check. I've been all but entirely homeless for the past few years. Check. Now why can I hear everything like it's a fly in my ear? I slide my feet the three inches that's needed to touch the cold floor and stumble to a standing position, body feeling like it's about to unload my last meal. I feel sick. Thirsty.

Grumbling out words not even I understand, I make way to my fridge, yanking it open and sighing a bit, no refreshing, cool, artificial, air to greet me, the power must have been cut, again. I reach in grabbing the warm beer bottle and reaching forth, yanking off the cap in annoyance. I toss it back only to spit it up, my stomach turning over again, gagging and throwing the bottle to the side. That was a mistake. My ears ring once more as the glass shatters off the floor and my head screams in pain again, "What the fuck!" I scream in annoyance, throwing my arm out as if to attack this sound that was reverberating in my ears, panting hard as it lands on the counter and I lean against it. I was hungry. I run my mangled hand up the side of my face, pulling on the long hair there and growling. I look at the door and head toward it, my tank top barley enough to stay warm, yet that was the furthest thing from my mind, I needed food. My eyes were glaring hard and I could tell. What the hell happened last night? I don't care, this bum looks tasty. He's so warm I can smell it from the stoop of my apartment. He's just sitting there in the corner of the hallway, probably asleep. Or drunk. I don't care, I just... want... to...feed? I shake my head and lick my lips, feeling the point of my teeth, were they always that sharp? I shiver softly, feeling my tongue slide along the edge of the tooth tot he tip, pricking my muscle. I wince a bit and growl, looking at that bum again, his name was Doug, but that's all I knew. I didn't care. I walked, quickly, toward him, reaching down, yanking him up, his groggy eyes opening part-way, grunting as his feet are dislodged from the floor. I don't know why, but I've sunk my teeth into his neck and the only resistance I got was a yelp and a quickly fading pressure to my chest. I pulled my mouth from his scarf coated throat and dropped him, backing away. I was so... fulfilled. Like I'd just had the best crack in the world, but I was so terrified. I had just bit into this guy's throat and...

I'm running now. Sprinting down the stairs and out into the cold, dark, world, rain pelting my face and sliding down my cold flesh. I want to shiver but I'm not cold anymore. I look around, everything seems so defined now, the water drops, the splashing, the rats running along the street, the sound of the car alarm still blaring and I catch the lights flaring and dying just a block away. I grab either side of my head, bending over and tensing every muscle in my body, what the fuck was going on?! I scream out in frustration and confusion, I can't think anymore. I just have to run. A pack. I need a pack. My need to howl. I turn toward the tunnels and start sprinting. Fifty steps in I'm bending over and thrusting arms back and forth, where am I going? I lunge forward, my body creaking, my muscles tightening, switching functions. What am I doing? My paws hit the sidewalk, splashing in a puddle as my hind legs follow, pushing my forward. Run. Fear. Prey. Predators near. Hide. Feed. Hide. Run.

Chapter 1

High Class Fangs

The sigh was far more exasperated in my head than I think it came off as. The theatre seat was flat and worn from years of usage and years more of decline, making my ass more numb than I thought was possible after undeath. My lacey armlet was the only thing interesting here, this confirmed by the hundreds of times I'd already traced my eyes over the patterns within it. LaCroix was annoying me at this point with his banter about order and rules and laws and other bullshit that we all were abiding by until tonight apparently. Some lowly idiot decided to Sire without permission of any sort. Right, like this wasn't happening elsewhere as we spoke. The only reason this asshole was caught was because LaCroix had a vendetta. My fingers splay along my cold, smooth, cheek, nails so subtly digging into my flesh as I glance aways down, smirking as Isaac eyes up Therese for the millionth time.

"This is bullshit!" My eyes snap to the rapturous, cute, and loud Nines Rodriguez, the Prince must have said something quite disturbing to get the Anarch to rise so suddenly. Oh yes, he was about to kill this poor fledgling. My eyes peer over this poor girl, LaCroix not-so-subtly changing his verdict mid-sentence. So crude. He might be a few years, decades, older than me but he acts like he's still in his teens. Well, this fledgling would be of some interest til they bit the proverbial bullet. I didn't care much, I was here to explore the world and doubted I'd be here long. After the poor girl was ushered off stage it was time for my entry into the spot light. I knew most of the key players but now I'd get a good look at them all. Nines and LaCroix were the loudest and easiest to pick out as well as find information on, the rest were more reclusive as per the preference I'm sure. "Oh, before we conclude I'd like to introduce our newest influence to our community, Trisha." The Devil's tongue could not sound more conniving. I smile politely and walk toward the stage, jumping up onto it and bowing my head politely, my dress modest but beautiful red, no scarlet, silk. It didn't hug me like some prostitute ware, but still gave a nice feel to my hips and chest, modest as it were. "Thank you, dear Prince, and thank you, the fine Primogen of LA. I hope to get to know you all fairly soon..." I was going to say something else but a quick decision not to fumble my words. It was like some force had claimed my eyes, I knew this feeling for I'd felt it a few times before. Still, it roused my interest and fear. My only saving grace being that the dead could not blush. I quickly summoned my courage and my ability to speak again, "For instance, I do not know you, Miss...?" I said with a forced smile. This wasn't because I didn't want to smile by any means, this was a fear of coming off oddly. Every Toreador had this in a different way and she was obviously older than myself, so she handled it better. Her voice came forth, it was like the smoothest blood from some rich, well fed, college student, it ran down my throat and spine in tandem, forcing me to resist the urge to shiver. It was like a whisper in my ear that didn't even hint at a crack in the voice. It was beauty in the form of voice. It made my heart beat again. "My name is Velvet Velour..." She said and those five words made me melt, it was all I could do to stay standing and not crumble right then and there. Her eyes were staring back into mine, she knew what was going through my head and knew exactly what I was feeling. The coy, all knowing, smirk on her beautiful velvety lips belittled and invigorated me all in one simple flexing of the facial muscles. I smiled back finally with more confidence, "Lovely..." I say only because I could not think of a better term or phrase to spew out, still this was not doing justice as a reply to the blessing she just bestowed upon me.

It took several silent seconds before I realized what was going on. I yanked myself begrudgingly away, looking forth, "Ah, yes. Therese, I see your sister did not attend? Nines of the Anarchs I see you and your Kindred, Isaac you too." I winked to the latter of the list, smiling to him as he even gave me a once over now that I was looking at him. I reached up, gently twirling my white strands of hair to fit them over my ear. "I appreciate the warm welcome and hope to inspire and..." I glance and lock eyes with Velvet, "... be inspired..." I force myself to look away again, smiling still, "By you all. Thank you." I turn toward LaCroix and nod as I hurry off the stage, wishing I could feel that rush of rapid, nervous, heart beats just to know that I was feeling that same high I remember only glimpses of when I was a mortal.

I felt weak for once in my unlife, well not the first time, but the first time in ages. I rest a petite, pale, hand across my chest, checking for a beating of my heart, only to be dismayed by the stillness there. I stand straight, far enough down the alley of seats to not really be noticed as I look at the back of Velvet's head, the warm, red, hair glaring back at me. I gasp, eyes widening as she turns only slightly, her eye catching the both of mine and captivating them. What most people don't know is that the smile does not come from the lips as most think, it comes from the eyes. The leaning of the eye lids into each other slightly and the crinkling of the lightest bits of flesh at the corner of her eye said more than her mouth ever could in this moment. It was smirking, mockingly and assuring me at the same time, the convoluted expression weakening me further as the entire eye closed in a wink before turning back forward.

I swallow as my throat went as dry as the Sahara. I needed to feed. I hurry from the theatre and gulp again, panting some and heading away out toward Confession. My dress trailed behind like black water draping off my lithe and curvacious form. The doors of the club open for me as someone leaves and I slip in like a shadow and into the main floor of the club. There a lone boy sat at the bar, my mouth wetting to momentary quench my thirst before I fed.

My ass was well rewarded by the up-to-date cushion of the bar stool, a far cry from the cushion of the theatre. He goth punk boy jumped a tad, his hands wrapped around a glass of scotch that he'd not touched for some time, if at all. I smile kindly at him, eyes leering, comforting him, "Now, what's a cute little thing like you doing all alone here?" I cooed to him, resisting the urge to lick my parched lips. Regardless of my lacking of truth to the statement, all I could do was see her, Velvet, in my mind's eye. "Oh, uhm, hi. I'm... cute?" He asked, oh the poor lad. I giggled girlishly more for effect than anything, reaching forward, drawing the back of my nails across his cheek, this was too easy and I was ok with this. I nodded with my hand motion, my nail reaching the part of his neck where his hairline met flesh, and intertwined my fingers into it, sliding it back to cradled the knot we all have there on the back of our heads. I lean into him, using innate magics that we are reborn with to command his submission and the closing of his eyes as I move past his lips to his throat, my hair veiling my actions, fang barred. The flesh gave way so easily and some morbid, blood obsessed, part of my mind found this erotic. However all thoughts stopped now save the monitoring of the boy's pulse as his warm, succulent, blood, flowed into my parched mouth and soaked my tongue and throat once more, reinvigorating my powers and body together.

I pulled back after a few moments, lapping his throat shut and leaning him over the bar, letting him rest his eyes and head as I slipped off the stool, licking my lips and like a shadow, vanishing out the front doors. The cool air of night cutting into my flesh wonderfully, looking out toward the street, the wall that entered the courtyard in front of the club was occupied by a lovely couple who were making out. I stared for a while, musing. I wished we did not need to hide from the world, things would be far more beautiful if we didn't have to veil it in these shadows. I wanted to, at this moment, approach this tantalizing couple and show them everything, tell them everything. I wanted to explore their own world in the process. The thing telling me I couldn't were these blasted laws that would make my own life a very ugly place. I scowled a bit and bowed my head as the rain began to fall from the dark sky, wetting my hair, making it drag down to either side of my face after a minute, my walks beginning to take me forth and back into the darkness.

I'm walking for an hour, trapped in my own thoughts so much so that I didn't notice a coat being pulled over my shoulders. I lift my head quickly, like prey caught out, prey that normally didn't get caught out. A kind smile returning my fearful gaze, a smile that I hardly expected. Nines Rodriguez's smile. "You shouldn't be around these parts if you are going to lose yourself to your thoughts." He said in that gruff yet young voice of his. I gave a half chuckle and nodded, turning forward, "For an Anarch you sure are a softy." I retort in some attempt to regain some dignity. He chuckles a bit himself, "I don't care for your Camarilla kissing ass, but I also can't let a pretty lady meander about in the rain alone." He said in reply, his arm resting over the top of my back along his coat, his bared arms rather well sculpted, good to know the Anarchs kept care of themselves before undeath. "Where are you staying?" He asked with just the smallest hints of concern, "The Empire hotels." I reply with him immediately offering a scoff, "Figures." I scowl and stand up entirely now, "I appreciate the concern, mild as it were, but I'll not be scoffed at by you, Mr. Rodriguez." I said with a bit of a glare. He returned it in kind, I could only smile internally that he didn't back down. "I offer your ass some kindness and get spat on." He said angrily, the water had since started to slick his hair down and riveted down his arms, "You offered kindness while slapping a lady, sir." I replied, the animal instincts that dwell within Kindred and Kine alike causing my lip to raise, resisting the baring of my fangs at him by only a margin of thought. "You expect respect because of where you can lay your head at night you Camarilla fuck!" He snapped back, half-yelling, "And you judge before you get the first page of this book uncovered!" I said back to him in kind, "You spoiled, royal, brat!" His voice annoyed and angry, I reply just the same, "Judgmental fanatic filth!" We pause, looking each other in the eye, he standing tall with only a slight slouch to his form as I was a tad more but leaning up into him, our face had been getting closer with each scream. We both panted silently for a moment, I being the first to break the silence, "Well?" He blinked a tad, keeping his face hard and angered though, obviously his mind had traversed elsewhere. Despite my rage I could do nothing but eye his bodily creeks as the water traveled along them before breaking from his skin and following the stream of gravity to the concrete floor bellow. Slowly his mouth formed into a manic, of sorts, grin. Mine followed suit, glaring at each other as my hand rose, claw lightly pressing to his pectoral behind that tank top. In a rapid motion I yank upward, my sharp nail slicing his cheek as I pull away, a safe distance from him and smirk, licking up the side of my pale hand, across my other claws to my middle one as the others fall, effectively flipping him off as my pale lips wrap around my slender digit, eyes watching his, sucking the blood off my nail. He looked angry at first, but soon that smirk came back, reaching down, grabbing his soaked jacket, rubbing at his face as the wound healed, nodding vaguely before turning and beginning to walk away. My lips pulled off my finger, licking my lisp, his blood was not bad, it wasn't like human blood but it wasn't bad. I grin, watching him walk away and turn myself, heading back to the Empire Hotels a couple blocks away, giddy as a Ghoul getting their fix.

The warmth of the lobby was a welcomed one, treading toward the elevators I entered one of the vacant transporters and headed up to my room. I slosh my way over to my door and pull out my card, going to slide it into the register before stopping, the hair on the back of my neck, regardless of how wet it was, stood on end. I glance over my shoulder at the air vent, "Not there, boss..." came the old timey voice from every direction. I reach out with myself, glancing about with my eyes only, "Show yourself... your stench only belays your origin..." "Oh but not my current residence, boss." The coy chuckle from the Nosferatu came. I cringed a bit, looking about, "Show yourself now, disgusting fiend..." "Oh that cut deep, boss. I guess I better show myself..." the whisper came to my ear and made my shiver in disgust at the crackle of it, "...boss." The hissing like that of the snake these beasts might as well have been. I whip around, baring my fangs, "What do you want, you horror?" I growl. Nosferatu were lowly creatures that reminded me of nails on a chalk board in bearable capability. To his credit, he was well dressed. "Oh, boss, straight to the point eh?" He mocked, smirking, "Just giving you what you asked for, boss. Just inspiring you, boss. Do I disgust you, boss?" He said in repetition just to annoy me further. I stand back, swallowing hard, going to speak, only to be caught up with his own words and the raising of his long, disgruntled finger, swaying it side to side, "Ah, ah, boss. Careful what you say, even if you are getting bloody bloody with Nines, you have to respect ole'Gary, boss." He said with a crooked grin, his uneven and disjointed teeth unnerving me, meeting and dealing with the Nosferatu was always a regrettable thing to do. I bite my tongue regardless, "Oh, boss, let me get that for you..." He flicks his wrist, pulling forth a card, sliding it into the card reader of my door and unlocks my door with it, opening it up for me. "There ya are, boss." he said, my eyes drawn to the room. I turn back to face him, only to be greeted with an empty hallway, "We'll be watching, boss." Came his voice, echoing into the silence. I shiver again, stepping into my room and slamming my door shut, annoyed. I liked attention, but this was over kill. Collecting myself I sigh, reaching up, pulling the straps of my dress off, letting it slide like water off my body whilst I walked, my body clad in a tight, lacy, black, bra that lifted the girls beautifully. My hips held snug by my panties of the same fashion, giving my already heart shaped rump a nice extra accentuation.

Stepping forth into the bathroom I smile into the mirror, my pale lips plump and pouty, my wet hair cloaking either side of my face as my dead eyes stare back at themselves. They then traverse down to the cleavage of my own breasts, licking my lips as my hand raises, the lacy wet garment chilling my flesh as I traced the edge of exposed flesh to the lace along my breast, biting my lip like a girl first exploring her body. I reach back then, leaning forth and unclasping my bra, letting it slide from me to the floor effortlessly, my girls happy to be released from the sexy prison. I giggle softly, petting them from top to bottom, my palm tugging lightly at my plump nipples as it passed. I shiver a bit in pleasure, Velvet returning to my mind, how she ever left I could never figure out. My eyes shut, her face, her breasts, her perfectly shaped legs, her plump lips, her silky smooth hair. I whimper softly, cursing myself for running out of the meeting early, grasping my hardening bud and twisting it harshly as my bottom lip found passage back between my teeth, punishing myself for my horrid transgression. I sigh and release the screaming bud and turn toward my shower, my thumbs sliding down, hooking my lacy garment and letting them slide down my legs with little effort, starting the shower. If there was one thing I loved about commonality of mortal adornments, it was the water heating system of the last century. I sighed softly as I stepped in, the normally scalding and flesh melting water, like wonderful bliss across my undead flesh. I reach back, pulling my hair back, running my fingers through it lovingly, sighing with happiness. I wash up for the next hour, cleaning my filthy form to make it beautiful again. I step out and dry my body, hair, and my patch of neatly trimmed hair upon my pubis. I smile a bit and saunter from the restroom in the bare, feeling lively tonight, regardless of the approaching dawn. I make sure the curtains are sealed with no risk of slight cracks to let light in. Then, I walk to my lovely bed, sliding in, letting the perfectly made bed rest back into position over my naked form, shivering in delight as it caresses my milky flesh. I close my eyes, the world going dark as the living world grew light, my thoughts fading, only Velvet resting behind my eye lids.

Chapter 2

Ocean Breeze

I don't remember how long I was running or even how I had ran so fast. All I know is how bad my muscles hurt. I was panting heavily as I stared up into the boards of the pier, peeking between the cracks toward the blotted out stars. Drops of water fell down in a smooth slow motion that allowed me to see the gleams of light that reflected off them for brief moments, like falling stars they splashed against my cold cheeks. I felt so alive, yet so empty and cold. So empty. That word rang like church bells in my ears. I reach up, grasping at the air, watching as the very fibers of moisture are whisked from the not-so-air-tight pores of my hands. My movements cause the granules of sand bellow me to shift against my body, so noise and annoying. I sigh softly, sitting up and running a hand through my hair, sand being brushed off. I push off and stand then, everything was so loud, so significant, so meaningless, I wanted to cry but even that seemed meaningless. I raised my hands and looked at them, flipping them over, my veins blue, my skin lighter than it used to be but not quite pale. The word was clicking in my head like I knew the answer. It was there, on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't want to admit it, I couldn't, things like this didn't exist.

Here I was, though, cold as the ocean this night and still I couldn't admit it, I didn't want to, it meant so much and so little all at once. I turn and start walking out from under the pier, the rain splashing more rapidly across the top of my head, slicking down the hair that topped on side and the near bare flesh of my scalp on my other side. I ran a hand through my hair, sweeping the water off and flinging it to the saturated sand. Turning my head to the ocean I see the moon reflecting off the water from between the clouds. "Vampire." I said softly, my voice seeming smoother than I remember. The books came flooding back into my head, the ones I knew in school, Dracula and blurry images of the words, the Count from Sesame Street. I drank someone's blood and transformed into something else, a familiar. Dracula could turn into bats, right? I just turned into a wolf. Could I turn into others things? Mist? Birds? Bats? Monsters? Click. Click. Louder click. Sliding mechanics. I turn around and duck, the loudest bang of a gun I had ever heard reverberated off my ears. I could for a brief moment see the bullet flying through where my body was. I fell to my hand and knee, pushing off with my other foot, spinning off my hand and thrusting myself away, lending on the same foot and standing, "Ohhhh, this guy gots some moves, man!" Came the cackle of some thug and his two buddies. I stand up, growling softly at them in annoyance. I heard the clicking of the revolver's barrel and the chambering of another round. Another bang, this time I'm too slow. I gasp and grasp my stomach, wincing a bit and growling lower. "Buenos noches, ese..." came the cocky boy's voice. It takes a moment to realize it, but the wound actually doesn't hurt that badly. I stand tall again, the boy looking scared for a moment, only to smirk and fire off his next shot, this one passing through my heart, I hear it lodge into the post behind me. I chuckle and lunge forward, the boy's eyes wide, firing off another shot, it clipped my cheek, and I hiss, lunging on him and pinning him to the ground as I push my feet off his chest to his partner who has a crooked pipe. I hear the leader's chest cavity collapse and my claws dig into the pipe-boy's throat as I thrust him to the ground next, squeezing as hard as I can, my eyes wide, this dumb grin on my face. I know this because I'm aware of it. I don't know why though. I don't care. I wait til he's stopped breathing and turn around, the third boy is gone, but I can sense him, smell him. He's heading up some stairs to leave the beach. I grin again and leap forward, my instincts kicking in as paw pads hit the sand and propel me forward, in seconds I'm at his heels, grabbing his ankle with my muzzle and thrusting backwards, sending us down the stairs in a tumble. We hit the bottom and my adrenaline gets me up to my feet, laughing as I do, the rush was exhilarating, my prey so close as he scrambles to get up. I pounce him back to the sand, his screams so loud and fearful as I lungs into his neck, fangs snapping through his flesh and the blood pours in like the Nile. I feel myself moan, drinking wholly, fully, like the beast I now was!

I pull free as he is finished off, wiping my mouth clean and licking the rest away as I stand up, looking tot he two dead companions of his, chuckling, "That was... fun..." I say to no one. I run a hand through my hair, sliding the wet mane back and laughing softly again, coming down from this wonderful high. That's when I hear it, the clapping, the metronomic clapping. I turn around and look up at the pier, "Well done, mate." Came the salty-dog, with a pinch of British gentleman, voice of this sea-man. I glare hard, "You wanna be next, huh?" I snap. He wasn't fresh. I could smell it, he wasn't like the thugs I just had for dinner. He was dead. Dead like me? I couldn't for sure tell, but regardless, there was a witness, I had to take care of them regardless. "Oh-ho-ho! Mate ya don't have ta brand ya swashbucklers at me none. I see'n tha'there changin'. Ya don'a'clue how ya do'it none, do ya?" He laughs whole heartedly, his crooked teeth grinning back at me, the whistle of his missing tooth growing annoying the longer I heard him speak. I push of the ground, not even sure I could reach him. I land before him, a good story and a half of space cleared in a single feat. I force the confident grin and lunge at him in the same way as before. I hit the wood of the pier, he had simply side stepped, his toes pointing at my hunched over form, "Aye, mate ya ain't gonna hit nothin' if ya swingin' like a wee babe, no!" He laughed. I growl and swipe at his feet only to miss and feel his weight slam against my as I face-plant into the wooden floor. I grunt and push him off, turning back onto my feet reaching for the sea-dog, roaring in annoyance as he slaps my arm away, forcing me to spin as he presses something pointed but rounded as well, into my back, leaning into my ear, "Aye mate, ya ain't got a baby-seals chance of thwackin me. Relax!" He pushes me forward, forcing me to fall to my hands and knees, I glance back, growling lowly the top of a sword on his hip being the object he'd used, I hadn't even noticed he had a weapon. He chuckled and woo'ed away, crossing his arms, leering down at me with those eyes that spoke years of experience, "Ya be greener than any lad I'ever saw, mate! Ya should be kinder to ya elders, no?" He woo'ed and laughed again, the whistling irritating me, "Cool ya wolfin' and let ole Ned hare give ya some tid pits of da sea, ya?" He smiled kindly down at me as I tried to mend my pride.

I nod a bit and stand, resisting the urge to swipe at him again, dusting myself off, not that there was much of that to do, "Fine... Ned." I say his name as harshly as I could to show my anger. He woo'ed with another chuckle, "I be Ned o'de'Abyss green horn. I see ya foun'ya nature alrea'ee." I nodded, not quite sure what he meant, "Aye, the beast is there and ya know it, mate. Ya know what ye are. Ya be'in a blood sucker, Nosferatu, Dracula, ya be my ex wife!" He gave a howl of laughter, slapping his knee and shaking his head, "Aye, jus'a pullin ya leg mate, I never been married." he said with a crooked, holey, grin. "Now, ya should be knowin' some rules cause this ain't the beginnin' of recess, ya har? This be the beginnin' of a new life, new world, with it comes some here rules. Let ole Ned give ye the lay o da land, mate." I finally calmed, breathing steady, this geezer was definitely old, I had to give him some cred I suppose, I nod to let him continue. "Aye mate. Ya can't go showin' off like that every night, ya hear ole Ned? There be rules against that, hell, given ya ain't a Sire to telly a this, you be illegal in our lil world here too. Ole Ned don't care much but the baby prince prick LaCroix will behead ya sooner than look at ya!" He chuckled at that, "Don't go killin' e'ry lil wanker ya see neither." He said, leering hard at me now, "Ya do that, that beast, and no Ned don't mean that wolf, will come out and start killin' like a gun with no safety, ya hear? Ya start doin that the police'll come for ya." I scoff and smirk at him, "The police? Those thugs shot me twice and didn't do nothin' more than slow me down." He glared hard now, making my smile fade, "Ya ain't God, mate, if my ship can sink off the mere waves of the de Ocean tide, ya can die from a well placed shotgun shell to the skull, ya hear?" He said almost angrily. He smirked soon after and smiled warmly once more, "Aye mate, don't be so glum!" He said, taking a seat on one of the posts holding the pier up. "No ya don't know much other than that yet, mate. You be like ole Ned now, ya be from the Gangrel clan o'vampires." He said with a nod, "Aye, ya more primal den ole Ned doh, changin' to a wolf n'such." He nodded, running a hand through his greasy sea-dog hair. He paused here and looked to the moon, "Ye can change like tales a'old there, mate. Change into anythin ya want jus'bout, though for now, figa that wolf tid-bit out first, aye mate?" He said, turning back to me, "Oh forgive ole Ned, be forgettin to ask ya yer name there, mate!" He said to me now. I swallow, shaking my head, captivated a bit at this point by what he'd been telling me, "Oh, right. Calvin, I go by Cal though." he nodded and chuckled, "Ole Cal! I used ta know someone by that name, aye."

The old sea-dog stood and smirked back at me, "Ya be safe now, mate, ya hear?" I nod a bit, smiling, "I uhm, thanks Ned." I say a bit... humbled, by the elder vampire. He had a strange charm about him. He nodded a bit, "Ya get outta here now, green horn. I got shit to do." He said and chuckled, leaping into the air, I watched in awe as he changed into an albatross, flying off into the night. I look down at my hands again, feeling the paws hidden beneath them. So, this was my world now.

The rain stopped and I could feel the slight breeze against my soaked clothes. I turn toward Santa Monica and head back toward it, stuffing my hands into my water boarded pockets, smiling to myself with my head canted downward. It was so, weird, so scary, so exciting, I didn't know what to think, Ned gave me a nice heads up on what to expect and what not to do, but who else knew? How many people were actually vampires? He said I was a Gangrel, what else were there here? I should have asked him. The boardwalk finally ended back into the main street of Santa Monica near my apartment, or shit hole, which ever you wanted to call it. Thank goodness that car alarm was finally taken care of. I head toward the Asylum, I needed to clear my head and what better way than blaring back goth techno.

I winced a bit when I stepped in, the music sounding louder than I remembered and it made sense as to why, though after a minute I tuned it out like before. I hit the bar, ordering up a drink out of habit, I didn't even have my wallet. Nor did I have the ability to drink now. Leaning over the bar, swirling my drink in one hand, resting my other arm on the counter, looking into it, mulling over all this new information. The presence was there but I just didn't pay attention, then, I felt the body against my own, leaning over me, firm, soft, mounds pressing into my upper back, my cheeks flushing ever so slightly though I knew I was far more embarrassed than my face was warm. The words tickled down my spine, "Oooooo...ahhhh... aren't you a little old here to be so... new?" came the voice of the club's most succulent attendee, Jeanette. I swallowed, glancing back, "J-Jeanette?" I asked, quite shocked she was suddenly interested in me, I'd been in Santa Monica a year now and she'd never shown me much more than a glance. She smiled deviously, "Hello, kitten." She purred, "Or should I say puppy? I could smell the wet dog on you since you entered the club." She said with a girly little giggle. I blinked a few times before it clicked, she giggled in response, "Oh, poor lil puppy, did mean old Jeanette scare you?" She said in a cutesy, pouty, voice before offering that girly little giggle, "Mmm you're like a new fire hydrant..." Again the confusion was writ upon my face like a drunkard with permanent marker. She leaned into my ear, whispering so softly, "I just wanna make you wet and mark you as mine..." she said in that soft, sultry, voice that made one image her six inches deep on your prick. She purred and pulled away, standing up straight behind me as I turned around, her school girl outfit cliché but damn did it suit her, "Oh puppy..." She purred, "You just have to come visit lil ole me upstairs, huh?" She cooed, twirling one of her golden blonde pigtail teasingly, "Mmmm not tonight, Therese will disapprove, but maybe..." She paused, her velvety tongue slithering across her plump lips, "Maybe when she isn't around... we can soil her bed with our love and vulgar obscenities that make her scream." She said, grinning, her fangs glinting briefly. I'm not sure how I didn't notice it before, but maybe it didn't matter, I knew now. Her hips began to sway as she backed up from me, "Don't forget me, puppy... or I'll come finnnnnd youuuuu..." She giggled before turning and heading toward the employee elevator.

My breath finally released and I could feel my pants had shrunk ten times during that exchange, those pearl, milky white, breasts, firm and well lifted, her succulent hips, her voice with that hint of feline predator behind each sex laced word. I swallowed hard, turning back to the bar, the fat bald man smirking, "She's taken a liking to you, bub." he muttered before going back to serving other guests. Now, I'm no scientist and my highest education was High School, but I think I'm not learning the law of Attraction. I felt an arm slide around my lower back, and a warm, human, form press to my side, "Mmm I saw you resist little Jeanette-slut..." Came a sultry voice, non-compared to Jeanette's, but it was nice to hear, "Only a man of some... powerful..." her hand slid along my stomach as I looked her over, red head, cute, some light Caucasian flesh, "talents... could resist her." She purred. I chuckled, "Ah, yeah." I said lamely, though she ate it up like it were candy, leaning into my ear, "Ya wanna take me home?" I paused a moment, smiling some, "Do you wanna take ME home..?" I replied with a confident smirk. She nodded all too eagerly. I guess this whole Vampire thing was paying off.

Chapter 3

Inglorious Kindred

Wonderful silk sheets against my bare, milky, flesh. I pull myself from them, sighing and running my delicate hands over my lithe body, cupping my pert mounds with a bite to my lips, closing my recently opened eyes. Velvet. A shiver runs down my spine and I can't help giggling like a child, it sickened me but I didn't care, I stood promptly and started toward my dresser only to hear a knock at my door. I raise a brow and head toward it, clicking open the door, a quickly stunned doorman greeted me, his cheeks red. I smirk, sliding a hip to one side, resting my hand on it, "Yes?" I ask softly, letting my wonderful voice grace his ears. He blushed darker, his hand shaking as he reached forward, his eyes looking me up and down, handing me a letter. I narrow my eyes with a seductive, appreciative, glare, "Ah. Why thank you." I purred, taking it and leaning in close, kissing his cheek, "Have a good evening..." I purr, closing the door. I head back toward my bed, reaching up, using my nail to delicately and carefully slice open the envelope, it smelled of wonderful perfume, lustful and well bought, rich. I recognized it as well. I pulled forth a letter that was so well written, at least thus far by appearance and the further I read I found it was smart too!

Dear Trish,

You have utterly implanted your beauty into my mind, every blink of the eye

brings another vision of your wonderful smile and elegant posture. Your

eyes too bring me shivers and the very name, Trish, simple, elegant, vibrant,

mouth watering. You've made this poor dead and hopeless romantic

remember what a beating heart felt like. I hope I am not disturbing you

or putting pressure upon you, flower. Come visit me would you? I own

the Vesuvius club in Hollywood. I hope to see you.

Your Eternal Admirer

VV

P.S. Only a special few get to call me VV. Flaunt it, would you?

I could feel my body go rigid, leaning in, inhaling that wonderful perfume again. By Cain was this woman divine! I licked my lips, delicately folding that letter back into place and with the same care, I slid it back into the nameless envelope. My pert buds were like diamonds and I stroked a free hand across them to elicit another erotic shiver down my spine, a gentle whimper following suit. I new what had to be done now and what my plans would consist of this wonderful evening.

I pulled free from my love-sick mind and pranced with ecstatic glee to the wardrobe that housed my clothes, the Prince had been kind enough to fund my room for the week until I could mingle myself into some form of relationship to earn an income. I felt this would not be an issue in the slightest. Opening the doors with well placed fingers I peered in, looking over my various attire. Something professional but elegant, proud, eye-catching but not attention mongering. "Hmmm..." I cooed, I did not wish to out perform dear VV at her own business, some form of modesty must be had on my part. Casual? Yes, casual, I had made my appearance already, I need not flaunt it so unabashed. I pulled forth some tight fitted leather pants, a dark maroon in color, an undershirt or cammie of chocolate color with a hint of red. Finally a button up long sleeve that was black with white stripes down the middle starting at the shoulder and down to the elbow, singular but uniform. All together it wasn't bad, the white was actually more a silver, but it mattered not to me. I rolled the sleeves up to my mid forearms and buttoned them in there, keeping them loose but not unrolling through out the night. Beneath this I wore some wonderful lace in case I had to show VV some extra to garner her favor. I blushed and giggled at the thought.

The night air bit into my already cold flesh and sent a tingle up my spine, licking my lips and looking about, it wasn't quite cold but the wet of the air was enough to force some not-so-brave mortals into their winter and fall coats. It'd make occasional feeding annoying but nothing more. I felt high. Like nothing could go wrong. My body alive for the first time in years, my ears tingling as the breeze blew through and every step I took now felt like I was floating on air. I wanted to just leap into the air and cry out with utter joy, though my better sentiments told me that would be inappropriate. My glistening eyes find a cab and I hail the driver. My body feel frozen for a moment as the black, soulless, glasses peer back at me, "Where ya goin'." He said, not as a question, even though it blatantly was, but as a statement, as if he knew I was going and knew where I was going, he just wanted me to confirm. I swallowed a moment, dread over taking me for a half second, "Oh, I..." I blinked away the feeling, "Oh, right, China Town, please..." I said, sliding into the back seat, "As you wish..." came that Slav-sounding voice. A fearful shiver ran down my spine as I road with him. I couldn't be happier when we reached China Town. I paid my fee and stepped into town, listening to the tranquil music as I sauntered through, a happy sway to my hips as the joy returned to me, a few boys turning to me with looks of awe. I gave a purr to myself as I entered a shop I'd been recommended by a friend before coming here.

"Welcome to my shop!" Came the over-the-top Asian accented voice, I almost rolled my eyes but kept a smile on my face, "I was told you had many trinkets for sell here of which I heard you held a wonderful aroma-therapy set, yes?" I inquired politely whilst coming to the counter. The old man nodded, eagerly, "Ohhh! Yes, here..." He turned to a cabinet behind his counter. It gave me a moment o truly look about this hobbit's hole of a shop. It was crowded, cluttered, and unorganized, at least to my own eyes, it wasn't pretty in the slightest but I knew enough about karma to hold my own tongue. My eyes slid back to the shop keeper, who was smiling kindly as he set before me a rather neat little set. Within was a candle, an incense stand, several sticks, a small pack of matches, and of course a lighter just in case. I nodded, "Perfect! How much?" He smiled wide now, "Twenty three dollars." He said in reply. I quickly handed him his money and left with my purchase. I'd learned in my many years of undeath that small tokens such as this that helped ascend one's mental beauty were wonderful gifts if you did not know the person well enough. I stepped through the door of the shop back onto the street to find something disturbing greeting me. Silence. I looked either way as the hairs on the back of my neck rose, no one, not even any strays could be seen and as I narrowed my eyes and extended myself into the night, I felt nothing. The door behind my locked abruptly with an audible click and just as I turned to see through the door, the essence of the old man vanished. Not even the crickets would sound off to this abyss. I drew myself back in and stepped forward, quarter turning every few steps, this wasn't right, as if that wasn't obvious. I came to the middle of the street and turned a few times, looking around, trying to reach my essence out to touch life, to touch something and had nothing return my pings. My eyes began to widen, panting beginning, not that I needed air but a simple effect of desperation that the deepest part of my mortal memories said was the appropriate response. Panic. I inhaled sharply through my nose, spinning faster, trying to find something, anything! I turned toward the end of the street, someone was there now, but I could not feel them. A Kindred? She was smiling, no, grinning at me, her heavily eye-lined eyes wide with joy and... madness. I felt fear crawling along my flesh, digging in, little drills shredding my flesh and pouring into my veins like venom. The art of death come unto my soul and blackness enveloping my eyes I felt the dread gripping my heart, yanking at the strings, screaming. The screaming I could hear it, her mouth opening, she only a few feet from me, taking slow steps, the screaming growing louder the wider her mouth opened, beyond that of our mortal structure it opened! Blood pouring from her eyes, her school blouse staining with it, her skirt too and her leggings, pooling on the ground. The Gods would be displeased. The cultivated fruit of labor not here own! No, her's but with help! The help of the others, the dark ones, the sewer eyes and the kin that dine with mannequins. Her hand reaching forth, cupping my cheek, the feeling of death and...

Sounds return, people are walking normally and before me is a grinning young lady, my own blood. Her dirty blonde hair in pigtails with a blouse buttoned up all the way, and her form relaxed but firm and well formed, small breasts without a bra beneath was evident. She stared now into my eyes, "Pretty pretty little fangs, dancing dancing with the flames, run run my little lamb, wolf in sheep's clothing she will find, or be found? No. Trust you are, true you are!" She giggled, leaning close, centimeters from my lips, "Trust. The. Bust. But not the lust! Blinded like a scorned rat behind veiled boxes, no no!" She giggled again, pressing her black lip-stick coated lips to mine, her other hand stroking my side before breaking the kiss, her lip stick smearing along my cheek as she leaned into my ear, "Remember the bunny and the hole, traveling further down... scramble the eggs but do no ruin them!" She giggled, sliding to my side, "Call this one Melly!" She side as she traipsed away, "She will call you Trish! Do not forget!" She giggled and as I turned around, a mix of fear and anger within me, only to see an empty street.

I turned back forward, trying to calm down. I knew what she was, I had never met one but here in the middle of the city, one approached me and disabled me without me even realizing it. Malkavian. Melly the Malkavian. I shuddered, using my hand to stroke my arm holding the small container, trying to resist whimpering with fear. I always heard they were powerful and that the more western powers simply worked to appease them. I now know why. They had powers to drive their victims mad without so much as looking at the person. The effects, for all we knew, were temporary and didn't leave any negative effects. I could only hope. Though what she said made no sense, she spoke like it were a prophecy, though it made no sense. I started forward, trying to think about what she said, if nothing to figure it out, than to keep from thinking about those images she had ingrained into my head. I stopped in the middle of the street, eyes wide a moment, why was I trying to figure out the lyrics of a man woman? It's not like there was truth to it, she simply wanted to play with my head, right? Right. I smiled and chuckled softly, trying to get the ideas out of my head, heading to get another cab.

I pushed the ordeal from my head and focused on my agenda once more, smiling and the giddy feeling rising within me once again, soon finding myself out front of Vesuvius. I licked my lips and walked toward the doors, stepping into the club some harsh sounding techno music riding through the club. I was lucky this fine night. On the main stage with one hand on the pole and the other extended to a male patron, a leg hooked on the same pole and the other holding her up, was the one and only goddess of beauty, VV. I bit my lip, reaching up, stroking some hair back behind my ear. The wonderful woman teased the man out of a few more dollars and turned along the pole, turning herself upside down as she did and lifted her planted leg up and ran it parallel with the phallic metal, pointing her shoe forward, and running a hand through her hanging hair. As her momentum fell off she turned back up straight and sighed with a smile, blowing a kiss to the crowd as her hips swayed themselves off stage and I was more than happy to go greet them.

Her eyes found mind and she cooed, letting me approach, "Well..." She said softly, her voice like velvet across my ears, "Hello, VV." I purred to her, standing a few inches from her, our energies colliding and anyone within a few feet would sense it. She purred back, "I'm so grateful to see you again, Trish..." She drew the "s" out a good while, sending a shiver down my spine, "Mmm. I'm the one who should be grateful for such a beautiful and artistically made invitation." Her cheeks lightly flushed, she'd be recently it seemed, "You are too kind, Trish." she said bashfully with a shy canting of her head to the side and a polite placing of her delicate, beautiful, fingers to her lips. "Please..." She started, "Come with me?" She asked with a pout and the littlest hints of a beg. My heart melted, I knew the ploy but even I couldn't resist. She took my hand, taking me back past the bar and upstairs to her own private room. I licked my lips, her perfectly smooth skin along my own and that perfectly shaped rump swaying to and fro along each step as we went. Her lace adjusted so subtly with each motion of her body, the designs shrinking and stretching with every fluid motion. She let go, not that she was holding very firmly at all, and turned to me, smiling with those soft, loving eyes. "Welcome to my private place..." She purred to me, "Please. Stay, relax." She said in that airy voice of her's. I nodded and bowed my head after, "My thanks, VV..." She gasped as I said her nick name, as if it were a naughty spank to her perfect little tush. "You are more than welcome my little kitten." She said, smiling still as my hands presented to the gift to her, "I didn't know your preferences. So I grabbed this." She took it and cooed so cutely, "Oh, thank you!" She said in just one octave higher than her normal speaking voice. She hugged the kit for a moment, pressing her breasts together in the process, making me advert my eyes modestly. She frowned softly, "Oh, please.. I do not disgust you, do I?" She asked with genuine worry. I shook my head, "No. I simply wish not to gawk so blatantly at your beauty." I said with a shy smile toward her. She smiled again, a bit brighter than before, setting the gift on the couch attached to the wall, "Oh, my dear..." She said, lifting her hands above her head, swaying her hip and turning around with the motion, her hands sliding down, starting at her shoulders and turning to cup just under the arm pit and down her sides to her hips where they now rested, "Please... take it all in. I love the way your eyes travel across my body and stop like you're debating on sinking your fangs into that part of me. It makes me feel so... alive." She purred the last word and I did as allowed, allowing my eyes to venture across her body from shoulder blade to her tush, to the seam of where her leggings met flesh, to the bra strap along her spine, to her calves meeting her Achilles's tendon to her four inch heels. She shivered as thoughts ran through her head with each passing and stopping of my eyes. She turned back around, the V of her cleavage greeting me and I stepped forward daringly, her hand stopping me as it rested along my side, pulling me forward so our breasts touched along with every part of our torso to my knee. My arms slack, weak, her submissiveness a power over me, eyes peering down into my own, "Trish..." She said, though it was obvious we were both at a loss for words.

I felt her lean into me, our plump, cold, dead, lips pressing into each other in such a way that it was almost emotionally stimulating. Our eyes shut, tongue tips sliding against each other, chilled saliva mingling into each other. The taste buds did little to help our plight to show the other how our beauty astounded one another, but regardless we went through the motions for it was all we knew. Her fingers slid below the belt line of my pants, pressing into my tush, held close by the firm leather material. Our heads tilt almost at the exact same time, working our tongues deeper, wrestling for control of each others mouth. It was then that we both went into a different state of mind, a state of mind that all Kindred had but only the Toreador bloodline had all but mastered. It was a state that allowed us to see all things slowly, the beauty of all things. Rays of light became more significant, smells more intoxicating, movements more defined and elegant, taste would seem to last forever, some of our bloodline were left in states of perpetual sensation while like this, forgetting what the world was like without this clarity. Some sat like this forever and admittedly it was very hard to keep control of. As we both entered this mindset each bit of pressure applied to our flesh seemed more tingly, send more pleasure up our spines, made us moan deeply into this kiss we shared and made our dead hearts flutter with attempts to come back to life. I could feel my blood rushing along my veins, my nerves beyond hyper sensitive, I could feel each cell bouncing off the walls of my veins, sliding to the afflicted areas that needed the most attention. Such areas were where her nails lightly dug into my flesh, enhancing the endorphin output in this area, my lips, and of course the moistening between my legs, the petals that were wetting and the pressure forcing my thighs apart. VV did the same and together we could smell the revolting and at the same time intoxicating essence of our arousal, the musk, the aroma, the heat. I could taste her and myself on my warring tongue.

I finally opened my eyes as she so very gently pushed me back, easing me down onto her couch, looking down at me with her sweet, lush, smile. I didn't want to stop our embrace but knew she had other things in mind and could only commend, mentally, on her strength to stop the beauty we were creating, if only to enhance it. She bent her arms at the elbows, her thumbs hooking into her stripper wear, specifically her bra straps, sliding them to the sides of her arms and letting go, straightening her arms and reaching back, unclasping her bra. It slid forth and off her sleek, pale, hands and into my lap. I idled with it as I gazed upon her creamy pale flesh, her taut nipples staring back at me, hard and full of arousal. She leaned close, sliding her leg up, bending it and sliding her knee and shin along the couch on one side of me, her body looming over me like the predator she was, like we all were. Tonight I was her prey. Tonight, I allowed it. Tonight, I loved it. Her firm breasts swaying as she leaned close, looking down into my eyes, leaning her mouth close but bypassing my lips, much to my dismay, whispering into my ear, "Touch me..." She commanded with the husky, out of breath, whisper, the words like warm chocolate drizzling onto my skin. I obeyed. My fingers left the garment that sat in my lap, sliding my fingers over her firm breast, then the other, forming them to her breast and lightly scrapping my flesh against her's, feeling the friction of my hand catching her nipple. Her eyes closed and she so slightly tiled her head back, my eyes watching all this with such clarity, her bottom lip finding passage between her teeth, the gentlest of whimpers coming from her throat. I wanted her, I wanted every bit of her, to taste her. I became aggressive, catching her nipples between my fingers, rolling them playfully and watching her moan, so delicious. She gave a small, cute, growl and leaned down once more, kissing me roughly, her hand reaching forth, grasping my layered over chest, digging her fingers in and arousing more blood to the painfully pleasured areas, eliciting a moan from me now, a louder whimper soon to follow as I squirm. She then reached down with both hands, pulling her other leg up as the first, gently rolling my top up slowly, her nails scraping my flesh with each new roll, sending shivers up my spine, our tongues grazing across the tips of our fangs while we kissed.

My top slowly rolled up to my breasts where she stopped and pulled from the kiss, the world a blur save the goddess before me and even though I didn't have to, I panted hotly and whimpered. Her lips met my belly button just bellow my lightly toned stomach, her lips kissing each abdominal muscle that followed all the way to the top where my flesh met the bra wire. Her cool tongue slid free, and she met the furthest right side with it, right where the flesh and wire met and licked right at that seam to my sternum, making my back arch and hips rise with another whimper, my hands obediently clawing at her couch. I opened my flinching eyes a moment, gazing upon her beauty once more, her pink buds hidden behind her red hair and pale flesh of her head and back. Though I now had a wonderful view of the landscape that was her spine and muscle and bone structure of VV's body. It was so perfect it could make anyone who could appreciate beauty weep. She began her tongue motion to the other side now, while lifting the top the rest of the way and over my head, causing me to gasp. She sat up, smiling the kind yet dominant smile, her hands raising, finger tips running along the lace of my push up bra. I watched her shiver as the abrasiveness of the material send tingles from her finger tips up her arms and down her spine. "Trish..." She panted out, "You are devious..." She purred, smiling and running her finger tips over the material over and over again, sending more electric shivers down her back, it made me smile happily that she enjoyed my garment so. Tracing each stitching over and over again, like a child learning what textures were, I knew this all too well and I could imagine the things she was feeling, the wonderful shivers riding up and down her spine as each tingly sensation sparked from the very tips of her fingers. It was making me blush like I'd been caught watching porn now or it would if I could blush. She reaches down after a while, fingers sliding down my ides and then back up, reaching behind my back as her plump red lips meet mine, her delicate digits unhooking my bra whilst her tongue re-opens negotiations with my own. She pulls it back and my shyness wins out as the bra is sliding down my arms, my hands cupping my pert breasts. She smirks and then softens to a smile, "Do not hide from me my love..." She whispered, leaning close and firmly grasping my wrists to pull them back with the most gentlest and elegant of motions. My darker nipples pointing back in my arousal, I look away a bit shyly and she coos to me as she leans close and with such a turn of the lips, finger them wrapped around my hard bud, making me gasp and shiver, her tongue running circles around it, avoiding the very most sensitive tip of my fleshy bud. I reach forth, wrapping my fingers along the back of her head and whimpering softly, the edges of her fangs lightly grazing my nub, I feel the need for air rising as I pant, regardless of the actual need it was a human reaction I'd probably never lose. My claws lightly dig into the back of her head as she pulls off with a gentle pop. Her tongue slides down to the edge of where my mammary met my ribs, licking along this seam of internals. She went up to the top and around the inside of my cleavage, I can't stop my whining and whimpering as she works the tongue to the other side. I barley take notice as she continues this trail, that she's inching further in on each breast, sending sensations through me I hadn't felt in a good while and the sensual feelings make my nipples harder still, they hurt now even as she works. I cave, "Pl-please VV... s-suck them...please..." I whimper with the heat so very gently rising to my cheeks. She purrs in response but makes no motion to end my sexual torment, "You'd rush art, my love?" She chided me, making me more embarrassed, "Such a selfish little dove..." She teased further, her tongue sliding along my flesh, wetting it and making it more sensitive to her cool breaths upon it. My legs bend up at the knee and slide against each other, as if the friction of them would somehow help stimulate me further to my peak of pleasure, to no avail. My toes curl and I feel my fingers entwine within her mass of red hair, her tongue closing in on my bud, my anticipation rise, whimpers more needy as I strain to resist further begging and degradation of myself.

She gets to my aureola and I feel the skin sensitivity rise and goosebumps appear along my body. Then it stops. My eyes open wide, looking down at her, fear coursing through me as she gives me a wicked grin, "N-no please VV! Don't stop it, please!" I cry out, her eyes looking into my own with devious, teasing, intent, "Oh but Trish, this is a Strip Club... I cannot have it be known that I... get my customers and patrons off, now can I?" She asks coyly, my body contorting internally. I cannot reply, my brain is so far gone in this blissful erosion of my will and sanity. She reaches up, lifting my chin to look her in the eyes, "Be mine, little dove..." She said softly. I swallow hard, trying to process the demand, the phrase, trying to make sure I interpret it perfectly like some high school girl being asked out on her first date, "Will you...?" She asked with a hint of desperation in her voice. Her finger lightly runs along my aureola as she waits for an answer. I feel so weak, so unintelligent, so intangible. "Yes..." I whisper back, gulping again, my brain moving a mile a week. She smiles so kindly, her fingers still circling my nipples as she leans forward, kissing me, as just as she does, her fingers clasp around my buds and twist them, my eyes widening and I feel it, the torrent, the heat, the brief glimpse back into humanity. I scream as my pants quickly moisten at the crotch, my cheeks feeling like they are on fire even though I couldn't even blush more than a gentle shade. Our tongues fight and my legs close as the torrent of bliss surrounds me and I feel the high circulating my brain, my eyes growing heavy as they roll back, holding her close as my mind fades away into the darkness, "Dolly.... Dolly.... Dolly...." rang a distant voice. The voice of the Malkavian.

The world is raining blood and there she is again, the madness seeping into the pours of my skin like some bacterial infection. I claw at it, peeling back flesh and the world rains harder, she's giggling, no, laughing like the lunatic she is and starts to come closer, her wide, manic, eyes looking into mine as I back away. Her pigtails were soaked in blood, streaming it down her sides, and each step made m vision crack for a moment like a mirror being hit hard before repairing itself. "Dolly... Dolly... Dolly..." she keeps saying like she's this voice in my head. She is. I claw at my flesh to get her out, but it just heals back, I hit a wall. I'm screaming but nothing is coming out, silence, the rain and her voice are all I can hear. My body stricken with fear. She knows it, she knows what I don't want to know. She wants to tell me, but all I can hear is, "Dolly... Dolly... Dolly..." she says, coming closer, her bloodied body against mine, kissing me deeply now as her hands rest upon my shoulders, my eyes slamming shut.

I open them to VV kissing me deeply, our tongues at war once more but all I can do is hear the rain and that voice. Why is she stalking me so? VV pulls back, looking down at me, "What's wrong...?" She asks softly, cupping my cheek. I smile softly and before I can speak I hear it, the cry, the wail, the bleat, of a child, ringing in my head for just an instant. I feel the water well along my eyes but I force a smile and pull her to me, hugging her tightly as I rest my chin along the nook of her neck, I couldn't let her see me cry, "Trish?" She asked worriedly, "J-just hold me... please..." I pleaded softly, trying to hold back this sniffle. Why? Why was this creature following me? Where was she now? How did she find me here? I glance to the walk way of the room that lead back down to the club and see her. She's grinning hard, placing a finger along her lips to shush me as her face melds into smoke and then nothing. She's toying with me. I can't even say that was her but my fear is high, maybe she's using my paranoia now to manipulate me. Maybe. Maybe it's all just reaction from my first encounter? Like after shocks. Maybe. I hold my lover tighter, begging silently that this night not get any worse. I soon feel the warmth of the sun through the walls and my eyes grow heavy, "Come my sweet..." I hear as we are lifted and she turns, hand holding mine guiding my downstairs and to the back of the club to a secret room, "Come... we must sleep. Sleep with me..." She says softly, "Sleep with me and let my desire warm you..." she purrs, drawing me into a satin clothed bed, holding me close as the bedding is drawn over us, coating us in silky undersides. I press my nose to her bare breasts, realizing I was still just as bare, had anyone seen? I wonder if they liked, I'm sure they did. Two Goddesses strolling through the club with a high no one would understand. I close my eyes and smile, kissing her dead heart. The sleep takes me, everything stops save the sound of the door breaking open and some dark figures rushing in, stakes finding passage into our hearts. The darkness ensues...