The Great Rock - 10/14
In reply to Joe Dumestre (msg # 4):
As Joe joins Uncle Larell and Angel, a roar of motorcycle engines announces the arrival of some more people. Two motorcycles pull into the parking lot, with of of the bikes holding two riders. One of the rider a large dark skinned man of about 40, leads the group to the Great Rock. His hair is long and in dreadlocks and he wears an leather jacket over a bare chest with jeans. He is covered in tattoos. They are not your normal biker tattoos though, instead there are many small symbols tattooed over his chest. Coming off the same bike is a woman, also dark skinned but younger with hair cropped short. She is also surprisingly bare chested, only her open jacket covering her breasts. She is tattooed as well in the same way. The last two are a younger couple. The man removes his helmet and places is on the bike. He is in his twenties, with dark hair and pale skin. He is wearing glasses that wrap around his head with a band. He is dressed in a sweat shirt and jeans, and the last a woman, blonde and about 20, thin as a rail, wearing a tanktop and jean shorts. Neither of these two have tattoos. None of them have the telltale patches of a gang, or the usual affectation you see on bikers.
The four move over to the other. Jessie get up and hugs the dark skinned man, rubbing her eyes dry. He nods and steps back with the rest of the his crew, standing respectfully to the opposite side of the gangrel.
Joe can feel Uncle LArell tense when they arrive, and angel actually makes a weird growling sound in her throat. If any of them heard it, they make no sign.
A few moment later, the group realizes there is a nosferatu among them. He is simply standing there a little away from the gangrel. No one heard him arrive or saw him step into the circle. one moment, he wasn't there, and now he is. Jessie looks at him and nods, and he returns the nod.
"I met Davon when I was 22, and working my first real job after college. I was down by the bayou, collecting samples from mosquito traps. I had taken an uber and not really thought anything of it. The guy was going to wait as long as he didn't get another call, and if he did he would come back and get me after. It wasn't too surprising when I heard him come over. I knew I had been taking a while, but I had found some.. well it doesn't matter. I was going to tell him that he could leave, and I would call someone else when I was ready, but when he grabbed me, I knew he wasn't just there to give me a ride. There was no one else around. He had his hand over my mouth btu even if he didn't we were too far from anywhere for anyone to hear me scream. I remember biting down on his hand and tasking his blood and getting punched in the back of the head. When he realized I wasn't just going to let him fuck me, he turned violent and tried to make sure I couldn't tell anyone about this. He hit me so many time, he tried to drown me in the water, but I fought and fought and finally was able to bang his head against a rock. Then I did it again and probably a few more times after that. I crawled out and drove myself to the hospital. The police never found his body. PRobably a croc they said. "
"I didn't know it at the time, but Davon watched the whole thing. I was mad at him for a long time, because he didn't do anything to help me, but after some while I understood why. There were two reasons. The first it that I as human. Just human. Davon was a great person, but he was a predator like us all. When there are two chickens fighting, you don't really care who wins. The second reason is that he knew Gangrel needed to be strong. He had decided that if I made it out of there that he would choose me as his progeny."
"It's a tradition that gangel leave their fledgling on their own after they turn them, to see if they can survive. I had already been through that though and Davon introduced himself to me, got to know me and then embraced me. It was my choice. That attack shook me to my bones, thought I didn't know. No matter how strong everyone told me I was for getting out of it, I knew deep inside I was terrified of it happening again. DAvon gave me the means to make sure I was never a victim again. He was like an uncle to me. I have to say that cause if I say father, he's rise up right here and rip my throat out for calling him old. He taught me all i needed to know about being a lick. He did great thing and he protected us all, not just the gangrel, but all of us kindred. The world just got a lot scarier with him gone."
She steps back giving other a chance to speak if they want.