A university is a marvelous thing

some are just out of highschool a few are even still IN high school taking AP classes

others are middle aged or older finally pursuing higher education

some work part time, othehrs are on scholarships or funded by their parents...

Yet all have a common goal, to grow, to become to learn, even if they dont seek a new career, or livelyhood...

Currently. many are excited because of the renowned idol Kaoru Mishida Planning to put in a performance...
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Starting a typical day, James wakes up at a bright and early 3pm. He spends the next hour preparing meals for the day, mostly high meat low carb meals. He then goes for a quick run to loosen up and get his body going for the day as well as to maintain department fitness standards or as the sergeant would say, 'Fitness whole pizza in my mouth'. Around five he sits down to enjoy a meal and watch a little TV. At seven he starts getting ready for work, showering and shaving. Shift starts at 8:30pm and ends at 6:30am. Shift consists of traffic stops with a large amount of time spent checking different federal buildings and parks for damage or law breaking. It was usually a boring night, interspersed with the occasional drunken frat boy who just so happens to be a law major over emphasizing what he thinks to be his 'rights'. After most of his shift has finished, James returns to the department to type up any reports and check out for the day.

Things are normalative enough for most of the day, then James notices a young woman walking by looking stoned...

As was standard procedure, James pulled off to the curb and parked his patrol car. He watched the girl a moment more before calling in on the radio. ++Ninety one fourty one, I'll be code five with a female on Baltic and eighteenth.++ The voice on the other end of the radio replied curtly. ++Received++

He exited his cruiser and made his way to the female. He maintained an open ready stance, feet wide with hands up and open towards the young woman. "Ma'am, are you all right?"

Shes a bit nervous looks skittish and says "Officer I'm of course doing quite well just been kept up a bit lately doing some all nighters while studying for the next test" sounds evasive...

James took out his notepad and pen. "It's going to get cold by nightfall, is there somewhere you're trying to get to?"

sighs and gives dorm location.

Sadie notices the police officer talking to the student about 30 paces ahead of her. It is growing dark already, and normally Sadie would not be out this late. Tonight however, she has a study group to get to at the library on campus. As a 15 year old student, she is probably the only college student on campus to be subject to the curfew for minors. Not often enforced, there is even less chance it will be enforced in Sadie's case. However, as she comes closer to passing the officer, her heartbeat increases. She is breaking a rule, however out of practice, and she knows it.

She had thought herself so daring to agree to meet the study group at this hour. She had even felt a thrill setting out; a spike of interest at not doing what was expected of her for once. Being the overachiever and child prodigy had pushed her to university so young, she was terribly out of place among her new peers. She had felt she had something to prove by being out at night. Now she feels nervous and she grips her text tightly as she nears the officer. Almost holding her breath, she tries to will herself invisible as she steps around the pair to pass.
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Sadie make it to the study session and cannot shake the feeling that something somewhere in the shadows is watching her... stalking her.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 9):
Arriving at her study group, Sadie is beginning to feel momentarily like an adult again. The shadows are different in the library this time of night, and the lights shine out of the large windows brightly into the darkness. The dark itself has taken on an oppressive character due to the feeling of being observed during her walk, and her nerves had carried over. The black seemed to press against the windows coldly and thickly. She admonishes herself inwardly; only children are afaid of the dark. Which Sadie has no way of knowing is simply not true. For the next 3 hours at least, she turns her attention to the four older students and discussions of groups of various molecules and compounds. The last hour they spend prompting each other to recite compound names and brushing up on valence electrons for the first 50 elements. Anything beyond the metals was exotic enough that an undergraduate would not be dealing with them anyway.

Sadie walks toward the large automatic glass doors in the front of the library. Two of the group members had come the same way; a blond girl Jen, and skater looking guy Ryan. Sadie likes Jen. She is gentle-hearted and willing to hold friendly conversation with a girl 4 years younger. Though Sadie did not always understand every reference or comment, Jen was always kind about it.

The glass doors slide open at their approach, admitting the evening chill. Sadie is suddenly very glad she doesn't have to walk alone. Jen turns to Sadie saying "oh, I forgot! I have to drop my lit paper in my professor's box. The deadline is tonight." Sadie pales a little, but does her best not to appear nervous. She will have to walk alone. Ryan is already gone. She thinks about calling campus security, but quickly dismisses the idea. It's just the dark, she is being such a baby! If she's lucky, maybe Jen didn't notice. "I'll see you at the dorm later" she says, sounding very much like a scared child.

After a minute of walking the lights of the library have faded. Sadie remembers something in the school paper about students requesting better lighting on several areas of campus. Tonight she whole heartedly agrees with the motion.
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Her hair rustles a bit, and and her clothes shake a bit under a strange wind... she feels something sinister is near, and lurking in the shadows, for a second she can see two pinpricks of Yellow, seeming to gleam like Malicious eyes, yet if she shines a flashlight at it, she'll find no one nearbye.

Every real and imagined fear runs through Sadie's mind. Her heart seems to thud against her ribs, and a cold sweat covers her forehead. With every step her body screams at her to run. Her pride keeps it to as fast a pace as she can walk. She turns her head away from the the watching eyes; she doesn't want to see them. If she ignores them they are not real; they couldn't be real anyway.

After an eternity of walking she sees the light of her dorm building. Her nerve shatters, and she runs the last hundred yards to the safety of the dorm porch. She rests her head against the concrete with her gaze directed upward at the beautiful, bright enterance light. The cool breeze seems to holds no menace anymore, and she sits bathed in the artificial light to catch her breath. It was past her bedtime, and she has a 7am class.

Shes able to make it back to her room without incident, thankfully.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 13):

Sadie pulls her covers up, relieved to be warm and safe. She had set her cellphone alarm to 6am. She doesn't need much time to get ready in the morning, as she doesn't wear makeup and breakfast is usually a simple bowl of oatmeal.

As she tries to drift off to sleep, the image of yellow unfriendly eyes burns behind her eyelids. The feelings of unease and fear tonight will not soon be forgotten.

The new day begins the birds are singing, the wind rustles through the trees and the certainty of somthing malicious being around from last night seems like a bad dream.

(Whats she wear, some dress pretty formally at college)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 15):

Despite trouble getting to sleep last night, Sadie was asleep before Jen made it in. She had dressed quietly, knowing Jen didn't have class until 10am. Jen was not a morning person. She made her bed, placing her pink plush stuffed rabbit near her pillow. She had disguarded all her stuffed animals, dismissing them as too childish. She simply could not bring herself to leave behind her favorite however. She slept with it every night.

The walk to Sadie's 7am history class was short. It seemed too short on a morning as lovely as this. The grass was still wet with dew, and the air felt especially crisp. The sun was warm enough to banish the chill, as well as last night's memories. She smooths out her vest. She had grown so used to wearing a vest and tie in private schools that she felt silly in anything else. However, she wore them now with skinny jeans instead of a pleated skirt. On her small, thin body the thickness of the tie and vest made her look like a doll dressed up for some scholastic themed collection.

History was not her favorite subject, but she excelled in it, like everything else. Now she reviewed her notes, waiting for Jen to come to breakfast before their next classes. Jen sits down already nursing a large mug of coffee. Sadie gets her customery bowl of oatmeal, no coffee. She just didn't like the taste. Jen perks up with coffee, and both girls chat casually over their breakfasts. Sadie doesn't mention anything about last night. In the light of day she is sure it must have been her imagination. A stay cat and her own childish feel of the dark maybe. Such is her mindset when Jen brings up a student event off campus. A mile north of campus a small party was to be held that night. Jen normally would not invite Sadie to a party off campus, knowing her unique situation. This is suppose to be a tame party with plenty of first year students however. Jen figures if Sadie is to have any chance at a social life, she would have to try reguardless of her age. Though well meaning, Jen is perhaps not the most responsible of friends.

Sadie hesitates for a moment. She is not only a minor with a cerfew, but also forbidden to go anywhere with drugs and alcohol present. A sensation of fear spikes in her stomach. Wait, she always follows the rules; every rule. She did more than what was asked of her in everything. She is a model student and exceptional jewel of youth. She went to bed on time, ate well and maintained a clean appearance. Hadn't she earned it? She was so tired of being perfect. She was so angry at being perfect. Is she suppose to live this dull prefectly ordered routine the rest of her life? The thought made breathing difficult.

With a boldness fueled by insolence, Sadie agrees to meet Jen and two other friends to attend.

On the way to the Party she gets the impresson once again that she is being watched and can see just for a secon an Owl that seems made of shadow    in her periphreal vision but when she focuses on it it it isnt there... and a bird made of shadow... things like that cant exist right?

The partys fun enough people are drinking and discussing their futures.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 17):

Sadie sticks close to the handful of girls she arrived with. She was relieved to get out of the dark again, to her embarassment. She just could not shake the feeling of eyes on her, and she kept seeing things the darkness and her mind were twisting into menacing fantasies.

She is painfully shy at first, feeling vastly out of her element. Jen and the two girls Marie and Tiffany all have drinks in their hands. Never before has she felt more like an outsider. Nobody offers her a drink, but she walks by the table set up with a variety of alcohols, beer and assorted snacks. With the same resolution and rebellion that inspired her earlier, she grabs a red plastic cup and fills it with orange juice and vodka. She isn't really sure how much to add of either, but does her best to pretend like she does.

Though she probably looks doe-eyed, she returns to her small circle, sipping her drink. The orange juice does a good job of masking the vodka, but she tries not to make a face as she drinks. Nobody comments on her drink, aside from Jen clinking plastic cups with her.

After an hour Sadie is having trouble following the conversation. The room feels hot and stuffy, so she decides to step outside. Her head feels fuzzy, but she is surprisingly happy. The porch is well lit, and a few people are littered around it, talking and smoking and sipping drinks. The smoke smells heavy, and Sadie wanders out a little further into the large back yard. No lights or fenses mark the end of the yard and the beginning of another one, and after a moment she realizes the yard is back up against an empty field. She spys an old rusted swing set another 50 yards on. It was likely forgotten years ago, before the current residents moved in. Her fear of the dark is completely abscent, she walks out to it and lowers into a seat. Her cheek are flushed and hot, and the breeze feels good on them as she swings.

Inside Jen wonders where Sadie has gotten to. She had taken it as a personal mission to watch her tonight. Probably just in the bathroom. She will look for her in another couple minutes. This party is pretty chill, but you never know what drunk college boys will do.

Nothing happens thankfully She gets a Email on her Smartphone...

To Sadie Jenkins

Greetings.

Mr Wllston Would like to speak to you The code you should give at the gate is displayed below


g82v47a3

Please come in formalware He wishes to discuss your career as you seem to be a very bright and gifted young lady.


Mr Winston is a wealthy Late middle aged man living in a gated community who helps a lot of people pursue their dreams for his own reasons... its probaly a good thing being asked to meet him.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 19):

Excitedly Sadie jumps off the swing, heading back into the stuffy house to tell Jen about her meeting tomorrow. She stumbles a little on the landing, but she is young and nimble and recovers quickly. The cold air has sobered her up a little. She can't believe her good fortune.

Jen heartily congradulates her with a ferver only a few drinks can induce. Jen insists on one more round of drinks before heading back to the dorms. After all, she can't keep Sadie out to late. Thanks to the last round, Sadie feels no unease or watchers on the walk back. Whether they are there or not, the last drink and company of chatty girls solidly keeps them from imposing on her.

After a noisy enterance, Sadie and Jen curl into their beds. Sadie drifts off pleased with herself. She has done something not only illegal tonight, but more wild than she has ever done. Why is she not mortified?

Sadie's eyes crack open at the sound of her phone's alarm. It is time to get ready for her 7am class. She feels as if she just got over the flu. She rubs the crusty residue from her eyes enough to see her way to the communal bathroom. A hot shower goes a long way to making her feel better, but the light-headedness and fatigue remain. Her routine is far too well oiled to be interrupted by a hangover. She dresses and walks to her class, but an attentive onlooker would certainly notice the lack of spring in her step.

By breakfast Sadie is feeling more like herself. Jen is abscent this morning, which isn't a surprise with the amount she drank the night before. She didn't really expect to see Jen at breakfast this morning.

Sadie only returns to the dorm room after classes are done for the day. She has a full load this term (her parents would expect nothing less), so dusk is only an hour off. She nearly forgot about her meeting during the course of the day. Not like her at all, but understandable under the circumstances. She eats a modest dinner to leave herself time to dress in fresh clothes. Jen is not in the room when she gets in. Tonight she will have to call a taxi, the address she was given is just too far to walk.

Sadie pays the fare displayed on the dash, plus the customery tip. Poverty was not something Sadie had ever worried about. Finances were one of the things her parents took care of for her. As the taxi drives away Sadie pulls out a small piece of paper she had written the gate number on. She has her phone with her, but it never hurt to have a backup. She approaches the gate.

Its a gated community and theirs a guard there who will ask her business

And to her probable answer will say "Piece of advice, take the most direct route to his house, then the most direct route back out, people pay good money to live here and wont take kindly to someone they dont know strolling around leisurely, especialy when its dark"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 21):

Sadie feels suddenly like she is unwelcome, though she understands the logic of what the gate guard says. Obediently she walks the most direct route. She tries to shake off the feeling that she is in trouble. Whatever interview or dicussion Mr. Wllston is going to conduct will most certainly call for confidence on her part.

She reaches the address, and after a pause walks up to the door. She knocks lightly, unable to summon more than a delicate rap.

(OOC Congrats you jut got your own thread)

Most people were drinking and discussing their futures. Killian - who doesn't drink - preferred to discuss the past. He had all kinds of stories for the right kinds of people, when those people can be found. The cool kids - or the cool kids according to Killian, anyway. Actually, getting his attention is a KIND of being cool, in certain circles. Not as many or as large as the kind he could walk in, but then, there's a limit to your popularity when you only ever show up for night classes.

Tonight the crowd was thin, anemic. This wasn't where the real scene was at, for a certain value of 'real'; this was the kind of party even the prep kids could get in on. Where nobody was too likely to end up arrested, or...otherwise unfortunate. A safe place for mice to come and dream they were cats.

Killian was not a cat person.

So when Sadie Jenkins showed up, he perked up, just a little, the same as he did every time someone passed through the front door with that nervous am-I-supposed-to-be-here skitter in their step. When she left early...he followed. No real plan. Not even really hungry so much as curious, just to see...but she didn't head for the dorms. And now he was interested.

(OOC: she goes tommorow evening so you know unless you follow her a whole day?)

(OOC: So she does. Well, can't exactly follow through the day. Scratch that.)

In reply to Killian Black (msg # 26):

-Exit to "All too swiftly I descend into the night"-

you hear about 2 or 3 bizzare attacks on people in a neighbourhood near the college, might also pique your curiousity.

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A few days latter at night someone she cannot see who attacks her from the shadows and is trying to push her down....

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 30):

Sadie returns to her dorm room for the first time in two nights. It seems like so much time has passed, as it often does when important events happen in a short span. As soon as she enters Jen rolls out of bed and is on her feet "Where have you been!?". Jen's face is a jumble of worry and anger. "I was going to call the police tomorrow! How could you just take off without saying anything?'.

Sadie tries to sound surprised by Jen's concern, as if her disappearance was totally natural and harmless."I'm sorry Jen, I didn't mean to worry you. I've been staying with a friend.". Jen should be worried, and probably should have called the police already. "Actually I'm going to continue staying with my friend, but I'll be around now and then for a little longer.". Jen looks at her incredulously "And since when have you become such a night owl? A month ago you wouldn't even go out after dark.". "I'm not going to be a 15 year old girl forever you know Jen." Sadie says in mock indignation. She almost ruins it by laughing at a joke Jen couldn't know she made.

Truly Sadie was touched by Jen's concern. Now it had a bitter sweet feel to it. She would not be as close with Jen as she had been. She couldn't be, or Jen would grow too suspicious of these sudden changes in lifestyle. Would Sadie have to kill her if she did? Her Sire had made it very clear revealing her new nature was the worst crime she could commit. She must avoid it at all costs, even if it meant killing. She had enjoyed killing once, even the pain it brought with it. But she would not enjoy killing Jen.

Sadie showered and changed her clothes, reassuring Jen her things would remain in the dorm for now. Except for her stuffed rabbit of course. After being placated, Jen went back to bed. Now Sadie strolled the darkened streets surrounding the campus, looking into the windows of houses. At this hour everyone was asleep, and no lights shown against figures that would betray the details she needed to know.

Eventually Sadie's route circled along the main drag of coffee houses, bars and small businesses that catered to students. Her mind started to wander to the small cabinet in the labs with her pink stuffed rabbit. Soon she would have to retreat to it.

Things are doing well enough...  But she hears, off campus about mysterious attacks...  some serial killer going around who the police are confounded by.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 32):

Sadie wakes in the same position conciousness had fled her in; body curled slightly, rabbit under her arm. The air smelled stale as it had every time she'd awoken here. With not a single moving or breathing body on that entire floor, the air did not so much as stir during the day. She emerges feet first, leaving her rabbit under the bench.

Rumors of a killer on the loose had piqued her curiosity. Aside from trying to establish a haven, she had decided to investigate. She muses that perhaps it could be one or more kindred without the police knowing. The dead girl she had left could have been mistaken as part of the same case. She would have to learn more to guess with more accuracy. She isn't sure what she will do with the information even if she does find the root of the killings. She has nothing but time on her hands until she has to register for night classes at the end of the term. She had already withdrawn from her current courses; making day classes was simply impossible for her. She had never had a period of time where she was not studying, and it felt odd.

Tonight she found she was hungry again. She was frightened she would betray herself, or that if she commanded a mortal to forget her, it wouldn't work. And if it didn't, she would have to kill again to cover her tracks. She remembers her Sire's disapproving frown. She didn't want to displease him.

Sadie entered the small office police on campus and hired security used. She approaches the man seated behind a blue-topped desk. She smiles shyly "Um...hi. I'm with the student paper, and I'm doing a piece about the recent attacks on campus. I'm trying to raise awareness and advise students on how to be safer.". She knows some details are not disclosed to any media, but she feels this is a likely way to get information.

he pauses "Im not at liberty to say much we found the corpse of a girl just a day or two ago... and have no idea where it was from...a Lot of these attacks happened in residential neighbourhoods off campus. No idea what the motive is" He says and paces a little is clearly frustrated... wanting to do SOMETHING about this issue.
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Ligia arrived a few weeks ago mostly getting settled and working on her graduate classes in Legal Studies a certificate on non-profits and grant writing, to add to her business degree. But even she had to have a life so showering, dressing nice and a bit of perfume she heads out for an afternoon of fun maybe dinner and a movie. But she's not sure yet. One thing she does do is get books on local houses and commercial properties for sale and during a casual dinner circles ones she could afford with a bold tip felt pen.

Well she can find houses of various prices... she notices, one neighbourhood which currently has declining property values... as people arent eager to live there because of a recent crime wave... but a very nice house is available currently.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 36):

Sadie pauses "Well maybe I can help you. I've done at least five interviews amoung the staff and students so far. One of them mentioned seeing a strange figure in the alley by the biology buildings.". She trains her face to open and helpful. "I could show you the area she pointed out."

She was hungrier than she had thought. She was having a hard time not staring at his neck, and the veins pressing lightly against his skin. She can only hope her ploy will work.

Ligia notes it, she will need to look into why, but right now she is out for fun but can do some internet research later the crime reports will be available. But if there are commercial property options like a store with an apartment above she would be interested there are likely programs for developing that. The house could be of interest however depending on her research.

She get out her iPhone and starts looking things up about the neighborhood there have to be economic reasons for the reduction in property values and that is usually not good. But if it can be turned around she could get into business. She always wanted to start a non-profit group this could be a good time to start with a location.

Irritablbly he looks straight at Sadie "Look young lady, I cant just up and go because you think you've found something... sounds grouchy... but makes the fatal mistake of meeting her gaze..."
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Ligia finds that the major place for the reduction in property values is it isnt seen as quite as safe a place to live, as it used to be.

When Sadie locks gazes with the Campus cop she feels the strengh of his will, or maybe the stars just arent in the right conjunction, whatever the case shes unable to issue a decree to him he shrugs off any commands she gives with indifference, forcing her to try finding someone else...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 41):

A thrill of fear flares through Sadie. It didn't work. Suddenly she was a little angry at the officer for resisting. She had worked hard for so many years, had achieved where others struggled, through perserverance. And this lazy overfed mortal couldn't even get up from his desk to investigate an active case?!

It takes all her willpower not to lose her cool and spoil her deception. She glances around to make sure nobody is near or looking in this direction. With an energy born of anger she locks eyes with the man. Her focus is sharp, edged by her sudden frustrated desire to dominate. (She is attempting to mesmerize him). She says carefully "follow me".

He resists again... then gets up and follows her still struggling a bit but dazed by her power and following her not sure why and curious about what precisely is going on...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 43):

Sadie leads the officer outside. On second thought, the biology buildings are too far from here. He was stumbling after her more than walking with a purpose. That wouldn't look good. She settles for a closer alley near the back of one of the older brick structures. She glances around as they head away from populated pathways. Her doubt has been pushed down by her simmering anger at the man. She is running a danger of abandoning too much caution because of it.

She makes sure there is enough light for the officer to see by when she stops. The end of the alleyway is dimly lit by a old porchlight rigged just below some of the crumbling molding. She is willing to bet the guided tours of campus don't come this way. The cracked asphalt is wet from a pipe outlet. She glares at the man. "Stay still, stay silent." she says forcefully (and with a hint of contempt). His neck is actually a little high, but she moves to him in more of a ambush than an approach. She moves to bite much harder than is needed to simply draw blood, letting her anger spill out. he had embarassed and defied her.

He gasps pausing... unsure...  nervous and a bit frightened... is quite scared

she feels the hot rich blood flowing into her every moment she feels stronger, more vital, and more ALIVE then she ever did as a mortal, and she has to decide wheither to spare him or not,as her sire told her to avoid leaving a string of bodys around.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 45):

At first Sadie thinks good as she feels him tremble. It satisfies her frustration. She can feel his heart fluttering as the rich flow pulses. Though the taste of his blood tempts her to drink until his heart seizes, she stops. She remembers her obedience to her Sire. She licks the blood away from the small wounds and pulls his collar back up (she doesn't know it will heal).

As she pulls back she catches sight of his face. The look on it is the type she would expect to see on a scared child. Pity swells in her chest. She reaches out to him, petting him like a frightened animal. "It's ok." she says softly. She has never seen a grown man cry before, and his cheeks are wet. She knows how she can make it better. She looks at him, compelling his eyes to stay on hers, immobilzed. The sound of dripping water fills the silence of the alley. After a few moments she says "Forget what happened here.". She turns and walks away once she is sure he has the message. She does not want him to see her after he shakes off the affect.

She feels sated and full of vigor. The night is still early enough to watch into windows, and she turns into the residental connected streets. Any house where someone is obviously living alone she will look more closely at. She knows it is a good idea to avoid anyone with dogs for noise alone.

She sees a few vacant houses where she could probaly move in if she just needed short term occupancy.

After a few hours she finds a house dwelled in by a early middle aged man who seems pretty grumpy, having an empty an directionless life.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 47):

Sadie evaluates the empty houses. One would do for now if she had to. An inhabited house would be better. Someone to pay utilities, keep the property maintained. Furnature would be nice too.

The man's shadow occasionally moved in the windows Sadie was watching from across the street. The house, while ample for a family of 4, was too large for him. The paint was a muted dark blue, and recent. The yard was landscaped and lawnless. Sage bushes, lupin, lavender and a pomegranate tree were overshadowed by old trees. Multch and bark carpeted between stratigically placed rocks and plants. She was willing to bet he had hired someone to lay out this carefully planted concoction.

It's still early. She approaches the door, knocking on the dark wood. After a minute the man comes to the door. Sadie clasps her hands in demure fashion, as if she is nervous. "Hi, I'm pleased to meet you. I saw your add in the paper for the room for rent. I'd like to rent it.". She knows very well he didn't place an ad in the paper, but is probably willing to believe she has the wrong address. She is betting everything on this working, because she won't be able to try any of her other ploys after this.

Ligia is not buying now but will visit some properties when time permits, submitting to an on-line multi-lender site with her information for a mortgage using her resources as reference. She will look into also business help the city might offer and small business administration options. Not tapping her religious options right now wishing to keep this in the planning stage.

She's thinking of a charity use of a commercial property with an apartment space she can remodel above for her to live in.

And she needs to work on her classes to, she likely will be busy the next few days.

He frowns at Sadie... "You look a bit young to be renting a room , or to be going through this neighbour hood at night, its dangerous you hear me?" He says sternly, seeming concerned until...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 50):

"I assure you, I'm a college student here.". She looks down "unfortunately I'm between terms right now, and only active students can live in the dorms. So I have to find an alternative residence."

What she says is only half truth. Yes only active students could live in the dorms, but nobody would evict a student between terms. It was considered wiggle room.

She looks up "I really need somewhere safe to stay, and I can pay."

He pauses "Well... How much are you offering on a monthly basis?"

"Ugh.. I should stop staying up till sunrise."

Janus groaned as he dragged himself out of bed, blinking blearily at the sunlight seeping into his room through the blinds. Shuffling over to his computer, he booted it up and quickly freshened up while waiting. Returning to his machine, he saw a blinking blue message that is definitely abnormal and sighed upon reading the contents.

"Great, school is starting and somehow those mysterious guys managed to trace me AND hack into my personal email... Gotta keep them happy well at least till I manage to bust their firewalls and retrieve those records."

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 52):

Sadie aims high; her parents supplied her with more than enough monthly income. "Well the ad said $350, but I'll pay $500 to show you I'm serious. I'm pressed for time.". Her mouth curls up on one side slightly in an innocent gesture "I don't cause trouble".

She takes a moment to examine him more carefully. He is on the tall side at 5'11". While not portly, neither is he slim. A diet of pre-prepared food is starting to catch up to him, and he's sporting a small gut. His hair is a wholesome shade of chestnut, and it cut in an utterly average style. His blue eyes are perhaps the only characteristic that stands out about him. She had expected to feel very little for the person she narrowed in on to provide a haven. This man stikes her as pleasent, and honest. She likes him.

In reply to Ligia Dimitrescu (msg # 49):

It takes her a while but Ligia is able to find the loan and permits she'd need. Theirs no guarantee a business will thrive here though.

In reply to Sadie Jenkins (msg # 54):

He is gruff but sighs... "I'd need to clear out a room, that I use mostly as my library... but with an extra 500 a month" he sighs "I can put most of them in storage... Im unemployed, so you know" he advises her.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 56):

Sadie smiles "renting out a room is an easy fix in a college town.". she says agreeably. The man seems beaten down and sad to her. She might have the potential to "outlive" him, but he was at least two and a half times her age. She finds it strange she would pity him. For a second she is glad she chose this route; her rent would provide him some source of income. Maybe he would be less likely to question the hours she keeps and strange eating habits if he needed her.

"I can move in tomorrow night." she pauses, looking down again "it has to be night. You know the people you hear about with that rare allergy to sunlight? Well my case is far more mild than what you've heard probably. But it causes me irritation. It's hard to be out at this strange hour, people always wonder. And you're right, it is dangerous. I'll appreciate having somewhere safe to live.". Lying feels a little distastful. She understands something about this man's pain. It inspires a feeling of protectiveness.

She shakes his hand politely before bidding him goodnight. One more day in the chemisty lab cabinet was all she would have to tolerate. For now she decides to stroll along the main drag, maybe sit and sip nothing while reading in the coffee house. Mostly she wants to watch people. Her new senses are still unfamilar, and she revels in feeling the pulses of people around her.

Each and every one of them when they approach... she can FEEL the warm rich hot blood flowing in their veins.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 58):

Sadie remembers how the man in the house had reacted to her; too young. She could see many situations where playing on her youth could be useful. There seemed to be just as many isnatnces where it could inconvenience or hurt her. If she wanted to look more adult on occasion, perhaps she could obscure true age by dressing a certain way. She gets up, and walks out of the coffee house. If she's lucky most of the shops will still be open. University students often didn't stick to a bedtime, and the businesses in town catered to them.

Sadie holds out a woman's black formal button down shirt. Extra small still ran a little big on her depending on the cut, but she could pull it off. The store was small, but well kept. Only two people were on staff tonight. An older woman with touched up blond hair about ten years out of date (probably the owner) gives her a strange look, but says nothing. Sadie had already laid a plaid skirt cut to the knee and several pairs of formal pants on on the counter. A conservative sweater and a few more shirts soon joined them. Sadie had never worn makeup, but she studied the colors displayed on a small ashwood stand at the front. She doesn't really know what type of color would even suit her. She looks at the woman rying to look busy nearby "What would you reccomend?" she asks.

Patrica walks over with close clipped steps. Though she thinks Sadie looks young for the clothing choices she had selected, she would enjoy helping her match her color.

"I'd reccomend ..." She pauses considering carefully..

"Some light blush as far as makeup is concerned, dont want too mcuh so you dont look tackty, just enough to hide minor imperfections in your skin"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 58):

Patricia is a little surprised at how pale Sadie's complexon is, pasty almost. She tactfully suggests some blush. With such dark hair and eyes, a more true red would be tasteful, and on someone so pale it would stand out too much. Sadie accepts her advise gratefully.

With serveral bag in tow Sadie had found her way to "Siren", a clothing store of a completely different nature from the last store. This one sold teen's clothing. Nobody even batted an eye at her enterance here, she was their normal clientele. Though most were also usually accompanied by a parent, they had the credit card after all.

Inspecting a pink strapped top adorned with kittens, she can't help but reflect that her fashions had been severely restricted during her life. She's actually sort of having fun. Small shorts and tightly fitting pants highlight the long skinny legs she hasn't grown into yet. She includes a few skirts, most of them frilly. Colorful hair bands, some with fake attachments, accentuate the look nicely. Most of the dresses are cut to look mature, so she avoids those. She takes a flowered country print dress however; it makes her look like some adorable bare-footed country dweller. She is used to wearing formal shirts under her tie and vest. She ademantly selects only tanks and cotton tee's, with varying themes and decorations.

What the staff in this shop does eye her over, is her ability to pay. Her parents had supplied her with a card with her own name which they funded, and no amount of i.d. checking would change that.

Sadie is forced to go back to her dorm room to stow her new wardrobe. She hopes Jen isn't there. She doesn't want to face her right now. Luckily, Jen is out tonight. Probaby partying or sleeping somewhere else. Sadie showers and changes into a one of her adult costumes. She would want to look mature enough to be moving into that house tomorrow night. She donned a skirt in fall colors that went to her knees, with button up shirt and angora cami sweater. She twists her drying hair up into a french knot. She looks at the mirror, pleased with the effect. Her 'sleep' during the day would look strange if she had observers. A girlish figure dressed like she's ready to give a lecture, curled up around a pink stuffed bunny. The dichotomy was ridiculous.

In midday she suddenly finds herself awakened she feels heavy sluggish every second is a constant struggle not to return to sleep

A young man and woman have sneaked into the room and the looks between them, clearly their about to make out.

The mans carressing her chin and she kisses him... you have to decide and feel you must choose fairly quickly as any second you might fall back into blackness.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 62):

Despite the lethargy, panic spikes through Sadie's mind. She is incredibly vulnerable. If she is sighted she may not survive the day, and if she does her true nature will still be revealed. Then she may as well meet the sun herself. It would be all too easy for them to spot her under the bench. She has to at least try.

The couple has gotten surprisingly close to her, distracted with each other. She won't have to move too far...but if one runs she doesn't think she can catch them. She's not sure how long she has. With as much speed as she can muster bursts out from the cubby under the bench. She is faster than a mortal still, but much slower than when she is awake at night. Gravity seems to pull at her every movement. She goes diretly for the girl's throat without preamble. The man is less likely to run in her opinion. Her goal is not to feed, but simply to kill. She tries to grab at the male's throat when she is already on the female (they are close together). She will rip their throats out as quickly as she can....if she can...and crawl into another cubby as far as she can get from the bodies.

Her first attack only does so well shes in a grapple  with the guy, the girls puzzled... not understanding whats going on yet... (OOC: he does 2 bashing to you, want to try healing it?)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 64):


Sadie bites at the man's neck desperately, trying to strike as deep as possible. If the girl runs, Sadie will have to hide. Running after her will just be too difficult, and she fears light will leak into the outter halls if she even makes it that far.

Mans just stupified... and barely struggles after she manages to bite him... Girls scared... "Let me go! Please I'll do anything..." she says terrified.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 66):

Sadie digs into his neck, tearing at veins and arteries. She drinks, but she is more concerned with opening enough of a wound to make him quickly bleed out. Her clothes are quickly becoming soaked in blood. She doesn't have the luxury of cleanliness this time.

She can feel the blood hitting her face with some pressure; she must have hit carotid artery at least. Even given the situation, the blood is somewhat intoxicating, and she is reluctant to release her grip. She considers trying to command the woman to forget, but she isn't sure she can maintain the concerntration in this state. She might fail to stay awake long enough. She can't see any way not to use brutal force. She throws her body at the woman , hoping for as much luck with her.

shes able to kill the woman, (and now has the "Wanton" Condition thankfully she succeeded on the detachment roll)

Both corpses are at her feet and shes able to hold on just barely

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 68):

Sadie stumbles, on each faltering step. She doesn't feel she can make it further away than her original hiding place. As she bends to enter the cubby her knees give out and she collapses into the small space. She is just barely able to pull her feet in before her vision goes black.

The room is still again, as the bodies bleed and cool on the stone floor. Some blood had been drained, but still more seeped out onto the ground. If anyone else comes to this room for any reason, the slaughter will be obvious. Though this scenario is unlikely, it still puts Sadie at risk, even if she doesn't know it.

Thankfully no one else comes in through the day the corpses are still there waiting when night comes and she awakes now what to do go ahead with move, tell anyone about the corpses?

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 70):

Sadie awakens at nightfall. For a moment she forgets about the events of the day. Then her eyes fall on the corpses. Looking down, her shirt is stiff with blood all down the front. The warning her Sire had given her suddenly thunders through her head. She had killed against his wishes. Tears well in her eyes as she searches the old lab for a blade of some kind. She is stronger than a human, but some blade would be required for a job as big as dismemberment.

She finds an old scapel in a kit in the front drawer. The plastic case also contains forceps, a probe, sissors and thick metal pins. She obviously has no use for those.

The scapel isn't much, but she wields it with abnomal strength, ripping with her hands where ever she can. Still it takes her nearly three hours to just sever the limbs and heads of both corpses. She stuffs the bodies in cabinets by under the sinks on the wall, closing them tightly. The smell would eventually permeate at least this entire floor. Odds are nobody would discover the bodies for a very long time. Moving them elsewhere really isn't an option. Not only are they heavy, but she was likely to be sighted with them.

She looks down at her shirt with regret. She can't be seen like this. Ironically a soiled shirt was proving more dangerous to her than two dead bodies. She lets out a small laugh. She strips off her shirt, balling it up to take with her. She could leave nothing of hers here any longer. She almost can't believe her eyes when she spots a disguarded sweater. It must be the woman's. She slips it on. It's way too large, but it's clean. For a moment she has the urge to thank the owner, and surpresses a welling of guilt. These people had been innocent, and unlucky, but she knew she had had no choice but to put herself in dire risk.

She keeps to the darker areas on her way to change her clothes. She is clean, but the sweater is ill-fitting. She sees a few people in the building, but nobody notices her much. Jen is bent over a textbook in the small room.

"I'm moving out Jen, I thought you should know.". Jen looks crestfallen at Sadie's announcement and Sadie says quickly we'll still do things together.". She smiles "I want to go to more parties, and I can't go without my wingman." she says placatingly. She is serious when she says it though.

After much hugging and tears on Jen's part, Jen had been willing to say goodbye. Sadie would have to make several trips. She didn't own very much, and the furnature belonged to the dorm. Her pink bunny stared out the top of her first box.

The mans cleared a room, previously he kept books in it "Not sure where to keep them now" He sighs.

Its a small room Quite bare as of yet "Im sorry I only have so much" he admits.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 72):

The room had polished wood molding consistant with a study. An empty bookshelf stood against one wall. If the floor hadn't been hardwood she would be able to see the print on carpet where the desk had been. The walls were covered in wallpaper, like most of the house. It had been installed long ago, but now it had a charming antique look to it. There was no overhead light, but a lamp in the corner. The house must be old. The closet was small, as in most old houses. The closet door was the skinny iron type with a clear red glass knob that reminded Sadie of a gem. There was only one window, which was a relief. It would be easy enough to block with the bookshelf and a blanket.

Sadie's smile is easy as she replies "neither do I.". She had paid the first month's rent in cash, but she would need to know the man's name, Checks were so much easier."What name do you go by?".

He sighs "Eddie, Eddie Warner, I've been unemployed my entire life" sighs.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 74):

She looks at him matter-of-factly "Well technically you're a landlord now.". She sets the handled box down, taking out a few articles of clothing, her pink bunny, and a small stack of assorted books and notebooks. "I have more things to get. I'll be in and out for awhile." she pauses "oh, it's also very important you don't disturb me during the day for any reason. I stay up most of the night because of my medical condition. That's when I get things done. So I sleep very late." she shrugs "It's odd I know, but it works for me.". She smiles warmly, careful to make direct eye contact. Her gaze locks with Eddie, a neutral expression on her face "No disturbances during daylight.". She imbues the words with as much concentration and power as she can, still not sure of how effective she could be. She had failed before. Being left unmolested during her daily sleep was not only critical to her safety, but to Eddie's as well. She realizes looking at the man, that she really would hate to have to kill him. She might even consider letting him live if he discovered her secret and kept it. That of course went against the most important vampire law enforced, and her Sire had firmly forbid her from it. He might even kill her himself if that happened and she was caught. Eddie seemed to have a gentle and kind nature, despite his misfortunes in life. She felt he deserved her help and protection. She glances at him; yes, she might risk it if the worst were to happen.

After several more trips Sadie places her last load on the hardwood floor of her room. She has no mattress, but she plans on spending the days in the closet anyway, which luckily was carpeted. With some effort she had pushed the bookshelf in front of the window. It fit over perfectly, the back flush with the frame. She had stolen a roll of duct tape from Jan on her last trip, and she used it to seal the cracks between the bookshelf and window frame. She does her best to hide as much of the tape as she can. Eddie might object otherwise, and really, it just looked tacky. She could probably safely sleep just in the room, but the closet was a good extra measure. Out in the room just felt too risky. The bookshelf actually serves her well. She lines up her school supplies, texts and notebooks. Her clothes she hangs in the closet, shoes on the shelf above them.

Eddie is watching tv by the time she finishes. She sits herself on the second sofa of muted yellow. Eddie seems glad of the company, and to be honest, so is she. She had been very alone since the embrace. The only cohabitor in her world was her Sire so far. "Excuse me Eddie, I have something to do. I'll see you later."

She finds herself on the doorstep on her Sire's house. The guard at the gate seemed to know her face, and hadn't challenged her passage. She doesn't know if he'll be angry with her, but she feels she has to tell him what happened. She hadn't even enjoyed killing the two students who had crept down to her resting place. It had been a deperate act of self preservation. She remembers her Sire's words carefully. How many was a "bloodbath"? Would he punish her? She knocks on the door.

In reply to Sadie Jenkins (msg # 75):

(Am on tablet at library)

Once again she's seated down offered heated blood in an archaic goblet her sire waits a bit before  seeing her.

He sighs a bit


"I won't say I am not disappointed, did you think to scare them off or hide better, or command them to forget"

Asks sharply then sighs

"Dear, you need a slave, someone to mind your affairs during sunlight hours."

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 76):

Sadie accepts the offer. She has enough trouble keeping herself fed, she wouldn't dream of turning away food. It's strange to be drinking out of something that looks like it belongs in a museum.

She looks down at her Sire's comment, answering "I would have been noticed trying to move to another spot. I was too tired to focus enough to command, and if I had failed I would have been defenseless when I fell asleep again.". She looks up "It felt like my only choice. I almost failed to kill them as it was. If I had I probably wouldn't be talking to you right now."

"I won't be as vulnerable now. I've secured a haven.". She thinks of Eddie's kindly face "Is that what you had told me about giving my blood to a mortal three times?". It would not be too difficult to get him to drink her blood once or twice, she might have trouble with three times. If he was bonded to her, it would be easier for both of them. She wouldn't worry about him growing suspicious of her habits or walking in on her during the day.

In reply to Sadie Jenkins (msg # 77):

Nods "Once that happens they are your thrall... Such a thrall should not be mistreated, or starved or beaten without cause, but, must never be allowed to forget their place"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 78):

Sadie loved the hunt, but the idea of torturing someone or mistreating them made her stomach sink. Especially Eddie. She had even thought of risking herself for him earlier. She wonders if her Sire delights in such pastimes. She responds "I will aquire a slave.".

Every time she saw her Sire she found herself feeling closer to him. She had hated disappointing him, even if she felt she hadn't had a choice. She felt dawn getting closer. It would take her time to get to her haven, and it was prudent to leave now. Without really thinking about it, she stands on her toes and kisses her Sire's cheek by way of a goodnight.

Sadie feels the sky will start changing color soon, though true dawn is still an hour off at least. Eddie is soundly asleep on the couch; the tv was still on. Quietly, she moves to stand over him. She tears open a small wound on her upper finger. She bites deeply; she would need a decent amount of blood quickly. She dribbles blood from Eddie's nose and into his mouth, pressing her finger. If she had to guess, at least two tablespoons poured into Eddie's mounth before he swallowed and woke up sputtering.

 She stands there calmly, but looking slightly concerned. "Eddie, you have a nosebleed.". She watches him walk quickly into the downstairs bathroom, inspecting his nose. She leans against the doorframe "Did it stop?". He replies blearily "yes, I think it's stopped.". "Well I'm off to bed. goodnight." she says warmly.

She wraps herself in the teal comforter from her dorm bed, tucked away below her clothes hanging in the closet. She had locked her door, but she was also relying on Eddie's obedience to her command, which she is not positive worked. She is surprisingly comfortable, not that it mattered much. She would sleep just as deeply whether comfortable or not. She hugged her bunny and faded out for the day.

He nods glad she sees sense...

He accepts the kiss stoicly, deciding to indulge her a little, after all, it would take time for her to learn the codes of ettiquite she must know.

You sleep through the day securely and only need 2 more nights to bind him to you, or look for someone else as your actual slave, as opposed to puppet?
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 80):

Sadie wakens in the pitch black of her closet. Soft bits of cloth brush her hair and face as she sits up. She turns on the light in the bedroom. She doesn't really need it, but it would look more natural. She had to remember to appear human around Eddie. Most of the wakeup routine is the same for human or vampire: shower, groom, get dressed, look for food. Sadie had eaten a lot yesterday between the shortened feed during daylight hours and the blood her Sire had offered her. She should always look, but it wouldn't be too essential for her to feed tonight. She notes how rapidly that thought had become common place.

"Hey" she says by way of greeting her landlord. She would need to create the illusion of eating. "I'm going to go grab something to eat. I hate cooking.". Without preamble she walks out the back door and down the driveway to the street. She walks around for half an hour, then purchases a juice smoothe from a jamba juice on the strip. The cashier gives her a strange look and suggests an iron 'boost'. This had been her only reason for leaving the house just now. She walks back in the direction of home. before slipping back in she bites her finger, bleeding what she thinks won't be noticable into the cup.

She enters casually "I got you a smoothe. I already drank mine. It's got an iron boost.". She hands it to him as if it isn't worth mentioning. Eddie accepts the styrofoam cup with a surprised, but pleasent expression.

He drinks pausing "It tastes a trifle odd, but feels really good very soothing."

he takes a few more sips

"your very thoughtful" He advises.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 82):

She acts unphased.'I've never tried that flavor." she says in an attempt to explain the taste. Eddie was beginning to enjoy having someone else in the house. He was glad she had mistaken this address for the one listed in whatever ad she had seen. Not only did he really need the money, but it eased his lonliness.

Sadie sits reading over notes and texts in the livingroom while Eddie watches tv. She enjoyed sharing the space with him. She might not have any classes until the start of the term, but there was no reason to fall behind. She stretches after a few hours, decided on a walk. She never knows if she'll run into a meal, and she had been sitting too long. Vaguely she remembers about the rumors circulating about a killer in the university area. Maybe she could find more out about that.

She sets out with no particular goal or destination in mind.

after 4 or so hours of searching, you see a guy, who looks like a stereotypical gangster, wearing a wool cap, and approaching slowly, but inevitably...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 84):

Sadie allows him to approach. If he passes her without incident she will turn around and follow him at a distance.

She feels something odd from him after approaching close he seems to sense something odd from her too, and parts ways with her... Hurrying, but not quite running, away.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 86):

She waits for the man to walk maybe about a forth of a block away, then matches his pace. She feels slightly indignant her would hurry away from her, as she gets the feeling it's intentional. She isn't done with him yet. Truthfully his aversion to her piques her interest though.

She softens her footfalls as much as possible. The cold concrete had bled out the day's heat hours ago. It seemed harder and less forgiving. It would be best to stick to the shadows more at this time of night, considering her wardrobe choice. She wore a pink short sleeve shirt with small red hearts printed on it. The sleeves had a slight flair to them and were pinched narrow by a a small elastic addition. Her shorts were simple flat cotton, making her legs look long and spindly. She had slipped a band over her small breasts to make them even less noticable. She looked perhaps 13 or 14 in this costume, and no child that young had a reason to be out this late. She had kept an eye out for police cars, and tried to remain mostly unseen.

After two blocks she presses toward the man a little more, closing some of the distance.

Shes able to take him most unaware, and confront him as she sees fit.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 88):

She pushes the man into a side alley. She had traversed many of the streets and alleys and knew this one had no outlet. There was no point in trickery or subtley at this point; he knew more about her somehow than she wanted him to. He had shyed from her, what appeared to be a girl of 14 wandering on the street. She logically should not pose any threat to a man who knew nothing about her.

She was stronger than she had been as a mortal, but taking prey was not without struggle. She might have trouble with a full grown man in his prime. Maybe he didn't know that though. "I'm sorry, I seemed to have bumped you.". She stands with arms clasped behind her back theatrically. She didn't want to completely reveal herself, should she be unable to take him down. She looks down and then up again, playing on her youth, but with a confidence and look of calm that should not belong to a child years her junior.

She looks at him flatly, with the stillness only someone who doesn't breathe can have. 'Who might you be?". She exudes as menacing an air as her small body can communicate. She wants to look unnatural and frightening. Because she will have trouble stopping him if he wants to push his was out of the alley. She may not be permitted to reveal her nature, but as she understood the rules, she could hint at it.

He rants

"I'm Steven Black, I was on the way for a walk 2 months ago then I was turned into this... this thing!" He says with rage and disgust... "I just try to survive another night... I can endure the sun, but its difficult  and hurts my eyes" He sighs and seems ENRAGED at what was done to him.

He shrinks back sensing the sheer MAJESTY of the monster within her he FEARS simply being near her.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 90):

Sadie is surprised the man is so forthcoming. She is beyond curious. Years of academic preparation and study have honed her desire to explore new things. Steven's story is bizzare. The only transformation she knows of would render him unconcious during the day and completely unable to tolerate the sun.

She relaxes her stance a little, tilting her head. It would be obvious even to him that she is interested and surprised. "What happened two months ago?". "She steps forward slowly "What must you do to survive a night?". She breathes in deliberately to smell him, studying his features for any clue or characteristic.

"I got bit on the neck... passed out.. Then woke up craving blood" he admits and still seems skittish


"I accidently got exposed to the sun for a bit and found I could endure it not easily, but I could handle it" He sighs.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 92):

She isn't sure how he has been able to survive sunlight, but she thinks that he must be a new vampire. Where was his Sire? She feels a great swell of pity for him. He had existed in some terrible limbo for months, confused and angry.

She smiles reassuringly. "I think I know something about what you're talking about.". She hopes her childish demenor and appearance will keep demands for an explanation at bay, because she doesn't totally understand herself. Dawn is not too far off.

She lifts her wrist, looking at it and considering. Perhaps if he was painfully stuck between two worlds, she could share some of her own blood. Just going a few days without blood left her ravenous, and she doesn't want to consider how unpleasent it would be to go for months. Beneath the rage she could sense anguish.

She steps toward him as if he is a skitterish animal. "I think this will help" she says in an innocent voice. She abandoned all efforts at intimidation. She bites gently half way between her wrist and elbow and offers it to him. "drink a little, it will make you feel better.". She keeps playing at the attitude of a helpful young girl. Much easier to trust she figures.

He moans in pleasure tasting her blood Being soothed and strenghened by it.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 94):

After a minute she pulls her arm delicately. Too delicately; he continues to draw from her arm. She pulls back more forcefully, using her other arm to grip the underside of his jaw. Strong or not, no human or animal likes being gripped there, and she pries him off. He pants for a minute, standing in the dark narrow alley.

Sadie hadn't eaten human food since she had been turned, and had started to find it repulsive. The smell of pizza was still alluring though. One of the buildings creating the alley was "The Dream Pizza". It sold a variety of unusual gourmet style pizzas, which Sadie had enjoyed when she was alive. The smell drifted about the alley still.

He seems much better, and she is extremely pleased she was able to aleviate some of his hunger. "You best get inside soon, the sun will be up. I live in this area, and I will be here tomorrow night at 10.". She runs her fingers though his hair in a gesture more like petting than touching. A childish form of comforting.

he nods "I need to fee nightly, I cough up any blood I have in my system when I sleep."

He goes sighingly.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 96):

Sadie watches him go, considering his last words. Why any vampire new or old would cough up blood is beyond her. The only person she could ask is her Sire. She would have to pay him a visit and ask tomorrow night.

She walks back through the less lit and less frequented streets to her haven. She is deep in thought, wondering at and imagining possible explanations for poor Steven Black. The heels of her mary janes click as she walks up the steps and turns her spare key in the lock. Eddie didn't fall asleep in the livingroom tonight; must be in bed. She walks to her room quietly, locking her door behind her. She slips off her shoes, stowing them away immediately. Her blankets seem just as welcoming now as they did in life.

The evening seems to come quickly. Sadie isn't sure if vampires dream; she hasn't had a dream yet. She remembers her tasks tonight. She had drifted off thinking of them. She decides a similar costume to last night's would serve her best if she might come across Steven again. No reason to confuse him with an abrupt change in appearance. She emerges from her room wearing a dress cut in a babydoll style. The cotton pattern was simple, with the top potion being denim. Not only did it make her look younger, but it was very in style this year.

She is geniunely delighted to see Eddie this evening, and a smile comes naturally. 'Good evening Eddie." she says cheerfully. She opens the fridge, pretending to look. She wonders how much Eddie will accept of her nature, also knowing she can't reveal it fully. A small part of her yearned to tell him. She grabs a clear carton of cranberry juice and pulls a glass down from the nearby shelf. She fills the glass halfway. She walks up to Eddie sitting at the kitchen table, and in full view bites her finger, dripping blood into the juice. "You should try cranberry juice like this, it's better.". She encourages the smell to waft his way, hoping he will remember the taste of her blood. This is the third time....she feels she must give him some small amount of choice. She waits tensely, not sure what he will do.

"Thats kind of gross..." He says kind of weirded out but wants to drink the blood cant explain why but desperately craves it... still he says

"I could get ill..." Pausing looks longingly

"Sorry Im not that adventurous." He admits.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 98):

She presses further. "You won't get sick. In fact it will make you stronger.". She smiles warmly"Doesn't it smell good?". She didn't want to do this against his will. She hadn't thought too much about his refusal. She wonders if she will force him if it comes to that.

He pauses clearly conflicted... she has to make a decision appearently... and her sire did say she needed to take a slave

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 100):

She likes Eddie; she wanted him to do it by himself. With great disappointment, she looks into his eyes. She focuses intently into his blue eyes."drink this." she commands. She hands him the glass. She is greatly regretful she had to command him, but she also wants to see what effect a thrid drink would have. She had also told her Sire she would obtain a blood slave, and she intended to. Eddie seemed to feel he had had no purpose in his own life, but she could give him purpose.

He blinks but nods and swallows the blood infused cranberry juice... blinking as the bond finishes forming and he looks to her differently now

"It is, pretty refreshing a change, I have to admit" He says not knowing hes looking at her differently now, almost reverantly.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 102):

"Told you." she says, smiling. "I've got to go out.". She had to visit her Sire before she was due at the alleyway. She pauses, looking at him affectionately. "have some fun tonight.".She clasps the clear bottle of cranberry juice, placing it back on the top shelf. She closes the back door behind her.

Sadie knocks on the large wooden door that is becoming all too familar. Moving long distances didn't tire her anymore, and she often walked to her Sire's haven. Tonight, she was pressed for time, so she had taken a cab. One good thing about college towns was proliferous and prompt cab services. Though mostly they carted around drunk students.

Shes welcomed in regally enough,

"Sweet child" He smiles and nods to her.

"Will you stay the night dear?" Her sire asks kindly "It is close to Dawn" He admits

"The man you've found sounds like a Revenant, Not Quite a vampire their essentialy a partial embrace, coming from either a Ghoul who dies and had a POTENT master, or those drained dry by feeding, especialy if their kille is not overmuch affected by the act of murder" He sighs

"Creating them is strongly discouraged, as theirs two ways they can become true kindred" he explains


"One is for a vampire to adopt them, I'd STRONGLY Advise you againt doing so as your not ready for the responsiblety.

To do this they simply feed them blood and invest a sliver of their very soul, into the revenant forcing his very blood to shift, ccompleting the unfinished embrace.

The other way" Shivers

"The other way is why we tend to exterminate revenants on discovery... they can kill drink a vampires blood and his very soul, taking on the clan of their victim,

As Dialbriee, is considered one of the most loathesome possible crimes by most Vampires, Preemptively destroying them is considered acceptable to prevent a population of people who would be tempted to do such a thing"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 104):

Sadie lights up as much as an undead can light up at her sire's greeting. She found his presence comforting.

She hadn't invested anything while giving blood, she was sure. She had risked more than she had known by sharing blood. Still she felt sorry for Steven. "Is killing him really the kindest thing to do?". She knew her sire was right; she could not adopt him. She simply did not know enough about her new existance to guide anyone else. She had acted only to help him, but she doesn't know if she can save him. She doesn't even question why she wants to save him. So recently embraced herself, she sympathized with him.

She remembers "I made a blood slave. As you suggested.". It was easier than I thought it would be. I had to force him on the last drink; I didn't want to have to do that.

He nods "The existence of a revenant is a danger to the public weal, they must feed nightly as their not able to store blood on a long term basis in their bodies... theirs allready reports of a Derranged killer in the area, for kindred and kine alike" He sighs sadly "Their is no other way, you understand this I hope child?" He says gently.

nods "It will take a while to get used to the potency you enjoy as a Kindred, with that potency comes a grave responsiblety, at times you must "Play god" as some mortals would put it, and you must treat such decisions with the gravity they deserve.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 106):

"I understand." she says solemnly. She wishes it were otherwise. He was right though, a revnant would be dangerous for humans and kindred. Frequent and unceasing kills would attract too much attention. The downside for the mortal population was obvious.

"I gave him blood.... I felt sorry for him. He will most likely meet me tomorrow night. I can destroy him then." It was like she was talking about a stray cat, and not a being bordering on becoming kindred. She bows her head politely "I will gladly accept your offer to stay the day here.". It was too close to dawn now she realized.

He nods smiling "That is satisfactory my Child, your allready thinking of improving the Domain and making it more stable." he sighs.

"Make it quick, if you can." Then turns bright

"Next month Theirs a scheduled meeting at elysium" Pauses then explains

"Elysium is a location, maybe an opera house, maybe a restaraunt or hotel lobby if it has a fancy meeting area, maybe a muesem, sometimes its a park... in our case... a concert hall" He pauses metaphoricly catching his breath, well actualy just wanting her to have time to internalize this info

"Its a location where kindred come to meet under flag of truce And discuss the business of the domain. If you ever go to a new city, know that in most of kindred society, its considered appropiate to as early, as may be, locate the Hierchy and present yourself to them and, humbly, list what you bring to the table concerning education and such, and why they should admit you, and, request the right to reside in the city


Having created you, a new Kindred, a new dweller in the night, I am expected to introduce you to the Prince and for you to assure him you know of, and will honor, Kindred law and recognize his authority over us all.
You have no rights in Kindred society Until this formality is complete if a kindred took a disliking to you and wanted to destroy you... or was just bored, The only retribution he'd suffer before then is what I am able to muster on my own... another reason to avoid blood baths." He advises gravely.

He gives curt instructions to his maid and shes given a Bedroom with Blacked out windows, its posh and old fashioned seeming over a century out of date in its decor, but well maintained.

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Sadie removes her shoes, placing them at the foot of a large carved and polished dresser. The bed is set high, with a richly decorated cover. Swatches of gauzy fabric hang tied at the posts. She doesn't draw them, it would be dark enough, and she didn't fear mosquitoes. Idly she wonders what would happen if a mosquito drank vitae.

Her eyes open to the unfamilar ceiling. She sits up slowly and slides down the side of the bed. She was always fully alert at rising, unlike humans. With exception of course, to waking during the day. Waking in her sire's haven had an oddly reminicant feel to it. Like waking in a family home. She finds her way down the hall and to the stairs, looking and listening for signs of others stirring or already awake. She would greet her sire before leaving to find the revnant. Not only was it just polite, but she wanted to see him. The meeting he had spoken of the night before sounded exciting, but also frightening. She could find herself in a very dangerous situation if someone objected to her. Even at the time of the embrace, she had never wanted to die. She did not want to perish now either.

He comes and greets her "Good evening child, do you crave aught?" he asks curiously.

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"I am hungry, but I think it's best I wait.". By way of explanation she says "I will be sharper if I'm hungry.". She would need to be sharp to kill Steven Black. He was stonger than a normal mortal, and already somewhat wise to her. It would be in her favor that she had his trust. It is a card she can play only once.

She lingers before leaving to be at the appointed spot, enjoying her sire's company. All too soon she is at the dark alley. Too soon for her liking. She is not looking forward to this, despite her hunger. It's early in the night, and the street the alley branches off of is still very busy. She walks farther in this time; they would need to be out of sight.

The alley posseses the same pizza smell from the neighboring restaurant, in addition to the damp smells coming from the rain gutter drains. Algae grows in rings around the drains, and its color is still bright to her vision even in the dark. Muffled sounds bounce down the walls of the alley; laughter, passing cars, footsteps. She breathes in and then out in an intentional sigh. Hopefully Steven will show up.

(OOC: Your very good at descriptive play, I so often find myself posting via tablet)

Its a bit late at night when she finds steven Hes looking around for Rats, to keep himself fed right now Desperately grabbing for one just to have enough blood to survive.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 112):

Sadie approaches him slowly and calmly. She bites her wrist shallowly, drawing blood but mostly making a superficial wound. Laying the bait. A rat runs past her, it's feet making minute wet sounds on the ground. Without speaking she steps closer and offers him her arm.

She can still hear the noises coming from the street, but knows they are far enough away to not be noticed in the dark. She would have to keep this quiet though. She doesn't have to feign wanting to help very hard; but she knows once he is at her wrist she will have to move to bite him. She is depending on his lack of knowledge about her kind. She will treat this as if it is an exchange of blood, in a practise he doesn't understand. She will have to keep her movements calm and neutral until closer to the end. She will pull her wrist away before then, and the shallow wound should not bleed much.

He frowns "You are generous.." He sighs gratefully approaching clearly starving.

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She waits until he draws slightly at her wrist before leaning over gently and biting his neck, as if it is the most natural thing in the world. Her other hand she places behind his neck feather lightly, ready in case he resists. If he tries to pull away she will have to rip at his neck. Keeping her sire's words in mind, she prefers to keep it quick and clean. Though if he had not asked her to, she would have tried for those goals herself.

After a bit he does try to pull back, as he is losing more blood then hes gaining... shes able to hold on for a bit but hes able to shove her away... so now shes going to have to take him out.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 116):

She puts herself in between Steven Black and the mouth of the alley. The game was up; she had hoped to avoid a struggle. "Steven, there is no sanctuary from your condition but death.". Sadie had been careful not to spill blood on her clothes this time, but her mouth was still bloody. "I had hoped to spare you and others. Do you want to wander this way for years? Unable to live a normal life and always on the edge of starving?".

She isn't sure what she expected trying to convince him to just lay down and die. At the very least maybe she could demoralize. The closer she steps the further Steven backs up until he is nearly at the dead end of the alley. With as much speed as she can muster, she lunges for Steven's neck. Her nails are nothing but human, even if they are slightly stronger, but she is perfectly willing to use them.

He blinks... "You think im going to just lie down and die?" Asks indicating he has other plans.

He winces at her nails, and then trys punching at her, and hits... shes not ready for this kind of task it would seem...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 118):

Sadie is knocked back ungracefully into the brick wall. Her body weight is easily half of his, and her feet lose connection with the ground for a moment. She has lost the element of surprise, and he is too strong for her. She throws out her last ditch effort, not sure if she even has power over a half kindred. She stares fiercely at him; the light is dim, and though she can see well, she isn't sure he can. "do not speak.". She isn't sure if he will listen, or even how long the effect will last, but he might know too much about her nature and his as well now. She didn't want him talking to anyone. Something told her he wouldn't if he had ended up in this sorry state.

She straightens and turns, walking out of the alleyway. As she goes she says "You are strong enough to keep me away at least.". Considering she has the body of a small 15 year old forever, it might be a good idea to get a weapon. She would need some help, nobody sells weapons to teenagers. She is sure her sire will have access to a great variety. Tonight she will return home however, not only to check in on Eddie, but change clothes and shower.

The command takes, from the mesmerized look in her eyes, she can tell that much, though its uncertain how long it will last...

Eddys waiting for her and is almost annoying in how much hes fretting over her. "Your back Sadie, I was worried about you" he says tenderly.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 120):

Sadie smiles at Eddie "Not to worry. I'm glad to be missed though.". She flops down on the couch. The intensity of Eddie's concern was a tad overbearing, but she was truly glad to be missed. She wonders what he would think if he knew she had killed 3 people since her embrace. Strangely, she finds she would be ashamed to tell him. She imagines Eddie in the same position those terrified humans had been. She couldn't let that happen to him. She blurts out Hey...be careful around here at night. I've noticed some sketchy types. If you see any, stay away from them ok?". Eddie had seated himself on the other couch and replies seriously "I will. Should you go out?". Her words seem to carry more weight with him now. Maybe he wouldn't like her so much without the blood. It was a sad thought.

She gets up and pads over the oriental rug to sit right next to him. "Eddie, would you still like me if I did something very bad?". Her proximity doesn't seem to bother him, rather he seems to find it endearing. "I can't stay mad at you." adding "Are you in some sort of trouble?". She tucks her head against his arm in the flickering light the tv set was giving off. "No, I just wanted to know.". Several days ago she would not have been so willing to curl up on Eddie's arm. She knows he's had her blood though, and she was finding herself increasingly beaten back to feeling like an unsure child by the demands of this new world. To think what her sire would say if he saw her drawing comfort from her blood slave. In Sadie's mind he was less of a blood slave and more, just Eddie. He pauses, surprised, but not upset. He sets his hand at his side, smiling slightly. He had grown so fond of Sadie in such a short time. He couldn't explain it.

Sadie stays where she is until Eddie falls asleep, taking care to breathe to keep up appearances. She had taken some blood from the revnant, but not much considering what she lost. She would have to hunt tomorrow night before seeking out her sire to ask for weapons advice. Did he use a weapon? He seemed so powerful, would he really need one?

Sadie shuffles off to her closet, the tv still reflecting off the polished hardwood. She can see perfectly in the darkness of the rest of the house, and doesn't bother to turn on any lights. She strips off her dress tonight; it still had dirt from the alley on it. The idea of touching her bedding with dirty clothes was distasteful. She slips on an undershirt and simple cotton shorts. She must be getting more accurate, because it only takes ten minutes for the familar fatigue to wash through her.
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You sleep undisturbed through the day, and evening comes awakening you and you feel the familiar pains of hunger stir within you...

the guard at the gated community welcomes her with just a nod this time.
Shes become a regular at this point


 he Neighbourhood is quiet and Serene at night With virtualy no street crime and people unafraid to go outside and see the stars.

Her sires Maid welcomes her courteously as always, into his house.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 122):

Sadie found dressing to accentuate her youth was useful more often than dressing older. So tonight she wears leggings cut to the knee, with a peice of clothing that was somewhere between a dress and shirt. Her hair she curls in a simple bun at the crown of her head. She added a stretchy cheap bracelet decorated with bright plastic beads.

She walked a darkened street on her way to her sire's haven. She watched the figures moving behind lighted windows. A small house to her right appears to have only one shadow. People living alone were always more vulnerable. She approaches the door. The concrete of the walkway is cracked, pushed up by the large trees planted too closely to it. The lawn was cut too low, causing dull spots to crop up here and there. She knocks on the red painted door. It is answered after just a few seconds.

"Hi, I'm lost.....do you think I could use your phone?". The woman is in her 40's. Her dark brown hair was dyed and styled, though her makeup had been removed for the day. She wore comfortable house clothes and a sweater that was too big for her, her feet were bare on the white carpet. She looked surprised but not alarmed. "Oh, of course. What are you doing out so late honey?". Sadie answers vaguely and confusingly "I was on my way back.". "Well, maybe you should wait here until your mom or dad come to pick you up sweety, it's not safe to walk alone on the street like that.". The tone of the woman's voice is schooled to speaking to a child; good Sadie thinks. "Here, the phone is just in the kitchen.", she leads Sadie into a modern style kitchen. The counters are sealed slate,; their dull finish sets off the glittering tiles set into the backsplash by the stove. The lighting of the room is carefully planned, shining down from stratigically placed clear shelled lamps. The woman must make a good living.

Sadie picks up the phone, looking back at the woman. She looks intently into her eyes, willing her to be still, though she does not command it. She draws close to the woman, phone still in hand, keeping up the pretense. She murmers gently "You've very tired.", waiting for the woman to become less aware. It was difficult and risky to command someone to forget, and Sadie always worried about if it would work properly. She would try to use a trance to confuse her victim this time. "This won't hurt." she commands; she doesn't want pain snapping the woman out of it. Gingerly she moves behind the woman so she can't see what Sadie is doing. The woman sways with a bleary look on her face. Sadie's hunger is clawing at her ferociously and she struggles to bite gently. She can smell the woman's blood, almost feel her heart pumping at it's now relaxed pace.

The woman is held there by Sadie's Hypnosis. and is unable to move.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 125):

Sadie drinks deeply, driven by her hunger. The last two nights had been very demanding, and she had not fed much. At the first hint of distress in the woman's heart Sadie releases her neck. She would leave no more corpses in her wake. Though she desperately wanted to drain the woman dry.

Sadie licks the two spaced puncture wounds on the exposed neck. She had seen the wounds heal on the police officer on campus, and knew in this way she could cover her tracks. Even if the woman remembered this, it would be fuzzy and the evidence would be gone. What sane mortal wouldn't dismiss it as a dream or strange loss of conciousness? Sadie returns to the phone reciever on the wall, hanging up the phone loudly. "Thank you for letting me use your phone. My mom is going to meet me just up the street at the next cross section.". The dazed look washes off the woman's face. Her eyebrows knit together slightly as she gives Sadie a strange look. She replies after a minute "no problem honey, be careful out there ok?". Sadie shows herself out, as the woman sits down in a kitchen chair to stop a sudden light-headedness.

Sadie enters her sire's house, greeting the maid politely. She wonders if the maid finds the hours he keeps strange. She doesn't smile as she greets him today; she will have to tell him the revnant was too strong for her. She bows her head "I'm afraid I failed. The revnant caught my trick, and was too strong for me.". This had made her aware of her need to fight with something other than her hands. "I don't like to ask you for things, but I need a weapon, and it wil be difficult to get it myself.". She had pride of her own, but also knew her sire approved of self reliance. It had entered her mind to ask Eddie, but how would he even know where to get a quality blade? A gun would be easy enough for him to obtain, but she didn't like the idea of how loud they were. That brought her to the other questions that had been nagging her.

"Swordsmanship is a respected art amongst our clan" HE says nodding in approval

He shows her his own sword "Still use it on occasion" he assures her

"Im all too happy to help give you weapons" HE assures her "Some fledglings dwell with their sires for decades, I dislike the practice lasting too long, as it creates a drain on the Sires resources... but im willing to set you up with Weapons, even training" HE assures her.

"A stake makes a good weapon too the tales youve heard are true a stake in the heart renders a vampire torpid, until it is removed."

"Decide what you want, might be best  to have more then one" He mentions

"Something flashy if you want something to show off in court, But something less obtrusive for casual use... you can carry a pocket knife as well as a sword" He points out.

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Sadie smiles at his approval. She looks closely at the beautifully made sword. While pretty, it was obvious it was intended for actual use as well. The hilt was inlaid with pearl along the grip. Only a small elegant looking guard sloped at the bottom of the blade, which was of medium thickness. It was long enough for fine swordplay, but thick enough to throw some real power. "I would be very glad of lessons.". The suggestion of carrying more than one weapon was a good one. She had bought a furred cat themed backpack, thinking it might prove useful for her costumes. The legs and tail of the faux animal hung fairly low, with ears reaching to the back of her neck. It would probably be sufficent to hide a small to medium blade for her body size. She may have to force the scabbard through the bottom, but it would not look too out of place among the dangling tail and limbs. Carrying a stake sounded like a good idea to her, especially after squaring with Steven Black. A backup knife she is sure Eddie can obtain if she asks him, for times when she wouldn't be able to wear her backpack.

She listens attentively before asking "How obvious can we be about our natures to our blood slaves? Can we feed on them? Must we hide it if we do?". Her hunger had been such tonight, she had actually considered feeding on Eddie. She didn't like the idea, but it got her to thinking about the what might and might not be possible.

"A thrall, the generally used term, You can reveal yourself to, but be certain he understands himself, on pain of death, he must keep our secret.

pauses

"Also, 2 other possibletys, obtain a Firearm,

Yes their noisy, yes they arent that effective against our kind, but are sometime a valid last resort to disappear Inconvenient witnesses, and if your starving, are not an entirely invalid way to feed, but be sure to save that as a means of absolute last resort" He warns sternly.

and certain Disciplines can radically shift your abilitys on the battlefield

LEarning how to hide a Sword to make invisible to onlookers Allows you to carry it anywhere.

Learning how to grow claws, gives you a weapon you can produce on demand.

Learning to become so menacing you can literally frighten someone to death, Allows you kill someone without the cause of death being readily appearent

but know that it is easier to become a MASTER Swordsman then to gain even bacic proficency with a discipline not favored by your clan... though sometime it can be rewarding to do so"

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Sadie considers his words seriously. Learning to hide a sword would be very helpful. Her backpack would work for now, but it's use was restrictive. She enjoyed using her hands, but she would be at a physical disadvantage being so small and allowing herself to get close enough for hand to hand combat. Not to mention, dismembering bodies by hand was no small task. She hoped not to kill any more humans, not wanting to displease her sire. But if it did happen, a strong blade would make it much easier. The sheer intimidation of a sword was nothing to scoff at either.

She glances at the beautiful, balanced sword. "I want to become a master swordsman. I will carry a stake and perhaps a small firearm as well, as you say.".

he nods "Also obtain some Jewelry you want something tasteful, but understated stud Earings or maybe a pendant, when I introduce you to the court... remember you should seem humble and aware of your low place in the domain, but also proud of your heritage, avoid either smug self entitlement, or a HAngdog servant attitude the First gets you swatted down as presumptious and needing "Put in your place" the second gets you sneered at as unassuming and weak unwilling to claim your due.

Its a difficult balance to strike." He admits with a sigh.
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Sadie does not conceal the fact that she is frightened by the prospect of going to court. She was used to serving as a shining example of studiousness, intellegence and achievement. These kindred sounded impossible to please however. She was afraid of the rammifications of failing to make a perfect impression.

Changing the subject she says "When shall we begin lessons?". She doesn't want to think about the approaching Elysium all that much.

"Sometime next week, I can arrange a tutor Theirs many forms tutelage can take, I think its best if I arrange a private tutor, this early in your fencing education I'll go for a mundane, it will be hard to explain nighttime meetings only, but I think I can manage it my dear" He says kindly.

"Once you know the basics I can teach you some more advanced things about fighting other kindred" He assures her.

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"Thank you." she says gratefully. She is also a little relieved she will not be left to learn everything herself. Some things she could not possibly hope to do alone. She takes her leave with at least 5 hours left before dawn.

Sadie uses the front door this time. The night is especially cold, but it doesn't bother her. The clear open skies are full of stars. It was always coler when the skies were clear. Eddie is already asleep. Tomorrow night she must ask him to obtain a small gun and stake. He would likely have to make the stake himself. The legal process for getting a gun takes several weeks she knows, and it would be registered under his name. An unregistered gun is an option as well. Less ways to trace back to either of them. She had enough cash on hand to pay for an unregistered weapon, if Eddie can find one.

She twists the switch of the small lamp sitting on the study desk. It isn't her desk, but Eddie won't mind. She spends the rest of the night reviewing notes, because in a few weeks she would be attending night classes.

(yes you can assume she got all 3 weapons he suggested if you want as he is wealthy)

A few nights latter while shes going about her rounds, someone approaches her while shes at the  coffee house

She senses something within him shes only felt from her sire before.

He asks quietly

"Are you new to this world? I've not seen you before, but I know you by type if not as an individual" He says looking her over curious what kind of response he gets.

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Sadie's eyes widen slightly. She has not yet seen another kindred (other than her sire). To be approached so openly was jolting to say the least. She spent her nights mostly in the presence of those she had to pretend for.

The man must mean her clan, or perhaps he just means that she is kindred in general. She nods, not sure what to say. "Sadie Jenkins.". She stays sitting, still stunned. Adding "Who might you be?".

She has forgotten the people and conversations she was watching a minute before. An open text book sits in front of her, but it was just an excuse tonight. She's not really reading it. She liked to watch people in the cheery light of the cafe. Students buried in notes, friends gossiping, the occasional professor or couple on a date. It made her feel a part of the living, even if she wasn't. Sometimes she tried to forget the heartbeats pulsing in her senses, remembering what it was like before.

he nods "One who can offer you a purpose, if you have not yet found one, The Chapel and the spear, can give you a purpose in the night" He explains

"I know your type, lost, confused, new to this existence and in need of direction. The Holy Message of Longinus has given many of the Damned a new dedication in unlife."

"If you'd like I can direct you to the next Midnight Mass you may find what your looking for.
A divine mandate of purpose"

(OOC: This is meant as a genuine choice I am NOT trying to force you into the sanctum)
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Sadie had always been rational minded in her approach of things. Her parents had not encouraged religion overly much, and they had not attended church. Like many youths, as she grew more aware of the world, she rejected religion. It simply did not fit into her view of the world. She held no interest for religion beyond an academic one. She had not believed in god at all since she was 12. Now since the embrace, what she thought was possible had changed remarkably.

Still to Sadie it was less about the possible benefits of a religion and of wanting to believe in something, and more about the truth of things. She never believed anything because it was convenient. "And what's the story?" she asks skeptically. The words sound strange and slightly bitter coming from someone her age.

He directs her out of the coffee shop clearly wanting some privacy

"The Testament of Longinus is simply this, His mortal life, was in every way, the perfect mirror of christs

Christ believed in helping others Longinus helped only himself

Christ taught the meek would inherit the earth

Longinus felt the strong do not NEED to inherit the earth, because they allready own it.

Longinus and Christ met at Cavalry where he Peirced christs body with the Spear of Destiny, yes we hold the spear in special regard... and seek news of it as eagerly as some humans do the holy grail.

We teach that we Damned have a mission to herd humanity towards heaven, where we can never go, through tormenting and oppressing them their lives here are harsh and brutal and short, and at times its our holy mission to make them more so, to turn them towards christ, so they are saved.

We cannot be saved" He says solemnly.

"But we can be given a purpose"

"Longinus was Damned for his blasphemous crime, and wandered for decades, lost and without purpose, then an angel revealed himself unto him giving him a task, namely to herd mortals along the correct path."
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 139):

"A nice story." she says, actually meaning it. To her it sounded like every other religion. An unsubstantiated story that promised the faithful what they desired most. Sadie belived in what she could see, and nothing more. Though she did not deny the possiblity of things beyond her senses, neither did she invest blind faith in them. In some ways she truly was still a child however. She was not sure enough in herself to completely reject authority in such matters.

"I don't thik that's for me." she says softly. She starts to walk away before the man can say anything else.

"Go in peace, but if you ever change your mind, or simply crave a degree of spirituality, The Midnight mass is always open" He assures her and lets her go.

Wheres she go from there want to ask her sire about things, or go back to her haven and eddie?

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 141):

Sadie heads in the direction of haven. Eddie would probably still be up, and she wanted to relax for awhile where she knows she will be unseen by any but friendly eyes.

Eddies there waiting and seems to have gone past the point of caring hes now essentialy waiting on his purported tennant

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 143):

Sadie waves by way of greeting. She had clearly gone too long without supplying Eddie more vitae. She pads her way to the kitchen and opens the fridge, the pale light of it illuminating her face. She pours two small glasses of cranberry juice; one is just for pretense. Into the other she adds her own blood before walking back to the couches. She hands Eddie the drink saying "I got you a drink.".

She sits on the other couch, not waiting for a responce and pretends to sip her drink once before placing it on the small side table nearby. It would be so much easier to be direct about giving her blood. With the last offering faded, she isn't sure he will accept it without the farse this time though.

she can always try.

He nods "Thank you" He says gratefully borderline reverantly

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 145):

After nearly half an hour of quietly thinking Sadie speaks. The light of the tv dances, but she isn't really watching it. "Eddie....you know I'm not like other 15 year olds right?". She pauses "You know I'm not human any longer.", she makes it more of a question than a statement. She looks at him directly, sensing his surprise. "If you were to tell anyone though, it would mean your death.". The intensity of her gaze increases "I would have to kill you myself. It could mean my death as well.". "I don't want to do that Eddie.".

The risk of this is not lost on Sadie, but it feels so good to tell someone. The sudden and absolute restriction of the secrecy of her kind thrust upon her was stifling. She had already been out of place as a mortal because of her age, now her isolation was complete. Meeting another kindred had made her anxious to know more of her own kind. She wanted to be known by someone. She felt she would perish if she was to float about in the world with no anchor to life. "You understand I'm trusting you with a great secret?". She would not clearify her nature any further, he could guess at it certainly, and would come to know more. She stands, dropping the act; testing his reaction. She moves unaturally smoothly, and her chest does not rise or fall. She brings her wrist to her mouth and her teeth elongate to allow her to nick a small wound open. She offers him a small amount more of her blood.

He blinks holding back a second then surrenders, and nurses himself at her wrist... clearly enjoying lapping up the vitae... moaning a bit

"You... your a monster" HE says without condemnation

"Your either divine or infernal, I dont know which, or maybe both, either way your not human anymore"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 147):

Sadie hadn't really considered herself a monster, despite the things she had done. She pulls her wrist away "Perhaps I am a monster, yes.". Still, she had compassion of a sorts. She still felt like herself, only altered. She had gained a thirst and viciousness she would have found terrifying before. In part that is why she liked Eddie; he reminded her she still had the capacity to feel guilt, shame, to remember her old self.

"I'm glad we understand each other." she says. "I need you to do something for me Eddie. I need you to buy supplies to black out the window in my room tomorrow. When night falls, fix it so no light can enter.". He nods emphatically, more than willing to do anything she asks. "Thank you." she says warmly. "Good night."

Sadie spends the few hours left to her before dawn thinking silently on the roof. She liked the darkness of night much more now that shadows did not hide anything from her vision. The trees and shrubs scattered along the street and through yards were growing heavier with dew, and the air was growing colder. The issue of her connection to her parents was troubling her. There would be things she would not be able to explain to them. She would not age, and she could only rise at night. She would need to find a way to support herself. To own anything legally, she would have to obtain an i.d. that showed she was 18. She would not be able to keep her name she now realized. She would have to be dead to her parents, and soon.

Well a few more nights and hmmn say shes looking for jewelry, her sire advised her to keep things minimalistic, but tasteful.

Eddie goes about his task willingly enough.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 149):

Sadie admired the small diamond earrings. In the shape of a diamond themselves, they sat flush with her earlobes. While conservative and understated, they shone brightly against her skin. Staying with the theme of 'simple', she had already selected a loosely fitting gold braclet. It had a woven quality, with an attachment that made it look tied together. The finish was not polished at all, giving it a rustic and artistic look.

She had had to make a special appointment at the jewlers, as they were not open at night. They didn't seem to mind making an exception, knowing she was buying and not just looking. She had worn her most adult looking clothing for the occasion. Her hair was twisted back in a french knot, and she wore a patterned thick linen dress. She had paired it with suade dark charcoal grey heels. Her family had certainly been well off, and it was not difficult to play the part. In fact it was likely her parents wouldn't even question the large charges. Textbooks and school fees were similar lump sums never challenged.

Sadie smiles at the woman behind the counter wearing a white feminine cut suit. "I'll take both, thank you.". The woman returns her smile, clearly pleased to make such an easy comission. "Shall I box them for you?" the woman inquires. "No thank you, I'll wear them.". She liked her new jewlery and wanted to play with it a bit.

Sadie walks out into the well lit street. Her heels click on the sidewalk as she looks for something to amuse herself with.

Well for a bit shes not obliged then she notices a young woman looking about early 20s looking dejected and miserable on a bench

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 151):

Sadie walks up to the bench briskly, sitting neatly on it a few inches from the woman. She looks at the street quickly, as if she is simply sitting and waiting for something. She keeps her spine straight and legs crossed. She looks ahead for several minutes, minding her own business.

Eventually she glances over at the woman. A bus passes by without stopping amid the slow occasional car. "You seem a little down. Rough day?"

She sobs a bit... "My... my boyfriend I asked him to marry me, he responded by dumping me" Sobs "I dont want an abortion or to put the kid up for adoption I want to keep this baby" gushes out... "But what can I do when he is THIS Cold" She sobs some more glad to get it off her chest

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 153):

Sadie blinks at the woman. The answer that falls out of her mouth is one of niave youth "Have the baby if you want it.". To Sadie it is as simple as that, without considering the financial, time and energy challenges of raising a baby alone. But then Sadie had died a virgin; what would she know about pregnancy?

Blinks "But how will I take care of the kid" Sobs...

"I have no real job skills am deep in credit card debt, I wound up coering for him a time or two, now hes dumping both of us" She sobs.

"How will I afford clothes, food, toysMilk, diapers... even prenatal care looks like it could land me in debt?" She demands.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 155):

Even Sadie knows there are social programs for low income mothers. She looks at the woman incredulously with a hint of contempt. Even a homeless mother and child would never be turned away from a shelter. This woman was a pitiful idiot. "You don't seem up to the challenge" she says coldly. In that moment she hardly needs her costume to seem older. She stares at the woman, sitting absolutely still. She hoped her gaze held a warning of the danger she was capable of.

Sadie is growing suspicious. What woman told something so serious to a 15 year old dressed in obviously valuble jewlery? Staring intently she says in a low voice "Tell the truth."

Woman sighs

"I am telling the truth" She sobs...no trace of Deceit can sadie make out.

"I dont want the child to grow up a charity case" She sobs... And shes telling the truth Sadie can tell that much

"I Want to have a father for him."
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 157):

Sadie might be proud, but she was not too proud to accept help when she needed it. This type of woman disgusts her. She bemoaned her fate either way. Sadie had never been so tempted to kill a human out of sheer dislike for them. "Either keep it or don't, but know what it entails and accept it. The father clearly doesn't want it."

Sighs "I'll take your advice." She sighs


"Im just so disappointed a man I'd loved turns out to be an overgrown child. Unwilling to take responsiblety for a life he created" She sighs unsure what to do.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 159):

Perhaps what this woman needed was to be grateful for what she had. All these problems paled in comparison to the death she could dispence.

Sadie checks her watch, as if coming to a decision. She stands "Well I wish you luck". She walks away, not waiting for a response. At the end of the block she stops, tucking herself out of sight. She watches the woman, waiting for her to move before following.

Woman sighs and goes back to her apartment which is SMALL and shoddyits in a slum.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 161):

Sadie marks the location. She sits watching for half an hour. The woman's shadow moves around before settling. Sadie lets her hair down, obscurring her face somewhat. She strips off her dress and heels, setting them aside off the road. She is clad only in a thin undershirt and shorts meant to be worn under her dress. She does not want to be recognized.

She walks around, cautiously avoiding prying eyes. She hunts around for something suitable to her purpose. A rusty chain sits aside a beat up looking car. As she picks it up the rust stains on the asphalt are revealed. The chain is not too terribly heavy, luckily for her. She tracks the power lines to one point entering the complex. The cured wooden poles are in bad shape, scarred by what must be hundreds of metal staples trailing black residue down the rotting wood. Taking aim, she hurls the chain up toward the lines.

She misses at least 10 times before the chain connects with the two lines, curling around them perfectly. With a few breaths smoke starts to rise from the transformer. Sparks burst out of the cylander, soon followed by a bright flash. The lines go next, melting the coating and then finally breaking. The lights of the complex falter then go out. She smiles. She would need the dark.

Sadie circles around to the apartments back window. Keeping with the cliche, she smashes the glass with a rock, raking the shards away from the the bottom frame. She hops in, careful to keep to the spot she cleared. The aparetment is as dark as she had hoped for. Likely it was not that well lit normally anyway. She stalks in, feeling the dirty avocado colored shag carpet under her feet. She is very careful to keep her hair about her face and her features obscured in the dark.

"Who are you, what the hell do you think your doing!" The woman yells in a panic.


You feel a wave of remorse wash over you, whatever other emotions you might feel, at your act of willful property destruction.. (OOC: You gain the bestial condition)


(OOC: You need to try guarding your Humanity a bit more carefully unless you've accepted degeneration as inevitible Youve come out on top... again... but might not be so lucky a 4th time)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 163):

Sadie rushes at the woman, trying to get behind her. Her goal is to frighten the woman. She wants her to remember, to be glad for her life and that of her child. Though her concern for this human is severely limited, she avoid tackling or injuring her. She doesn't want to take her choice away by causing a miscarriage.

She moves to grab her neck from behind, trying to pull it down and keep the woman off balance. If she can get her bent backwards slightly, her stuggles will be weak if any.

You are able to hold her down securely SHe fights like a lion to protect her unborn child... but is weak with pregnancy and is mortal...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 165):

Sadie snarls ferociously in her ear. In a menacing voice she says "Do you want to die tonight?". She digs her fingers at the woman's skin, careful not to break the skin. She was pleased to see the mother to be possessed some redeeming quality. She had feverantly hoped threatening her would wash away the superficial negativity she was so wallowing in. Anything was better than a horrific death before her child even got the chance to live after all.

the womans trying to fight, but futilely, shes terrified

"I want my baby to live!" She shouts fighting desperately.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 167):

"Today is your lucky day." she says. She pulls back on her already off balance body as gently as she can manage, depositing her on the floor. She walks to the window, turning her shadowed face around to stare at the woman a moment more before stepping through the frame and out onto the patchy grass.

She retreats to her stashed clothing, slipping it on quickly and re-tying her hair. Set to rights, she walks away calmly.

(you lucked out, but you now have all 3 conditioins Which come with a lot of drawbacks, from your beast having come close to the surface so much recently well the oldest condition might have passed by now. You risked degeneration just at property damage)


She shivers and seems to be getting up and stands up... and trys calling the police but is focused at least

You go on back home from here or go and visit your sire?

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 169):

Sadie walks in the direction of her sire's haven. She still has hours left before dawn, and the walk sounds relaxing. She has no agenda or reason for visiting tonight beyond wanting to see him.

(OOC: The condition will fade in 3 days, but gives you a penalty to rolls to resist frenzy, so might want to stay inside unitl that time passes)

Shes welcomed regally as always her sire Pauses able to sense that the monster within her has been roused looks her over and says "My childe, is aught wrong?" With tender concern then says

"Ive made arrangements for the tutor I promised you, are you ready to practice Fencing my dear, it will take a long time to learn to do so to the point where you can reliably do battle with a sword."

he pauses

"Anything else I can help you with my child?" He asks.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 171):

Sadie feels strange, and had since leaving the woman in the apartment. Something had been building in her with every recent kill. She felt she might lose control of herself. "I feel....not like myself.". Indeed there is more of a coldness about her eyes, and an unsatable hunger. "I don't know if I can trust myself right now.". If she had been human she might have been shaking.

She is glad she had not encountered anyone on her walk here. She might have tried to tear them apart before she thought better of it. Perhaps she had gotten herself far too worked up trying to teach that woman a lesson. She looks at her sire, a little bewildered "I don't know what's wrong with me.".

"Did you do anything?" He asks with concern

"Something that" He emphasizes carefuly

"In and of itself, absent any special circumstances that may or may not be present, would be considered wrong"

"When we do such a thing, We surrender a part of our humanity what is left of our soul, to monstrousity"  He says calmly

"Sometimes it is NECCESSARY" HE emphasizes sadly

"You were born, of me willingly sacraficing a small part of my humanity, of my soul, to the beast, transgressing natural laws, to create progeny." He sighs looking her over

"Sometimes when we manage to resist the worse of the onslaught of the beast... it still influences us but give it a few days try to center yourself.

"The good news, is that as you grow colder and distant from humanity Acts that before might have tempted the beast and made it stronger, now will not register with it.

"The bad news, is that as your humanity dwindles, sunlight becomes more dangerous to us, as if sensing the depths of our monstrousity.

You spoke once of how difficult it was to remain awake during the day? That ALSO Grows substantialy harder" He advises her sadly Looking down

"And Many develop various insanity as their Humanity weakens

Finally, Some develop various Curses as well this is where legends of vampires being unable to enter a home without being invited, or compulsively gatherin grains of rice, come from"

Looks at some of the decorations on his wall including some memoribillia from the Civil war.

"Finally as humanity dwindles, your ability to Empathize with humans dwindles they SENSE , not neccessarily that your a vampire, but at least... that Theirs something unnatural about you.

This can lead to you using Disciplines to Substitute for mundane persuasion, which sadly can only hasten the spiral.

While most dont have a strong enough grip on humanity in the first place to care about a sin as Ethereal and minor as forcing anothers consent... becoming too reliant on disciplines when interacting with humans leads to you no longer knowing how to empathize, and this" He sighs sadly

"Can lead you to madness try to interact socially at least weekly just to retain some degree of sanity"

he waits for what she says next.

"I struck the fear of death into a pregnant woman. She wanted the child, but could not be content. I found it repulsive; I wanted her to feel her life and her child were enough.". As her sire says, she knows this was wrong. Or at least should be, but she doesn't feel it is wrong. It had felt good mostly. Sadie feels a small thrill of alarm. Her sire's words and something within herself warn of the danger of losing her humanity.

She hadn't been able to help some of the killings she had committed, but the result seemed the same either way. She didn't want to go insane. To think that her sire had risked coming a step closer to that to embrace her. Would he be driven to it one night? He had lived such a long time; his mannerisms and possessions said as much alone.

"Will you eventually lose all your humanity?"

He sighs sadly at that long sufferingly

"Possibly yes." He sighs

"The good news, inasmuch as it is, is that as I said, as you grow more distant the beast needs greater and greater acts of depravity to feast.

Also it IS possible to reclaim humanity, slowly but surely Over years by taking part in human interaction I can gain back- I can grow back the peice of my soul I surrendered when I created you" He says


That is why Elders who've survived for millenia, exist not many of them but they do exist.

Also most often before you complete Degeneration into a Draugr Your usualy subject to one of two interventions, either someone helps you regain your footing... or they put you down.

Draugr, those vampires who've completely lost their humanity, tend to be exterminated on discovery. They are generally completely feral... but a handful retain a degree of intellect, and are able to remain in kindred society, unknown."


He pauses "I... I do not Regret what I did my child you are so beautiful a true daughter of the night and I have no doubt, soon an asset to our clan"

pauses

"Did you think to offer the woman work?" He asks pointedly

"The desperate can make good tools" He points out.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 175):

If Sadie could have blushed at the compliment she would have. She had sought so hard to gain his approval. The idea either of them in time could become a draugr was frightening.

She thought of the woman's annoying whining when she had sat with her on the bench. "Perhaps now, if she has learned a little respect for her life.". "Truthfully I have been thinking of investing in a small business. I will need someone to run it. I cannot depend on my human parents much longer.". The woman would need to support her child, and Sadie would need someone who depended on her to encourage trust. "Of course, I will have to obtain an i.d. saying I am 18. And by a name other than my given one.". Her parents would have to believe her dead at some point. Surprisingly the idea of faking her death to her own parents still made her sad. They had given her her first life. Since she really had died, it wasn't quite faking though.

"I will have to prove I am dead to my parents. Must kindred always cut their ties to life?" she says sadly.

He sighs a bit sadly

"Sires, those who care about their childer to any degree usualy sternly discourage Keeping connections with mortal family... the Invictus is especially strict" He sighs

"We know how painful it is ... you havent gone through frenzy yet have you?" He asks

"Someone insults you, your injured,your starving or terribly frightened... and the beast forces Its way to the surface... you might be able to influence the outcome a little to keep the body count down, especialy in the case of a Child or a mortal loved one... Imagine, just for a moment waking up in a daze to find your parents blood on your hands... but even if your family isnt directly affected by a frenzy... going through rejection When all they see is you murdering people" He sighs "I dont want you to be hurt, you understand?" He asks softly

"Do you have the resources to obtain a new ID or should I go to work and show you the might of the invictus.

We can get you an ID, a new residence... And faking your death wont be that difficult either child... but might mean commiting yourself to the first estate" He cautions her.

"The First estate believes quite simply in the orderly maintenance of power, We do not believe in democracy" He cautions

"Not simply not believe in, as in "Do not approve of" We do not believe in democracy the same way we do not believe in Santa clause.

Look at Human government, the country is Run by lobbyists All too often." Shakes his head sadly

"Democracy is a FANTASY... all too many Kindred experiments with it have ended in anarchy. I know this seems odd since I once fought for democracy as an ideal, and I still believe in philanthropy and beneficence... But believe those things should temper a Ruler, not lead to authority coming from the wishes of the governed"
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Ligia finds that after a while she is able to buy a new building.

It was late, but parties around campus were still going. The students should have been in behind locked doors, trying to remain safe from the killer at large. But, no; the parties kept going, the kids wouldn't hide from the monster on the lose. At their age, Pope didn't have the luxury of going to parties or pretending danger wasn't out there; he was kicking down doors on the blood-stained streets of Iraq.

Now, after years of deployments, Marcus was home. He took the job at the college to get away from danger, away from the legacy violence of his old life. It didn't take long for that legacy to catch up to him. He had been on the job for less than a month when the first body showed up. The local police department were in control of the investigation, but after the second body was found, they enlisted the campus police for help.

His training was short, they needed all officers available for patrol. Being the newest member of the force, they kept him away from the spots of the murders. They had him working the frat-houses and sororities; shutting down the parties when needed, but mostly making sure students weren't out in the streets alone. That's exactly where Pope found himself this night, some off-campus housing area where several parties were just beginning to wind down.
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After a bit... he comes across the corpse of a stray dog, a surface examination reveals it looks young, and as healthy as a stray animal could be, its got 2 sizable punctures on its back, where they come from you cannot be sure.

Pope presses the button on his radio microphone. "Hey Jack, you read me?"

He waits for a response then continues. "I don't know if its anything, but I got a dead dog out on Loman Street. Looks like it got stabbed with something."

Marcus shined his flashlight around the area, seeing if the weapon had been tossed nearby.
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"We'll call the city to come take a look at it, any idea what could have done it?"

another thing, if you look, the dogs body is empty of blood, but theirs none on the ground now...

"I got no clue Jack." Marcus prodded the dog with his flashlight, looking underneath and in its muzzle.

"Looks like the poor animal bled out, but I don't have any blood anywhere. Kind of like those kids." He swallowed hard. He was getting worried he may have stumbled on one of the maniac's animal victims.

"A scary thought... the way the murders have been happening, is different enough... a theory I heard... what if theirs multiple murderers a bizzare coincidence to be sure, multipele murders all coming out at once, but weirder things have happened."Jack says with a sigh.

"We've had bodies drained of blood, stabbings, and dismemberments, some are "Missing, presumed dead"

"I don't know much about all that, but I've heard sickos start killing animals before they move onto people. Could have been that kind of thing." Pope kept investigating the dead dog with his flashlight.

"Except this looks like a fresh kill. Maybe it's a ritual thing?" The cop paused. "Like I said, don't know."

Marcus shined the light around the area, looking for tracks or marks of any kind left by whoever killed the dog.

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OOC: Marcus Pope rolled 1 success using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s. Wits + Investigation.

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You find some tell tale hints from one or two bruises on the dog, tracks in the ground etc, suggesting the dog was wrestled down, that their was a struggle

suggesting this was no ritual activity.

After a few minutes of searching around, he clicks the mic again. "Hey, Jack. Looks like something fought the dog; wrestled with it. Maybe we're talking about another animal here."

Pope flashes the light up and down the area, looking for a path an attacking animal might have taken from here.

"It doesn't explain the blood loss, but what kind of person wrestles with a dog." He then turns the light onto the dog's mouth once more, looking for anything to indicate the dog had gotten a bite or two in.

(OOC: No idea what would indicate that... except... oh wait)

You find a bit of light blue cloth around the mouth.

OOC: I was thinking flesh or fur, but yeah clothes work too.

Putting on a pair of latex gloves Marcus pulled out the piece of cloth, examining it more to see what kind of garment it may have come from.

"Scratch the animal theory Jack. I just found some clothing in the dog's teeth. Looks like he got a bite in. Maybe the cops can run DNA on this thing or something."

well they find no DNA on the cloth except the dogs

once again, nothing.

Hows he go about things?

During the next few days, Pope makes a point of patrolling in the area he found the dog.

After he hears back about the DNA, he begins spending more time each night near the crime-scene, often asking pet owners if they've heard about any missing animals.

well theirs 2 cases of missing animals, 4 or 5 people saying they were mugged.

Pope looks into the muggings, asking for descriptions from the victims; comparing them. He asks if the animals had stab or bite marks and if they appeared to be missing blood.

Using the attack sites, Marcus attempts to map out a central location where the attacker may be located. He goes door to door and asks if any of the residents have seen anything out of the ordinary.

unfortunately one common denominator, from most victims is being unsure what the attacker looked like


yes the animals do have missing blood.

one person saw something really out of the ordinary

"I know I: sound like I belong in a straight jacket... " Pauses"

"Will you swear to GOD you will not try putting me in one?" asks in all seriousness


"I ran into this guy he looked like some kind of zombie he was leaning over this body, and" Shivers

"Eating it... then he looked at me and he grinned and said "Oh boy, SECONDS!" then lurched at me

does not seem to be fabricating this but it does sound pretty farfetched...

OOC: Does the body which they spoke of, match any of the killings or muggings? Also is there any pattern to the locations of the attacks?

Pope begins patrolling the area of the 'zombie' attack after reporting it to his superiors.

well they of course say the guy MUST be crazy.

Another few days then... almost by chance he sees a man his eyes almost pass over him but then they just barely catch the details of him hes not just sitting down on the grass hes... biting a struggling dog... which is DESPERATELY trying to get away.

Pope draws his weapon, leveling at the man. "Freeze you whack-job!"

OOC: I'll spend my action aiming.

He doesnt even acknowledge you

(Feel free to describe your attack)

Pope takes a step forward, "Let the animal go or I'll put you down!"

OOC: Attacking an animal doesn't usually qualify for a shooting by a cop. Spending this turn aiming as well.

(OOC:Being a suspect in a mass murder case who hasnt even responded to commands might)

He continues for a second and the dog gets more and more desperate squirming... but where is the blood going, could he be drinking it?"

"Last chance fucker! Pope takes another step forward; aiming for the sick bastards head.

OOC: He may attack out of fear, but he's following escalation of force rules right now. Also, spending this last turn aiming.

the dog squeels one last time and drops down dead the man rises up "there, im done with it." He says curtly and walks off not even acknowledging your gun.

Pope had seen a lot during war, but nothing as evil as this. He wasn't a man; men didn't drink blood. He was a monster.

"I said freeze" Instinct took over and he squeezed the trigger, blasting the thing squarely in the head.
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(OOC: Should have informe you the guy has 2 points of Celerity... still you hit him and hard)

he screams then drops down from the shot hes totally prone and if checked, you find he is dead... (dont skip to back at base next day or anything though)

Following protocol, Pope moved close; keeping his gun trained on the man. With his other hand he pushed the mic of his radio.

"Shots fired. Officer Pope needs back-up at 1492 Elm. Call an abulance and the police; I think I killed the guy."

Letting go of the mic; Marcus pulled out his cuffs and moved closer to the man.

no reaction hes able to get one cuff on, when he trys getting the other one on... His eyes open up and he smiles

"Suprise" His injuries seem to have disappeared and now hes trying to grapple with you...

"What the... Pope dodged backwards, the monster's hand missing in his attempt to grab him.

With the unhooked cuff still in his hand, Marcus swung around the man's back. He put his knee into his back trying to force him back to the ground.
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He yelps at that unable to match your efforts

"You cant arrest me!" He says "If you do it will mean the end, of civilization. Madness blood in the street anarchy"

while emotional and Fervantly spoken he seems to be telling the truth as he knows it, it might be worth asking why.

Snapping the other cuff shut and continuing to keep his knee in the small of the mans back, Pope put his pistol against the monsters skull.

"What are you and what are you talking about?"

"Check my pulse that should explain everything" HE says brokenly

he has none non on his hand, or on his neck

"Reduce me to ash if you must, but do not take me in for the sake of humanity"

The guy suddenly ducks from...

An arrow comes in and hits the guy near his heart, it does not, however go to it as he dodged.

Your only putting off the inevitable a ethereal voice says.

Living Being I have no quarell with you, forget all you have seen and heard here, and continue with your job and your life, with this creatures destruction many of the deaths will cease, you might be able to overpower a fledgling but have no hope against a master of the night such as myself

The shadows seem to be speaking..

Then again, even if this situation is hopeless this is an unarmed prisoner.
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Suddenly on instinct, Pope put himself between his prisoner and the direction where the arrow came from. He raised his pistol towards the shadow and squeezed off a shot at the darkness; following the path of the arrow-strike.


"Put your weapon down and show yourself!" Marcus shouted at the disembodied voice.
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You are bold Mortal being... I commend you on that much Soon you will carry that Regards to your Ancestors




another arrow comes in and this time penetrates the rib cage of the guy your with "AAARGH!" He says


You have chosen death over life I respect this choice

The last thing he hears is a bullet

(OOC: I hope you dont mind I'm going to narrative mind to get us to the embrace)

******

You feel as if your soul is floating free, going on to its destination and promise of fuffilment. then something drags it back something dark and unwholesome

You wake up in your body... feeling something has happened to you

Your surrounded by dirt and sense youve been buried alive for some reason.

(Now kindre of Clan Mekhet, Blood Potency 1, Assign disciplines as you like)

Panic set in; muscles fueled by some unknown power, scratched and pulled at the dirt surrounding him. He pushed, crawled and squeezed his way upward; to the surface he hoped.

(OOC: You currently have an empty pool but you managed to make it to the surface given you had all the time in the world I wouldnt have noticed if you failed to roll

You emerge from a shallow grave, in a wooded clearing...

A young man wearing slacks and a button shirt, approaches and nods slightly

"Greetings childe, the Circle of the Crone welcomes you"

He says without preamble
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Marcus breeched the surface; gasped as if trying to catch his breath. When none came, something deep within him lashed out at the monster addressing him.


"What have you done to me?" Pope spat dirt as he spoke. Visions of blood flashed in his mind. With them came another vision, one he hadn't expected to a question he only just thought of.

"We have liberated you from the shackles of Mortal Bondage, and brought you into the night.

I and you are both clan Mekhet.

We are the most subtle most learned and most wise of all Kindred



You can smell rich red blood in his veins he might be willing to share a little"

He says answering all questions serenly

You find yourself to be in a wooded clearing clearly you were relocated a bit.

You notice suddenly as dark as it is you should be able to make nothing out, yet you can make almost everything out, the leaves on the tree, the grass.

"I need what's inside you." Pope almost howled at the man. He began crawling his way towards him, more animal than man. "You've made me into a monster and I'll drain you of your unholy power"

It wasn't Marcus speaking anymore; the thing that resided within him was now in control.

"I will give you some" He assures him "If it will soothe you , do not think to take what I do not willingly give" He warns

he extends an arms and gives him 4 vitae

"You doubtlessly have many questions, we are willing to grant answers. Why did we do it?

We were trying to bring down the Revenant who was a menace to the public safety, as he has to feed so often, they cant store vitae in their bodies, like normal kindred like you and I can" HE explains.

"Your courage, and cold nerves, drew our attention, as did the fact you could outfight, even this pathetic creature, most when faced with the walking dead flee in terror" smiles.

(OOC: Thoughts on what banes will be?)

None of it made sense, but something inside him warned Pope to not cross the creature. So, the soldier stopped drinking when he pulled away from Marcus.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Marcus sat back in the dirt. "Am I dead? Will I be a killer now?" He took the chance then to look for his gun. He didn't trust the monster in any way; yet felt a yearning for him, that Pope couldn't understand.

nods "Yes you are dead, and you will Probaly" emphasizes the term

"Wind up killing someone at some point,but you dont have to do so in order to feed, for a mortal life time, you should be able to subsist on animal blood, though you'll find human blood does taste better." He sighs

his gun is nowhere to be found.

"We want an agent on campus to help shape things to our liking."

Marcus shook his head at all of it. "You made me a monster to be your cop?

Everything in his mind was telling him to run or fight, but the thing within him wanted to listen and take more of the creature's blood.

nods

"We want an agent on campus. you should have little difficulty avoiding daylight appeances" He assures you.

"Want me to to go over the basics of what we believe?" he asks curiously.

He was overwhelmed by it all, so Marcus just stared straight ahead and listened. He was somewhere in the middle of nowhere, face-to-face with a monster. What else could he do?

The Beast compelled him to stay, to serve the Vitae that flowed from his master into Pope.

He outlines the circle of the crone

"Some follow shinto, some pledge themselves to this or that ancient pagan god, or group of gods... some think the gods are just metaphors." Pauses

"This is one of the most difficult things to internalize... we believe that enlightenment comes from tribulation, from suffering, the theme of "Strength won from adversity" Is common amongst our covenant

We seek enlightenment, more then political power, wealth or any reforms to our political system"

nods

"If you are agreeable, I can take you to the hierophant immediately, that you may pledge your loyalty to the circle, I think you've been tested enough allready this should be little more then a formality"

OOC: Has a long time passed? Days, weeks, months? Has he reported back to work? What recourse was there from his call for back-up?

(OOC: Say hmmn a week goes on as he explains the legends and such to you, and you learn that they prize struggle and the potential for it to bring enlightenment, and were born from a bunch of pagan vampires, banding together in the face of the evil Lancea sanctum who seek to convert everyone to their deranged brand of christianity, (You also learn you should hate the lancea sanctum, and try to damage them politically whenever a legitimate opportunity arises

the only recourse was cars arriving too late to find... nothing left just your car, dust and a empty pair of cuffs.

OOC: So, he's missing after gun shots? Will we RP his return to work? Because that will be hard to explain!

(Good point but you can read those your trying to convince thankfully, might make things a TRIFLE easier

Night came. Marcus awoke. It was time to face his newest commander. The one they called Hierophant. His orders were clear, and Sgt. Pope knew how to follow orders.

He was Kindred now; had hunted the wild creatures of the forest, had satisfied the Beast inside him. Now came the offering to the gods; the old gods of his mother's homeland. Horus and Isis; Ra and Anubis. He felt them in his kills, his revelations; the old gods spoke to him in each triumph and each defeat.
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hes taken to a achingly beautiful young woman whos totally nude, except a sizable cobra she has coiled around her ironicly serving as makeshift clothes

Asks some question "Are you ready to pledge yourself to the crone, the struggle will never end you'll spend your entire unlife in turmoil and at times, seek to cause turmoil to others, that it may enlighten them."

"Our path is not an easy one, nothing worth doing is ever easy"

 "Before you make a pledge know this, at this point, as nothing but a fledgling, sired by a member of our covenant, we could permit you to leave... if you join, and then leave our covenant , especialy if you took our magic with you, we would be honor bound to seek your destruction"

"Think carefully on that before making your pledge"

OOC: Pope's not likely to commit the time to learn Cruac; but at this point, this is all he knows of what it is to be Kindred. Being blood-bonded to his Sire, he is more like a brainwashed cult-member, than a free willing participant in all this.

Remembering his mother's gods and remembering the blood of his Sire; Marcus stepped forward. "I take the pledge in the name of goddess Isis; mother of the resurrected Osiris. That her blood shall grant me eternal life and suffering. I pledge that enteral struggle to you Hierophant, to you Sire and to this Circle"

He pledged with blood; slicing his flesh to grant benefit to ritual.
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she nods "He has spoken, let songs of rejoicing be sang!" she says

and they offer him the blood of their herd,offering him willing vessels but his sire gently urges him "Drink lightly bite the neck, then before you take too much pull your fangs out, and lick the wound, it will close with only the faintest of scars" give him a set of lockpicks, and a dagger as gifts.

(OOC: Will admit I would like to see some of the rituals at use in play, but ok)
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Later that night, after the ceremony was complete; Marcus stepped through the doors to the Campus Police department for the first time since his Embrace. It had been two weeks since Jack had seen or heard from Pope. It wouldn't be easy to explain, but necessary in order to serve the Hierophant and his Circle.

He walked in with his head low in shame. "I fucked up Jack."

Marcus put his badge and gun on his bosses desk. "That dead dog screwed me up real bad man. I could have sworn I saw them, in the shadows, coming at me again."
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"Them?" Lifts an eyebrow

"Them as in who?" He asks curiously

He shook his head, rubbed his eyes; feigning frustration. "The haji's sir. The Iraqi and Taliban assholes I've been fighting in my head since I got back home." He took a seat in front of Jack's desk.

"I checked myself into the VA clinic for the past two weeks. I'm on meds now and I was really hoping you'd take me back; give me a second chance."
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he pauses shocked a bit then nods


"I see, then we'll let it slide We'll take you back" He says unable to refute the sheer sincerity in his voice.

(OOC: Might be worth learning majesty if you want to be able to convince people of nonsense reliably though)

OOC: A PTSD story with 10 successes! Who needs Majesty!

Pope returned to work, making sure his story about war-time trauma kept him off the day-shift. Marcus really looked forward to meeting the Prince and serving his newfound Clan and Covenant. He also hoped his nightly watch would be valuable to his fellow Kindred.

(OOC: You may not roll 10 succeses next time though)

Well you can continue as if nothing happened thankfully...

Except... you fnow have new insights the number of murders has dropped significantly, thankfully...

but a week latter you find a corpse, it seems it was ripped apart and looks like something has eaten some of its flesh...

Lena sat on campus, still sweaty from practice and blazed from hanging out at her boyfriend's afterwards. She'd decided to skip this afternoon and perused her texts and mentions, at a loose end. Her eyes glazed over whenever she read anything to do with basketball. Thanks to her freakish height, Lena was enrolled on an athletic scholarship. She didn't really care about the game; the girls who were super into it bugged her. Women's basketball was still kind of a joke to the world at large and Lena had no real desire to prove them wrong. It was just a free ride, after all.

Campus is pretty tense, theirs been some murders on and off campus,still under investigation by the police

Lena tried not to let the tense atmosphere and the ongoing police investigation ruin her day.

some girls ask her after practice, "Want to go over to Sigmund Delta? Were inviting anyone to the party tonight" says with a smile.

"Its a chance to live a little"

(OOC, preferences on clan thought id ask)

"That could be cool," Lena agreed, still buzzed. She had nothing on later and figured she'd probably go if she got bored. She stood up and indicated her worn sweats. "Kind of a mess from practice right now. But maybe I'll come. Later."

(OOC: I dunno. It's between Daeva and Nosferatu though.)

The Sorroritys upscale and well furnished their all getting along relatively famously it seems.

Daniel was not an outdoorsy type of person.  He decided that after nearly sweating through his shirt trying to make it across the campus to his first set of classes for the semester.  It was unusual for a 19 year old freshman to be taking higher level economics classes but after a brief meeting with admissions and emailing a few of the professors he'd managed to convince them to make an exception for him.

The class goes well enough he gets 2 or 3 interested looks from young women.

THe professor gives a lecture about Time value of money, explaining that money earned now is worth more then the same amount earned 10 years latter, because of inflation, and the dividends you could recieve from a Security or Savings bond.

Daniel took note of the girls giving him the eye and as class was letting out went to engage in the second most time honored tradition at college next to learning, hitting on girls.

"Hey, I'm Dan.  I don't want to be forward but I'm new to the area and have no idea what to do around here for fun...you girls have any suggestions?" he asks laying on as much suave as a lanky 19 year old kid can manage.

One girl pauses "Well theirs been some deaths in the neighbourhood recently we dont know whats causing it... you could come and play pool with us Daniel" She offers

waits for a bit

"Um, sure.  Yeah, that'll be fun." Daniel says after only the briefest of moments of consideration.

they show him to a lounge with a pool table, and ping pong table right next to it.

Picking up a pool cue and beginning to set up the table Daniel's brain just wouldn't let go of that little tidbit of information he'd been given.

"So...what's this about murders?" he asks, as innocently as anyone could ask about the death of a human being.

Girl gasps "It's horrible people have been killed off campus in various different ways one was hacked apart and it looks like... like" Wimpers "Someone ate the poor guy"

"That's just gross, don't these people know about Kuru?" honestly the murder, grisly as it sounded, of people Daniel didn't know held very little significance to him but it gave him a chance to talk to some cute girls so who was he to ignore the chance.

Taking a shot at the pool table he breaks up the assembled balls but sinks nothing.

"So before all the death and cannibalism what did you do around here for fun?"

Pauses

"We snuck off to partys and a night club or two" Admits

"one or two of us still do that

"We'd also stargaze, or go joyriding" she smiles...

"Its a shame we can't go out anymore.  I bought a brand new car last week for school.  Hate to think it won't get much use now..." It was a minor lie, Daniel hadn't bought the car outright he was making payments but it was brand new and at the moment still possessed the new car smell all new cars seem to come with.

a girl pauses "Their isnt a curfew, we could go out in the day, or at night, if we made sure not to go anywhere with anyone, and go to a restaraunt with a brightly lit parking lot. Whats the murderer going to do stand out in the middle of the road with a chainsaw? if he does we can run  him over.

Daniel can't help but laugh at the girl's plan to handle the killer should he/she appear.  It spoiled his pool shot but that didn't matter so much to him.

"I like how you think."

She nods "so a good day and time for you ?" She asks enthusiasticly, curious and hopeful.

Panic.

Kenneth had learned just today that he had forgotten to attend one of his classes the entire time, and it was now time for the final exam. He knew the basics of the course, but not the details that would be relevant for the test. He looked around the room, filled with faces he didn't recognize.

I'm not going to graduate. I'm not going to graduate. I'm not going...

---

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Kenneth woke up from the dream and fumbled for his cellphone to try and silence the alarm. It was time to get ready for work. By the time he had gotten out of bed, he knew that he had had what most people would consider a nightmare, though he felt a lingering feeling of happiness for some reason. He thought about how he'd prefer being late for class instead of being late for work before the memory of the dream completely unraveled.

---

Kenneth clocked into work and began his job as night shift custodian, cleaning up messes, making sure every little machine and device and gadget was clean and in working order, and making sure that the doors were all stable and secure, and none of them were about to fall from their hinges.

It was a lonely task, being alone and invisible, but it did give him unrestricted access to the school. He borrowed nice books from the library and even made use of some of the nicer computers in the computer lab for some after-hours web surfing and gaming. Heck, even the cellphone that woke him up today was something he picked up from the lost and found and tinkered with for his personal use.

He had to wait until much later to sneak into the computer lab for some fun. First, he had to clean up some of the strange things that had been left behind everyday, for the past few weeks. Previously, the weirdness scared him. Something was out there. Someone was out there, doing, conspiring, conspiring to do something. They might not have been human.

He felt himself being watched at all times of the night. That was why he asked to move to the night shift; he couldn't sleep at night because of the unseen eyes that were watching him. The feeling of being watched evaporated with the sunrise, and he found himself sleeping during the day and waking up at night. Be vulnerable during safe hours and be active during scary hours. Made perfect sense.

---

Eventually, Kenneth's fear turned into excitement. He was in a place where he could lift himself from his failure of a life. He came from a well-off Korean family who had high expectations for their only son. Kenneth still hadn't informed his family that he had dropped out of school last year. He had run out of money due to medical debt. No money to continue his studies, no money to return, disgraced, to Korea.

He would've killed himself by now if he didn't feel that there was anything to live for. He found that he lived for these mysterious and exciting nights. He lived for the strange things he found during night shift.

Well he finds once again weird things during the night, beyond discarded condoms.


He find a staggering young man this evening who has no scent of liquor on his breath but is staggering away incoherent.

"Hey there..." Kenneth called out to the drunk dude. Hopefully, it wasn't one of his former classmates. "Hey man, you okay?" Kenneth got his radio to summon security to escort this guy out. "Security, we got a student who's lost..."

Security arrives after a few minutes, not in a rush but not dilly dallying either...

young mans still stumbling

"any idea whats wrong with him he doesnt seem drunk..."

"Drugs, maybe? I don't know, I'm just the guy that cleans up and makes sure everything's running." Now that Security was here, Kenneth could get back to his shift. "Hey, I'd just let the guy out, but there's a big mess in a few rooms that I need to clean up." Not really a big mess, just some mysterious graffiti that only Kenneth noticed, and others didn't notice until he pointed them out. "Also, a few things have gone missing these past two weeks, and the boss lady said I needed to tell you guys about any people who aren't supposed to be here."

within 10 minutes they arrive and take the young man.

Well, that's that. Kenneth the Custodian went back to his work, cleaning up all the stuff left behind by respectable people. Funny how he was privy to all sorts of juicy secrets now that he wasn't one of them anymore. He probably could make good money selling these tidbits to tabloids. Maybe even respectable newspapers.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Kenneth got out his cellphone and began taking pictures of the various graffiti in the school. The ones that no one noticed until he pointed them out. Yeah, this was some sort of weird frat initiation, he was sure of it. Good fodder for tabloids and other gossip hawks.

A few days latter... he is working late at night... and finds... something... a body that looks like it was ripped apart... brutally... and the bones show proof of having been gnawed on.

Kenneth was scared. Frightened. Petrified. He stood there, staring at the grisly scene.  However, he had just enough presence of mind to call for help. "Security? We have a problem..." He remembered the code word for a dead body. "Code Gomez." Whoever was in charge of the code system loved classic shows. In this case, it was a reference to the Addams Family: Gomez Adams. "Good God, man. Code Gomez."

He still hadn't taken his eyes off of the poor bastard after putting away his radio.
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He gets no response... after looking for a bit he sees... its impossible... absolutely impossible!!! A shambling corpse. walking yet also rotting with worms visible beneath its skin now stumbling towards him groaning... a fey... disturbing yellow light coming from the eyes and... attacks but hes able to defend himself and takes no damage, he fight back or run, possibly to find no aid?

"What."

Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Flight. Flight.

Kenneth's mind shut down and went into flight mode. He ran from the Walking Dead, closed the door, and ran back to the security station. Or at least, he attempted to do all of those things, if the dead thing didn't catch up to him first.

The exit just... doesnt exist he just finds a blank wall where it should be... and the shambling corpse continues pursuing him gleefully...

This isn't real.

At this point in a horror movie, the victim would be screaming for help, possibly soiling himself in terror. Kenneth's sheer terror broke his mind and went into pure denial. This can't possibly be real. I'm dreaming.

He could pull his cellphone out and call 911, but he didn't. There was a good signal here, but he didn't. He stood there, frozen, terrified, and unbelieving. A voice in the back of his head wondered if this was how some of the first victims of the zombie apocalypse got turned. So scared that they stood there, fear and confusion and disbelief paralyzing them with indecision...

The shambling terror comes over grinning a terrible feral grin carresses his chin almost lovingly, then slowly strangles him for a minute till he almost passes out then beats him ...


then breaks some bones... then electrocutes him by breaking some wires from the wall... all in all it goes on for over an hour... before it finall gets bore and just cracks his neck open and sucks out his blood...


The last thin he see is a horrible Shadowy Owl with glowing Yello eyes....





***********

(Now Kindred of Clan Mekhet, Blood Potency 6 Humanity 2(Thank the nice Strix who embraced you)

you can divide 3 disciplines as you see fit.)

You stir to conciousness but are surrounded by blackness... your inside a coffin... you've been buried in the local cementary near some other unfortunates...

And first you must find your way to the surface try brute forcing it or what?

Hunt. Kill. Feed. Sleep. Repeat.

Hunt. Kill. Feed. Sleep. Repeat.

Hunt. Kill. Feed. Sleep. Repeat.

Hunt. Kill. Feed. Sleep. Repeat.

Kenneth quieted the weird train of thought in his his mind. He should be scared right now, but for some reason, he wasn't. He was buried alive. He should be scared right now, but... Enough. On to the task at hand. He tried to push the lid open. If it doesn't budge, he will try harder. If it still won't budge, he will try even harder. He will not die here, not without a fight. Still so many people left who deserve to die.

OOC: Simple strength check, then Strength + active Vigor, then Strength + active Vigor + 6 vitae for +12 strength.

Now that was an odd thought. Kenneth was not a violent man, at least, he didn't resort to violence first when in a fight. Sure, he'd had to defend himself against the institutional bullying in Korean schools, as well as the xenophobia he faced here (oddly, they didn't care that he wasn't white, but they did care that he wasn't American).

But to actually kill people that made him miserable? He'd never... think of not doing it. Yes, those people need to die, preferably after they've watched everything they ever loved go up in flames before their eyes. The thought of fire sent a chill down his spine. Odd. He wasn't afraid of fire. He respected it. He was afraid of it. He was never afraid... He was ALWAYS afraid of it.

hes able to shatter the lid on the coffin... then to climb... slowly but inexorably to the surface...

he sees his tombstone... which stirs no emotion in him... beyond perhaps the fact its overly cheap... Hes in the local cementary

tl;dr: Kenneth heads to the utility shed/caretaker's shed, where there might be a phone.

Local cemetery. "Ah, great." That voice didn't come out right. Kenneth took a deep breath so he would have something to push through his vocal cords. "Ah great. Much better." He reminded himself to breathe if he wanted to speak. He never had to think about that before. The fact that he hadn't been breathing until now didn't bother him. It should, but it didn't.

Kenneth had been here before, when a friend's mother died. It was his first time witnessing American funeral rites. I mean, he'd seen it before, back in Korea, but it was still quite different having to see it in person. Yeah, what was her name? That's friend who lost her mother? She chose that black guy over him. Sweet perfume, firm, perky breasts, smile so beautiful, laughter so sweet.

She'd make a fine slave.

Slave? The thought came naturally to Kenneth. He meant to say... slave. Slave. Someone to fit to serve with her mind, body, and soul. Kenneth thought of paying her a visit one of these... nights. Days. Nights. One of these nights.

There should be a phone here somewhere, in the utility shed. Or maybe a cellphone. He had a cellphone. Not anymore, as they wouldn't bury him with it. That'd be wasteful. On the way to find a phone, Kenneth wondered why he wasn't freaked out by all of this. The thought was quickly replaced by why should be terrified, as he was beneath such human concerns...

well the person in the caretakers house is "Did you stay after visiting hours?" Grumpily...

A late middle aged man...

"Call the cops. I was buried alive and I dug my way out. Made a mess over there... That hole in the ground over there." Kenneth's manner of speaking was unusually calm and cold for someone who claimed to have been buried alive, but he didn't care. Old man should be smart enough to see how much dirt he had on his clothes, and the trail of dirt he left on his way here.

Before stepping inside, Kenneth asked. "Can I come in?" Kenneth found that odd. He didn't care about a lot of things, but he knew that he cared deeply about not invading this stranger's privacy. In fact, respecting other people's homes was something... something he always cared about.

blinks "No you cannot I'll call someone to pick you up" Seems creeped out by Kenneth...

"Whatever." That sounded harsher than Kenneth intended, but whatever. He had other things to deal with. He knew something was very wrong, but he just didn't care. It took a bit of effort to try and make himself care about the things that mattered to him. For now, he just had to wait until the cops arrived. That meant standing still until the caretaker came back. Standing perfectly still, like an undying, unbreathing statue.

the police arrive in a bit they seem unnerved too but ask him about his housing situation if hes homeless or not.

"My name is Kenneth Jeong. I work for <name of university>. I live at <address of crappy apartment>. Last night, I was attacked by some weirdo, and I woke up buried alive. Pushed the lid open and crawled out of the ground. Wasn't even packed hard. Didn't take much to get out. Can you take me home? I want to go home."

blinks "Actually Kenneth Jeong has been dead for 2 weeks"  Calling things in pinch his face a bit...

"But your not wearing a mask we'll take you back to your apartment... do you have a key on you?"

Kenneth imagined a point of light in a sea of darkness. The Light of Humanity surrounded by the Beast of Darkness. The light flickeered slightly brighter when the police officer offered to take Kenneth home.

"I don't have a key. I don't have anything." No wallet, no ID, no money, no cellphone, nothing. "I got robbed and buried alive, sir." He breathed deep. He had to remember to do that now. "The key was worthless, anyway. Door lock didn't lock or open completely. Had to learn how to pick my own lock to get in and out."

"I don't suppose you could notify the Korean Embassy? South Korea, not North." This idiot probably thought that Kenneth was a spy for Kim Jong-Un. So many morons didn't know the difference between North Korea and South Korea. "They can help me. They must help me. They can let my family know how much I fucked up and almost died here in the Promised Land." Another deep breath, in case he had more to say.

they nod "We'll contact the embassy"

well his apartment is unlocked unfortunately most of his stuff was allready removed... but theirs a bed to sleep on...

Hunt. Kill. Feed. Sleep. Repeat.

Hunt. Kill. Feed. Sleep.

Hunt. Kill. Feed.

Hunt. Kill. Feed.

Hunt. Kill. Feed.

Kenneth was hungry. STARVING. He needed someone to eat. Someone to eat? Something to eat. Someone to eat. No one here smells or tastes good enough. He has to go out and get somethi-, someone to eat. He had a vision of fang and fur and claws and blood.

He ran off into the night, unknowing and uncaring for anything other than nourishment. Everyone else he passed was unknowing and uncaring about him as well. Everyone except the right one...

OOC: Kenneth will instinctively activate Obfuscate 1, and then use Auspex 1 to detect werewolves (mainly through figuring out which person will give him what he wants the most: blood).

it takes him till its dangerously close to dawn... then he see's a young man... and Can smell boiling burning blood in his veins...

hes looking over his Motorcycle... which looks pretty nice... and is dressed... like a motocrcycle ganger.

Kenneth was tired and hungry. It was getting late, and he needed to get some sleep soon. But first, dinner... The small part of Humanity left within was unsure about what was to happen, but the Beast did not. With the Instinct of the Shadow Beast, Kenneth crept up upon the... prey without alerting it to the hunter that was Kenneth Jeong...

OOC: Kenneth will try to sneak up on the biker and try to eat him. Seeing as it's not a breaking point right now to drain him dry (as it's not premeditated murder and more passionate killing), he will probably drain the poor wolf dry. :(

you manage to get close to him then he turns and asks "Can I help you?" Blinking... not knowing whats in front of him...

I'm so sorry.

Kenneth tried to say the words, but he only heard it in his head as he gave in to the hunger. To the Beast Within.

Kill.

Feed.

KILL.

FEED.

OOC: Kenneth either Rides the Wave or just stops holding back his hunger. Either way, he gives in to Frenzy and gets the sweet +6 to all physical rolls for being a BP 6 vampire in frenzy.

He gasps and trys to resist... but cant hes so shocked... You get plenty of nourishing hot blood from him surging through you... you feel the hunger abate itself mostly...  and he lays dead at your feet...

do you search his body?

The biker was spent. Dead. Irrelevant to Kenneth, who began searching the body. Keys. Phone. Wallet. Identification. Helmet.

Keys for the bike, for conveyance. Travel, find some place safe, far away. Phone for communication, contacts, and Internet access. News, current events. His own obituary. Wallet for money, identification, address. A place to hole up for the day, until he got some place of his own. Helmet for the bike, to not attract attention. It probably wouldn't fit, but it'd keep most cops away. Helmetless riders attracted cops like... Kenneth couldn't finish that metaphor. So tired...

Kenneth was on autopilot. He drove to the address on the dead guy's driver's license...

its a run down apartment... but will serve for the day...

Somewhere away from the sun... Somewhere to rest... Away from the sun. Away from the world...

Kenneth The Beast goes into daysleep...

OOC: How much vitae does he have now? Werewoof blood gives 2.5 or 1.5 times the normal amount, IIRC, and also bestows a penalty to frenzy.

(alltogether he has 13 vitae, Never the less if I was you I'd conserve vitae until I've either A: Made long term arrangements for feeding

or B: Been blood bound, and likely been granted a supply of bloodto keep you sustained as a matter of course...

OOC: That means he won't be hungry for 9 more days maximum without feeding. 13 - 9 = 4. A lot can happen in nine days. Or rather, nine nights. Especially someone that is hard to notice from a mundane and supernatural perspective.

Tomorrow evening, Kenneth will do a lot of research into what has happened to him. Newspapers, online news, TV news, information related to what has happened so far. He knew, in the back of his head, that something was terribly wrong, that he had just killed someone and stolen their belongings after dinner. That wasn't the strangest part. The strangest part was that he didn't feel a tinge of guilt, only that he knew he should feel guilty about it.

For now, sleep, and the Dream Visions of the Shadows.

He sees 4 people 3 men and 1 woman he cant quite see their faces... but he can see... the the man he killed on the floor they look at him and cry a bit then they see Kenneth who suddenly has blood on his hands... and howl with rage... becoming huge hybrid wolves... and attempt to claw at him... then he wakes up...

Kenneth woke up. It was early in the morn-, evening. Early in the evening? Nothing out of the ordinary, waking up early in the evening. The first thing he needed to do was to figure out what the hell was going on. Why did the cop say that he had been dead for two weeks? Did his identity get stolen? Did some corrupt cop backdate the incident and make it seem like he'd been dead for that long? It was just two days ago that he was attacked...

OOC: Kenneth will try to catch up on the news. Newspaper, TV, computer, smartphone, in case the phone he stole was a smartphone. He needs to know more about what happened before he continues.

Well he has an obituary...

And theirs been some disturbing incidents across the city ... just mysterious deaths like the ones on campus...

The part of Kenneth that was still Human was excited by this mystery. On one hand, something terrible had happened to him, but on the other hand, he was... special.

OOC: What is the date of the obituary? What is the date of the newspaper? I assume that Kenneth lost two weeks, and his obituary has the date of the attack on it?

date of the obituary is nearly 2 weeks ago.

Kenneth came to the conclusion that he had been attacked and had gone into a coma for two weeks. Then, when the hospital staff realized that he had no money and no insurance, they dumped him off into a shallow grave to die. That was a horrible thing to do, and they had to pay for it. He did not even realize that he wasn't hungry at all when he woke up this evening. Instead, he poured all of his effort towards making those people who buried him alive pay. Then he would make the psycho that attacked him pay. Kenneth was not a very strong man, but right now, he felt that he could take them on.

But first, he had to get himself cleaned up. A shower. With soap and water and shampoo. Yes. He didn't feel filthy, but he knew that he was filthy and that it would be a problem when he went after the people that wronged him. Not because of any shame at the horrible smell or his terrible appearance, but because it would be a tactical disadvantage. He liked how logical he seemed after the near-death experience. Thoughts so clear without fear or conscience.

After a nice shower, some clothes to let him blend in and not attract attention would be nice. Again, not because of social mores, but because of the tactical advantage of blending in. Not attracting attention seemed to be the most natural thing to him. He imagined himself above the mass of humanity, picking off the targets of his revenge.

OOC: Kenneth's tasks:

1. Shower.
2. Get new clothes. Maybe steal his victim's clothes if they fit, otherwise, steal something from a store or warehouse.
3. Take a walk to have some time to think (and probably run into a vampire who can see him).
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(Ouch hes starting to act like someone with the "Masquerade victim" Flaw from VTM)

While on a walk after a bit...

after a bit he feels a perverse... connection to someone not far from him hes not sure why... but its unmistakable

(OOC: Just a fellow Mekhet Nothing more)

The PErsons a young man wearing non descript clothes looking around cautiously...

Kenneth walked up to the man and said, "Hello there," in English. "I feel like I know you."

Then, in Korean, he says, "Do you speak Korean?"

he blinks "I dont think I know you..." He says looking you over... "Are you new to the city?" He asks...

blinks at the korean "Sorry, what?"

"No, I'm not new. I wasn't born here, but I've been here a few years." Kenneth was born in South Korea, but moved here to study. He spent high school in South Korea and his entire college life here, until he got buried in medical debt. "Feels weird, man. It feels like... No, you feel like someone I should know. You seem to be the only one who bothered to pay attention to me."

Kenneth took a deep breath.

"You get attacked by some psycho at work, you get sent to the hospital, they discover you're broke, and they try to get rid of you. Not sure why I'm telling you this, but you're the first one to actually talk to me like a person since I dug myself out of that shallow grave."

OOC: Kenneth has Obfuscate 1 unconsciously active. His Blood Potency is hidden and people are naturally ignoring him.

He pauses...

"Just relax for a second ok?"


(OOC Trying to see if he has auspex on or not not stupid enough to taste his blood of course)

"Okay." Kenneth should've been bothered by the fact that almost everyone was ignoring him, but it didn't because of his tattered Humanity. Not that he knew what that meant; he just knew that there was something wrong with him and he should be more worried, but here was someone who might be able to help.

pauses looking him over... then "When did you crawl your way out of the grave?"  is curious.

"Woke up in a coffin in the cemetery yesterday evening. It wasn't even locked, and the dirt was very loose. Pushed it open and called the cops. They weren't interested. I was just a foreign student who was broke. They said I was dead for two weeks."

Kenneth remembered a nightmare from a zombie movie. Probably some weird nightmare from the night of the attack. He neglected to mention that he talked to the caretaker and then asked the cops to contact the South Korean embassy.

"I think I was in a coma for two weeks before the hospital discovered that I had no money, no family, no insurance, nothing. They freaking buried me alive, man. Went back to my apartment and everything was gone, so I..."

He remembered attacking a big biker guy, but that couldn't be right. Kenneth was by no means a wimp, but he couldn't possibly take on someone like that.

"I went out for dinner. Can't remember what I ate, but it gave me heartburn. Still have it. Went to... Went to another apartment to sleep. Slept late and woke up an hour ago, and here I am."
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Blinks "did you sleep in the day or the night?"

"If you'd come someplace alone with me?" asks politely
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To the first question, Kenneth answered, "I overslept. Slept through the day, and just woke up about an hour ago like I said. It's evening but it doesn't look that dark." As for the second one, "If you're a fucking serial killer... Ah, fuck it. You're the first one who bothered to pay attention to me. Fuck it, YOLO, whatever the fucking kids fucking say nowadays."

Kenneth realized he had been cursing a lot but it didn't seem to bother him. He should be bothered by it. He made himself be bothered by it. "Language. Sorry. Had a rough night."
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he goes behind a corner and says "Let me feel your wrist?" He feels it

"You have no pulse suprise suprise"

pauses... "I take it you havent figured it out conciously yet?" sighs

"You are now Kindred, you are a vampire"

"What." Kenneth had a dumb, disbelieving look on his face. At least, that's how it would look like if he weren't so corpselike in appearance. "You're..." Kenneth stumbled to try and find words. He knew something was wrong with him, but vampires? Vampires don't exist.

"Okay, so you know something's wrong with me, but you're trying to break it to me gently, in your own weird way. What do you mean by, 'vampire?' Is that a nickname for my condition? I mean I know I woke up in a coffin, in the evening, had to dig my way out of grave dirt, and... I couldn't get inside the caretaker's shed since he didn't give me... permission..."

"Ah crap." Realization hit him. If he were a vampire, he probably had to sleep in that coffin and bring that grave dirt around with him. Still, he shouldn't be so ready to believe this. A part of Kenneth's mind thought that this was just a dream, a lucid dream, and you don't always get to play a vampire, so he was just going to play along with the dream. If it was a dream. "Are you a vampire? How do you know? How can you tell? Are you a wizard? Is Dungeons and Dragons for real? Is there some sort of Muggle memory censorship going on like in Harry Potter? This is pretty cool..." If he had vampire powers, he could take out those assholes in the hospital, and the assholes in the other hospital who put him in debt.

Then go after her...

flashes fangs "Yes, I AM a vampire and I believe of the same clan as you, namely clan Makhet, tell me HAve you developed stronger senses, or the ability to remain hidden more easily?"

rolls eyes

"I Can tell because if we come from the same clan it creates a sympathetic bond between us when we come close...

Im not sure about Muggle memory erasure... but Were able in fact OBLIGATED to keep humans from finding out we exist"

Smiles enigmaticly

"Still I am something close to a wizard... I could show you my covenant the ordo dracul... we seek to understand the banes and boons of Kindred existence, and Remake ourselves... no longer as simply cursed creatures... but as Dragons, as Angels, as Demons.What can we give you?"

he sighs

"For a generation of life, we can give you nothing but slavery I will not lie"

"But as you learn slowly, but inexorably... eventually you'll gain a faculity with the coils, and your freedom"



smiles

"What can the coils give you?

Power over your condition... you can make the beast your attack dog, rather then your master, constantly driving you to murder"

"We can mitigate your weakness to the sun allowing you , one more to walk in its light unafraid"

"Their is much we can teach but we would need your obedience and your aleigance"
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"Stronger senses? No, I..." Kenneth just realized that he wasn't wearing his glasses. And that he could see very clearly despite the darkness. "Okay, my eyesight is better. And I can see in the dark much better. As for remaining hidden? No, I haven't experienced..." Then Kenneth realized why everyone had been ignoring him. "Yeah. You could say that. Everyone is just walking around me, ignoring me."

"Sorry, man, what you said just went over my head, but you just offered me membership in something. Considering I was basically a nobody in life here, and worse than a nobody back home, it's a no-brainer. As for obedience and allegiance, I'm Korean. I'm used to being someone's bitch."

Kenneth is ready to go with this stranger. He has a lot more questions, but he'll save them for when he meets the others. He had nothing in life. He was going to die anyway, and now he had a second lease on life.

he nods "Fair enough come along"

takes him with him to the colleges library... surprise surprise...

After a bit hes shown to a middle aged looking man who glances him over "And you are?" she asks

"He is one I would suggest as an entrant to the order... He seems to have the discipline at least"

"Wait, what? The secret vamp-, er... Kin headquarters is the school?" Who would've thought? Kenneth would never have suspected that they would be based here. The vampire who turned him must've been one of them. The Secret Kin Headquarters being the university suddenly explained a lot of the weird things that he had seen over the past few weeks.

Kenneth did a deep bow, a symbol of great respect in Korean culture. "My name is Kenneth Jeong. Apparently I am like you." Then, he asked, "Is this a test? I was turned here. I can show you the room where I was turned into one of the Kin. That's what we call ourselves, right?"

"Our covenant, basicly a faction Yes bases itself here, the others are more decentralized... lancaea sanctum have some old abandoned church downtown... they hold services out of, the Circle of the crone Gathers in some elders sizable home... "

Invictus is wealthy enough to rent a banquet hall, or auditorium for major things... Carthians Borderline anarchicsts just meet" says dismissively "Wherever' often in a bar or nightclub"

he makes a face

"Kindred, not Kin, some may use the term Kin, but Kindred is going to make you recieve a better reception"
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"So, um... How should I address you, sirs? Back home, it was considered rude to address people by their given names. We called each other by our titles and last names if necessary. Here, it's rude to call people by their titles but polite to call each other by name." Kenneth wanted to know, so as not to offend. For some reason, he now automatically thought of these vampires as his own kind, superior to what he once was, and he wanted to show respect and deference that he couldn't be bothered to show for the man he robbed and killed.

Robbed? Killed? That can't be right. But given what he has learned tonight, either that man was probably part of this vampire test, or... Kenneth didn't know what do think. He wanted to get started with learning more about his condition, and more importantly, finding his place in this newly opened World of Darkness.

"Different segments of Vampiric society operate differently, the Invictus is best if you want to use "Mr and Mrs" all the times.

"Here often adress those who have titles by them those without them tend to be called by name, it sounds better then slave

Inside our covenant Be sure to call people by title, outside when talking with established members of kindred society, Say Sir or Ma'am, or any known titles... it can get bewilder I know..."

looks him over "Your look awfully pale for a recent embrace... I find it disturbing somehow"

At the end he pauses "Also if any vampires outside the covenant give you grief let us know, we'll deal with it for you"

Regarding Kindred society, Kenneth replied, "Kindred is what we call ourselves. Got it. As for covenant, is that like a guild or a clan or family? Or is it like a country, like every vampire who lives here is a member of our family? The, um... Ordo... Draco?"

About the "Embrace," Kenneth said, "Embrace. Is that what turning someone into a vampire, er... Kindred is called? I said before, I was Embraced here, in school. I was cleaning a room where people had left strange graffiti that only I could see unless I pointed them out to others, then they could see. Some zombie vampire thing with glowing eyes of doom attacked me, and I got buried and rose from the dead yesterday evening."

"I've noticed that there's something wrong with me other than being a vampire. I find it very hard to care about lots of things that I know I should care about. And I look like shit. Er... Sorry, sir. Language."

"Like a Guild we do have Clans, The Mekhet, the Ventrue,The Gangrel,  the Daeva, the Nosferatu. They each have their own social ties that cut across Covenant boundries... they might kill each other but cant deny they are closer to each other by dint of a common bloodline"

He pauses "Did you note a Color of the glowing eyes, did you see a shadowy Bat or bird of some kind nearbye?" sounds like he suspects something...

"His eyes glowed yellow like a cat. It felt weird, like I remember him tearing me limb from limb, and I think it hurt, but I don't remember the pain. I think he broke my spine and I couldn't feel anything. Is that how the Embrace is done?" If that was the process, Kenneth had a list of people he would subject to that, only to kill them again when they woke up in their coffins a while later.

He'd make sure not to break their spinal cords so they'd feel everything.
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sighs after a bit...

"It sounds like you encountered a Strix, the Nemesis... they've recently been active in town... They look like shadowy owls with glowing Yellow eyes, and seek to Corrupt us and subvert our humanity... they seem to feel a kinship for our inner beast and take our pretense of humanity, as a personal affront"

He pauses nervously

"SOMETIMES theyve been recordes as able to Effect the Embrace themselves, something that Arguably strongly indicates a tie between them and us..... but it is a RARE OCCURENCE... And a troubling one... it suggests they may be our origins..."
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"So this thing, this Styx," Kenneth misheard Strix as the River Styx, "Your enemy managed to this here, in your territory, without you knowing?" The Styx probably had the weird power of being hard to notice, which is why they didn't see him, and why Kenneth was being ignored by most people...

"I noticed that people ignore me in public, even going so far as to walk around me. Is that how we Kindred and Styx stay hidden? I didn't know vampires existed until tonight, and this weird invisibility would explain it. It would also explain all those weird symbols I could see but others couldn't unless I pointed them out."

'Two things explain it better one you've likely been subconciously using your powers of obfuscation to make yourself less noticiible... second as a vampires humanity decays, he radiates an aura of menace, of WRONGness... the strix likely consumed a great deal of your humanity on your first night of unlife...

*New Scene*

Campus football field late afternoon.


  Swear ran in rivulets down Terrance's face as he arms pumped furiously at his side. Stepping left he suddenly burst right as he poured on even more speed narrowly escaping the line man who's bear like arms had shot out to snag him. A matter of moments brought him a few yards forward before he suddenly shot off into the air, vaulting over a diving tackle and clearing his would be assailants head by almost a foot. landing hard, his feet didn't slow even an instant as he poured it on, trailing a line of flagging defenders behind him as he trotted into the End-zone. He turned with a triumphant whoop as the coach blew the whistle signaling the end of practice for the day.

Some people visit and watch appreciating his strength and skill, but while impressed are hardly over awed...

  Practice over, Terrance headed back to the showers to wash away the grime of the days practice. Once that was done, he changed back into his street clothes, bid his teammates farewell and headed off into the fading light of the day. His play was to head back to his dorm to study an hour or two and then head back out and see what the night could have in store for him.

Well things go well enough

(OOC: Curious You wanting to take it slow or only do a brief prelude before the embrace?)

((which ever works best for you))