Vampires, Party's and Plotting,......Oh my!
So this all happened last night,...
So I had to go see Old Dalan up in his tower. Christ! (what do i have to say to that old Narcissistic Loony anyways!) I thought out loud, Muttering as I walked through the deserted alleyways of the downtown corridor. (I know why; because I'm a faithful servant of the Camarilla) I sneered as I came upon the ladder, which was positioned against the wall, where it hadn't been just a moment ago.
He Knew I was coming. (Damn! alright,...He's calling himself something else now,..What was his new name?) I paced back and forth reciting name after name. I hit my head against the wall a few times, smiled on the third hit because that's when it came to me. (Gerrard) I said it a few more times just to make sure I got it right as I hiked up the ladder.
I emerged at the top of a building after what seemed like an eternal climb. I hauled myself up fully onto the roof. It was flat with four sides and there were large triangular posts at each end, with their points sticking outward, as if pointing to the City itself Or to the nearest exit. I walked to the middle of the roof and looked down. There was a raised altair shaped like a mini-Pyramid, except is was set insanely low in the roof, and the point at the top couldn't of come higher than my right shin.
He was sitting there. Just staring off into space. Wearing those same old tired robes, from when he wandered around with Jesus of Nazareth. At least, that's what he told everybody. To me they just appeared to be 2 simple robes, one over the other and not even an attempt to tie them across the middle. He was holding a Holy Relic. If I had to breathe, I'm sure it would have cought on something. He was holding a piece of legend. I knew the validity of that. It had the title 'Vampirica Apocrypha' subtitled, "A way to survive the end of the world".
(How the hells did he manage to get ahold of that!) I almoast said out-loud. It was clear that I was going to have to come back and StealBorrow it from him. (If I can't get it now that is).
"So what is it that you want?" the old body in front of me croaked.
"Gerrard,...I must borrow that book of yours. I've never seen a copy intact before." I babbled inanely. He started laughing as if I had insulted him. He fixed his gaze upon me then and restated the same question. It was my turn to laugh. I knelt down and stretched out backwards over the Altair coming to rest on my Elbows and arms as I chuckled and met his gaze. "Have you ever seen an Abomination Frenzy?...Gerrard?". This was enough to peak his curiosity. He got up from where he was sitting and walked towards and then through a door, that had suddenly appeared ahead of him and in front of my feet. As if called for like a faithful servant. It was going to be difficult to get out of his house, if all the doors obeyed him like that. I got up and followed him.
We entered a small room, which resembled a 1 bedroom studio apt. Although the 'studio' would have given more space and better comfort. This room was little more than a Storage shed with a hot plate, sink, toilet And Dozens of bookshelves. Gerrard moved about effortlessly and placed his book on one of the highest-most shelves, while I stumbled and knocked things over. He grabbed a Dry-erase board and started furiously scribbling notes. (For being as old and anachronistic as he was, Old Dalan seemed to like the modern conveniences a touch better than some of the Others I had met.)
"Gerrard...I need a way to kill it. I stated modestly. He was still scribbling and staring off in some random direction, with a Vacant Expression across his face. "You can't kill this on your own?" He Drawled. His voice had changed, I knew this was going to get ugly.
"Victor, Why else would I have come to You!" I Yelled. After which I immediately cast my eyes down and berated myself internally. (Shit! called him victor...Remember Gerrard!). He seemed not to have noticed my little outburst Or was ignoring it.
We continued talking. I rummaged around the Shack for something to eat. All the while Gerrard was asking all sorts of questions about it's Speed, Agility, Strength, Stamina, etc.
I gave him all the Info. that I had...But it wasn't much.
"Have they tried decapitation?"He asked in a somewhat bored voice.
"Yes, but no one can seem to land a blow hard enough to cut through the skin." I rationalized
"Pity, 'Tis a sad state that such an enemy is beyond that of our current Ilk." He spat
"Victor!...(Shit! Fuck! Call Him Gerrard!)...I'm one of the strongest we have and I wasn't able to hurt this thing. Christ! the entire Sect, is out trying to kill this" I sighed. I grabbed a box of Chocolate chip cookies that I saw and started eating them. Food and stress go hand in hand after all. I was out of Ideas, Out of time and Most of all, out of patients with this contrived little Mind-fucking Malkavian. Screw it if he's a dozen centuries my Senior.
"Perhaps you are thinking too much on how to kill him as a Vampire, and not enough of how to kill him as a Wolf?" He tilted his head and raised one of his eyebrows.
I dropped the cookie bag and turned to look him in the eye. "No Ones tried Silver yet." I smiled as I jumped up and raced towards his door. Gerrard looked back to his white-board and started scribbling some more. I turned to him and bowed as I reached the door. "Thank you Eldest one, Your guidance shall lead the rest of our nation..." Gerrard waved an airy hand dismissing me. I knew that he hated the pedantry and sychophantism of the old regalia. As I rose from my pre-programmed speech about the Glory and wonder of the Vampire nation I reached up and took the "Apocrypha" from the highest shelf and bolted out the door.
"The Lazarus Family won't forget this one Gerrard" I called as his door was closing and shrinking in on itself.
Gerrard waved a dismissive hand again at the intrusive noise coming at him. A knowing smile crept across his face, he paused and thought, he never really needed that book in the first place. He shook his head and returned his gaze to his white-board and at the picture of a man with a pointed nose and sleek of face, with Vampire Fangs.
I got down to the alley-way and hurried the five blocks to where my car was parked. I opened the door and grabbed my phone. I started Dialing as I started the car and pulled into empty-streets. I had a lot to do now. On the other end of the phone line a male voice answered, "North residence"
"I Need to speak with Kesper, this is urgent!"
"I see sir and who shall I say is calling?" He said Obsiquiously
"Just tell him it's Vincent's Childe. He'll know who this is!" I snapped.
"Yes Sir, I shall tell him you are on the phone, wishing to talk to him." The Butler in a Stately Mansion put the receiver down and walked as slowly as decorum would allow as he went to tell his master that someone wished to talk to him.
(Gods I hated servants.) I thought to myself. I could only hope, that stuffy old codger would be up to, going to a Party. Although admittedly it wasn't really a Party that *any* Self-respecting Tremere would be caught dead at. However, I was unusually good at talking people into things, And If I had to I would call in the solid You-Owe-Me.
I sped toward Kesper's house anxiously hoping that he would see me this late in the night.
End.
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So instead of just telling everybody about my dream. I decided to write a little story about it.
Me thinks I might need some role-playing, some time soon.
Luv's and Hug's to all,.........................................~M~
So I had to go see Old Dalan up in his tower. Christ! (what do i have to say to that old Narcissistic Loony anyways!) I thought out loud, Muttering as I walked through the deserted alleyways of the downtown corridor. (I know why; because I'm a faithful servant of the Camarilla) I sneered as I came upon the ladder, which was positioned against the wall, where it hadn't been just a moment ago.
He Knew I was coming. (Damn! alright,...He's calling himself something else now,..What was his new name?) I paced back and forth reciting name after name. I hit my head against the wall a few times, smiled on the third hit because that's when it came to me. (Gerrard) I said it a few more times just to make sure I got it right as I hiked up the ladder.
I emerged at the top of a building after what seemed like an eternal climb. I hauled myself up fully onto the roof. It was flat with four sides and there were large triangular posts at each end, with their points sticking outward, as if pointing to the City itself Or to the nearest exit. I walked to the middle of the roof and looked down. There was a raised altair shaped like a mini-Pyramid, except is was set insanely low in the roof, and the point at the top couldn't of come higher than my right shin.
He was sitting there. Just staring off into space. Wearing those same old tired robes, from when he wandered around with Jesus of Nazareth. At least, that's what he told everybody. To me they just appeared to be 2 simple robes, one over the other and not even an attempt to tie them across the middle. He was holding a Holy Relic. If I had to breathe, I'm sure it would have cought on something. He was holding a piece of legend. I knew the validity of that. It had the title 'Vampirica Apocrypha' subtitled, "A way to survive the end of the world".
(How the hells did he manage to get ahold of that!) I almoast said out-loud. It was clear that I was going to have to come back and StealBorrow it from him. (If I can't get it now that is).
"So what is it that you want?" the old body in front of me croaked.
"Gerrard,...I must borrow that book of yours. I've never seen a copy intact before." I babbled inanely. He started laughing as if I had insulted him. He fixed his gaze upon me then and restated the same question. It was my turn to laugh. I knelt down and stretched out backwards over the Altair coming to rest on my Elbows and arms as I chuckled and met his gaze. "Have you ever seen an Abomination Frenzy?...Gerrard?". This was enough to peak his curiosity. He got up from where he was sitting and walked towards and then through a door, that had suddenly appeared ahead of him and in front of my feet. As if called for like a faithful servant. It was going to be difficult to get out of his house, if all the doors obeyed him like that. I got up and followed him.
We entered a small room, which resembled a 1 bedroom studio apt. Although the 'studio' would have given more space and better comfort. This room was little more than a Storage shed with a hot plate, sink, toilet And Dozens of bookshelves. Gerrard moved about effortlessly and placed his book on one of the highest-most shelves, while I stumbled and knocked things over. He grabbed a Dry-erase board and started furiously scribbling notes. (For being as old and anachronistic as he was, Old Dalan seemed to like the modern conveniences a touch better than some of the Others I had met.)
"Gerrard...I need a way to kill it. I stated modestly. He was still scribbling and staring off in some random direction, with a Vacant Expression across his face. "You can't kill this on your own?" He Drawled. His voice had changed, I knew this was going to get ugly.
"Victor, Why else would I have come to You!" I Yelled. After which I immediately cast my eyes down and berated myself internally. (Shit! called him victor...Remember Gerrard!). He seemed not to have noticed my little outburst Or was ignoring it.
We continued talking. I rummaged around the Shack for something to eat. All the while Gerrard was asking all sorts of questions about it's Speed, Agility, Strength, Stamina, etc.
I gave him all the Info. that I had...But it wasn't much.
"Have they tried decapitation?"He asked in a somewhat bored voice.
"Yes, but no one can seem to land a blow hard enough to cut through the skin." I rationalized
"Pity, 'Tis a sad state that such an enemy is beyond that of our current Ilk." He spat
"Victor!...(Shit! Fuck! Call Him Gerrard!)...I'm one of the strongest we have and I wasn't able to hurt this thing. Christ! the entire Sect, is out trying to kill this" I sighed. I grabbed a box of Chocolate chip cookies that I saw and started eating them. Food and stress go hand in hand after all. I was out of Ideas, Out of time and Most of all, out of patients with this contrived little Mind-fucking Malkavian. Screw it if he's a dozen centuries my Senior.
"Perhaps you are thinking too much on how to kill him as a Vampire, and not enough of how to kill him as a Wolf?" He tilted his head and raised one of his eyebrows.
I dropped the cookie bag and turned to look him in the eye. "No Ones tried Silver yet." I smiled as I jumped up and raced towards his door. Gerrard looked back to his white-board and started scribbling some more. I turned to him and bowed as I reached the door. "Thank you Eldest one, Your guidance shall lead the rest of our nation..." Gerrard waved an airy hand dismissing me. I knew that he hated the pedantry and sychophantism of the old regalia. As I rose from my pre-programmed speech about the Glory and wonder of the Vampire nation I reached up and took the "Apocrypha" from the highest shelf and bolted out the door.
"The Lazarus Family won't forget this one Gerrard" I called as his door was closing and shrinking in on itself.
Gerrard waved a dismissive hand again at the intrusive noise coming at him. A knowing smile crept across his face, he paused and thought, he never really needed that book in the first place. He shook his head and returned his gaze to his white-board and at the picture of a man with a pointed nose and sleek of face, with Vampire Fangs.
I got down to the alley-way and hurried the five blocks to where my car was parked. I opened the door and grabbed my phone. I started Dialing as I started the car and pulled into empty-streets. I had a lot to do now. On the other end of the phone line a male voice answered, "North residence"
"I Need to speak with Kesper, this is urgent!"
"I see sir and who shall I say is calling?" He said Obsiquiously
"Just tell him it's Vincent's Childe. He'll know who this is!" I snapped.
"Yes Sir, I shall tell him you are on the phone, wishing to talk to him." The Butler in a Stately Mansion put the receiver down and walked as slowly as decorum would allow as he went to tell his master that someone wished to talk to him.
(Gods I hated servants.) I thought to myself. I could only hope, that stuffy old codger would be up to, going to a Party. Although admittedly it wasn't really a Party that *any* Self-respecting Tremere would be caught dead at. However, I was unusually good at talking people into things, And If I had to I would call in the solid You-Owe-Me.
I sped toward Kesper's house anxiously hoping that he would see me this late in the night.
End.
.
.
.
So instead of just telling everybody about my dream. I decided to write a little story about it.
Me thinks I might need some role-playing, some time soon.
Luv's and Hug's to all,.........................................~M~