[VtR][Mature] Born into Darkness: Arc 1

Right. The first thing is that you are human anymore. And I'm not just talking about drinking blood and all that. There's something that lives inside you now. That fit that you just had? He looks at Beth. That was a little taste. Every time you feel threatened or scared or meet another vampire it'll be there. Snarling and trying to get out. If you wonder why there's all this fancy termonology for stuff. All these fancy titles and what not? It's to try to keep us acting like things that walk and talk and not just something that's out for its next meal.
 

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OnlytheStrong said:
Diego leans over to Beth, "Don't suppose you know what in the hell is going on do ya?"

"Not a clue," Beth says as she walks through the foyer, her arms crossed defensively across her chest. Her eyes are aimed at the floor, but she raises her head at the offering of blood. As Nice continues to speak, she continues gazing at the details of the floor, only half-listening. If it is possible, she seems even more defeated when he's finished.
 

Cole Braddock

Cole listens intently to Archers tales of the Corp. and its current power struggle. He makes numerous mental notes and already begins to make formulate his eventual ‘re-appearance’ to powers that be. But for now he is quite content to let things be; besides there are bigger things to worry about right now. For example, where the hell they are going.

A very interesting development indeed Mr. Archer. Perhaps when our current situation has resolved itself and we are no longer under the direct gaze of the Prince, we can talk more about this.

I shall miss you my friends. My one regret was never giving you the opportunity that I was given. May you rest peacefully.

For the rest of the ride, Cole elaborates to Archer on what exactly his remote work entailed and what exactly he has been doing for the past 70 years.
 

Nice presses on. There are a bunch of rules. But there are three big ones. Old ones anyway, from when God, or whoever, cursed us.

One: We're a secret. No telling mortals. No leaving proof.

Two: No making new vampires. Curse on the earth and all that.

Three: no killing other vampires by drinking them dry. Supposedly your soul, and I mean the Beast, the evil vampire thing that lived in you now, gets extra nasty.
So those three things are called the traditions and theyre like first principals or the bill of rights or whatever. Some cities don't take the second one so seriously, but we do. You're the first vampires anybody's made in the City in over 20 years
 


Graf said:
You're the first vampires anybody's made in the City in over 20 years[/COLOR]

"So why us? Why now?" Beth asks the question that surely everyone else is thinking. "If there's been none made for so long, what happened?"
 

"I wasn't bitten, i was stabbed, by a ghoul, with a knife. How the hell does that turn me into a vampire? Can you explain it? I'm still trying to wrap my mind around that one."
 

Inside Blackcoat's Mansion -- Outside the Freezer
OnlytheStrong said:
Diego shakes his head, "Would of just as soon stayed mortal. So...... Vanderchild's gonna die for turning me huh?"
Nice shrugs. I don't decide but... honestly? Probably. Death or something similar.
Thing is... I thought I knew everyone in the city and I've never heard of any kindred named Vanderchild.


WarShrike said:
"I wasn't bitten, i was stabbed, by a ghoul, with a knife. How the hell does that turn me into a vampire? Can you explain it? I'm still trying to wrap my mind around that one."
Nice rubs the back of his head. "It's kind of traumatic. Maybe you got a bit confused about what happened?"

industrygothica said:
"So why us? Why now?" Beth asks the question that surely everyone else is thinking. "If there's been none made for so long, what happened?"
OK. Look I'm gonna level with you. Because... whatever, you deserve to know. This kind of thing doesn't happen in the City. LB doesn't allow it. He's laid back for Invictus but the rules he keeps he's really strict about it.
I mean... real strict.
Technically, in most cities, I've heard anyway, that if you get the Princes permission then you can make a childe. Like it's a crime, but he pardons you in advance, and you ask God for forgiveness and it's cool.

Nice looks like he's going to say something else, but stops.

Anyway, LB doesn't hold with that. Since he's been prince, or solidified control, what have you, nobody's ever tried to cross him. In the open. You know, it's the Danse but basically nobody tries to take him on as a partner.

And anyway, some people, right, like Constance, it's complex. Her kind aren't even usually allowed in cities. If people were to find out that she'd had a childe....

What I'm saying is that it makes no sense. Somebody makes a mistake, gets confused, whatever has a childe, that happens you know, once or twice a century.

But there are four of you.
In the space of a few months.

And your sires are who? Celeste? Constance? They're not... you know, they're not... whatever. Not stupid. Not suicidal. It's not the sort of thing they'd do.

And if they did, they'd do it proper. Do you even know what your clan is?


[sblock=Beth]
You know you're Mekhet. You know your sire, Constance, is also a Mekhet. You think Constance taught me all this when I was with her these past few months.
But you can't remember the actual conversation.

Instead you get weird images.
A coffee cup, filled with a red liquid, spinning in a microwave[/sblock]
[sblock=Diego]
You're a Nosferatu. Of course.[/sblock]
[sblock=Biggs]
You have no idea what a clan is. [/sblock]
 

"Clan? I have no idea what you're talking about, and i aint confused. The target... The ghoul's name was William Jefferson. He was all howling and chanting and doing the hokey pokey all over the place, and if he' turned himself around, he'd a seen my sword slicing into his ribcage in time. The girl was there, he was performing the ceremony, if thats what it was, on her, with that big f______ knife. Admitedly, i got cockey knowing i was up against a ghoul, and not a real vampire, and i didn't put as much effort in it as i should have. My own fault. He dropped, then stabbed me in the thigh and ran off. The girl helped." At this he turns to Beth, with an expression of sorrow. "I wanted to protect you, but if you're here i obviously failed. I'm sorry." Turning back to nice he continues. "Just before he ran, we heard the cops comming. He said something to me and for a few seconds i couldn't move, and he got away. By the time i'd limped home, i was a vampire."
 

Nice blinks as he absorbs Biggs' story.

"OK. Wait. You two know each other?" He looks at Beth and then at Biggs.
"And, when was this?"
 

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