Jakob's Journal

Journal kept by Jakob

Category:
book/scroll
Description:

Small leather bound book, nice parchment, seems a bit archaic to Jakob, but he’s kept it to keep up with his research and day to day life since he met Nash.

Bio:

The List

  • Priscilla- Runs drugs for Vance, leader of some biker gang
  • Anne Marsters- runs the police and is in charge of tradition breaks, Invictus

Coils

  1. The first coil I have learned is the Coil of Blood, the ability to only use half the blood a normal vampire does to awaken. Nash said it would cut the time I had to devote to hunting in half, and would allow me to research more. He was right, I’ve found I have to use half the blood that other vampires do for awakening.
  2. The second I learned was the ability to take sustenance from animals, Nash says that if I live long enough to see my blood thicken, that I will no longer be able to take sustenance from them, however now I no longer have to worry about that and can focus on my studies.
  3. The third is the first Coil of the Beast, the ability to force the beast back into the recesses of my soul through willpower alone. It is hard, and takes it’s toll, but at least I have some semblance of control over my predatory nature now.

January 17, 1975

Nash had been waiting on me when I awoke, a slight glimmer in his eye. Something I hadn’t seen before in the past few months I’d been staying here. Mostly we spent our nights reading, ancient occult books that seemed more like children’s horror stories than actual books. Accounts of ghosts, werewolves and other things that go bump in the night, 7 months ago I would have told you to “Fuck off, wierdo. None of that shits real.” I’d have been dead wrong. 7 months ago I didn’t need blood to survive, well I needed it but not like I do now. My body no longer produced it, my liver ceased to function and now here I am, dead but not. I’m a vampire, a life-stealer, vrykolakas, strigoi, I’ve pretty much learned every name we have in every language I could find. I’ve only met a handful of the night life so far, my sire a queen bitch by the name of “Priscilla”, god I can only hope she dies the most horrible second death imaginable. By all that is holy and unholy I will kill her one day, I guess that’s one good part about the situation, I’ve got nothing but time. Nash of course who took me in, he found me after two nights on my own, I’d slaughtered a bum and drank until he was a dried out husk. Nash had woken me up and explained the rules, I’ll forever be grateful to him. Forever, that has a new meaning now doesn’t it, it’s no longer a side tossed saying that means next to nothing, forever truly could mean forever, barring fire or sunlight I could live forever. So far that was it, Nash had kept him here for the most part only taking me out to feed every so week or so.

Tonight was different though, he was waiting when I awoke, part of me was scared, had he finally decided I wasn’t worth keeping? “Come.” is all he said as he led me into the large room that doubled as a library “Sit” he pointed to a wooden chair. I did as I was bade, and sat looking around, most of the books were put up, there were only a few here and there, it was much cleaner than usual though. He took an old book off the shelf, it had a stylized emblem crossing the front leather “This is a copy of the rites of my order. Read.” he’d said as he placed the book upon a pedestal and left. I spent the remainder of the night reading, burning through the pages as if possessed, reading of Dracula’s rise and fall, his brides, the long sleep and other pieces of history. Then I began to read the tenants, “Always question, embrace and study change.” these where things I didn’t quite understand but I accepted, they seemed to right not to. I continued reading on through the night, only stopping when Nash returned and told me it was time to go. He walked me back to my resting place and I slept. This continued for the better part of a week. He’d brought me animals to feed off of when I was barely able to stand and “The Beast” threatened to take over. I read, I dug, I wanted more, more knowledge, more information and most of all more power. It was then that Nash finally told me what it all was, about the Ordo Dracul and himself, about his research and the coils, about being able to change my blood and transcend the curse that we were. “But I don’t want to be human again…” is all I said, the first smile crossed his lips “No slave, we will be more than human, more than vampire, we will be something different, something more.”

The next few nights were spent in discussion and preparation, before I was presented to the Ordo proper I’d need to at least know two coils, so I went to work, preparing myself for “the change” as Nash had called it. Honestly the introspection and thinking about what I’d done in my life was more painful than help. Killing Jean had only been the latest on the long list of death and destruction he’d handed out over his life, and it had followed him into his death. Nash had told him “Focus on the change, not what you’ve done, how you’ve changed…” he walked me through it as if I was a child. So I did just that, I focused on how I needed blood to survive, the taste and smell, the texture of the thick hot liquid rolling over my dead tongue. It made me hungry, no, hungry isn’t the word, hunger was an unfortunate inconvenience, this was something else, something more. I was starving, I felt like if I didn’t eat at that very moment I was going to die. Nash told me that this was the beginning of the change, and that I’d feel it more as the time went on, I had to stay awake through the day today and continue this self imposed torture. So I did, through sheer force of will alone I sloughed off the yoke of day and continued the introspection of life, death, and everything after, my short existence so far would not lead me to what I sought yet, power, but it would diminish part of my curse, this was what the coils were about, through learning as many as we could, we could become immortal without the need to depend on other beings for sustenance…

July 9, 1985

It was a decent night, well kind of. It started off doing some kind of ceremony at the Villa Vizcaya; I was to be “Acknowledged” that night. Hank had told me some things about the whole city in turmoil, drugs and other shit I’d cared less about. He’d kept me locked up in that library for a while now, going on 10 years, nothing but rats and animals to drink from. Hank had told me if I didn’t learn the proper things that I’d forever be a slave to my thirst, constantly killing humans needlessly. A few days before I was to be “Acknowledged” I’d fed from a stray dog and two cats, Hank had seemed almost proud as it satiated my hunger. I’ve learned that no matter what happens no I’ll be able to feed from animals, apparently the older you get the less you can feed from, a startling realization came from finding out that eventually only kindred blood could sustain you. While that seemed like a hard premise to swallow for most, my sire’s face flashed through my mind, wondering if her blood would still taste as coppery, or would it be sweet, and honestly if he could keep from sucking her dry. The beast with in him rose into the back of his throat, he almost screamed at the thought of the stupid cunt that had sired him. Hank told me that the emotions a kindred feels for their sire is unusually strong, the emotions aren’t guaranteed, but if an emotion is there, it will be as strong as a humans if not stronger, which is increasingly rare for a vampire. “Hang on to that hate; it might just be what saves your humanity.” At the Villa Vizcaya, I ran into three other interesting people, what looked like a gang-banger in the days before he was embraced; Derek I believe. Phillip handled his own that night, he carried around a fucking Bowie knife, I made fun of him as I always do to everyone, that he carried around a Samurai sword, but like I said, he handled his shit, buried that shiny metal blade hilt deep in the Victorian dressed puke. Anyway, the other was Isaiah, well dressed, scholarly some might say, pussy is probably what I would say, but to each their own, I guess. We all arrived separately, for some ungodly reason Derek and Phillip had their pants tucked into their boots. It was interesting to say the least. After what seemed to be forever we congregated together, some chick stopped me from dragging a chair across the room, awkward stares and whispers where all that really happened. We talked some before they called us forward, Vance Moretti and some pompous looking ass whole named Benedict Martin stood behind a woman named Natalja, and she was by far the most interesting thing in the room. Our sires stood behind us, Derek, Phillip and Isaiah’s sires all looked fairly normal, my “Mother” on the other hand looked like a fucking circus freak, pin cushion that was due back to the freak show at any given moment. Oh how I loathe her, there are not words to express at how much I truly despise her, not only for giving me this curse, but for making me kill one of the only people I truly called friend. Maybe that wasn’t the reason I truly hated her, maybe it was the ease that I slid my fangs into his throat, the quickness that I drank from him and the utter lack of control I felt when he died in my arms. Either way, I will kill her one day, drain her of all that precious vitae, flay her skin slowly away from the dead muscle, pull her teeth out of her skull one by one, and then, when my entire night is done and I am satiated, I’ll leave her in the sun and let her burn and go straight to hell, that’s where the bitch belongs any way. The next few minutes was basically us swearing to uphold the traditions, I knew them of course, and had even sworn to follow some of them to Nash, but these pompous pricks decided they were in charge, that they were high and mighty, so I had to swear it to them. Traditions of the Masquerade, to uphold it and ensure we didn’t let the kine know of our existence. Yeah I could see where that could be useful. Traditions of Progeny, must gain permission to turn someone, yeah, population control, which makes sense too, although I wander if that cunt got permission to turn me? The third, the one that always gets me, the one that even I wouldn’t swear to Nash, and the one that escaped my lips as hollow words, a fear tradition, one that ensured all vampires for the most part would continue in roughly the same power struggles, the tradition used for the top to stay on the top, and the bottom feeders to keep grabbing for the scraps, Amaranth. The tradition that states you will not kill another vampire, and even further you will not commit Diablerie, drinking of another kindred’s heart blood. Honestly, nothing could give me more pleasure than killing my sire; nothing would give me greater pleasure than to watch as the life left her cold eyes for a final time and watch that bitch turn to ash. But this tradition makes it just this much harder, yeah, for now I’ll play along, I’ll do what I’m told, all the while sharpening my teeth, goading the beast and waiting for the day that I fuck her one last time, and I’ve finally won. Any who, after we were done reciting the traditions, which I waited just long enough for it to be awkward, Benedict found no pleasure in it, but Vance seemed to. I went to one knee for Natalja, for some reason I just wanted to obey her, to show my respect, to me it seemed like she was the one person in the room that had what I wanted, to be honestly above most of the power struggles, to be left alone to her own devices. This was her domain, and no one, not even Vance or Benedict seemed too anxious to take it away from her. So I knelt and rose when she asked, sharply, like the soldier I use to be. After that we were dismissed. Vance and Benedict parted like two magnets flinging themselves to opposite sides of the room, I didn’t catch if Benedict actually left or not, but Vance didn’t. I of course said something to the effect of “Thank god that’s over, I hate that stupid bitch.” To my sire, I fully expected for her to hit me, but nothing happened, to my disappointment. I assumed it was because of Elysium, but I really can’t wait until I can kill that bitch, now I’m sounding like a fucking broken record. I went over to the other Neonates, but before I could get there some one tapped me on the shoulder, it was Vance, he gave me a card and expressed his feelings for my behavior, told me “Give me a call; I could use someone like you.” I nodded and told him I appreciated it and that I would definitely be giving him a call. I walked over to the guys and we talked for a few minutes, I noticed another Nosferatu that seemed out of place, a long coat and a hoody underneath, the baggy clothing however didn’t hide his bulk, he seemed like the only other vampire that was above us that seemed to be interested. His name was Romario, from what I gathered he was Vance’s knee-breaker, a job I could help with for sure. I introduced myself and we began talking, he told us a few things and then I asked him if there was anything he needed help with, he said yes, there were two dildos down at his club he needed taken care of. We asked for names and descriptions, he gave them to us, and offered if we wanted to feed at his club that we were welcome, within reason of course. I agreed, as I believe everyone else did, at this point I stopped paying too much attention as I finally had something to hunt. The group and Romario parted ways, but on my way out I couldn’t help notice Natalja sitting in the corner with her knees to her chest. In some ways I wanted to run and pick her brain like a child seeing their hero, another part of me screamed to go nowhere near her and just run. In the end my curiosity overtook me and the following conversation went something like this.

“Hi, I’m dumb.” Jakob
“…”Natalja
“I’m dumber” Jakob
“…”Natalja
“See ya around. I’m still dumb. ”Jakob
“…” Natalja.

I decided to jet after that fiasco and head to Romario’s club. The other guys agreed and off we went. I drove my bike, while the other three piled into a rust bucket of an old Dodge Dart. It was quick, we got there and I pulled my bike up onto the sidewalk. I picked out the two vampires fairly quickly, they smelled. One was dressed in a fucking cape, A CAPE. The other looked as if he was Shakespeare’s bastard son. It was all quite amusing until the three came up from behind me and began arguing over “little vampires and Ghouls” It would have been quite funny had the two not then gone into the club. I said “Fuck it” and just tried to walk through the door, the two bouncers, one being the “Little vampire” that Phillip had mentioned started asking questions, I told him he were sent by Romario, he didn’t believe me, the I showed him Vance’s card that didn’t really convince him either, so then I threatened to rip his spine out of his body and proceed to reinsert it through his colon. He let us go then. It took short work to find the two giant douche nozzles, dressed like 18th century “Lords of the night” we watched them, and stalked them for most of the night, they were entertaining two women who looked as if they were just creped out enough to be turned on. They decided to leave with the two men, we followed. They took them behind the alley, they were sloppy, instead of each going at it at the same time, cape boy went first, the girl screamed. It was just altogether too much for me to handle, these idiots first of all announcing to the world they were vampires, the second they just messily ate, third they had been told to not come back, yet here they were. I rushed and grabbed the feeding vampire by his head; the push of my hand slammed him into the ground without much fuss. Phillip grabbed the Victorian boy and sliced the other vampire, just long enough for the girl to get away, they were both running now. Derek puffed out his chest and looked as if he was posing for a painting, the girls ran straight by him. It was awkward. Isaiah ran to the end of the alley way, he was smart and posted a look out. It wasn’t going as well as I hoped, but at least I had the one vampire on the ground. The vampire that I had tossed stood back up, the one Phillip had cut hissed at him like some feral cat. I punched the vampire in front of me; I could feel the bone beneath my fist crunch as I connected. He reeled back like a little bitch before he turned to run, I grabbed his cape and jerked him down, and then tried to use the trick Nash had shown me about scaring kindred. It apparently didn’t work as he just kind of hissed back. I told the guy lying on the ground that if he didn’t move I wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t listen so I planted a boot on his face. Phillip buried the blade of the knife into the guys heart, it was well done, then managed to kind of wiggle the blade around, the guy managed to get off a punch before Phillip told him to take his friend and get the fuck out of here and never come back. The guy looked scared shitless and bailed with his buddy down the alley, about this time Derek ran by us yelling “Cops, it’s time to go.” They all bolted pretty fast, I on the other hand waited, unsure. I could feel it, welling up inside me, the urge to fight, the need to fight. The stutter was long enough, by the time I’d turned the corner of the alley, and the cops saw me. I saw them too though, and the girls with them, an empty alley with a fleeting body, other than that nothing to find. The guys piled into the car quickly before I jumped on my bike, yelled “FUCK YOU OINKERS” as I drove by on my bike and proceeded to the park. We met up and went through the events, Isaiah had managed to tell the cops to walk the other way, and they’d looped back around to Derek’s side of the alley and met up with the two girls. All in all it’d gone well…

Jul 10, 1985

The night started like any other, I awoke to Nash scribbling in his journal and thumbing through books already. His fervor was impressive and I began to wonder if he ever actually slept. Maybe he didn’t, maybe he was able to fight off the “Day-sleep” and continue researching. That’d be something I’d like to learn, the ability to continue researching through the day might become useful if his experiments continued exhibiting the current state of change they were in. They’d smashed up the two cunt twins that fancied themselves the “Lords of the Night” the evening before and I guess that we should run over to the La Muerte to talk to Romario. The phone rings, I answer, taking a look at my pale and rough skin before I pick up the phone. “Hello” it’s Phillip on the other end, after a brief conversation I find out that Derek is looking for a place for us to stay, and Isiah has skipped town on some “mission”. That’s all the information I’m given, Phillip seems to be fine with this, but it just doesn’t sit right with me, a subject lost is just that, a chance to witness change up close and personal lost. Phillip brings up Romario, I agree to meet him at the club, we hang up. Nash is still studying some ancient text, I should really grab him something some day. He is a good teacher, already taught me two coils, and I’m assuming I’m a good student. I know he’d like me to stay cooped up with him all night researching, but I’m glad he hasn’t tried to force me to yet.

So I jump on my bike and haul ass to the “Muerte”, me and Phil meet up, we notice a rather odd looking kindred standing in line. Straight immigrant, you can tell by the shirt, either he’s an immigrant or a tourist, and seeing as most kindred don’t tend to travel much. He must, be newly embraced as he’s waiting with kine to enter the club. I make a mental note of him, but nothing more, Phillip seems to be checking him out a bit more. We walk up to the bouncer who immediately recognizes me, he shifts out of the way quickly, I nod and say “Thank you.” No reason to be angry, he gave me respect, so in turn no reason to mutilate him. We walk into the hazy club, the post-punk music is blaring and is quite annoying, synthesizers are bleeding through poorly played instruments and all together just grate on my nerves, haven’t these kids found something better to listen to yet. It wasn’t ten years ago that Hendrix would have been ripping it up, or better yet, Dylan would have been whining about the war. At least back then they had some purpose, some soul to the music, “hmph, soul.” that’s a hoot, do I even have one of those any more? I find what looks like the VIP section, a winding stair case that goes up to a private room, a black clad bouncer stands there watching the crowd, his clipboard in his other hand. Phillip and I walk up to the guy,

“Romario here?” I ask
“Name.” he states
“JD” I say simply
“Jakob Doukas?”
“Yeah” I reply.
The bouncer looks at Phillip “Name.”
“He’s with me.” I quickly cut in before Phillip can say anything.
The bouncer nods us to head up stairs.

We ascend the stairs quickly, I’m getting kind of excited, on our first night we’d already taken care of some problems for a fairly prominent kindred, with deep ties into Vance’s camp. Things were going well, until I saw Romario. The grimace on his face tells me everything I need to know, the thought of turning around quickly and heading back down the stairs crosses my mind but I decide to continue. There are a few other kindred in the room, but none that give off the “I want to eat you” vibe that Romario does, before we can speak he flies across the room, his hand wraps around my neck, and I can feel the cold chill of dead flesh against my own. He goes on to say something about us “Fucking things up, that we took it to far, and now have the Daeva Primogen pissed at him.” Sadly all I can think about is wanting to rip his heart out of his chest. I try to make amends by telling him if there is anything we can do to help, we’d be glad to. He spouts something off about how he now has to let the two douche bags back in the club to appease the Primogen. He tells us to get lost, that he’ll let us know if there is anything we can do to make it up to him, something tells me that he’s actually a little happy about this, because now he has a reason to think we are in his pocket. Me and Phillip get out of there and head back down stairs, the first thing we notice is the immigrant kindred fake sipping a beer and pouring it on the ground. “What the fuck does this guy think he is?” I can’t stand the recently embraced, at least Phil has come to terms with his curse, this guy seems to think he can pass for kine, why would you even want to, the scum don’t need to think we are one of them. All they need to know, is we are the things that go bump in the night. I watch as Phil walks over to the guy, spouts off and drops some cocktail napkins on the spilled beer. For a few seconds that talk and I can feel Phil getting angry, who knows what the wet-back said, but now I’ve got to go grab Phil because shits about to hit the fan. I reach the pair and the first thing that comes out of that cunt’s mouth is “Gentlemen…” Seriously? I can’t even remember what I said now, but I grabbed Phil and hauled him away, ask him what that was about and what he’d like to do now? Phil comes up with this hair brained scheme to stick around and stake out the fucking place. He keeps saying something about a bad feeling that he got from that guy. Fuck it, I try to dissuade Phil, but only halfheartedly as I really had nothing better to do, wasn’t that hungry and it was still pretty early. Phil and I talked a bit, but mostly watched the front door from his car, after about an hour and a half I finally got tired of waiting. Phil decides, let’s go look around the back alley, “Sure Phil, let’s do that, let’s go right back to the seen of the crime that we just got done with the night before bashing some one’s head in and stabbing them. Sounds great.” I’ve got to stop hanging around with Phil.

So we head around the back alley way, we see the vampire from before sneaking around the back of the alley, along with a couple making out. The dildo decides to light up a cigar, everything about this guy screams at me to just rip him apart. Although the fact that he held his head way to far back to light the cigar was amusing. Then he calls me a “cunt” the rest of what he said was lost on me as I had to physically fight back the urge to rip his filthy little head off, “I want to shove that cigar up your ass and watch you burn from the inside out.” is all I could manage through gritted teeth. He and Phil chatted for a few moments while I tried my best not to let the beast go, it was in this rage that I looked past the kindred to the back door, a group of guys were heading in the club, Phil quickly spouted off “Ssssh, What the fuck was that? 4 guys wearing rabbit masks and holding sub machine guns just rolled into the club.” Ramsay bolted to the guy that was standing outside, ripped his gun out of his hand and began to feed from him, as he did I jetted to the door, I could hear Phil trying to keep up and failing. I ripped open the door, and the three that had entered were already shooting up the place, the falling bodies were screaming as the crowd tried to exit through a portal that just wasn’t big enough. The spent shells hit the ground permeating the crescendo of screams with the “Tink, tink, tink.” of the spent brass hitting the glass floor. I charged into the first guy and slammed my fist into his face, the sound of crunching bones and a wet thud stopped his gun from firing for a few seconds, he let loose a burst from the surprise, I took three rounds into my shoulder that just pushed it back slightly. I saw Phil dart away out of the corner of my eye and land on his side, just as the other guy in the rabbit mask peered at him. I could see his finger going towards the trigger before his chest was ripped open by a hail of gunfire from the door way, I assumed it was the cigar smoking kindred. The two rabbit men that weren’t directly in front of me managed to get a couple shots off, I think Phil got hit, but who knows, we heal quick now. I ripped the gun away from the dumb ass that shot me and turned it on him, he managed to hit me in the stomach, but the blow was so weak it skidded off before I pointed the gun at his knees and squeezed the trigger. Ramsay decided to blast past me and sink his knife into the only uninjured guy left. Phil slid his knife into his douche and watched as the life fled from his eyes. Phil was visibly shaken for a moment before he composed himself. I watched the guy’s legs disappear in the hail of bullets from the sub machine gun I was holding, he bled out quicker than I wanted but he was taken care of none the less. I looked around and all the guys had been dealt with, Romario decided to appear finally, like a rat jumping out of his hole after all the danger was gone. He looked furious and went around to each guy jerking them about before looking at us, “WHAT THE FUCK?” he screamed, we told him the guys headed in and we intervened as quickly as we could, Ramsay spoke up and mentioned a still breathing one in the dumpster.

Romario bolted outside, and into the dumpster, I followed quickly, Phil and Ramsay were a little slower, the both seemed to be going through some internal shit. Honestly I was happy to be back outside, the smell of cordite and blood brought back memories from when I was alive I’d still prefer not to remember. I got outside in time to see the limp body land on the alley way, and Romario bite himself to feed the sorry shit. The blood slid past his lips, after a few seconds he awoke, the color returned to his face. Romario tried to question him, to no avail, so Romario did what I probably would have done and began to beat the ever loving shit out of him, his face was indistinguishable by the time Ramsay got outside. Ramsay struggled with what to say for a second, he couldn’t get over the innate sense of death that Romario was extruding. He finally over came his fear and asked if he could have a shot. Romario didn’t seem to want to but took a deep breath and stood up, his foot sunk into the guys ribs as he walked away, a final kick to the now bleeding guy. Ramsay pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to the guy, a picture from what I could tell, talked a little bit more and then chewed up the picture, it was amusing to watch, that was for sure. As he spoke I began to be able to tell the guy was a Ghoul, how I missed it the first time, who knows, maybe I was to preoccupied with the gun shots. I heard Ramsay saying that if he didn’t talk to him then we would destroy him, which wasn’t far from the truth. The guy pointed to Romario, “He fucked up, pissed the wrong people off.” awesome I thought, this is about last night. When Ramsay was satisfied he’d get nothing else out of him he pushed him back in the dumpster. Romario asked us “What should I do with him?” Ramsay spoke up “You could use him to send a message, kill him or let him live.” I spoke up with the ability to enslave him to Romario, Phil was dead set on not killing him, although I’m pretty sure what happened next was not what Phil had in mind.

Romario produced a curved knife, later Phil would tell me it’s a Kukri, some middle-eastern knife. “Get the fuck.” Romario told me, so I went to the dumpster and jerked him out. I marched the stumbling ghoul in front of Romario and kicked him in the back of his knees. He fell to his knees with a harsh thud as I grabbed both of his arms and placed my knee into his back. For a second I thought Romario was going to slice his throat, but Phil and Ramsay spoke up, almost pleading with Romario not to kill him. “SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Romario yelled, a sick grin crossed his face as it seemed an idea popped into his head. “Hold his arms.” he looked at Phil, I was trying to keep Phil out of it, but obviously Romario had other plans, I grasped one of his arms and Phil tightly squeezed the other, the sudden chop of the kukri was hard to follow, the amount of blood was hard to resist, the sickly iron smell filled my nostrils, and I was excited for a brief moment before it sunk in what Romario had planned. The guy screamed, “Shut him up.” Romario said, I wrapped my fore arm around his mouth and squeezed his jaw just as I held the still intact arm. Phil had already with drawn and only watched in horror as Romario lopped the other arm off. The guy quickly exsanguinated lying in the alley way. Romario knelt down and embraced the stupid fool, the body sat there in silence for a few moments, Romario bade me to go grab one of the bodies, I quickly grabbed the guy I’d blown the legs off of, the lack of blood in the corpse is why I picked it, I wondered what would happen, what type of change would take place if a newly embraced vampire were only barely allowed to feed. The racking body opened his eyes and rolled over, he scrambled to the lifeless corpse of his friend and fed for the first time. “Go to your master, tell him no peace, only war.” the new vampire ran from the alley way and into the night. I wonder if he’ll get there, what will happen after that, will he be killed, as a mercy, will he be taken care of by his former master, better yet, will he even make it before sunrise.

Romario then looked around, he sheathed the kukri and told all of us he’d like us to work together, for him. That he’d reward us for the services, he wanted Ramsay to investigate the incident, and for us to do something about it once we found out who was behind it all, in all honesty, the two choices we really had were the Invictus and Martin, or the Daeva Primogen, either way, this was a tall order, and one I was more than happy to fill. Ramsay spouted something about not picking sides and staying on the fence, but that he’d be a mercenary, I doubt he really knew what that meant, I doubted he had the stones to be a real mercenary. No fear would probably keep him in check, as it did most. We all agreed and Romario went back into the club, as you would know it, Derek managed to call the club at the perfect time, some bouncer came out and called us a bozo. Sadly I had to fight the urge once again to murder the little fuck, they really needed to learn some manners, I took the phone from him and told him to “Fuck off”. “Hello, found a place, (address).” Derek said, “Cool, we’ll be there shortly.” So we left, I rode my bike and Phil and Ramsay drove their cars respectively. We arrived at the penthouse suite, it was nice, spartan, but nice. The code to get into the building and then another to enter their floor was especially nice. It had four rooms and a den, all the windows were covered in painted wood to match the walls, and white curtains almost made it look like it belonged. It was however on the edge of town, which might make things a bit inconvenient, but we’d cross that bridge when we came to it. We all kind of said our good byes, Ramsay thanked us for our hospitality, the only act of decency in the entire night, he denied the want to stay there an returned to his own haven. Will also decided to return to his own haven for the evening, that way he could gather some of his things and return the following night. I called Nash, to let him know I’d be moving out, he told me that he expected my return every week for my studies, I told him “Of course.” I also mentioned my new subjects. We hung up after that, there never seemed to be any kind of cordial remarks, just solid facts and points, I began to wonder if being couped up in his haven for so long was finally getting to him. I went for a bite to eat after every one left, nabbed a mutt for dinner and drained him of blood, the little dog died in my arms, I tossed the carcass into the local sewage drain and assumed the water would be swift enough to carry him. He’d be decomposed by the time any one found him. I snatched the collar off his body and threw it in the first trash can I saw before heading back to the new haven where I slumbered off into dreamless sleep…

Jul 11, 1985

I just healed up the giant hole in my abdomen from last night, good thing I’m already dead…
The night to remember, I thought our little sortie with the two “Lords of the Night” were the worst to come. I was wrong, it started out horribly, and just got worse, I woke up around midnight, no one was in the new Haven that Derek had procured for us. I walked down stairs in time to see the cops coming up the road, lights and sirens blaring, Derek just calmly walked away, I slipped into the bushes and almost laughed as Phil jumped into them beside me. The pig stopped and looked at Phil’s car, I glared at him as the cop walked up to Derek. They conversed for a few minutes before the cop drove his car to the local sports bar. I stepped out of the bushes and asked Phil what was going on? He said something about his daughter and then loaded his shit into the apartment and emptied his car. Then the cops came back, Phil dived into the bushes again, this time I didn’t feel like moving. Stupid fucking cop wants to mess with the bull, he’ll get the horns. Derek walked inside as I stood their waiting. I’m a horrible liar. I did the face, the one were it stretches my eyes, and my jaw kind of unhinges and stretches into and other worldly maw, my eyes seem to turn a deep black. It’s really unnerving, even for me to think about. Any way, he ran, and I followed. I knew I wanted to feed, I wanted to taste the fear in his blood and I did. We let him go, the next few things were a blur, we fought in the sports bar, Derek did something to some old guy. Then we ran, I had a shotgun, I hid it, so we have a shotgun now. We circled back around to the house, cops were out in force it seemed, but we made it back to the house. I jumped on my bike and drove to Nash’s place. The others said they were going to the boulevard? I can’t really remember, I went to Nash, said hi. Grabbed some things and then drove back home. The guys were gone so I threw the stuff I had upstairs in my room.

Then to the boardwalk, I drove for a little while and managed to catch eye of the cops giving chase to a car, low and behold it was Phil’s, “Fuck” is all I thought as I weaved in front of the cop car to try and give Phil some space to get away. The cop flipped me off, I just threw the finger up back at him and noticed Phil had turned into a dark alley. The cop sped off so I flipped a bitch and drove up to Phil’s car. We talked for a few seconds and then I woke up in front of some bitch, some ass clown holding me down. Later Phil and Derek would explain it as me and Derek all of a sudden WANTED to go to the Police Department. The rage that filled my throat was barely containable, the stupid bitch ripped one of my fangs out. That was her first mistake, her next was slicing into me with those bitch nails of hers, her third was shoving her hand through my abdomen, her fourth was not killing me when she had the chance. She’s now on my list. “I could have ended you, but I have grace. Let this serve a lesson to you.” that’s what she said, just wait, grace has no place in the unlife, and I will show her that, I will bring my vengeance upon her, it shall feel as if God himself has taken notice of the insignificant cunt. She had her three strikes, and managed to swing and miss all three times. Yes, I will hear her scream and cry out for the final death before I show her “Grace” before I show her mercy, the final requiem ending death shall be a welcome escape to the torment I shall bring her. I stumbled out of the police station, Phil was already there, Derek was unscathed, good. The plan worked then, all her aggression was taken out on me. We went home…

Jul 12, 1985

I woke up, the hole in my abdomen was healing, but the slicing wounds across my chest and face hadn’t, and my fang still hadn’t grown back. Derek took us to a ghetto where the enemies to his gang ran. Two ass clowns were slinging crack on a porch, Derek stared them down and Phil who all of a sudden blossomed into this smooth talking, violence handling person who managed to pull one of them away. While I snuck out of the car and circled around behind the other gang-banger, It was over before he even knew what happened, I drank deeply from his neck while Derek drank from his wrist. Phil came back dragging the other guy as we sat them up on the porch. Each looked as if they’d need an ambulance. I personally didn’t care, and thought more than once about draining them completely, however I did not. We drove away back to the house, it was getting close to daylight and we needed to get home. I knew I’d be hungry when I awoke, but we were just out of time. So I fell into my dreamless sleep, tired and ready to exact my revenge on the two dead cunts that plagued my existence with their own.

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