Blood ✝ Neon

Chapter Two, Prelude
From 1985 to 1986

Chapter One ended with the death of Romario Moreno, Fat Patrick, and Jakob Doukas (J.D) at the hands of our coterie.

Romario’s death and the splintering of Fat Patrick’s Fatboys gang have proven to be major losses for the Vance and the Moretti Gang, and Benedict Martin and the Invictus have reaped many victories this past year. However, there are rumors that Moretti has a new enforcer, though he is keeping quiet about it.

Fat Patrick’s death has also affected the Blue Arrows, who were helping the Fatboys move crack and cocaine through the city. With less funding, meaning less firepower, they have had substantial losses, and the Cloud Nines have taken over many of their territories.

Because they have been discovered as traitors by the Invictus, Hector Rodriguez and childe Christian Cardeso have switched their alliances. Therefore the Miami Classical Art Museum has fallen to the care of Josiah Martinez.

Some new Kindred have arrived in the city over the past year, including a mysterious Gangrel named Sera who has sometimes been seen interacting with Natalja, as well as a Ventrue doctor who goes by Mendolf. They are to soon be acknowledged.

Despite his original plans, Will Fagan, because of current tensions in the city, has decided to remain in the city with his coterie. He and his sire Anne Marsters were rumored to be talking again, though word on the street says that the last time they met together nearly resulted in a violent confrontation. The two have not been seen with each other since.

Recent instabilities in the city have led to many Kindred leaving both the Invictus and Moretti’s gang and joining the Carthian Movement.

Rabbit attacks have occurred fairly frequently, with there having been at least 14 such attacks within the past year alone.

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03 - Night of Horrible Decisions

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 an 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…

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02 - Shoot out at the San La Muerte
Bloodbath...

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.

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01 - Coming Together

June 10, 2013 session 01: Coming Together

Note: [brackets] indicate Derek’s thoughts

Our story begins at the Villa Vizcaya, one of Miami’s Elysium locations, is the chosen place for the presentation of the cities four newest vampires:

- Derek McMillan: Ventrue, childer of Russell Lamond, young leader of a small gang

- Isaiah: Mekhet, childer of Sovereign, academic

- Jakob Doukas: Nosferatu, childer of Priscilla, adopted by Nash, biker badass

- Philip Brooks: Gangrel, childer of Will Fagan, weasel-like information broker

Russell told Derek to dress nice and not to be late for the presentation ceremony at the Villa Vizcaya tonight. However dressing like one of those high society types isn’t a specialty of Dereks and as such the suit he borrowed from Russell was too big, with the pants shoved into his boots and the tie done cock-eyed with an overhand knot; but at least he was early. Walking up the drive way to the Villa (that must have been as long as his whole street) he was granted entry after having his name checked off the list by some well dressed and well armed security guards. As he entered the foyer, whistling at the opulent wealth, he decides to touch some stuff just to see what it’s like.

As Derek is arguing with the foyer guard about whether or not this room will fill with people, the other neonates arrive. One is dressed nice (correctly), one like Derek and the last in a t-shirt and jeans. [How did he get way with a t-shirt and jeans?]

Heading beyond the foyer there is a large open room with some very well dressed kindred who watch the newcomers enter. After a little awkward chit chat about why we are here Natalja, Moretti and Benedict Martin enter from a side door commanding everyone’s attention. The four of us approach, followed by our sires, and individually repeat the three traditions. Then we knelt and were recognized. [Well that was odd, Russell though it was antiquated and I can’t say I disagree]

After the ceremony was over we were wondering what to do. Jakob decided to talk to Natalja [who is scary] and although his bravery for talking with her was commendable the dialog was as awkward as a middle school date.

We then approached Romario Moreno who told us about two vamps, Tom and Dillon which were causing him problems down at his club, the San La Muerte (Saint Death). Since we had nothing better to do with our night we decided to head down to the club, Jakob on his motorcycle and the rest of us in Philips car. Upon arriving we find the two vamps are waiting in line dressed in a ridicules fashion, one is in all black with big boots and a cap [who wears a cape?] the other dressed like an 18th century noble man.

Jokob wants to attack and kill the two of them right in line outside the club. Derek is trying to convince him that’s a terrible idea [because it is] and while we are arguing the two vamps head into the club [damn it!]. We are way to cool to stand in line to wait so we just approach the bouncer (who is a ghoul) and start trying to convince him to let us in; talking all at once [we’re going to need some coordination]. Jakob just plays up his badass-ery and intimidates the bouncer who decides to just let us in [he can be a scary mother fucker].

Once inside we scope out the place and locate Tom and Dillon [seriously, who dresses like that? These two deserved to be punched] chatting up some less than interested girls. Jakob wants to kill them right in the middle of the club [yeah, he doesn’t think things through] but Derek convinces him that a crowded room with hundreds of witnesses isn’t a good place and that shadowing them is a better plan. After Tom and Dillon breach the masquerade over and over by telling every girl they are vampires [and scary lords of the night ooooo, psh] they manage to pick up two girls and we follow them all out into a dark alley that’s perfect for making out or having a snack.

As we watch them [no one is doing anything crazy, I’m looking at you Jakob] one of the girls see’s Tom’s fangs bite into his girls neck but before she can react Dillon bites her [well shit, no one was going to believe them about actually being vampires but now…].

Jakob attacks the one slamming him into the wall [double fuck!]. Philip joins the fight as the girls run off screaming [this is going well… (sarcasm)]. As Tom, Dillon, Jakob, and Philip fight Isaiah runs to one end of the alley, notice’s some police officers on their beat, and convinces them to leave [that must have been one hell of a good argument]. Derek tries to use Majesty to calm the girls and fails. As Jakob curb stomps the one vamp [ok, now that is some really bad ass shit] and Philip stabs the other with a knife, Derek runs to the other end of the alley and finds the two girls and a pair of police officers (same ones Isaiah talked to) heading for the alley [damn it Jakob! you just couldn’t wait could you]. Running back down the alley calling “cops cops, it’s time to go” Derek and the rest of us run off. Fortunately we escape.

Since it’s approaching sunup, we leave it with plans to call each other the next night and we all head to our separate havens.

OOC: We decided to combine out haven as size 3, security 2

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00 - Prelude, Derek

June 10, 2013 session 00: Prelude, Derek

It’s been a rough week for Derek McMillan’s friends the Leibowitz as their daughter Lisa leukemia condition continues to worsen; she desperately needs a bone marrow transplant. As Tracy Leibowitz turn to friends for help, the family all failing the compatible donor test, only Derek has the genetics to help. While passes along the dark streets to the hospital he is attacked by any incredibly strong, fast and quite well dressed man who bites into his neck. Dereks body betrays him, refusing to struggle, as everything slowly fads to black.

Pain like Derek has never felt before snaps him suddenly awake; then an unbelievable hungry consumes him. As his eyes search the room, the light upon a body half out of a body bag on a metal table and as instinct take control Derek bites into the body and drinks. Only after the last drop does his conscious mind reassert control, and he notices the body is that of Lisa Leibowitz.

A voice, the man from the street, introduces himself as Russell Lamond and explains how this bastardly act was necessary to drive the cold hard reality home; you are no longer human, you are a monster.

Over the next year Russell acts as good friend and mentor to Derek. He teaches him about vampirism and kindred society, and does his best to make up for that first rough meeting.

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