Wolk
The howny wabbit
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OOC: This SRP is based heavily on the world and plot of Vampires: The Masquerade - Bloodlines, although it is not an identical rip-off. As authors of this SRP both I and my co-writer can and will change some aspects of the world. The title mentioned above is just an inspiration for this. So, what I'm saying is, if you are one of the numerous fans of White Wolf universe out there and you find a percieved inconsistency with the 'official' version in this SRP, please don't come screaming to us about it. We are here to have fun, not to argue over specifics.
Enjoy.

IC:
I am a vampire. What an odd thing to say. I know most will not believe me. The Masquerade works quite well after all. Then again, what does it matter if anyone believes it. I do not intend for this script to fall into the hands of Kine, of those who are not in on the secret of Kindred's existence, of those who walk the earth like sheep, unaware of the wolves' existence.
It started a long time ago. I was sneaking into a Santa Monica clinic, looking to buy or snatch a few refregirated bags from its blood bank. Those store so well in my fridge. I would say they are the equivalent of human tincans. You just open one up when you don't want to bother with cooking, or in my case, hunting.
I heard moans coming from one of the rooms I snuck by. They were horrible, really. I have seen people die, die slowly, die painfully, but I've never seen or heard anything like this. I went in to investigate, knowing I could always claim I was a visitor, who mistook the room number. There on the bed she was, still conscious, but obviously dieing. Horrible wounds made her beautiful body into a gory nightmare, a sea of blood splattered against her white skin. Her eyes were open and in them I could see she felt every agonizing moment.
You have no right to judge me for what I did then. You haven't been there. You haven't seen her suffer, life flowing out of her drop by drop and her mind slowly wilting away without the body's support. I slid my sharp nail over the vein on my wrist and held it to her crying mouth. I felt her suckle on it instinctively, drawing the Kindred blood out of my vein. It spread through her body like a wildfire, filling her with strength, starting to heal her wounds, killing the pain, making her feel pleasure that only a precious few humans ever get to feel. The high brought on by Kindred blood, the power, the sense of being on top of the world. I had to pull my wrist from her hungry grip and she blinked, looking around confused.
"What... what did you do?" She had a lovely voice.
"I just took away the pain." I lied. "Rest. You'll be fine now."
"No, you did something... I kissed your wrist... and... who are you?"
I only shook my head in response: "Sleep."
I ran my hand along her fiery hair and smiled, then walked out of the room. I thought this would be the end of it, but it wasn't.
A week later I ran into her in LA. Of course it wasn't just a coinsidence. She was stalking me. Seeing that she was finally discovered, she came to me, nervous to the point of shaking.
"You saved my life..." She said.
"I did nothing. Go home." I started turning to walk away. She was a mortal and I was obliged to keep the Masquerade and do what I could to keep the existance of us Kindred a secret, but she grabbed my arm into a desperate hold, pressing it between her big, young breasts. She looked at me with such eyes and her voice was pleading desperately.
"No, please! Don't go! I want to feel... feel that way again. Please let me stay with you!"
I looked at her and just couldn't find the strength to say an outright no. I know, I should have. I was drawing the girl into the life of the night. If she stayed with me, the dangers that followed me would shadow her as well. Fanatics, vampire hunters, rival clans of Kindred, the list goes on.
"Why should I let you stay?" Was about as close to a refusal as I could manage, but it only gave her the opportunity to say more.
"I'll do anything for you! You will not be disappointed... master. I want to be useful to you! I'll do anything you say!"
I surrendered: "Fine. Go and wait for me at my place." When she heard it, her pretty face lit up as if she felt the happiest she has ever been.
"Thank you! Oh, thank you! I know where you live. I... I found it out first thing." She smiled embarrassed slightly and I shook my head in disbelief, realizing how deep her ghoulish obsession was. Compared to Kindred blood, cocaine was not addictive at all.
"Do that." I said. "And make the place look nice while you're at it."
I walked off, not knowing what to feel, although I must say as time went I began enjoying the situation more and more. She was a beautiful girl and her passionate dedication to me was pleasant. By the time I returned to my appartment I had few regrets left about what I've done.
Enjoy.

IC:
I am a vampire. What an odd thing to say. I know most will not believe me. The Masquerade works quite well after all. Then again, what does it matter if anyone believes it. I do not intend for this script to fall into the hands of Kine, of those who are not in on the secret of Kindred's existence, of those who walk the earth like sheep, unaware of the wolves' existence.
It started a long time ago. I was sneaking into a Santa Monica clinic, looking to buy or snatch a few refregirated bags from its blood bank. Those store so well in my fridge. I would say they are the equivalent of human tincans. You just open one up when you don't want to bother with cooking, or in my case, hunting.
I heard moans coming from one of the rooms I snuck by. They were horrible, really. I have seen people die, die slowly, die painfully, but I've never seen or heard anything like this. I went in to investigate, knowing I could always claim I was a visitor, who mistook the room number. There on the bed she was, still conscious, but obviously dieing. Horrible wounds made her beautiful body into a gory nightmare, a sea of blood splattered against her white skin. Her eyes were open and in them I could see she felt every agonizing moment.
You have no right to judge me for what I did then. You haven't been there. You haven't seen her suffer, life flowing out of her drop by drop and her mind slowly wilting away without the body's support. I slid my sharp nail over the vein on my wrist and held it to her crying mouth. I felt her suckle on it instinctively, drawing the Kindred blood out of my vein. It spread through her body like a wildfire, filling her with strength, starting to heal her wounds, killing the pain, making her feel pleasure that only a precious few humans ever get to feel. The high brought on by Kindred blood, the power, the sense of being on top of the world. I had to pull my wrist from her hungry grip and she blinked, looking around confused.
"What... what did you do?" She had a lovely voice.
"I just took away the pain." I lied. "Rest. You'll be fine now."
"No, you did something... I kissed your wrist... and... who are you?"
I only shook my head in response: "Sleep."
I ran my hand along her fiery hair and smiled, then walked out of the room. I thought this would be the end of it, but it wasn't.
A week later I ran into her in LA. Of course it wasn't just a coinsidence. She was stalking me. Seeing that she was finally discovered, she came to me, nervous to the point of shaking.
"You saved my life..." She said.
"I did nothing. Go home." I started turning to walk away. She was a mortal and I was obliged to keep the Masquerade and do what I could to keep the existance of us Kindred a secret, but she grabbed my arm into a desperate hold, pressing it between her big, young breasts. She looked at me with such eyes and her voice was pleading desperately.
"No, please! Don't go! I want to feel... feel that way again. Please let me stay with you!"
I looked at her and just couldn't find the strength to say an outright no. I know, I should have. I was drawing the girl into the life of the night. If she stayed with me, the dangers that followed me would shadow her as well. Fanatics, vampire hunters, rival clans of Kindred, the list goes on.
"Why should I let you stay?" Was about as close to a refusal as I could manage, but it only gave her the opportunity to say more.
"I'll do anything for you! You will not be disappointed... master. I want to be useful to you! I'll do anything you say!"
I surrendered: "Fine. Go and wait for me at my place." When she heard it, her pretty face lit up as if she felt the happiest she has ever been.
"Thank you! Oh, thank you! I know where you live. I... I found it out first thing." She smiled embarrassed slightly and I shook my head in disbelief, realizing how deep her ghoulish obsession was. Compared to Kindred blood, cocaine was not addictive at all.
"Do that." I said. "And make the place look nice while you're at it."
I walked off, not knowing what to feel, although I must say as time went I began enjoying the situation more and more. She was a beautiful girl and her passionate dedication to me was pleasant. By the time I returned to my appartment I had few regrets left about what I've done.