V;tm — The Malkavian Clan

[StarXChyld]

OOC: There really is no proper way to introduce our newest clan and their Primogen. . .

No! I mean it! There's no way to even try and explain this to you.

So I won't. Instead I'll let her put it in her own words. The thread's all yours, Felo. . .

::winces and runs off to find the asprin::

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Music thrummed through the entire building. It was nearly impossible to tell if the vibrations running through Felonius' body were because of the speakers or the shaking of the foundations. Techno filled her ears to the point of bursting, her body writhing and twisting to the beat.

Her unfortunate greeter, Bob of the leering grin but pleasing figure once unwrapped, hung unconcious from a pair of manacles set into the wall. Blood had long ago dried onto his chest, though his ears had been protected with a pair of little yellow foamy bits.

Felonius was enjoying herself to the hilt. Never before had she had such freedom to do as she pleased, it was intoxicating. It was a high she had yet to experience so far and was drunk on it. But having experienced the euphoria's of others knew that this was a momentary buzz that would leave her with little energy for anything but the pursuit of more.

Sigh, the beauty of addiction fading in her mind's eye as she reluctantly turned the music down and began to clean Bob of his ordeal. She rather liked him now that her sour mood had been exercised and he wasn't talking. It would be amusing to see the turn that his sanity would take if she allowed him to think for himself. But that was not for him.

The music much softer now she spent great care in examining him for wounds. Reopening each one with expert flicks of her nails only to lick them into nonexistence. Once she was satisfied that he was once more whole of body she set about making sure he knew the rules.

Her ministrations had half awakened him already, such that when she purred his name his eyes fluttered awake. Still bound to the wall his chocolate eyes looked at her with a mixture of fear and arousal. His mouth opened to speak but she placed a finger gently upon his lips. Then she began to unshackle him.

Staring into his eyes she found and grabbed his mind, forcing it to her will. Forget the pain. Forget the fear. Remember only the pleasure, the years of built up longing, and how at the end of it all I had let you slip your bonds and take me as you would.

Lies filled his eyes with new passion, the fear abating completely.
Again he opened his mouth.

"Sorry sweets, I have things I need to get done. Don't worry I'll be back." Placing emphasis on don't worry she turns without a backward glance and disappears down the stairs.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

OOC:

Malkavians being the least obviously organized of clans won't have a set meeting place. Unless someone else joins and has a cool idea for a meeting place. Contacting Felonius will be done mainly through voicemail and cellphone. At this point, unless otherwise stated, I will assume that there have been messages alerting me to the Primogen meeting already on voicemail including the location and directions. The prince would have been sent information on how to contact Felonious and that her arrival date was nigh.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Felonius is in her car once more. This time she is perusing a battered and outdated day planner. Her official letters should have arrived already, as far as she knew everything was going according to plan. Now all that remained was the formal meeting with the Prince and everything would be ready.

Flipping to the back she finds a note from Siren:

Contact Info
VP 555-435-2034

Be sure to call to let them know you are here.

S

Ick. Oh well, here goes nothing. Felonius dials the number.

"To whom it may concern, Felonius Artifice has arrived and is reporting for duty."

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Felonius then proceeds to the Tremere Chantry.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Sleeping

Felonious stares out the window of her car. Offspring is playing Gotta Get Away loudly from the stereo for the third time, but there wasn't anyone in the empty mall parking lot to hear it. The guards had been persuaded not to come back. Felonious had been drifting through the clouds of voices in her head, something was nagging at her. Whispering, chittering, demanding her attention.

"...ciamalicciamalicciamalicciamal...." Someone else had come to play. Felonious smirked, a sudden jerking twist of lips, this could prove to be quite amusing.

Genocide, Something to Believe, and Come out and Play pass by.

Felonious' mind slowly shifts gears, trying to put the pieces together as she had been before the calling had become so strong. She remembered being thrown against the wall, and begining her punishment with the scrumptious little ghoul. Her memories faded, as always, nearly as soon as she started though. It was quite frustrating to know that you had not only managed to gain passage to the most dangerous territory in the known area with out a scratch, done something scrumptiously evil, and couldn't remember a single detail of the good parts. Well that was, after all, why she didn't talk about her pranks. She only kept the pictures as proof for her failing mind.

But now that she'd been in once she could probably get in again. And oh the fun to be had now that punishment had been summoned. Now it was time to plot the next round for our precious ghoul, somewhere away from her darling master. Somewhere where they could be alone together. Felonious didn't think too much of the details, she just simmered with vague thoughts of leather whips, shackles, raucous music. Felonious bites her lower lip lightly imagining drawing out soft kisses all along the ghoul's spine until she shivered with excitement. She felt a delicious wave of pleasure wafting vaguely through her chest and neck. It was amazing what an appetite she had considering all the bounty she had partaken of.

Sometime before sunrise, just as the barest glimmers of light could be seen along the horizon, Felonious turns the music off and slips into the back seat. Popping one of the seats forward, she creeps into the darkness, closing it afterwards.

A nest of high quality faux-fur and cashmeire blankets awaited her in the darkness. With practised ease she slips out of her clothes and into the cold padding. She bumps into the cold metal of a vibrator and pulls it to her chest. Searching conciously this time, she finds her ratty old lion stuffed animal. She pulls both vibrator and stuffed animal to her chest, curling up around them like a little girl trying not to be scared of the dark. It was now that her thoughts turned to the man, she tried to recall exactly what he had looked like. She couldn't recall his face, but his aura had radiated a brooding, calculating personality. Idly she flicked the vibrator on and off. It purred a welcome and comforting sound. She bit her lip hard enough to pierce it, a single taste of copper and it was healed. She had just the slightest worry that he might be angry with her afterwards... but none of the others had. It had been a long time since she'd felt that way about any man or woman. They had always been transient meat to quench her hunger. But despite of her hesitation she was drawn towards him, a chord had been struck so deep inside that she couldn't quite recognize what it was.

She needed to clear her mind from him, she had things to do. The malkavian's couldn't be forced to be the scape-goat for that killing. She needed to focus. She needed to be the zen master.

She needed to get laid.

With dawn weighing so heavily upon her she reached for a set of head phones, in an attempt to lull her mind from the unease she felt she played chopin. A rarity. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

All through the day her thoughts swam around him, wondering what his eyes looked like. Wondering what pleasures she had given him, and feeling furious flashes of heat rushing through her.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Watching

The other Felonious watches the world from a distance. It is much like tv she had long since decided, once there had been something to compare it to. She watched as her body went through the motions for going to bed. She listened to the thoughts rushing through the sleeper's head, a slightly louder babble than that of her blood kin.

"Thou arte a fool self, poor pitiful thing innocent of your crimes but none the better for it. Stew in your deathlust, bring us to that final peak of exstacy once to many times. I beg of thee, and do it soon." She hissed, thoughts of corrosive substances floating through her head. She didn't have much time left. She wouldn't be able to keep dreamwalking much longer. Though she could drift completely off if she so desired. But much as she despised the pathetic patterns of her sleeper she remained. She had to see him one last time, even if it was only for a moment. But that was impossible now. She'd be gone before nightfall. Into the abyss of sleep that trapped her within herself. The weight of her years growing ever more difficult. The awakenings never quite long enough to sort through her memories. What had happened to her darling philosopher, who had taken such tender treatment towards them. He'd had such kind eyes.

His eyes were cold iron, a certain murderous glint promising her demise. "Death of hopes and defouler of dreams. Sweetest angel of death, wilst thou place your kiss upon me and have done with it?"

Sleep pulled at her, sucking her into the only other oblivion she knew.

 

[crystalizedjoy]

Salem glanced irritably at the rain dripping on him.. He had just awoken from a sleep that had lasted a few days, and now hunger urged him awake. The man he sought turned a corner, and Salem followed him. The man was a head of a construction company, the same company that had nailed a "to be demolished" sign on his door. bastards.. a sigh of metal being drawn was all the warning the man had, but it wasnt enough. The katana slid cleanly though the man's chest, with no effort at all. Salem dragged him into an abandoned shed and took what he needed. Gorged, Salem emerged, and sniffed at the air. He headed for the local coffe place, to listen to the yuppies blather, and learn what had transpired since he was last active..

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Sleeping

Weird flashes, images, sounds. Dreams plauged her all day. So much so that when the last rays of the sun had left she stayed in the trunk of the car like a sleepy child not yet ready for school.

She hated it when the calling was so strong. At first she thought it was simply a repitition of the first calling and tried fitfully to ignore it. She emerged into the empty car unclothed, reaching from the backseat to turn on the cd player. Oingo Boingo's Insanity filled the car. Holiday shoppers merely ignored this spectacle, their faces grim with marketing induced determination.

Still ignoring the chaotic babble filling her head she threw herself into the music. Singing at the top of her lungs she started to get dressed. Only to find that her clothes had been ripped apart. She laughs a bit recalling that gorgeous little ghoul's face in full detail for a moment before it melted back into a sea of faces. Felonious wasn't terrible concerned at the moment.

She relaxed for a moment the humor of her situation getting to her. "I am a disease and I am unclean." It was then that she finally heard what they were telling her.

Salem was here.

What had someone sent out invitations when she wasn't looking? Not that she minded really, but it would be a whole lot harder to prove the malkavians innocent of that damned hero's death when there was more than just her. Still... Salem was more likely to be male than female and Felonious had had her fill of women at the moment. Which reminded her to visit her little shop keep sometime in the near future.

But first things first, hunger gnawed in her belly. Assuming an appearance of clothing Felonious exits the car, then starts "shopping". For nearly an hour she stood on top of her car watching the throngs of people.

Finally a short blond thing about Felonious' size wearing an unseasonable see-through black midriff top and painted on blue jeans passed by. With relative ease Felonious stalks her prey as the girl headed for the bright and shining bastion of capitalism, still singing slightly under her breath. "...say hello to insanity..."

Felonious catches the girls attention with a soft tap on the shoulder, "Pardon me, but with such beauty as yours I simply cannot resist to ask. Would you please give me a kiss?" Felonious' will wraps around the girl and the two of them enter an odd little divet of the building. It reminded Felonious very much of herding cattle into a coral. She had to wonder just how much architecture had been influenced by her kind.

Once refreshed, dressed and all her toys put out of harms reach Felonious enters the mall to heading for the smoke store. She buys a couple packs of cloves, which she promptly sets to flame and hurries back outside. The chill air sucking away the smells of too many people, perfumes, candles, etc. crammed all together and hating it. She wanders the perimeter of the building, chainsmoking. Three times she passes by a Starbucks Coffee shop each time resisting the urge to stop.

 

[crystalizedjoy]

Salem, perched up on top of the starbucks roof, watched the girl walk past for the third time. He rose his head to sniff at the air, and caught the scent of, what was it. Cloves, ah yes. Mr. Log, one of the incarnations of the voice inside his head, appeared jesus-like on Salem's shoulder. "What is it, Mr. Log. I'm busy pondering the female."

Mr. Log Spoke quietly into Salem's ear for a short while. "Oh," replied Salem, I suppose I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? I'm being terribly impolite." Salem waited till the coast was clear, and lept from the rooftop to the street below. A thud sounded from the impact of his body with the cement, and he sauntered off aroudn the building, following the cloud of cigarette smoke. Salem walked quickly, for it had been some time since his last time with a woman, and the excitement stirred him.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Sleeper

"...the flock has wandered away from me..." For some reason Felonious can't let go of that song tonight. Her voice is soft, almost whispering the words, a soft purring just underneath the jaring yuletide clamore.

She stops to light another clove, staring despondantly at the empty pack. Only one more pack and she hadn't come any closer to a conclusion. She could hardly expect to depend on her blood kin, they would do as each felt right and she could hardly blame them. But she had to find out who they were, if they could be pliable.

"...the man just said so, he said so on tv..."

She'd heard that some were able to see whole people and events and whatnot through the spiderwebs connecting thought to thought to thought. Felonious sucked in a puff of smoke and blew it out with relief, licking the sugar from her lips. Thank Danny Elfman I don't have to worry about that kind of input. But it would have come in handy at the moment.

"...waving his hypnotising finger at me..."

She crushes the pack and throws it absently into a bush.

"...sipping down his gin and tonic..."

She hears just the barest of footsteps before he arrives. Hesitating for an instant on the brink between fear and excitment she turns, a sweetly puzzled frown on her lips.

"...while mentaly fondling his next of kin..?" Her voice rising just the slightest bit in question.

 

[crystalizedjoy]

Salem stood there, listening to her sing. His count told him she must be running out of cigarettes, so she would stop for more.

"Are you she who runs this city?" Salem eyed her carefully, judging her, attempting to predict friend or foe. Mr. Log sat on his shoulder singing The Twelve Days of Christmas, because it irritated Salem. And it did so now.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Felonious sputters into laughter her song forgotten. "Haven't met the big one yet. I will soon, I'm sure." Her eyes rake the boy up and down, her lips twisting into a sour smile. "I am, to my last knowledge, the new representative of the shattered paths. I've been expecting to run across a mate. Would you happen to be one?"

As she speaks, smoke pours out of her mouth forming the vaugest image of a broken mirror. The image gone in an instant.

"If not, would you care to be enlightened?" Her eyes twinkle with only slightly malicious interest.

 

[crystalizedjoy]

Salem looked her up and down. A mate? well, ti has been some time.. "I very well could be. I'm the only one besides you that I've seen of us, so unless you wanted to bed a tremere.." Salem grinned, and burst into laughter. Salem flopped against the wall and leaned there, not taking his eyes off of her. "Did ye have a name? Or should I make one up for you?" hs asked.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Felonious arches an eyebrow, but allows the boys comment to pass. Her lips twitch into an amused grin as she says, "Felonious Artifice, at your service. And you?" She committs a mock bow while taking a hit off the clove.

Now that she'd had a moment to truly get a look at him she relaxed. He had the scent of youth still hanging about him. She wasn't quite sure whether she wanted to play with anything that young any more. Not that she knew his age or anything, it was just something about the way he held himself. She focused on his face judging the potential held within and coming away unsure. But curious.

 

[crystalizedjoy]

"The name is Salem. I have no need for any other names.." Salem sniffed the air, and let his eys take in her actions.

"I'm a hundred and thirty six, felonious, not that young. I deem not to taint myself with too much maturity because it sickens me. Adults are always grumpy and worried-like.. Children are always laughing and having fun.." Salem smiled at guessing her thoughts. He loved seeing the look on their faces when he answered unspoken questions. Salem flicked his hand out and snagged the clove from her lips, and brought it to his own. "Mind if I have a drag?" he inquired as he inhaled. He held it out for her as his eyes took in her rather appealing curves.. He jumped to his feet, used one arm to pull her right up against him, looked directly into her eyes, and for a second, was lost in that contact with her. His eyes burned, but he immediately released her, and headed for the mall entrance. "You comin? they close in ten minutes, and I want a decent hiding spot."

Without waiting for her reply, Salem shivered and headed for the entranceway, dodging christmas fanatics as he went.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Felonious glares at Salem's backside as he walks away. He had taken her clove without asking, grabbed her for a kiss (and then not given it to her), and now was ordering her around as if she were some simple Neonate. Fuming she lit another clove, how dare he. Well at least that was one question answered. "I finally get some sort of recognition (even if I'm completely happy with it) and now I have to deal with this... this... grrah!" She thinks acidely to herself before the big question hits her.

"Just what the hell does he think he's doing?" Her chest tightens with worry for a moment. "He is my responsibility after all." She grumbles to herself trying to ignore the slight lift in her step as she hurries through the crowd. A couple of people say ouch as she passes but forget it in moment.

Just in time she slips through the door. A security guard is there just locking the doors. He doesn't notice her as she passes, though his pager starts to go off as she passes.

Soon whatever force the mall could muster would be hot on her trail. She frowns slightly, determined to find Salem and drag him into the night for a good tongue lashing. Cops would be called, probably right as she had entered. It would be better to not be there. Of course, that wasn't really an option anymore. Oh well, it was going to be a long night of memory alteration and with nothing to show for it.

She stops briefly just outside the smoke shop and stares inside the barred store hungrily. If only....

Lightbulb!

Why not?

Felonious giggles maddly, suddenly unconcerned with the nights toil.

"Olly olly oxenfree!" She screams out. "Quick, better hurry before I'm gone again!"

Still laughing Felonious begins singing Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me (Batman Forever soundtrack) at the top of her lungs while spinning around and around and around.

"...they'll want their money back if your lyin honey please..."

Her eyes glinting with mischeviousness Felonious waits for both Salem and the mall cops.

 

[crystalizedjoy]

Felonious is pelted with packs of cloves as she sings her song. Salem emerged a few moments later from the back entrance.

"At least your enjoying yourself. I was worried you were to stuck up with a lump of play-doh up your ass to be any fun. Cute is cute, but it's nothing without laughter." Salem smiled at her, pulled her close again, grinned, and departed, headed for the security office. after a few feet, he stopped, looked back, and waited.

"You are gonna miss ALL the fun if you don't learn to hurry up." Salem shook his head and continued for the office and the mortals contained therein.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

"This had better be good." Felonious purrs. Another good thing about being dead was that her cheeks no longer reddened. However; that did nothing to stop the emotions that would cause the redness. Determination filling her mind Felonious smiles, her blue eyes twinkling, she sways after him. A single pack of cloves held tightly in hand.

As soon as she enters the room she clamps the three-quarters full clove between her teeth and rips into the new pack. Foil and tin tossed carelessly to the ground. Swiftly exchanging cloves she lights the second from the first. Then a clove in each hand, smoke trailing above, she moistens her lips. "Tell me this is good."

 

[crystalizedjoy]

Salem only placed a finbger to his lips for silence. He glanced at his watch, and a few moments later, reached out and grabbed the guard that had just begun to enter the room. Salem shoved the man into a desk, and headed for a panel of switches across the room.
"Deal with him, could you dear? I have the utmost confidence in you." Salem patted himself down, and retrieved a beat up looking cassette tape. He slid the tape into a player, and death metal music pounded over the mall P.A. system. Salem grinned, and walked to a metal closet, and retrieved a handgun, and then a second. "And by the way, yes this is good, we're going shopping."

Salem clicked a clip into place, spun, and fired, ripping apart the controls for the video surveillence equipment.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Felonious turns to the quivering guard. She beams a smile to melt even the most bitter of hearts at him. The guard gulps but those little tell tale signs of fear (tensed knuckles, widened eyes, rapid breathing) slowly disappeared.

"Have the police been contacted?" Felonious demands gently. At the guard's shakey no, Felonious begins a thorough interrogation of the man. She unwillingly felt a sliver of respect for the brash young vamp form. Serendipitously the guard turned out to be the head of the mall security, which was enough of a distraction to pull her mind away from the music and thoughts that swam there. Felonious spends the next several minutes rewiring the security man's brain, then another hour making sure that she has done the same to every person still in the mall.

Certain that Salem is growing tired of waiting, Felonious hurriedly continues her job. She did afterall want to go shopping. Perhaps it was time to celebrate Christmass for once. The growing desire to be done with this trivial task mixed in with Felonious' mild irritation with Salem left her short of temper. To such an extent that the first time Salem tries to say anything to her, Felonious turns burning blue eyes at him snapping, "This would go a lot faster if you would help!" Thus incensed, she continues the job with greater haste. Instead of leaving happy contented little minions ready for action she would have to wait for them to feel better. Groans wafted behind her as she exited the room, one determined soul laboriously heading for the bathroom in her wake. Confident in her work she slips an arm around Salem's waist briefly. She gazes at him with a certain dark intensity, now that she no longer had anything to occupy her brain she was falling into the rythems of the music.

She pulls away quickly, surprised at the ferocity of her lust, glad that her pale cheeks were just that. Simple flowing movements striking a unique harmony with the fast paced cacaphony that engulfed her. For the first time since coming to this damnable place she felt truly comfortable. Laughter bubbled up and out casually, falling prey to the music she grabs up Salem's hand a hopeful spark in her eye. "Please dance with me?"

 

[crystalizedjoy]

Salem diligently and systematically destroyed each an every security tape and camera in the mall. upon his return, Felonious stood there, swaying as she wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Dance," he thought to himself? to this music? Salem thought back to his youth, and remembered an old dance taught to him by his parents, dispite his protests. Salem grabbed her hand, bowed floridly, and pulled her close, putting an arm around her, and twirled her around. As they danced, Salem lost himself to her, dancing around in circles, to the bemused looks of captivated security guards. He glanced up, and realized the time. "shit." Salem released the beautiful Felo, and headed towards the main mall. "It's almost morning, dear, lets get to shopping."

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Felonious was quite pleased with Salem at the moment. He'd shown initiative, humor, and not just a bit of tease. But now at least one of her cravings had been satisfied. She fell into the steps of his dance with skill to match. Her mind wandering into the past, other dances and partners, music that held her soul in its ancient hands. Simply to remain in the present she let herself slip just a little here and there, throwing the two of them off balance enough to get those awkward brushes that youth craves so much, trusting Salem to keep them up. Which he did.

Indeterminable time passed. Finally Salem spoke, Felonious grasping his meaning after they had traveled through several gates to reach her conciousness. She stills in his arms, the carefree smile on her face fading.

"I had an idea" She says slowly, brows furrowed as she tested her memories. "A revolving buffet of dine in theater, it should be ours."

She leans against Salem, her head against his shoulder rubbing it with her chin like a cat scent marking. She lifts her eyes smiling up at him coquettishly. "Shopping? Let's go!" Her earlier good spirits not quite revived but definitely kicking again.

 

[crystalizedjoy]

As Felonious ran off to her perfered shopping venues, Salem called out, "Buffet? what are you talking about?" and chased after her. The touches between them were electrifying, and killing his ability to think straight, and they were all he could think of now as he chased Felonious throught the mall.

Once he caught up, he breifly whispered, "wanna stop in the victoria's secret shop?" and grinned evilly. Before she could answer, he turned sharply and walked up to the gate baring him from the feminine clothes beyond. Salem drew out the pistol he stole from the security office, and 3, 4, 5 rounds later, the lock burst open, and Salem walked in, talking to himself, declaring he'd perfer Black on Felonious, or something dark green.

 

[Felonious Artifice]

Her mind and body racing, Felonious dashes ahead. Her voice wafting frenetically towards him like a puff her herbal scented clove. “In and out, a constant flow. A feast, a buffet, a smorgasbord ours for the taking. It could be ours, don’t you see. Drive in theater complete with the hotdogs and popcorn! Can’t you see the debauchery? Open your eyes!”
Before Felonious can turn the shots ring out causing her to jump. “We could have just had a guard open it… now we’ll have to get it fixed.” She calls out after him, picking her way through the displays. Searching idly her eyes happen upon a skimpy black robe with a vaugely asian pattern on it. She slips out of her clothing and into the robe before Salem has noticed. Once he turns back to her she smiles impishly at him, “We’re playing Barbie right?”