I woke up to the sound of screaming and sirens. Trent wasn’t anywhere to be found around Tanner’s mom’s house, so I naturally assumed the worst. He hadn’t had much luck feeding within the past few nights, so there was a strong chance he… well… fuck. Strong chance he was doing the same shit I did.
So I ran out of the house and found the corpse of a pizza boy lying in the middle of the road, throat ripped open and a trail of blood leading to a house. I looked through the broken window and saw Trent standing there, on the phone. That fucking Jedi mind trick Lodin pulled immediately came to mind, so I leapt in and tried to stop him. It was too late.
On the floor was a man’s corpse. Who I assumed was his wife was trying to hit Trent over and over again with a baseball bat, screaming at him to get out. I knocked her out, then grabbed Trent and we made our way back to Tanner’s mom’s place. We woke everyone up, grabbed Ginny, and poured into the Bang Bus. Just as we started to drive away, the cops showed up.
Though a chase ensued, Trent’s driving skills allowed us to eventually get away and hide in a little town near the city called Bloomington. We hid out for a bit in an alleyway with our track, then decided to ditch it — after all, our bus was now known by the cops. No fuckin’ way we’d be caught driving it anymore.
We said goodbye to the Bang Bus, Tanner left to call his mom and check up on her, and then we went down to a Home Depot, picked up some supplies, and went down to a motel and booked a room. With said supplies, we had George and Tom sunproof the room. Meanwhile, Ginny, Trent, Duke, and I went down to the local gas station/mechanic to grab a new vehicle.
Duke went into the gas station, used his freaky mind woo-woo to get the attendant dude to not say a word and to not move, while Ginny and Trent broke into the mechanic garage to steal car keys. I tried to feed from the dude Duke mindfucked, then noticed there was a camera. I smashed the bitch, then finally got my fill. The attendant passed out.
Trent and Ginny came around, having successfully found keys to a van, then we went into the gas station’s back room and fucked up those security tapes… then Duke noticed I was leaving fucking fingerprints. Fuck this body, man.
Trent had the idea to burn the motherfucker down, so while everyone else piled into the car, Trent and I poured gasoline everywhere. He then got inside the car, I pulled the attendant dude out as to not kill him in the ensuing inferno (though I did leave some crack on him and a note to implicate him in the arson), then I burned that bitch down… fucking scariest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life, and, shit man, I’ve burned shit down before.
We got outta dodge, then headed back to the motel. Duke called Celeste and found out shit was gonna go down tonight, so I called Anita up and told her to come so we could “talk”… I really just needed her to get outta the fucking city, really.
While we waited, Duke examined one of our guns, and I taught him a bit about it. He seemed to pick it up pretty quickly… then Anita came.
… it’s fucking hard to write about this.
I tried telling Anita that we should get out of the city for a bit, maybe hit up Gary. She was wondering why I was acting so weird, since I wanted to get us the fuck outta Chicago really bad. Then I broke the news to her, about the werewolves, about everything… She got pissed and tried to leave. I grabbed her to stop her from leaving, and she got even more pissed.
When we got into it, I think we both lost our shit… and I clearly didn’t realize how much stronger she was then me, because she legit would’ve fucked me up if Trent, Ginny, and Duke hadn’t stepped in. But it was Ginny who ended the fight, nearly single-handedly, as she stabbed her claws through Anita’s torso. In my anger, I bit into her neck and drank, because fuck this. Fuck how she was treating me, fuck her loyalty to our false kings, and fuck this turncoat in general. Power to the proletariat and all that shit.
And, when the final drop of her vitae spilled into my mouth, something came with it. Some intense energy, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I fell over, rolling around on the floor and shaking and convulsing as this insane, orgasmic, nearly infinitely pleasurable feeling came over me. Nearly consumed me, it did.
But, when it was all over, when I got up, I felt something. Like my mind was forming new memories, but they weren’t my own… and I saw it: Tyler, the Brujah whip, was the one who told Anita she’d be marked for death if she didn’t join up with the Camarilla. And I felt Anita deep within me, like a soul raging against my own, and my mind was preoccupied with her terror and disappointment. I understood her, finally, and she was now just a desiccated corpse in front of me; her beauty had faded into the old leathery skin of a decades-old corpse with no drop of blood left in its body. This was the very last time she would die, and she would never rise again.
The time was starting to approach… just before sunrise, the werewolves would attack. I thought about joining, maybe tasting the blood of my enemies, but decided that it’d be best to maybe hang back. This would be far too much for us, and besides… the night had left me emotionally exhausted. Fucking dead inside, in other words.
So to wait, we slept…
THE FALL OF HOUSE THORNHILL
(or, the Destruction of the Succubus Club by Big Fucking Werewolves)
By this time, the vampires had all gone to rest, and the only awake denizens of the Succubus Club were the ghouls, including the most ancient of them all Brad Pi—… Prias, Portia’s loyal ghoul.
Prias was doing his usual rounds around the club when he began to hear a distant howling… then the howling got louder, closer. And there was growling too, and the sound of paws beating against the ground outside. Having lived century upon century, Prias knew all too well this sound.
“WEREWOLVES!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, marching through the Succubus Club. “WEREWOLVES! WEREWOLF ATTACK!”
At this sound, Genghis, sleeping in the Underworld, woke up, as did Brennan Thornhill in his comfy haven above the club. Lizzie the Nosferatu, however, did not wake up from her little nest in the rafters of the club.
A werewolf burst through the doors of the club and began to charge at Prias. With his epic Greek sword drawn, Prias howled, “GET FUCKED!” and ran at the werewolf. The battle ended with Prias unscratched and a lupine heart on his blade.
However, more werewolves poured into the club. Genghis came up and began shooting, and Prias became surrounded by the wolves. Though he was able to disembowel one of them, the other two made quick work of the ghoul.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Brennan Thornhill began to shoot into the fray, as did Genghis. Brennan also managed to rally some of his terrified ghouls, who also began to take fire at the werewolf menace. Helping them too was Lizzie, who leapt down from the rafters and snapped a werewolf’s bones with a bear hug.
The three (or six, counting the ghouls) were able to hold the werewolves down for a while, but it eventually became clear: they would be doomed if they didn’t escape the Succubus Club now. Lizzie leapt up into the rafters, while Brennan continued to fire onto the werewolves. Unfortunately, Thornhill became sandwiched between two dead werewolves, and his ghouls were wiped out. Genghis, at least, managed to run behind the bar and Obfuscate, effectively making him invisible.
Lizzie, her conscience getting the best of her (an elder with Humanity 8, insanity!), decided to leap down and save Brennan and Genghis. With her super strength, she ripped the bar from the floor and threw it at the werewolves. Though this helped Genghis escape, it ended up crushing not only the werewolves but also Brennan, who refused to leave his club. Captain goes down with the ship, I guess.
Lizzie, now unable to do anymore to save Brennan, Obfuscated and got the fuck out of there.
THE PALMER HOUSE HILTON MASSACRE
(or, Lodin, Zevra, and Nealy All Hold the Idiot Ball while Tyrus Manages to Escape)
A meeting had just ended, and it was time for the big wigs at the Palmer House Hilton to get their sleep on…. except that there was a shit load of howling outside, and you can’t sleep when something that loud is going on. Also, that probably means that werewolves are about to attack.
And they did. Lodin was confused, considering he had made a truce with the werewolves, but seemingly they thought nothing of his shitty truce. Before they all knew it, werewolves had penetrated the defenses of the Palmer House Hilton, and they were fucking shit up downstairs. Naturally Edward Nealy decided to run downstairs and see what was the haps — the haps were not good. The Seneschal had a shitload of werewolves to deal with.
Meanwhile, Lodin, Zevra, and Tyrus were upstairs, trying to figure out just what in the world was going on. Knowing that certain doom would be upon them, Lodin tried to Dominate Tyrus into taking Lorraine and getting the hell out of there. Nope, did not work.
It was then that two werewolves entered the room, one significantly larger and with a silver streak running down its hair. This must’ve been the alpha male or pack leader or…something. I’m not entirely sure of how werewolves govern themselves.
Zevra, using her poison blood, and Lodin, with his handy dandy broadsword, killed the werewolves. Then the Prince lopped off the head of the alpha male with his sword so that he may show it to the invading werewolves in hopes of scaring them off… of course, he could also drink the blood from the head, which is also a great idea.
So he did that, and gave into the frenzy… because, again, fuck these truce-breaking werewolves! And there was probably no point in living now that his fancy haven was destroyed. So, without further adieu, Lodin leapt down the staircase into the swarm of werewolves below. Though Zevra could’ve walked away, seeing that Lodin effectively committed suicide, she decided that it would be best to follow the Prince — in case he didn’t die (and he totally would), she didn’t want to break her contract. She wasn’t, after all, an oath-breaker like these asshole werewolves.
Zevra was the first to fall, then Lodin. They put up a good fight, but alas, there were too many muscly werewolves with huge claws and big teeth.
… oh, and Nealy died too. Don’t think I needed to really point that one out.
Tyrus, possessing common sense that the others lacked this night, decided to get the hell out of there and dive out the window. Across the street, with tracer rounds, was Celeste. Fortunately, she missed, and Tyrus — who went into epic bat form — flew away and successfully escaped. If he could, he was also probably giving the finger with his little bat feet, because fuck those werewolves.