The night after we fucked up in trying to track down Horace Turnbull, we fucked up again, this time trying to track down some Annabelle chick I don’t give a fuck about. But the new guy’s sire wanted him to meet up with her or something, and she was staying at this place called the Blue Velvet.
We got ourselves a bus (long story short, Trent’s car fucked up, and we rented ourselves this new ride), got my buddy Tanner from his mom’s, then decided to head down to this Blue Velvet place to see what was up. Not before getting some chicks on the bus, of course, and we only did that ‘cause we thought it might help us get into the club. Didn’t work; we weren’t dressed right. At least we got what we’re calling a Bang Bus going.
Ginny and I decided to break into a tuxedo store nearby to get some fancy shit to wear. Alarm was tripped, but I was fast enough to get some shit then get the fuck outta there. Police were crawling all over not too long after, but it was cool — we got what we needed, and we were nowhere to be found. (Fuck pigs) Then we decided to head back to the club, and whoop-tee-doo, dressing like a priss fucking pansy worked and we were allowed right in.
Anyway, not long after walking into the shithole they fucking call a club, some Ventrue asshole decided like he wanted to start trouble. Now I was trying to be cool and ask him if he wanted to talk business or whatever, but he wouldn’t have any of it. “You wanna take this outside?” that cocksucker asked me, and you know I can’t resist a good fight…
… except it didn’t go well. At all. Dude was a lot tougher and older than I expected, because when he hit me my fucking jaw broke, and when I decked him it was like hitting a fucking punching bag. I guess I got scared at this point, ‘cause I went in for the teeth next and Ginny was having at him with her claws, and Duke was trying to do his whole creepy vampire-domination-thing trick (didn’t work, by the way). Trent? Nowhere to be found.
But anyways I bit the fucker and… I can’t say I’ve had a tastier snack. Thinking about it makes my mouth water as I write this. Good stuff.
But regardless of what we did, he barely flinched, and some crony of his started to fire at us with a fucking automatic weapon from the roof of the building across the Blue Velvet. Ginny went running and, what can I say, I had to go after her. Not to mention… that fucking Ventrue fuck did something, and I felt terrified. Had to get out of there as soon as possible. Didn’t even think to grab Duke… Sorry, Duke.
As we were running, this dude with a sledgehammer was coming after us, but we were fast enough to escape. And then… I don’t know. Not long after we hid, I couldn’t help but feel like I had to go back there. I guess I reasoned to myself that I needed to save Duke. So I ran back, and so did Ginny, and they let us right into that club. Covered in bullets, broken glass, and filled with vamps confused all around. Some of em were even crying. Shut up, it’s only bullets.
We found ourselves in a back room of the club, the Prince standing there with our buddy Duke, and I swear I coulda seen the shit on Duke’s lips ‘cause the way he was looking at that fancy fuck and talking to him. He’s my bro and whatever, and for that I got love for him,, but I know an ass-kisser when I see one. It’s a good thing I’m a forgiving guy…
And I admit that I kind of get it. Lodin is a fucking piece of shit, but he’s a powerful one. So whatever.
Anyways, as you can probably guess, Lodin was pissed off. He knew I broke the Masquerade when I wigged and killed that mom and child, and he wouldn’t listen to me when I was telling him that that other Ventrue fuck started the fight… Then he ragged on me for being Brujah. And black. Because he’s a fucking Euro-fuck from probably the fucking 17th century or some shit. I haven’t heard anything more offensive in my entire life, and I swear that if I didn’t control myself… I woulda done something stupid and probably gotten killed.
But Lodin told us he would be lenient. Then he took some pliers, had that clan-traitor Balthazar hold me down, and then he opened my mouth and yanked my fangs out. Took a sword and cut poor Ginny’s fucking hands off… then, ‘cause of Duke’s cocksucking, he pulled all of his fangs out too (and apparently half of his sire’s fangs).
If he hadn’t…mindfucked me into respecting him, I might’ve said something. Might’ve done something. But all I could do was walk out, fangless with blood dripping out of my mouth. Maybe I should’ve tried something, but I’d probably die. I was just tired of the night… Wanted to eat and get the fuck out of there.
It was then that we lured people into the Bang Bus to feed from them, so Duke and I could get my biters back and Ginny could regrow her hands. It went fine the first time around, when we picked up some church crazies, but the second time when we picked up some drunk people… Man, I don’t know. Something happened, and Duke just drained this dude completely.
I looked down at this guy… early 20s, short brown hair, kinda big, looked a bit like a dad… and I don’t know what came over me. Pity, empathy, sympathy, something. Couldn’t stand to see him just lying there, dead, ‘cause Duke couldn’t fucking control himself. So I did the only thing I knew how to:
Split open my wrist, then dripped blood into his mouth.
When he came to, he attacked me like a fucking animal, trying to suck all the blood outta my arm. I pushed him away, and he regained himself, and he looked at me and he said, “What did you do to me?” And I didn’t know what to say or do… First off, what do you say to someone after they’ve died and you’ve brought them back to life? Secondly, we weren’t allowed to make others of our kind, a rule established by that fuck Lodin.
So I told him to run. To leave the city. Told him they’d hunt him down, knew they’d hunt me down, and he went off into the night. Just running… Hope the sun didn’t catch him. Hope he’s far away from this fucked place.
Anyway, after that, after a long night of shit after shit, we all decided to hit the hay. Dropped Tanner off at his mom’s, went down to Trent’s place, while Duke took a cab home. Crashed at Trent’s with Ginny, and somehow despite all the shit that went down I fell asleep real quick. Kindred benefits, I guess.
The night after, I got up and went for breakfast, ‘cause my fangs still hadn’t grown back. Found some dude in a bimmer trying to buy drugs… Lured him into an alleyway, then stabbed him to drink from him. He screamed, so I had to knock him out and… killed him. Killed yet another person. Never killed a person in my life, and now I feel like I’m committing fucking massacres now that I’m like this. But I felt like shit, so what do you want me to do…?
I drank all I could, not wanting to let anything to go to waste, then disposed of his body in a trash can. Took his bimmer (he wouldn’t need it), then drove back to Trent’s place. Think I wept on the way over.
Not long after I got there, Duke arrived, and we all had to figure out what we were gonna do. Ginny had the idea of meeting with her sire, Inyanga… this really old vampire who I didn’t really wanna fuck with… and then I decided maybe I’d meet with my sire Anita. Ask her what was up and what we could do. Maybe bring up the possibility of running off to Gary with her.
We met Anita first at the Succubus Club. She was worried about me, I could tell by the look in her eyes, but no matter how much I kept begging her to consider leaving with me, that maybe we could go off to LA where Anarchs ran the city or go to Gary where the Nihilists ruled, she… just wouldn’t budge. No matter what I said, no matter history between us, no matter anything. I let her go. Even a reluctant turncoat is a fucking turncoat, I guess.
So we went to the park after to meet with Inyanga. Before she found us, Duke started to fuck around with some chick who…I don’t know, she was different. Not a vampire, but most definitely not just human. She looked like she was gonna eat him alive, but he was able to get out of there. I also got my fill of blood from some druggy who wanted to buy some shit from me named Anthony Kiedis or whatever. We did the deal under a bridge, then I left him a little crack after so he might feel better when he woke up… I took his wallet too, ’cause fuck it why not.
Inyanga met us shortly after on a rooftop. Told us how stupid we were, but she was actually pretty kind about it… I liked her a lot. Liked that she was a free spirit. Admitted she wasn’t completely free, that you never were, but I liked her attitude. Just thought maybe she wasn’t shooting far enough, I dunno. But she gave us some advice, then told us about that girl in the park Duke was fucking with… Apparently she was a Garou, or werewolf, and they hated our kind (except Ginny and Inyanga, for some reason. Some Gangrel thing maybe?). And that werewolf girl wanted Duke’s blood.
But as Inyanga went off to talk to the werewolf and call off the hunt for Duke’s blood, some idea entered my mind. All this talk of being free, and I wanted it so bad. Craved the feeling of not being under someone’s fucking boot. Felt such a deep, passionate desire to not have to answer to some Ventrue fuck who spent most of his time hiding in the Palmer House Hilton, probably sipping blood out of fucking $400 glassware. Just tired of feudalism, tired of power games, and pissed to all hell that he did what he did to me and my friends.
So I told Duke to find the werewolf, because we were gonna change this city… He found her no problem, and, though she was untrusting and cautious at first, I told her everything I knew about where Lodin slept and where he would hang out at. She asked me why I was selling out the head vamp, and I told her, “Fuck him.”
Because, really, fuck him, fuck the city, and fuck elders. What was unlife without the freedom to spend eternity as you wanted? Without being told what to do, where to hunt, how to behave… I dunno. I had a vision, I guess. A vision of a truly free city, where vampires were welcome and free to live as they wanted, as long as they didn’t fuck with anyone else. A vision of neonates like me and my friends, but without the fear of bigger and older predators around you, telling you what to do under penalty of death.
And a vision of Lodin’s fangs ripped out, hands chopped off, and his blood on my lips and in my veins, and the blood of his cronies spilled and running through the streets and into the drains, and depositing into the filth of the sewer where they belonged.
The werewolf, Celeste, told us she’d tell us when the battle would start and my revolution would begin. Then we left.
Now that we knew what Lodin was capable of, that he could make us tell him anything, we decided it was best to hide. So we found Trent at the Succubus Club, doped up on doped blood, and brought him with us… But before we left the club, I saw an old friend on the stage with his band, and for a second I understood what he was saying.
Burn it all down, he screamed, kill them all.
Then I had to leave. Too many memories, I guess. Maybe a little too close to home… After all, doesn’t it suck when that person you just can’t fucking stand is saying all the things on your mind? Jesus.
So we headed to Tanner’s mom’s place after, and that’s where we are now, awaiting the signal from Celeste. Everyone’s doing their own thing, with Duke fucking Tanner’s mom, Ginny frolicking with the animals or some shit, and me reuniting with the band, playing in Tanner’s mom’s garage like the old days… I know George and Tom had felt weird about this vampire thing originally, but all this time with them makes me feel like we’re close again. Playing our hearts out on old shitty amps, playing loud and dirty, making some noise. It feels good…
… but not nearly as good as it feels when I think about what’s coming. When the band and I aren’t playing, I’m sitting in the backyard, shooting empty beer bottles and practicing my aim. My revolution is about to be here; the war I am waging against those who had bound me shall come,
and, to them, to those who had crossed me and fucked with me and told me everything I could do and can’t do, those who had decided to ostracize me and punish me and hurt me and my friends,
to them, I shall become death, destroyer of worlds. Because fuck the Prince, fuck his rules, and fuck his city. It’s ours now.