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A couple weeks ago, Rick’s life had been a simple. He worked in the insurance business, offering unsuspecting individuals over priced unnecessary insurance and to Rick it was just another job. The days flew by, living from weekend to weekend Rick had fallen into a rut which suited him fine, he had a girlfriend he loved and a small apartment with the rent paid a month in advance. Life was reasonable to him.

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Rick

Last week however, everything had changed and everything he thought he knew was thrown into question.

That night, Rick was going home alone from the local pub. He had been drinking with some of his old school friends, remembering the times they went through during their two years compulsory service. He could hardly remember all the basics he was taught, it had been too long, but he and his friends fancied themselves as comedians. Now he sat in a single carriage of the Iuthia Prime underground system going to Blaketon, with him in the carriage were a couple of bar goers like him along with some random late night stragglers who were part of the background.

Rick looked down at his watch, 01:34am. It was time he got back home and got some sleep, he had work tomorrow and the boss didn’t like it when he came in with bags under his eyes. His body begun to push forward as the train slowed down to a halt, Blaketon Station, his stop.

Slowly he got up, his head feeling a little light… maybe he drunk a little more then he thought, but he reckoned he’d sleep it off. Blaketon station wasn’t very well lit, only some of the lights worked giving off this odd contrast from bright white light to dark dimly lit areas where the occasional homeless person lay rough for the night.

Advertisements were pasted to the walls, colours clashing against one another with vibrant messages of cheaper prices and better offers. But one stood out from the rest… an advertisement for a play in the now ruined Bolivar Auditorium, the edges grey with age yet the message was clear…

“But who’s going to save Little Red Riding Hood?”

Under the large emboldened sentence was an odd picture of a woman in a red hooded cloak, not the small girl from the story that he remembered. He had passed this poster many times in the last couple of weeks, but now it seemed different, like it was speaking out to him.

Suddenly in the distance, a scream could be heard. Rick quickly turned to check his surroundings. Empty. Not a single person stood on the platform, it seemed that even the bums had found another place to sleep for the night.

Against all his instincts, Rick ran in the direction the scream came from. His mind was telling him this was stupid, that the Peacekeepers would be able to handle this if only he used his mobile phone. His leg were telling him that they didn’t want to die and his logic was telling him that crime didn’t happen in Iuthia… they had slowly weaned people out of the cycle and taught military like discipline in school.

None the less, he ran closer and closer and then slowly broke into a walk… no sound could be heard other then his own footsteps. Bit by bit he inched forward, taking every bit of care just encase. Now he could hear the quiet shuffling of clothes moving. Looking around himself, Rick realised he was on one of the stairwells going towards another platform. A loose pipe could be seen on the ground.

Carefully, so not to make any noise, he bent over to pick the pipe up. Now holding the pipe, he went down the stairs towards the shuffling sound.

A man could be seen standing over something that looked like a woman’s body, but Rick couldn’t see all of it because the man was in the way. Something about the man seemed wrong… real wrong, as though it wasn’t just a criminal, but something that pretending to be a criminal, pretending to be… human. Rick couldn’t see anything different in the man; he just looked and felt out of place.

Rick charged, branding the pipe, which was now getting surprisingly hot. The man turned to face Rick; its eyes were full of malice and shock. Rick struck it across the head, the pipe now glowing with something Rick had never before seen. As the pipe struck, the man was thrown back with the power of the hit, landing near the woman.

It attempted to get back up again, its face warped slightly, covered in blood. It looked like any other man, only Rick knew better as he went for another strike, again aiming for the head. The pipe was now glowing white, as Rick smashed its face yet again, this time causing serious damage, the pipe now bent with the force used.

It wasn’t getting up. Rick went to finish the thing off… but his pipe stopped glowing, now falling apart bit by bit. Rick kicked it some and then looked over to the woman.

She didn’t look like she was in very good shape; she had an injury on her neck. Closer inspection didn’t help though; cleaning the wound up with the things shirt, Rick noticed there was no wound… even though the woman was clearly suffering shock.

Grabbed her assailant and threw him on to the track, and then into a small niche. He then propped the woman’s legs up using her red coat and then called the Emergency Services… after which he slowly left the station completely baffled as to what happened.

Later that week, he checked to see if he had any extra strength, but it was useless, he could reproduce that kind of strength again, in the end he put it down to adrenaline.

He never told anyone about what he saw, what he did or about the body now hidden on those tracks, apparently no one had gone missing recently so it couldn’t of been a citizen… surely…

His girlfriend thought he was different, like he had lost his sense of humour… their time together had been less then normal that week as a result of dullened interest on both sides.

His workplace didn’t really see much difference in his attitude, though his work mates were a little worried at his determined look. Rick wanted to know what it was that he had killed and he was all alone…


OOC: I’m still working on this, but basically I’m going to work it into another thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=78226&highlight=). That said all vampire characters and hunter characters will be kept out of international politics because I’m not a vampire nation, or a hunter nation. These characters represent the many races that live in Iuthia now…

For those vampire nations out there that don’t like the negative attention that I am going to give vampires in this thread: They are Sabbat (WoD) and I will be having some Camarilla Vampires too, which will be the connection with the above thread.

Anyone who wants to know how Rick (a human) did his mystical feat, feel free to TM me about it, same goes for complaints I don’t want to be flamed because of a storyline I am doing.

In his previous life, Eric had been a simple man of simple pleasures. He’d enjoyed watching pro-wrestling on his satellite television, he loved it when his wife cooked him pork chops and when his children brought him pictures drawn at school. Life was good for Eric.

His job as a taxi driver may not have been much, but he enjoyed meeting different types of people, learning about their spin on life and their opinion about recent events. Larissa, his wife, earned more then enough with her managerial job so pay wasn’t an issue; the fact was that Eric liked his job.

However, that was then, three weeks ago. Now it was all a distant memory, it barely mattered to him now that he could not taste food like he used to, or touch his wife in the way he always did. That was then; those things had to be forgotten like Varya continued to tell him.

Three weeks ago it all changed, all in one night. The vague memories continued to haunt him now even as he hunted for his prey.

He has been on the job at around closing time of all the pubs and clubs, the average Thursday night. Around those hours you got the most interesting people coming into your cab, asking to get home, often drunk and tired. Most of them are reasonable and you can learn a lot about them in the twenty minutes drive back to their local area.

This night he picked up a woman, woman was the best word for her as she was no lady. Everything about her screamed out that she was a social predator, picking out her prey and using them however she pleased. Eric could tell from her clothes; tight leather black pants to exaggerate her figure, the same could be said for her top, a white tightly packed top and her determined face, he could never forget that look. It made you want to do things for her, to allow her to do with you as you please.

She asked to be taken to a near by underground station, nothing out of the ordinary, only she seemed to be alone which didn’t seem to be her thing at all. When she talked Eric could feel the authority behind the voice, like she wasn’t asking for you to do it, but that she was telling you to do it.

It was a relatively simple ride, should have only taken 15 minutes from where they were. Eric started with the normal kind of idle chatter he felt comfortable with.

“So, did you have a good night at Jilly’s? It’s got a pretty interesting reputation from what I’ve heard…”

“It wasn’t what I expected to be honest, a little disappointing even.” Her voice changed from commanding to something a little more relaxed, she must have felt there was nothing to fear from me, thought Eric.

“I’m surprised that you didn’t come out with some young man, I doubt they could have kept away from a woman like you, no offence meant.” Eric provoked a reaction, he was curious and he was sure that no one really thought much of taxi drivers anyways…

“None taken, they were all young pups looking to impress their friends and satisfy their needs, no one them would know what to do even if they had the chance… I just wasn’t impressed.”

“Yes well, its that day of the week I suppose, you will have all the students getting out to enjoy a cheep night out on the town, though I find it odd that you would want to go to a club like that on a day like this… you’re not from around here are you?”

“Why… that’s very observant of you, no I’m from Free Iuthia, south of the boarder.”

“Yes, I thought I could here that slight difference in dialect… once you’ve been doing this for as long as I have you learn a few things about the local areas.”

With this, the woman looked a little impressed… and then smiled to her self quietly. “You know a lot about the area then… maybe you could help me…”

“We’ll be at your stop soon ma’am… and I don’t really have the time to talk all night, unless you are going to be going somewhere further away…”

“No, this spot will be quite adequate, thanks” With this, Eric begun to pull the taxi over. The woman sat up in an upright position, staying perfectly balanced at all times, despite the slight momentum of the taxi cab.

“That will be four point five credits, ma’am.” Eric replied… the area didn’t have all very good lighting, but crime wasn’t really an issue so he couldn’t complain. He noticed that odd smile as the woman came up to him to pay her fare.

Suddenly, so fast that Eric couldn’t react to it; she punched through the window of the cab and grabbed his head. Before he could react she pulled his head towards her with force she couldn’t possibly have in her small physique. His head smashed into the cabs door and he feel into a painful sleep.


Everything was dark, he hurt all over and Eric didn’t know where he was… he hungered something he had never hungered before, a craving, maybe even an addiction… either way his stomach hurt more then anything he’d ever had felt. He was starving… and he couldn’t see a thing. He moved his arms to find his way blocked by a wall; his sides also felt a little squashed as it dawned on him. He was in a box.

Feeling around, it felt like it was designed to fit the entire dimensions of his body, his height and his width. Eric felt that he had about several inching of room in front of his face. The hunger was worse then anything he could have ever imagined, he had to escape before he died.

Using all of his strength, Eric punched upwards with one arm. A crunching noise could be heard as the material (possibly wood?) began to give in. With the first cracks, earth fell on to his chest. Now Eric really panicked as his mind ran wild with ideas… had someone buried him, had she buried him?

His actions became more and more erratic as his will to survive kicked in, taking over all sentient thought. He punched kicked and screamed to get out of his imprisonment, to feed himself and rid himself of his hunger.

Finally, the top gave in, burying him in earth. With all his strength, he started digging his way out, clawing at the soil with all panicky fear. His mind was screaming out, fear taking over every sense. Adrenaline pumped into all his muscles and slowly, he dug himself out. The site that awaited him was worst then he could have imagined… he was in a grave yard, someone had buried him alive.

The night sky especially dark, all the cloud cover making it hard for the moon light to offer any assistance. Eric was surrounded by graves, some fresh, others were covered in grass. It didn’t matter though, because Eric should smell food, his mind now had a back seat to the action, watching in horror as his instinct controlled every aspect of his body.

Eric ran towards the source of the food, the smell that offered hope to his ever weakening body. His speed was beyond understanding, leaping over graves, occasionally hitting them, knocking one or two down as he pushed closer and closer to his goal.

He came up against a fence and simply leaped it in a single body movement, smooth as a cat. And he came face to face with his prey.

A middle aged man walking his dog in the late hours…

Every part of his sentient mind told him to stop, ever ounce of willpower told him not to do it. But his will had been destroyed by in that grave… he had no control as the beast rose up inside him and his conscience fell back into the dark cold sanctuary of his mind.


His mind begun to resurface, his hunger was no gone, none existent. Eric felt relieved for a moment before his memory hit him like a truck. What happened to that man… had I? Could I?

Eric fell to his knees as he sobbed, his tears a watery red. The images flashed in his mind as it came to him like a dream… he had, he couldn’t make those images up from nothing, he doesn’t think like that… or at least he didn’t use to.

Eric lay in that spot for what seemed to an eternity… the sky was turning from the pitch black of late night to the dark blue of early morning. He was tired, he was lost and he was broken, he didn’t care any more.

Then she turned up. Stood over him like a statue, as though she had been there for most of the time, that he just didn’t notice.

“Come now, we have to get you out of here. This is only the beginning and it was the hardest step to take. The rest will come to you easier.”

Reluctantly, he got up. Partly because he needed to know why, party because he needed something to confide to and partly because he didn’t feel it could get any worse.



OOC: Still not a RP, I'm setting some things up, but I've been delayed, please TM if you wish to make any comments or queries as to where I'm taking this

OOC: Gaa... I've left this for a while now becuase I've had alot of work to do, being a professional and all. I meen, it's one thing to post small quick replies, but these things take about a hour each if I'm lucky.

Bumped for attention (I like it) and also becuase I want to keep it near the top of my "view your posts" forum so I don't forget.

I'll update this sometime damnit...

Varya started life in the broke down nation of Miserablia serving in a bar, one of the few honest livings for a good looking woman in this run down part of the world.

The bar itself was a simple place, nothing trendy about it; it was just a place to drink. People from all over the show would turn up out of nowhere, drink a little and then disappear, tabs were never aloud as most of the patrons could not be trusted. It was a simple life and at that time she was a simple woman.

Then she met Zeke, a man on the run who she helped out that night by allowing him to “lay low” in the basement during the day claiming it was easier to be out during the night where people could recognise him. Her time with Zeke started out as a nervous crush and quickly grew into a obsession… Varya found she could describe everything about him with just her memory, holding every detail dear to her heart.

After the sixth day, night came and she went to find Zeke… she had been building up her courage to talk to him about how she felt, comforted by the notion that he must know. Only Zeke had disappeared just as quickly as he had arrived… no trace left behind, no one able to say where he had gone. Varya was crushed.

She left her job that night; a place like that doesn’t grant personal leave. She searched the few places they had walked to and talked in: The aging fountain, the slums and a large tree on the outskirts of town… all of them empty.

She did not know much about the outside world, so Varya gave in. All hope was lost for finding her lover… at first she was sad, feeling remorse for the man she never knew, but this quickly turned to anger, at both herself and her lover, she had known him for long enough to deserve some kind of goodbye, some kind of “thank you”.

This anger served to focus her… she needed to get out of here, to learn about the world and to find her lost love. Firstly she needed some cash and she needed it fast, after all, how could you travel large distances without money? The answer was simple: Men. Everyday men give her funny looks, looks of lust and yearning, before she had ignored them as complaining about it would only of lost her her job.

Varya quickly turned something, which resembled a prostitute; only she never went “all the way”. Each time she was picked up by some guy she would act the part, take the cash and incapacitate him… often in humiliating ways to assure silence, occasionally she would even take pictures as a form of backup should there be trouble.
Parts of her thought this was wrong, that stealing was against everything her mother had taught her… but then again, she was taking money off men who paid for sex, a practice banned in Miserablia. Each time she would move on to the next area using a fraction of her money and using another faction to search for her love.

Each time see did it, her innocence suffered another blow… it became easier to do it and she took more pleasure from the act itself. Her respect for men was lower then every, for she only respected one man… Zeke.

After eleven months of searching she came closer and closer to finding him, apparently he was never seen in the day, always travelling by night as a drifter. She tracked him to different bars, occasionally finding woman who had also been wooed by his charm… but she didn’t care, they were pathetic in comparison to her, she did something about it.


Finally she came to moving one step closer to finding Zeke; a little known town on the south most part of Miserablia on the boarders of Arnarchotopia. She was preparing to move on to follow a trail to another boarder town, she just needed to take some money and move on.

A car drove up to her, a beautiful sleek thing with dark tinted windows… Varya was a little more apprehensive then normal, as this suggested they may be involved in something higher up… but she wasn’t about to back out of what could be her only chance for the night. She hopped on into the car, which slowly continued its way down the lonely street.

Inside was a man in an expensive Italian suit, which screamed “Syndicate” to her, but she couldn’t back out even if she wanted to… she played along with it.

The man turned to her and smiled with a toothy grin. “Ah… the illusive Varya, it’s nice to finally meet you, the scorn of men looking for a little pleasure for their otherwise dull lives…”

“How did yo-” She tried to say, her heart pounding and her mind racing…

“You think we don’t keep a track of these things? We’ve been losing a lot of business because of you, you’ve earned quite the reputation…” His voice was calm like the experience of ages gone by. “But we’re not her to talk about your reputation, after all… we’re more interested in the person. We admire your tenacity and your willpower. We may be able to help on another, we’ll find your “Zeke” and you will join us and help where it is needed.”

“I…” Thought were racing in her mind, she had already gotten in this deep, what difference would it make if she was part of the Syndicate, having her methods endorsed instead of condemned… “I accept“Good” he replied. “It’s much easier when they are willing” Then he leaped at her so fast she could not re-act nor scream, her throat was pierced by what she could only assume were fangs, slowly she began to feel tired… the life-force drain from her within a mere few seconds that seemed an eternity.


The rituals that followed were brutal… first she was buried without a coffin in a paupers graveyard, while technically dead she awoke much to her horror, clawing her way out of the ground, completely starved of blood. In those first few minutes she lost more of her humanity, hunting for the kill that would feed her. Fortunately she only found a couple of cats and thanked whatever god may exist that she didn’t find a human.

After this she introduced to a group of people, through she didn’t recognise any of them, she was then forced in a ritual to blood from a cup, not told it’s purpose or where it came from… afterwards she became increasingly willing to aid her new family… the Sabbat. Her loyalty was second to none as the blood of all members ran through her dead veins, linking her strongly to her Sabbat brethren.

Over time she forgot about Zeke as he second to her brothers and sisters. But she always held a secret place for him in her heart; she learned that he was part of an opposing faction, the Camarilla… it turned out the Sabbat wear going to keep their promise of finding him for her, knowing the Sabbat they would also have her hunt him and she would do it for both of them…


Quickly she found strength in her new existence, loosing herself in the hunt, which she was particularly good at. In general she hunted men in their mid-twenties who looked a little like Zeke. Her sire, Lizo taught her to manipulate shadows with her will, with practice she could even summon the shadows to pull and restrain her victims. Alone she learned that the blood gained from humans could be used to increase her own strength, stamina and even dexterity.

The Sabbat finally gave her a pack of her own as well as a “priest” who knew all the rituals that were important to the sect. The priest went by the name of Ismail, he despised the Camarilla despite the fact that his clan ruled over most of it.

This pact then went on to the newly formed Free Iuthia to help claim nation from the hands of the Camarilla. They hunted down elders, creating new members of the sect as cannon fodder, the young members always despised the arrogant elders and were trilled at the concept of a blood hunt… only when confronted with a elder they do they little other then serve as a distraction as the elder mows them down with ancient forbidden powers, meanwhile the veteran members of the pact flank them and use the shear power of numbers and boosted strength to deal the final blow, often the first vampire to sink their teeth in and keep them their get the rights of consuming the blood of the elder, taking them one step closer to the prophesised Cain mentioned in the book of Nod.

Varya had done this several times now and had gained a reputation… then the information came through. They had found Zeke at last.

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OOC: Bump for me writing next part of character histories… to be honest, this thread is looking to be more of a personal thread in which I write my story… I expect I will be added my other people into it later... but right now I’m setting background…

And they passed him a golden chalice filled to the brim with a thick crimson substance, a amount of which had spilled out onto his hand and was now slowly oozing towards the ground… slowly, Eric lifted the cup and the light of a thousand candles refracted as the glow shone from it’s golden pattern. Slowly, Eric pulled the drink towards him shakily as a distant voice could be heard.

“He’s resisting, try harder”

With renewed vigour, Eric continued to pull the chalice towards him, now at the tip of his nose. Ever so surely he poured the liquid into his mouth and drank the substance he could now recognise as blood… except… it didn’t seem normal, like this blood had lived a lifetime, like it had seen the rise and fall of empires… it tasted… immortal.

Now with the ritual complete, the haze of the surrounding became sharper, allowing his vision to work completely; he saw maybe a dozen candles and some odd pentagram chalked into the bare stone floor.

Eric sat up… he looked around and the room was empty, he wasn’t hungry like before but he did miss Varya, her touch reminded him of Larissa, his former wife. But that was his past life… now he was a monster, this “thing” that needed blood to survive. So why didn’t he just finish it all? What kept him going? He didn’t really know, maybe he wanted to know more about who would do this to him… maybe he wanted vengeance.

Before he knew it he had rejected the idea, Varya was the one who gave him life! But Varya was the one that took away his life… a bitter battle ensued, as Eric sat in a corner crying to himself slowly, the old verses the new as the blood of the coven flows freely in his deceased veins, slowly but surely his mind was swayed towards Varya, towards those he would soon calls his family.

Now he sat in the room expectantly, they would come for him again, he was sure of it. He hadn’t really bothered to look around the room, but in the time waited he noticed that the room was almost entirely all stone, perhaps it was a basement of some sort. The walls were bare as was the floor, but on the ceiling hung a single light bulb that provided light.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the door opened and in came some people. First was a small man wearing a simple black shirt and trousers, he had some sort of necklace on but it was hidden under the shirt, his hair was dark, black maybe and his skin was a pale colour which was hard to determine in the light.

After this man followed another man, this time he was wearing a large shirt made up of a montage of religious figures with the colours reversed, the shirt was too large for the small man, who looked like he was in the middle of a break-down, occasionally his head jerked in a un-natural way.

The next entrant looked like an odd mixture of a human and a mongrel dog, it wore a sweat shirt with a small hood on it, it’s ears were tufty and its hands clawed, the nose looked human, but was a little high for Eric’s liking…

Finally, she entered the room… Varya, the cause and solution to all of Eric’s problems. They all looked at him for a moment and then seemed to agree without words.

“Come on, let’s take him to find Kev… I’m sure he wants to get out a little.”

It was around about 11 days since Rick killed whatever it was that he kill, the news had been quiet as of late and he hadn't heard of any serious news from within the city... it was all about the current political situation with Whispering Voices... though Rick didn't care, all he cared about was listening for news concerning his corpse, thankfully it seemed that whatever he killed must have not been from around here becuase no missing person reports had been broadcast... eitherway it would take a couple weeks to be sure.

The day had been a rather quiet one, he had settle back down into this work and everyone thought he must have been in a rough period with his girl friend... which was techniqually still true, she still wasn't talking to him, but Rick was holding out that it was only a slight issue.

Janet, Rick's line manager called him into her office, it wasn't anything threatening in apperance, though it wasn't really all that welcoming either, Janet wasn't very good at organising the paperwork she had to go though and the entire office had bits of paper strewn about.

"Rick, could you go up stairs and get reprographics to print out a couple boxes of this memo, we've got the Christmas party coming up and we'd like everyone to get one of these so they know what they can expect."

Rick looked at her in a funny way, she always gave him little erands like this as though he was an intern or something... not that it mattered, he'd not been up to reprographics for some time and there was this girl he occasionallty had a conversation with... maybe it was time to think of someone just in case.

The people from Reprographics had slightly different hours from everyone else, they always came in a hour earlier so they could get the started on things for everyone before they came in. So the people he didn't see the people from up there very often.

Their department was pretty simple, white bright walls, industrial sized copiers and lots and lots of paper... it wasn't anything special, though the machines always caught your attention...

However... today something else caught his attention. Rick walked into the department and instantly he saw the girl and give her a quick smile, it was a thing they had he guessed... most people here are pretty apathetic towards one another.

"How are you today then?" He inquired. She smiled back at him and then simply replied.

"Tired... I didn't get to bed until 1:00am last night." She notioned that she was tired... meanwhile one of the other men in the office entered the room.

"Awww..." Rick replied in a mock fashion, smiling as he did so, only the smile quickly faded as he looked behind her where a man stood 6" tall with the normal white shirt, purple tie, black pants and black shoes... only it's face was that of a large wolf which then turned to look at him.

"You ok Rick? You seem pale" The girl asked. Rick was using all of his willpower simply to keep his composture... the mans face returned to what it should have been but it didn't matter, the damage was done... Am I going mad? He thought, Maybe... but I need to be sure...

"No... I've had this awkward... fever recently... I think I may take the day off... here, will you fill this order for Janet down on the 2nd floor" Rick's excuse was lame, but it wasn't going to be questioned so it didn't matter.

"Sure... get some rest Rick... you look like you need it." And with that Rick left, not knowing what to think, that day he went to see Janet and took the rest of the day off, it wasn't restful... Rick spent the rest of the day thinking about what he could do to find out whether he's sane or not...

If I act on it and I'm wrong, they'll put me away for being a danger to society until I'm deemed safe enough to get out... however, if I don't act on it and I see more, then I need help. But if I'm right that "thing" could be the real danger...

He didn't know what he was going to do... but he started to think that he better come up with something...

Eric now released from his basement cell could see that they were housed in what looked like a abandoned industrial complex... he couldn't wondering why he they Iuthian government hadn't made sure places like this didn't exist... but he guessed it must still be owned by someone otherwise it would have been turned into another building by now.

The room they were in was something of a storage area converted to house a group of people, a simple table, some steel chairs and some matresses for sleeping on... or something like that, he didn't sleep so much as rested. The same people he saw before were their with a new addition... a higher class woman he had not seen before, she wore a exspensive dress and didn't look happy to be here...

Ever since his release the whole experience seemed that bit more easy, the people who now surrounded him were like his family... he didn't like them for what they did to him but they were part of him now and he couldn't even think about betraying them... the idea hurt his head, even though he felt that he wanted to hurt them for this existance...

"Arggg..." He cried out, falling to the ground, the others turned to him to see what was up with him. Varya knew what it was instantly and simply walked up to him and kicked him in the gut.

"Don't fight it... you are one of us now and your going to like it. I didn't think you had that much will." The others didn't flinch at this act of cruelty, they knew that a kick wouldn't do much to his now undead body and they knew what Varya was like. "Anyways, you can't fight it... it's the secret of the Sabbat and it keeps us from betraying one another."

Eric picked himself up, feeling a little saw... he supposed she was right, she must have been, she sounded so sure.

She looked at him again, this time smiling. "We're going out to find out what happened to John, he's not been back since he went out to feed in the underground tram system... I want you to come along on this one." She then gestured towards the upperclass woman.

"This is Lavonia, she's our eyes and ears... she won't be coming with us but I thought you best see here, she doesn't get to see us much with her line of work for the Black Hand, but she is a valuable member of the team."

"Hi... Eric, welcome to your new life... hope you find it more interesting then your last one..." Lavonia didn't smile, simply choosing to look down at him.

"Hi..." Eric replied... he wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Ok guys, lets head out, it's not far away... we'll take the van." Varya lead the way out of the complex, it looked like it was once some kind of industrial part company that made things for plumbers or something... Eric couldn't be sure, he drove taxi's.

Varya then pointed to damaged white van with darkened windows... probably the only part of the van that looked exspensive. Everything else suggested this would be a mistake.

"You can drive us if you like, it's just the one near Hentiok Gardens, I'm sure you know the fastest way that isn't on the main streets." She smiled again... one of the others, the man in the odd shirt with the eccentric look seemed a little on edge... every time someone made a loud noise near by he jerked slightly.

"Sure why not... I guess I drove in life I may as well drive in death" He said getting up to the drivers seat. It was at that point he saw the man with a simple black shirt pull out what looked to be a large pistol... he didn't know what type it was, but his complusory military training from his teen years said it was a something like a 10mm Automatic, exspensive and powerful.

"We're not going out to kill someone are we?" He asked Varya, who was now sitting up front with him.

"No, of course not... unless someone starts something... you've got to be prepared... you know?" With this, Eric started the Van and headed out to the location Varya had set... time to find John the Vampire... why couldn't he was a name like "Vlad" or something gothic, Eric put it down to simple time periods, after all, he was a vampire called Eric...

[Bump for small comments and lunchtime attention...]

just because

I feel like it

and that BLOODY MAP IS WRONG
:evil:

just because

I feel like it

and that BLOODY MAP IS WRONG
:evil:

Whine whine whine, you made a bad choice of threads to do this in and that post was before you told me to fix it... well I'll get around to it tonight but dammit, no one cares about who lives near me, becuase it's yet to become relavent to anyone.

bump for background to kains new thread...