Gangrel's first fight after dumping Luna was marred by only one thing

Luna had insisted on Gangrel taking care of her sixteen-year-old daughter, who she never called by her name. It was always "that kid." Luna had explained, in very calm, reasonable tones, that she didn't have any money now that she was out of the WWF; and Gangrel had plenty of money; and that she couldn't provide a good life for her daughter with the little money she had now, she had to work on getting her own life back together instead; that "the kid" wasn't really any trouble at all and all Gangrel had to do was make sure she didn't burn the house down, she was sixteen, after all; and that if Gangrel didn't take the kid, Luna would harass him until he did.

That made perfect sense to Gangrel. So he took the kid.

The kid was slumped in the front seat of Gangrel's convertible. She was tall and skinny, and weird-looking. She had long, tangled, white-blond hair, and weird big eyes that were green on the outside of the iris and faded to white around the pupil. She had dusky skin that didn't go with her albino hair and eyes at all, and big full lips that she had put green lipstick on. (That was a little weird, even for Gangrel.)

She was wearing an ancient whitish feather boa that had apparently belonged to Luna at one time, but had seen much better days. She had on a huge black leather jacket, and a weird blue frilly bra under it that was too big for her. She was wearing pantaloon pants that were made out of denim that was severely faded, and heavy enough to double as plywood. They were badly ripped; more like a denim net than a pair of pants. She also had on a pair of high platform shoes that had lost the heels. They were hot pink leather, and both of the zippers were broken.

Gangrel started the car. "You had better buckle up," he told the kid.

The kid stared at him. She slowly reached over to the seatbelt, and buckled it up without ever taking her eyes off of him.

Gangrel shuddered involuntarily. This kid was just plain weird.

They rode in silence for a while. The kid stared out the window for most of the trip.

Gangrel turned the radio on. The kid glared at him for a moment, then went back to staring out the window.

Gangrel started singing quietly to the song on the radio. "My boyfriend's back, dah dum dah dum…Hey la, hey la, dah dum…"

The song ended. The DJs had a few moments of stupid banter. Then a commercial came on for WWF Smackdown.

Gangrel turned it up a little. He told the kid, "See, this is what I do for a living."

The kid reached over and turned the radio off.

Gangrel stared at her. "What'd you do that for?"

The kid looked straight ahead. "Psyche Luna."

Gangrel blinked. "Wha-a-at?"

The kid looked back at him. She pointed at herself. "Psyche Luna."

Gangrel shrugged. "Okay. You're Psyche Luna."

The girl smiled slightly.