Disclaimers: I do NOT own Vampire: The masquerade. I'm only using its
terminology and clans. But ALL characters in this, along with the plot
line, are MINE! So please, no stealing. Also, I no make money off o dis. ^^
Enjoy!
Aubrey drummed his fingers rapidly on an empty barstool, his impatience getting the best of him. He stared at his *childe in boredom, wondering just when she would come out of her trance like state. Her laptop was balanced gently on her knees, fingers placed unmoving on the keyboard. She stared blankly at the screen, eyes flicking back and forth from time to time.
He quelled the urge to slam his fist into the bar top, knowing it would draw more attention than needed. Aubrey already felt annoyed about being in this place. He tended to avoid human bars unless he was going to feed, or maybe looking for a little 'fun.' This occasion called for neither. In a vampire bar they would be seen by too many prying eyes, and no doubt those damned Nosferatu would be lurking about in the shadows somewhere, dying for any little bit of information they could get their malformed hands on. Anyways, the place would be crawling with Camarilla incompetents.
He sighed and sat down on the bar stool, resting his arm on the counter top. Almost the instant his flesh made contact he jerked back sharply, as if stung. Aubrey looked down at the counter, an object he had failed to pay much attention to before now. It was on opaque black glass, polished to a mirror like shine. The Lasombra turned away uneasily, his discomfort apparent. Now he knew why Saya had refused to set her computer down. He just figured she was being difficult and in his rushed state hadn't taken the time to think otherwise. A soft click drug him out of his thoughts and he looked up at Saya. She had closed her laptop and returned it to her side bag. "Got it."
She smiled in a childlike manner and then snickered when she noticed how he was sitting. "Saw the counter huh?"
Aubrey narrowed his eyes and a low growl emitted from his throat, warning her not to push it. Says smiled and shrugged it off. She knew her *sire would do nothing more than show his disapproval at tiny insults, but would stand for little more. She did so cautiously, knowing what buttons she could push and get away with it. After spending countless millennia with a single person, one learns those things.
"So?" Aubrey prodded, "Where is it?"
Saya slid off her stool excitedly, "Egypt." She smiled with joy at the thought of her homeland.
He nodded, "Makes sense, though I figured it would have been moved after his death."
Saya fidgeted, apparently unable to keep still, "That's the great thing, it's still with his body!"
He raised an eyebrow, "His body? I'd think after all this time there'd be nothing left."
She shook her head, "He's not dead. He's immortal Aubrey; he's been in *Torpor awaiting his reawakening. And were going to be the ones to do it. Just think, we can actually talk to him, he can tell us all he's seen." She trailed off, grinning dreamily at the very prospect.
"What!?" Aubrey shouted, drawing a few curious onlookers and pulling Saya out of her fantasy. She frowned, but explained nonetheless.
"God himself gave him immortality and endowed him with the power to do his bidding, time would mean nothing to him."
He looked skeptic, "And you learned all of this off of the internet?"
She rolled her eyes, "of course not. I decoded an Egyptian text recently discovered by a group of archeologists. I hacked into their database and read it. Its ancient Samarian, guess what language I used to speak."
He nodded in acknowledgement and stood. He was a full two heads taller than the Egyptian girl, and pretty much dwarfed her in size when they stood next to each other. Saya tugged on his wrist like a small child would its mother, "Um.can I get something to eat before we leave?" she asked sheepishly. As if in response to her question her stomach growled loudly. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he nodded in the affirmative.
Saya forced her way into the throng of sweaty bodies, each swaying in its own rhythm to the hypnotic beat of the music. Her golden eyes scanned over the crowd like a hawks would, individually examining every form.
They rested upon a lean man, probably around his late 20's. She grinned and moved strategically through the mass of flesh, only pausing in front of him. She locked eyes with her target and he immediately stopped moving. "Come," she muttered, motioning him forward. He did as he was told and followed her over to where Aubrey was.
Saya smiled happily, took Aubreys hand, and proceeded to leave the club. The man followed as well and didn't stop until Saya relinquished her hold on his mind a couple miles down the road.
He blinked and looked around, confused. "W-where am I? How did I get here?" he stuttered in utter bafflement. He spotted Saya and her not-too-friendly looking companion. "Who are you? And why am I here?"
Saya cocked her head and grinned, "Don't you remember? You decided to join me for dinner."
He raised an eyebrow, "I did?"
She nodded, "Yes, you did." She sauntered over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in place. He squirmed in surprise at her strength, and let out a yelp as she elongated her fangs and sank them into the soft flesh at the base oh his neck. She drained him quickly and dropped his lifeless body like a discarded toy. "All done!"
Aubrey grinned and moved over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I can see that." He licked the excess blood from her lips playfully and tugged on her to start walking.
Her computer bag bounced gently at her side as they walked. "So.are we catching the next flight to Egypt?"
Aubrey snorted, "Sure, if you fancy barbeque. Ill make sure you get a window seat."
She pursed her lower lip in a mock pout, "You know what I meant."
He leaned over and bit her protruding bottom lip and growled. Saya grinned and kissed him. "You're forgiven."
He shook his head and smiled, "I'll make a couple calls, well leave tomorrow morning
Her jaw dropped and she rapped on his head with her knuckles, "Have you gone daft? Well burn!"
He swatted her hand away in annoyance. "Don't you think I know that? I have ways of getting us there. Anyways, we need to get there at night. While its day here, its night there."
Saya sighed, "I know that, I'm not stupid."
Aubrey looked at his watch, "Come on, we have to get back to the house. While you sleep Ill call my contacts." She nodded in agreement, anxious to start moving. Like all kindred, she had a built in alarm clock that alerted her when the sun was about to rise. Hers was going off.
"Aubrey, lets use the sewers. It'll be quicker." She said nervously, glancing at the horizon.
"No, too much vermin living down there." She knew he didn't mean the rats, but at this point she couldn't see any other way. Even the speed of the immortal could not outrun the harsh rays of the sun.
Authors Note: Well? Any good? Please R&R! I really want feedback. If I don't get any good then Ill stop, I only did this out of boredom in school. 1.Childe: someone a vampire has turned from human to one of the undead 2.Sire: whoever turned a human, becomes that certain vampires sire. 3.Torpor: A vampiric sleep that can last days, months, or centuries.
Aubrey drummed his fingers rapidly on an empty barstool, his impatience getting the best of him. He stared at his *childe in boredom, wondering just when she would come out of her trance like state. Her laptop was balanced gently on her knees, fingers placed unmoving on the keyboard. She stared blankly at the screen, eyes flicking back and forth from time to time.
He quelled the urge to slam his fist into the bar top, knowing it would draw more attention than needed. Aubrey already felt annoyed about being in this place. He tended to avoid human bars unless he was going to feed, or maybe looking for a little 'fun.' This occasion called for neither. In a vampire bar they would be seen by too many prying eyes, and no doubt those damned Nosferatu would be lurking about in the shadows somewhere, dying for any little bit of information they could get their malformed hands on. Anyways, the place would be crawling with Camarilla incompetents.
He sighed and sat down on the bar stool, resting his arm on the counter top. Almost the instant his flesh made contact he jerked back sharply, as if stung. Aubrey looked down at the counter, an object he had failed to pay much attention to before now. It was on opaque black glass, polished to a mirror like shine. The Lasombra turned away uneasily, his discomfort apparent. Now he knew why Saya had refused to set her computer down. He just figured she was being difficult and in his rushed state hadn't taken the time to think otherwise. A soft click drug him out of his thoughts and he looked up at Saya. She had closed her laptop and returned it to her side bag. "Got it."
She smiled in a childlike manner and then snickered when she noticed how he was sitting. "Saw the counter huh?"
Aubrey narrowed his eyes and a low growl emitted from his throat, warning her not to push it. Says smiled and shrugged it off. She knew her *sire would do nothing more than show his disapproval at tiny insults, but would stand for little more. She did so cautiously, knowing what buttons she could push and get away with it. After spending countless millennia with a single person, one learns those things.
"So?" Aubrey prodded, "Where is it?"
Saya slid off her stool excitedly, "Egypt." She smiled with joy at the thought of her homeland.
He nodded, "Makes sense, though I figured it would have been moved after his death."
Saya fidgeted, apparently unable to keep still, "That's the great thing, it's still with his body!"
He raised an eyebrow, "His body? I'd think after all this time there'd be nothing left."
She shook her head, "He's not dead. He's immortal Aubrey; he's been in *Torpor awaiting his reawakening. And were going to be the ones to do it. Just think, we can actually talk to him, he can tell us all he's seen." She trailed off, grinning dreamily at the very prospect.
"What!?" Aubrey shouted, drawing a few curious onlookers and pulling Saya out of her fantasy. She frowned, but explained nonetheless.
"God himself gave him immortality and endowed him with the power to do his bidding, time would mean nothing to him."
He looked skeptic, "And you learned all of this off of the internet?"
She rolled her eyes, "of course not. I decoded an Egyptian text recently discovered by a group of archeologists. I hacked into their database and read it. Its ancient Samarian, guess what language I used to speak."
He nodded in acknowledgement and stood. He was a full two heads taller than the Egyptian girl, and pretty much dwarfed her in size when they stood next to each other. Saya tugged on his wrist like a small child would its mother, "Um.can I get something to eat before we leave?" she asked sheepishly. As if in response to her question her stomach growled loudly. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he nodded in the affirmative.
Saya forced her way into the throng of sweaty bodies, each swaying in its own rhythm to the hypnotic beat of the music. Her golden eyes scanned over the crowd like a hawks would, individually examining every form.
They rested upon a lean man, probably around his late 20's. She grinned and moved strategically through the mass of flesh, only pausing in front of him. She locked eyes with her target and he immediately stopped moving. "Come," she muttered, motioning him forward. He did as he was told and followed her over to where Aubrey was.
Saya smiled happily, took Aubreys hand, and proceeded to leave the club. The man followed as well and didn't stop until Saya relinquished her hold on his mind a couple miles down the road.
He blinked and looked around, confused. "W-where am I? How did I get here?" he stuttered in utter bafflement. He spotted Saya and her not-too-friendly looking companion. "Who are you? And why am I here?"
Saya cocked her head and grinned, "Don't you remember? You decided to join me for dinner."
He raised an eyebrow, "I did?"
She nodded, "Yes, you did." She sauntered over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in place. He squirmed in surprise at her strength, and let out a yelp as she elongated her fangs and sank them into the soft flesh at the base oh his neck. She drained him quickly and dropped his lifeless body like a discarded toy. "All done!"
Aubrey grinned and moved over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I can see that." He licked the excess blood from her lips playfully and tugged on her to start walking.
Her computer bag bounced gently at her side as they walked. "So.are we catching the next flight to Egypt?"
Aubrey snorted, "Sure, if you fancy barbeque. Ill make sure you get a window seat."
She pursed her lower lip in a mock pout, "You know what I meant."
He leaned over and bit her protruding bottom lip and growled. Saya grinned and kissed him. "You're forgiven."
He shook his head and smiled, "I'll make a couple calls, well leave tomorrow morning
Her jaw dropped and she rapped on his head with her knuckles, "Have you gone daft? Well burn!"
He swatted her hand away in annoyance. "Don't you think I know that? I have ways of getting us there. Anyways, we need to get there at night. While its day here, its night there."
Saya sighed, "I know that, I'm not stupid."
Aubrey looked at his watch, "Come on, we have to get back to the house. While you sleep Ill call my contacts." She nodded in agreement, anxious to start moving. Like all kindred, she had a built in alarm clock that alerted her when the sun was about to rise. Hers was going off.
"Aubrey, lets use the sewers. It'll be quicker." She said nervously, glancing at the horizon.
"No, too much vermin living down there." She knew he didn't mean the rats, but at this point she couldn't see any other way. Even the speed of the immortal could not outrun the harsh rays of the sun.
Authors Note: Well? Any good? Please R&R! I really want feedback. If I don't get any good then Ill stop, I only did this out of boredom in school. 1.Childe: someone a vampire has turned from human to one of the undead 2.Sire: whoever turned a human, becomes that certain vampires sire. 3.Torpor: A vampiric sleep that can last days, months, or centuries.