This is intended to be a reimagining of the entire Kindred the Embraced television show, starting from the beginning and taking a very different overall path. I do not own any of Kindred the Embraced and since I will also be drawing heavily from the Vampire the Masquerade mythology published by White Wolf I wil also say that I don't own any of their ideas either.
This is my first post and I will be attempting to update it once a week, any comments, criticisms, critiques would be most apperciated. So without further ado… Kindred Blood Saga.
The Unfortunate Demise of Stevie Ray
Stevie Ray ran, "Damn, after all these years," the thought was both panic and regret. He glanced back; they were there, all five of them. "Shit!" He glanced down at the gaping hole that the prick with a shotgun had blasted in his side. Stevie Ray grimaced, the wound which had flowed freely only minutes earlier had slowed to a trickle, the blood flowing from him and as it did his strength ebbed away as well. This was bad, he had to make it back to the Prince's manor, if he holed up somewhere before dawn that bastard's ghouls would hunt him down while he was at his most vulnerable. Stevie Ray made a fist and shoved it hard into the wound hoping to buy himself more time. The sky to the east had begun to lighten, sunrise was almost on them. Stevie Ray turned from 1st street into Butler Park, the street lamps still burned maybe he could find a quiet spot to get out of the sun if he could shake these bastards. Benches, trashcans, and picnic tables rushed past him in his peripheral vision, no hiding spots presented themselves, he turned from the path, he was slowing and they were gaining on him. His shoes slipped on the dew slick grass and as he stumbled they were on him. One at each arm, another at each leg, he fought and writhed, but his strength had leaked out with the blood. The four at his limbs lifted him onto a picnic table while the fifth, the smug looking little bastard that had shot him pulled a long stake from his too trendy overcoat.
Stevie Ray struggled to the last instant when the punk sunk the stake into his heart, "This is what happens when you meddle in business too big for you," the punk sneered before taking off to find shelter from the rapidly rising sun. Stevie Ray laid on the rough surface of the table, the shard of wood piercing his heart holding him totally immobile. He couldn't move, pity he could still feel, he made a mental note of the face of the one that had staked him, he decided that he would look up the little bastard when the Prince sent him to hell, and maybe pay him back a little of the debt he had wracked up tonight. As the sun rose Stevie Ray felt the little bit of blood that remained in his body begin to heat, and the to boil, his mind screamed it's agony as his whole body burst into flame and did not quiet again until death swept over him.
The five pursuers of Stevie Ray all sought shelter in a nearby building and called their boss. A car with blacked out windows met them on the bottom floor of the buildings parking garage. Fighting sun coma they all piled in to the car, a large figure sat on the seat facing them, his broad face and muscled form was unmistakable.
"He's dead." It was less of a question than a command.
"Yes, Sir a real crispy critter."
"Well done Marcus, well done boys. The car will drop us off at my Haven, where we'll discuss what to tell the Prince after sundown. Marcus, you are sure no one saw you?"
"Of course, Sir, not a soul up this ungodly hour." Marcus's reply was sluggish and apathetic, he was young and the sun coma was strong, the large figure smiled at their feebleness then relaxed, tomorrow night would be a test for him, and he intended to be well rested to meet the challenge.