Heart of the Beast
Bloody Roar/Vampire: The Masquerade/Werewolf: The Apocalypse
Part One
Written by The Doctor




DISCLAIMER

All Bloody Roar characters belong to Hudson, V:tM and W:tA belongs to White-Wolf Inc. Squall Leonhart belongs to Squaresoft, Brad Crawford belongs to Project Wei. Dhârien Greystone, Basara Leonhart, Kenshirou Kodachi (Yukiharu), Tanaka Kodachi (Seishirou Yukiharu) belong to me


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"There has been a recent rash of attacks caused by an unknown beast. The victims have been ex-sanguinated and sometimes vital blood-rich organs have been eaten out of them. This is not surprising however, because of certain unnatural zoanthropes have the craving for human flesh. But however, this case is not the work of unnatural zoanthropes."

The phone rang on and on, until a tired hand reached for the phone. A very cute young man with brown hair and a scar dotting the bridge of his nose picked up the stylish cordless on the nightstand.

"Hello?" He spoke in a very tired voice. "Basara? You know what time it is?" He looked at his alarm clock. "I see. Don't cry."

The young man stood up, knocking over an already shattered picture of a woman to the ground. The glass broke even more but the young man paid no heed to it. He walked to the window as rain fell on the Russian town, hearing his little brother sob on the phone. "I know, baby." He spoke softly and big-brotherly. "Try not to take it to heart, k? Always remember, big brother always loves you. Alright, Basara. Good night." He hung up the phone and sat down in the artistically crafted chair overlooking the city. Taking a cigarette from the table, he lit it and took a nice long drag then exhaled. Hearing the news playing behind him, the handsome Russian boy enjoyed the smoke in his hand and lounged in the chair. Overlooking the apartment was the cabin in which Peter the Great stayed in. Yes, he was in St. Petersburg, Russia.

He closed his eyes and went back to sleep, but something woke up him. Turning around, his tired cat's eyes focused in on the darkness.

"Who's there?"

There was no noise to speak of, no one replied, no answer. Just dead air. Then the stench of the grave hit his nostrils, violating them. Getting out of the seat, he growled as he retain cat-like features. "I warn you! I am Khan!!!"

Suddenly from out of nowhere a deformed man with a scarred face emerged from the shadows and snarled and hissed at the cat-boy. He gained claws and vampiric fangs. It lunged at the Russian Khan, making a blood-curdling shriek.



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Uriko Nonomura kicked the hackey-sack around for a while while waiting at the bus-stop. With her was an old man, a woman with 7 kids, and a teenage punk with blue and red hair. She accidentally kicked it out of the way, landing at the feet of someone unexpected. The man bent down to pick it up, he was uber, uber handsome. His hair was glossy and raven-black, his eyes were midnight blue and sparkling with life and wisdom of the ages, but they were somewhat hidden by tinted glasses. He wore a black button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves, a silver necklace with a strange amethyst cross as the pendant, black dress pants and black loafers. He was carrying with him a large black backpack with a Tony the Tiger and Lobo the Wolf keychains, but the Tony the Tiger keychain looked lik it recieved a handmade paint job because it was now white instead of the orange color the original spokesman for Kellog's Frosted Flakes.

"Did you drop this?" He smiled as he handed the hackey-sack back to Uriko. The 15-year-old girl stared dreamily into the handsome man's face, stars sparkled in her eyes.

"Uuughhhmmmmm...."

"Yoo-hoo." He waved his hand in front of her face. "The bus is here."

Snapping out of her bubble, Uriko saw that the bus had just arrived. She giggled sheepishly. "So it is!" She ran in forgetting about the hackey-sack. The man saw that he still had possession of the hackey-sack. "H-hey!! Miss!! Your cloth ball!!"

The bus already took off at this point, the man held the hackey-sack in his hand and sighed. "Oh well, Basara's kitten Boots will have hours of fun with this." He put it in his pocket and continued walking. He walked down the street until he arrived at a fancy chinese restaurant with a tiger costume out in the front handing fliers to people. He walked up to the man in the funny tiger costume and giggled. "Slow day, Long?"

The person removed the tiger mask and sighed. "I can't breathe in here, it's too stuffy."

The handsome man giggled and took a flier from Long's hands. "Two-for-one eggrolls special?" He quirked an eyebrow. "I don't get it."

"For the price of one eggroll appetizer, you get two."

"I know that. But the appetizer is only 99 cents."

"I know I know. It's what Grandpa wanted." Long sighed and put the hood back on. "I hate this thing."

"Put a fan in there."

"I can't put it in here... too big."

"Your funeral." The man handed Long a glass of ice water, smiling. "Good bye."

"Have a nice day."

The man walked into the prestigious school of theatrics and set his backpack aside, on the stage was a very beautiful young man with long white hair and wearing very Victorian-style clothes and his hair was styled in a very Victorian way. He was acting with another man, the Trials of Oscar Wilde, he of course was Lord Alfred Douglas. The young man was Oscar Wilde, the scene was Robert and Douglas trying to convince Oscar to leave the country and avoid the trial.

"Cut!" The director stood up, shouting at the cast. "You don't have sadness in your voice, Ross! Ross was a very emotional man!! Let's break for the day, I have a headache!"

The beauty stepped off the stage, but spotted in the darkness, the man in black. He smiled with glee and ran to the man, wrapping his arms around him. "Brad!"

"Oh Basara! You were wonderful!"

"That wasn't my best." Basara giggled delightly and escorted him to his dressing room. "I'll never be good as my brother."

"Rubbish. You are just as good as Squall." Brad sat down in the couch and let his lover plop his head on his lap.

"But Squall won two Tonys."

"Don't measure your accomplishments with useless statues." Brad smiled, stroking Basara's hair.

"I know. Oh Brad, you're so kind to me."

"You deserve nothing less."

Basara giggled and held Brad close. "Let's get something to eat afterward."

"Sure."


Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching them...




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