DISCLAIMER - We do not own White Wolf. We wish. Anyways, we don't
need to say this, but we don't own Vampire either. That, also, would
be cool.**sighs** And, as the disclaimer in the book says, YOU ARE
NOT A VAMPIRE.We wish.Again.**sulks**
Characters - Rae, female, Gangrel.
Don, male, Gangrel
Shade, male, Malkavian.
Prologue
It's 1904, and a very warm summer night in Ireland. A lone traveler wrapped in a cloak trudges his way up a hill, to a path leading to an old castle. He stops, and raises his head looking back. He's a young man, probably only about 17. The hair is long, it hasn't been cut in a long time, it reaches his shoulders. It's as red as a flame, and he's got dark eyes, almost black. His skin is pale, as though he's been inside all his life. Seeing nothing, he continues on his way. Again he stops, this time drawing out his gun. Three large figures run towards him, and before he can shoot a single bullet, he feels something hit him at the back of his head, and all he knows is silent darkness.
Present day, somewhere in Europe..
"Another quiet night, my dear, as quiet as a city can get." A tall teen looked from his reflection in a small puddle. He laughs mirthlessly, and splashes the water on his face, destroying his reflection. He turns to look at his victim, a young girl tied to a tree. The white gag tied to her head is stained with blood. She struggles against her bonds, only to receive a blow to her stomach. Crying softly, she raises her eyes to meet the dark ones of her captor. "You thought vampires couldn't cast a reflection, could you? Wrong, so wrong.STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT!" the young man grabs her neck and smells her hair. "So beautiful.So young." He sinks his teeth into her neck, and the Beast overtakes him, and all his senses are gone, he has only one thought. To feed, on blood.
Characters - Rae, female, Gangrel.
Don, male, Gangrel
Shade, male, Malkavian.
Prologue
It's 1904, and a very warm summer night in Ireland. A lone traveler wrapped in a cloak trudges his way up a hill, to a path leading to an old castle. He stops, and raises his head looking back. He's a young man, probably only about 17. The hair is long, it hasn't been cut in a long time, it reaches his shoulders. It's as red as a flame, and he's got dark eyes, almost black. His skin is pale, as though he's been inside all his life. Seeing nothing, he continues on his way. Again he stops, this time drawing out his gun. Three large figures run towards him, and before he can shoot a single bullet, he feels something hit him at the back of his head, and all he knows is silent darkness.
Present day, somewhere in Europe..
"Another quiet night, my dear, as quiet as a city can get." A tall teen looked from his reflection in a small puddle. He laughs mirthlessly, and splashes the water on his face, destroying his reflection. He turns to look at his victim, a young girl tied to a tree. The white gag tied to her head is stained with blood. She struggles against her bonds, only to receive a blow to her stomach. Crying softly, she raises her eyes to meet the dark ones of her captor. "You thought vampires couldn't cast a reflection, could you? Wrong, so wrong.STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT!" the young man grabs her neck and smells her hair. "So beautiful.So young." He sinks his teeth into her neck, and the Beast overtakes him, and all his senses are gone, he has only one thought. To feed, on blood.