A/N: OK, this is my first "official fic." So criticism, and tips are very welcome. :) I would very much like to be able to improve on writing my stories, and have never had anybody to look over them before.

--Also I did some minor editing on this chapter since I learned a little HTML. Woot!! So now I have the lines instead of dotted lines, separating the sections. Also I found some minor grammatical things that I had fixed.

Plz enjoy.

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own any White Wolf products, I just enjoy playing the games, and writing about what happens during the game sessions.

Prologue

Rhiannon awoke with a start, in a cold sweat and breathing very rapidly.

"It was that damn nightmare again..."(1) she says, as she puts her face into her hands. After looking around at her small apartment, she gets out of bed, and proceeds to the bathroom. Along the way she has to step over the open books, and cloths that litter her apartment, "God, finals are killing me..." she whines to herself, as she turns on the water to the shower. About a half an hour later, she finishes and dresses into a long black skirt, black turtle neck, and her black knee high boots. Pulling her hair back she looks into the mirror in the bathroom, "One more to go..."

She looks at her gold ankh earrings for a moment as they dangle from her ears. "..Not to mention I have work tonight." She sighs, and begins to leave her tiny studio apartment, glancing at the clock, 6:30 pm.

"Shit, I better not be late for class tonight!" Rhiannon curses to herself as she rushes out.

The chilling bite of winter stings into her lungs as she goes outside. "Damn it's cold.' She rubs her hands together. 'But what-else can you expect from Portland in the winter?" She says flagging down a taxi and goes to school.

Evan leans up against the wall of what seems to be a rundown apartment. His left arm in pain, blood trickling down it, from the bullet wound in his shoulder. Breathing steadily and scared shit-less, yet, at the same time, always the lover of a good thrill, and this gunfight was most definitely that.

In the living room past the hallway, await six bikers screaming out vulgarities toward Evan, with a spray of bullets form their guns.

Taking his time, Evan painfully begins to fully load his shotgun, so he has plenty to give out to his guests.

With his gun fully loaded, Evan takes a deep breath and turns the corner...

He awakens from a dead sleep, with two Siberian Huskies jumping on top of the bed, licking away at his face.

"Alright boys, I'm up!" he says laughing.

As he slowly sits up, both the Huskies jump off the bed, one heading out of the bedroom door, and the other just sits and waits, looking up at Evan. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, Evan begins to rub his neck, "What a night last night... that asshole at the club was really wanting to get his ass beat."

Evan worked as a bouncer at the middle classed club, Cobalt Royale. Laid back as can be, few decided to try anything funny while on his shift; otherwise they found themselves battered and thrown out.

Evan puts on a pair of jeans and a white tank top, then slowly makes his way into the kitchen pondering on the events of the previous night.

-Flashback-

It was a normal night for the most part; until the last few hours of the night came around... At the bar, a biker had been drinking rather heavily all night, but just kept to himself most of the time. However, Evan began to noticed that the biker's eyes kept wandering all over Rhiannon. Upon catching him doing so quite a few times, Evan decided to keep an eye on him, and moved in closer to the bar just in-case. Evan was right to have moved closer; once the last hour had come about, the biker called Riannon over.

Now this guy was 6'0", he had black hair and a short beard, with what looked to be a knife scar on his right cheek. He wore the stereotypical leather biker outfit, with the back of his jacket showing him off as being a part of the, Night Dogs biker gang. Evan had heard stories of these guys, but wasn't worried in the least.

Noticing two of the guy's other biker friends, on the other end of the bar, Evan began to slowly move in closer.

Rhiannon walked up to the guy, just thinking he was gonna order yet another beer, when suddenly he grabbed her arms and started pulling her closer to him, trying and kiss her.

Evan didn't hesitate to act, within the blink of an eye he had grabbed the biker from behind, then hauled him off of Rhiannon and the bar stool he was on; then began dragging him outside.

The biker didn't react much until they got outside. Then he pulled out a knife and tried to stab Evan. Having been in quite a few fights in the past, a knife didn't even phase him. In fact, it made things a little more fun, in Evan's opinion.

The biker thrust at him, Evan just stepped to the side, and smashed the biker's hand with his fist; causing the biker to lose his grip on the knife. As he began to look up from his hand, Evan gave him one good solid uppercut to the chin. Knocking him out before he had even hit the ground.

Unknown to Evan, the other two bikers were about to jump him, but the other bouncers had gotten a hold of them before they could do anything.

Looking at the two bikers, "Take your friend, and don't come back. We don't need your kind of trouble insulting us or the other attendants."

The two bikers gathered up their friend, and as they were leaving they gave Evan a look like, "watch your back".

-End flashback-

Evan gets to the kitchen, opens up one of the cupboards, and grabs some dog treats. Both of the Huskies, tails wagging away, wait patiently for their treats, until Evan finally turns around and throws out a few treats to the both of them. "Well boys, I best get ready for another long night at the club." Evan walks away, leaving his dogs munching away on the treats, to go shower and prepare for the evening to come.

After school Rhiannon flags down a taxi and goes to work.

The taxi pulls up in front of Cobalt Royale, the night club she waitressed at part time.

She pays the taxi and walks up, to the front door, where there is a line outside of people waiting to get in.

"Hey." Evan says as he lets Rhiannon in.

"Hey you! Busy tonight?" She asks as she gives Evan a hug.

Evan was the closest thing to family Rhiannon ever had. He was like a protective big brother, and boy was this guy big.

Evan was 6'3", had straight brown hair that went to the bottom of his neck. Brown eyes and a nice golden brown tan, and very well built. It was very obvious to the casual looker, that this guy was ripped; and boy did Evan have quite the few casual lookers. Especially of the female persuasion. Which tended to get him into a little trouble occasionally... well... if you consider constant one-night-stands trouble. Needless to say, he could have easily have been a male model if he wanted to.

Then there was Rhiannon. 5'5", slender, yet, with a good C cup bust, a decent figure, not pretty, but not ugly either, more average than anything. Both the Mexican and Japanese genes were very much apparent in her. She had long straight black hair that went to her waist, and dark brown eyes.

After work every night he would walk with her to get a taxi or wait for the bus. Evan had offered to drive her a few times before,but she refused, due to the fact that he lived in the complete opposite direction.

Evan shrugs, "It's a Friday."

Rhiannon smiles at him, runs to the back, then clocks in and moves on to working.

A/N: So that was just a quick back story. Things will begin to get a lot more interesting next chapter I promise. :P

(1) Rhiannon suffers from constant nightmares. For details on these re-occurring nightmares check out "Rhiannon's Nightmares" in my story list.

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