Los Angeles

Los Angeles

C&C investment building

April 9th

12:39 pm

Connor stood, his hand Chained behind his back, looking at the man sitting in his boss's old chair. "Connor you know, this transition doesn't have to be difficult for you."

Connors lips curled in a savage smile.

"Doesn't have to be hard, you killed most of my men and ran off the ones that you didn't, what was that other thing hmmm let me think…. O yea you stuck by sire's head on a fucking pole in your trophy room."

The man smiled a smiled reserved for children who were throwing a temper tantrum "That was just business you're the best soldier that Cain had. I could use a man like you in controlling L.A. The Game we immortals play is perilous as your sire unfortunately learned." Connor's face darkened with hatred "Bite me DeGaulle"

"I do hope you change your mind"

"Not likely "

DeGaulle sighed "Well you know what this means don't you"

"Yea I know my head gets to join my sire's in your trophy room"

"I'm afraid so but in my benevolence I'll give you until tomorrow night to change your mind"

Connor's rage reached its boiling point with fangs bared he lunged at the man who kill his master. Weakened from his lack of feeding and the extended fighting to stop DeGaulle's men, he only made it half way to him before a guard punched him in the stomach. As Connor stumbled backwards DeGaulle smiled again.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen a week a go you could have ripped my throat out with no more effort than it takes to walk a cross this room" he walked out from behind his desk and delivered a devastating punch to Connors already bruised midsection. "Now hear me .Vampire, Cain is dead and I. now. The. King. of. This. City. " He delivered a monstrous hit with every word.

Connor only glared through the blood running down his face "You might rule but you are no king" with that he lunged with all the strength he had caching DeGaulle under the chin. In one swift move Connor got his feet and ran to the window and jumped.

With his hands chained behind his back there was nothing he could do to slow his descent to the L.A. streets below. He hit the ground harder than he had hoped and started running towards his haven in Griffith Park at full speed calling on every last bit of energy he had he made it to the shack in the center of the park. He entered and found it as it was left a small fridge and a cot that had seen better day .Calling on what little strength he had remaining he pulled on the hand cuffs restraining his wrists. Looking down at his wrists he saw the blood running down, were the cuffs had cut him. Going to the small fridge he got a blood pack and started to feed. He drank with desperation as the wounds on his body quickly healed. Grabbing the bag under a little bed, he looked through it.

Inside were two grand in cash, a change of clothes and a .50 caliber desert eagle and two extra lips. Looking though one of the outside pockets he found the keys to a car parked down the road.

Connor smiled Cain had set this place up in case things got bad and they needed to get out of town fast .The smile disappeared when he thought of his mentor's fate. Grabbing the bag he .Went to the car and hit the road going east. He was going to the one place he knew he'd be safe, New York and Jack.