Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines

Sweet Bloody Insanity

Chapter 1:

Welcome to Santa Monica

"Ekaterina Duponte, Katt, Katty, Kitty Katt, E.K.A.T.E.R.I.N.A, Kitty, Katt." I purred through my fangs as I lay on the bed in my new apartment, courtesy of Monsieur Lacroix.

It was a cesspit, a stinking shit hole that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. I was used to the best money could buy, my family were the Hamilton – Jones's, wealthy and influential, powerful. They wouldn't tolerate this, how could I tell them I was a bloody bloodsucking fiend. The prince, the jester prince, sat in his evil tower of blood said I had to lose all contact with everyone I had ever known in life. It was their law. What complete and utter crap, I want to go home to Fluffy and Chichi, my pets, and mother and father, even those little brats I called my brothers and sisters, but no, it was all gone now, I had to start again. What about university, I was going to be a doctor, strangely enough, a psychiatrist. And now this, completely out of my tiny mind, voices, voices everywhere.

Kitty Katt's dead, Kitty Katt's dead, Beware the jester prince, prince of lies, liar, liar, liar, kill you he will, kill you, kill you again. Beware the wicked prince in his bloody tower, he plays a wicked game, all pawns on a chess board you are.

"Be quiet you bastards, I'm trying to think." I shouted as the voices began taunting me. Of all the damn vampires to get bitten by I had to get the craziest son of a bitch in the city.

Daughter of Malkav, sweet child of Malkav, Kitty Katt, sweet little Kitty Katt, the blood is calling, must feed Kitty, you must feed. Drink sweetie, must sate the thirst, blood for the little bloodsucker, blood for Kitty, blood for Katty, blood, blood, blood, blood, drink you stupid little bloodsucking lunatic, drink, drink, drink.

"Ahhh, be quiet, voices. You're not real." I screamed at the top of my voice, which brought a torrent of abusive language from the apartments around me, what a lovely place I had been given.

Bitch, Harlot, Whore, Wench, Skank, Slut, Tart, Tramp. Feed us Kitty Katt, feed us, feed us, we need the blood, blood, blood, blood, feed, feed, wicked, cruel, nasty, skanky whore, feed us, feed us. We hate you Kitty, hate you for starving us, hate you, loathe you, whore spawned harlot, sweet child of Malkav, we love you Katty, please feed us, please Katty, please Kitty.

"I'll feed when I'm ready you fucking bastards, leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone. Get the hell out of my head. Don't leave me, please don't go, I need you." A single red tear rolled down my cheek, which I brushed away with my finger and licked the blood away.

What was I to do next, I just wasn't ready for this, I wanted my life back. Poodles and dolls, and playground swings. Building sand castles on the beach, listening to country music on the radio, watching MTV. Biting the throats of innocent strangers, letting the blood flow freely, feeling it trickle down my throat and spread throughout my body. I had fed earlier that night, first on some drunk and then on a vagrant, all thanks to the laughing one, laughing jack, the wily old wolf, was his interest in me anyway. It had felt wonderful, like nothing else could ever come close to feeding, the blood was everything, even sex came a poor second to the blood. Oh god, what about sex, did vampires still have sex, why is their no one here to tell me these things. I want to go home. I miss mommy and daddy, and my pups, I want to go home. I want to feast on blood, drink it down until I can't drink anymore, feel the desperate pleas of my victim as he begs for his life, and watch the life ebb away as I drain him of every last drop.

Bad vampire, bad little bloodsucker, oh the inhumanity, crazed mindless beast you will become, vicious, terrible predator. Don't kill them Kitty Katt, don't kill them or they'll haunt you for sure, bad Kitty, bad Kitty. Always leave a drop or two for later, don't kill or the beast will take over, beware the beast, beware the beast, Kitty Katt.

"Alright, I'll not kill them. Just be quiet will you. Is it always going to be like this?" I asked myself, dreading the answer I really didn't want to hear. Nothing, complete silence. The voices had stopped for now.

I had to decide what I was going to do next. I couldn't just lie here all night thinking crazy thoughts, although that seemed to come with the vampire part. Wasn't much I could do about it. I needed to find out what was going on in Santa Monica, were there others like me. I suppose I could check the computer and see if there was anything on it for me. I should have a search around the place as well, see if there is anything useful, though judging by the state of the place I'd say it was unlikely.

What was I going to do for clothes, all my beautiful things that I couldn't get to? Maybe I would get a cab and go to my place to pick some things up, was that allowed. I didn't want to get myself in any trouble. I'd seen what happens to those who cross the jester prince.

It wasn't fair, I was only twenty three, I wasn't supposed to die, it's not bloody fair. I stood up and walked over to the window. I lifted the blinds and looked down into the street below, the people coming and going seemed like little insignificant ants, blood bags, meals on legs, prey. Was this it from now on, would I think of everyone as a potential meal? I don't think I could bare it, and then it hit me, what about Matt. We were going to get married next year, I hadn't even thought about him since I'd been bitten.

Gone forever, gone, gone, gone, Matt's gone, he'll meet someone else, bastard, you trusted him and he's screwing someone else, I bet it's Samantha, Matt and Samantha, screwing behind your back, screwing when you were out.

"Fuck you, they would never cheat on me, bastards, leave me alone." I cried in despair, I didn't want to believe it, but could it be true. He was my sweetie, she was my best friend since we were toddlers, they wouldn't do that to me, never, never, never, bastard voices, bastards, I hate you, I hate you.

I was just getting paranoid, but it could happen now. When I don't go home they'll look to each other for comfort. What if they get married, bastards, treacherous bastards, I'll kill them if they betray me. I'll drain them dry. I could feel the beast rising inside me and knew I had to calm down and think rationally, as much as I could in my delicate state of mind. I'd seen what the beast could do to a vampire, those Sabbat bastards had been a fine example of what vampires become if they step over the line.

I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I was shocked to see how deathly white I had become. I stood just over 5' 10" tall, weighed 170lbs and was built like an athlete, if I do say so myself. I was fit; at least I had been when I was alive. Soccer, tennis, badminton, karate, and a whole list of other sports which I fit in around my busy life. And what was the point now, it wasn't like a healthy diet would make me live any longer now. I ran my hands over my hair, long straight and jet black, tied back in a ponytail. I let my fingertips wander down my finely chiselled features. I wondered how people would see me now, would they know I was a vampire, the thought sent a nervous shiver down my spine.

Katty, little Kitty, it's time to come out and play. Don't play with your food, girl, let's play hunt the blood bag. Can you feel it calling, Kitty Katt, can you feel the shear ravenous urge to indulge yourself and feed. It's calling you Kitty, come on Katty, feed, feed, feed, feed bitch, feed.

I screamed and continued to scream for the next five minutes trying to drown out the voices. All I got for my trouble was more verbal abuse than I'd ever heard in my life. I cried tears of blood until my white face was a mess of makeup and blood. I picked up a cloth and scrubbed my face clean, until it was free of both blood and makeup. My head swam with the constant chattering of voices, although I could make out some of what was said, there was plenty more that was just garbled nonsense. I felt like smashing something, anything that would make the voices go away, but nothing would help, I was doomed to an eternity of insanity.

Beware the black hearted twins of evil.

"What's that supposed to mean you fucking annoying piece of shit, what goddamn twins." I shouted at no one in particular, indeed it was an empty room except for myself, the next thing I would be talking to myself.

A lonely path this troubled one must take alone, a destiny that must be followed, a …

"To hell with this, I'll check the computer and then go and see if I can't find a bite to eat, or should that be to drink. Well whichever it is, those damn voices won't be satisfied until I've tasted blood, preferably something better than a sewer crawling bum.

I looked like a real slut, low cut blouse, mini skirt. It didn't leave much to the imagination. I needed clothes and I needed them now. Not that I was going to get cold, at least I didn't think so, do the dead feel the cold. I guess I'd find out sooner or later.

We're watching you Kitty Katt, we can see you, whore, shameless hussy, calling to you they are, new blood, they like new blood, your blood Katty. The blood calls to them, Malkav to Malkav, twins of evil, lovely as a summer flower, deadly as death itself, calling they are, go see the twins of evil, one white, one black, both dark of heart and …

"For god's sake be quiet, it's my damn head now be quiet." I complained bitterly, knowing it would do nothing to stop the ceaseless chattering that shattered my sanity.

I checked the note on the desk. It was from Lacroix's contact, Mercurio. The password for the computer was 'sunrise' obviously someone's idea of a sick joke. There was also some kind of cryptic message from someone called Strauss. I'm to find him whenever I reach Downtown.

I typed in the password and waited for my e-mails to come up. There was one from the prince, telling me to go and visit Mercurio. There was a welcome message from Mercurio telling me to call in on him at 24 Main Street in Santa Monica. Another strange message about a pawn being moved, for a guess I'm the pawn. Another message from some kind of agency and another for penis enlargement, who sends this shit out.

I searched the apartment for anything of any use. Mercurio had left me $100, wow big spender. I was used to dealing in at least four noughts. And that was another thing; I was set to inherit over 500 million dollars, what would happen to it now. Damn that bastard. I'll show you heaven he said, more like hell you fucking worthless piece of shit, god rot his damned soul.

I found three blood bags in the fridge. I'll save them for emergencies. Time to go and drain a few veins. I picked up my keys, walked to the door and let myself out, locking it behind me. Although I seriously doubt any self respecting thief would be seen dead in a place like this. I walked down the stairs and moments later I was stood outside in the cold night air. The chill didn't seem to bother me. I guess I couldn't get much colder than dead. A stinking vagrant staggered drunkenly in the alleyway, time for another feed.

Kill him, Kitty Katt.

Don't listen Katty, never kill.

Kill him, kill him, he's just a worthless bum.

Don't do it Kitty.

Listen to me, Kitty Katt.

No, listen to us Katt.

No, listen to us Kitty, here little Kitty, a nice saucer of blood, there, there good Kitty, nice Kitty.

I turned to the door and slammed my head into it as hard as I could. My head didn't even bleed and I could barely feel anything, no pain, no dizziness. I would have welcomed them but there was just a dull sensation of nothingness. I slammed my face as hard as I could into the door, but the voices continued.

Chittering, chattering, squealing, whispering, shouting, mumbling, cursing, always cursing, I turned to the bum, anger rising in me, the beast wanted to come out and play. With a steady confident swagger, I walked over to the bum and would taste him, just because I could, there were more delicate and refined vintages out there and I would have my fill before the night was over.