:Journal entry--12/10/95:
I have come a long ways from being the shy and innocent little
girl, who took all the shit that her parents put out. That all changed
after I started to have these strange dreams. A few nights after the
dreams started, my brother shows up. The last time I had seen him was
when I was five so it was a big surprise, on my part, when he told me he
was my brother. Jake, that's his name, took me to a small secluded place
in the woods where he gave me another surprise. He knew about my dreams!
He even knew what they meant. I begged him to tell me what the meanings
were and finally he relented. Later I found out that he was going to tell
me anyway. He told me I was a Garou. I couldn't believe it at first. I
mean I always knew I was different in some way or another but to be a
werewolf was kinda taking it to the extreme. He told me to stand back
so that he could prove it. I did. I watched as he started growling and
slowly a change took over his body. He started growing from his almost
six foot height till he was nine feet tall. Red fur started to cover his
huge figure. His head became like a canine and his arms were long like an
apes. Fangs and talons became noticeable. He even had a tail. I sat there
in shock watching him change into his Crinos form. When it was all over and
he had told me everything I needed to know, he took me away from my parents.
I soon went the my first change. Once I had proved that I was an adult, or
once I completed my rite of passage as Jake as told me time and time again, I
get to join his pack. In a few minutes I will get to do just that. Opps! Got
to go, Jake is back.
:End Journal entry:
Allison looked up form her journal as Jake comes through the opening
in the woods. He walked over and settled next to her on the large log. A
silence overcame both of the siblings, neither one wanting to ruin the silent
bonding that was taking place. Allison let out a deep breath as a feeling
of electricity left her body, a signal that the bond had ended.
Jake looked over at her. His handsome face, marred only by the small
scar above his right eye, showed no real emotion as he got up and spoke. "Are
you ready?" His deep, masculine voice had a small southern drawl to it that
would melt any young female that stood before him.
Allison took a deep breath and whipped her sweaty hands on her pants
legs. She stood up next to her older brother. She put up a brave face and
squared out her thin shoulders. "As ready as I will ever be."
Jake looked down at her. He could sense the bitter sweet smell of
fear rolling off of her. He let a small smile creep across his face. It was
nice to see his sister trying to hide her fear but it would never do once she
met the others. He waited until the smell became less and less noticable.
Finally, he gave her a nod and then headed into the forest.
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San Francisco
Meanwhile
Nick Boyle glanced around the worn-out warehouse. His experienced
eye took in every little detail of the place. At the same time, he was listening
for any slight noise that was made.
Crates of boxes filled the area limiting his view of his target. He
moved his lean body over to one of the larger crates. As he kneeled down,
he drew out his gun. With the other hand, he took out his cell phone and dialed
a number he knew by heart. When he heard the click of the phone being answered,
he started talking. "Derek, he is in the old warehouse down by the docks. Are
you and Philip ready?"
Derek Rayne, Precept of the Legacy house in San Fransico, answered his
impatient colleague. "We are on our way. Don't do anything drastic before
we get there. We all know that werewolves are dangerous creatures." Derek's
Dutch accent became more pronounce as he spoke.
Nick's humor returned as he heard the concern in his boss's voice.
"No worries. I'm not going to rush in after the beast."
"I will believe that whenever I see it." Derek drawled out.
A smile burst across Nick's face. His dimples glowing with silent
laughter as he imagines Derek's face when he said that. He turned off his cell and
went back to paying full attention to the what was going on in the warehouse.
*************************************************************************
The Haven
Meanwhile
Music filled the Haven. The band playing captivated the attention
of the humans in the place. While the humans put all their attention on the
band, the kindred were either picking out a meal or conversing within their
own clans. On the second floor of the same building a meeting was taking place.
The meeting was held in a small conclave. All sound on the outside was muffled
and only silence could be heard coming from the room.
The meeting consisted of the primagons from each of the five
clans that were in the city and the Prince. The prince sat in the seat
at the end of the oval table. His black hair was slicked back as usual and
his black suit gave him the look of a serious business man. The Ventrue
within him would have it no other way. His stone and calm face showed no
emotion of any degree of what the meeting was about. He put both his hands
flat on the table before clasping them together and relaxing his body. "It
has been brought to my attention--"
"Yeah, probably by that pesky, human detective friend of yours." The
Brujah primgon, Cameron, interrupted. The small smirk on his face soon
faded away as Julian stood up with a low and menacing growl.
"It had been brought to my attention that there have been several deaths
at the edge of the city." Julian grated out his eyes still glaring at Carmon.
"What does this have to do with us." Lillian purred out. The
Toreador flashed her eyes seductively at Julian, trying to calm the prince
down.
"The bodies have been savagely torn into by a large animal. It is to be
believed that this might be the work of a large wolf pack." Julian paused giving
the members with in the room a grime look. "As you might have guessed Garou have
trespassed into the city. I want all clans to be on the alert. If one is found
I want them to be subdued and brought to me." He sat back down in his seat
as he listened to the comments of the others. The only ones not speaking
was the young Gangrel named Cash and the wise Nosferatu, Deadalus.
I have come a long ways from being the shy and innocent little
girl, who took all the shit that her parents put out. That all changed
after I started to have these strange dreams. A few nights after the
dreams started, my brother shows up. The last time I had seen him was
when I was five so it was a big surprise, on my part, when he told me he
was my brother. Jake, that's his name, took me to a small secluded place
in the woods where he gave me another surprise. He knew about my dreams!
He even knew what they meant. I begged him to tell me what the meanings
were and finally he relented. Later I found out that he was going to tell
me anyway. He told me I was a Garou. I couldn't believe it at first. I
mean I always knew I was different in some way or another but to be a
werewolf was kinda taking it to the extreme. He told me to stand back
so that he could prove it. I did. I watched as he started growling and
slowly a change took over his body. He started growing from his almost
six foot height till he was nine feet tall. Red fur started to cover his
huge figure. His head became like a canine and his arms were long like an
apes. Fangs and talons became noticeable. He even had a tail. I sat there
in shock watching him change into his Crinos form. When it was all over and
he had told me everything I needed to know, he took me away from my parents.
I soon went the my first change. Once I had proved that I was an adult, or
once I completed my rite of passage as Jake as told me time and time again, I
get to join his pack. In a few minutes I will get to do just that. Opps! Got
to go, Jake is back.
:End Journal entry:
Allison looked up form her journal as Jake comes through the opening
in the woods. He walked over and settled next to her on the large log. A
silence overcame both of the siblings, neither one wanting to ruin the silent
bonding that was taking place. Allison let out a deep breath as a feeling
of electricity left her body, a signal that the bond had ended.
Jake looked over at her. His handsome face, marred only by the small
scar above his right eye, showed no real emotion as he got up and spoke. "Are
you ready?" His deep, masculine voice had a small southern drawl to it that
would melt any young female that stood before him.
Allison took a deep breath and whipped her sweaty hands on her pants
legs. She stood up next to her older brother. She put up a brave face and
squared out her thin shoulders. "As ready as I will ever be."
Jake looked down at her. He could sense the bitter sweet smell of
fear rolling off of her. He let a small smile creep across his face. It was
nice to see his sister trying to hide her fear but it would never do once she
met the others. He waited until the smell became less and less noticable.
Finally, he gave her a nod and then headed into the forest.
************************************************************************
San Francisco
Meanwhile
Nick Boyle glanced around the worn-out warehouse. His experienced
eye took in every little detail of the place. At the same time, he was listening
for any slight noise that was made.
Crates of boxes filled the area limiting his view of his target. He
moved his lean body over to one of the larger crates. As he kneeled down,
he drew out his gun. With the other hand, he took out his cell phone and dialed
a number he knew by heart. When he heard the click of the phone being answered,
he started talking. "Derek, he is in the old warehouse down by the docks. Are
you and Philip ready?"
Derek Rayne, Precept of the Legacy house in San Fransico, answered his
impatient colleague. "We are on our way. Don't do anything drastic before
we get there. We all know that werewolves are dangerous creatures." Derek's
Dutch accent became more pronounce as he spoke.
Nick's humor returned as he heard the concern in his boss's voice.
"No worries. I'm not going to rush in after the beast."
"I will believe that whenever I see it." Derek drawled out.
A smile burst across Nick's face. His dimples glowing with silent
laughter as he imagines Derek's face when he said that. He turned off his cell and
went back to paying full attention to the what was going on in the warehouse.
*************************************************************************
The Haven
Meanwhile
Music filled the Haven. The band playing captivated the attention
of the humans in the place. While the humans put all their attention on the
band, the kindred were either picking out a meal or conversing within their
own clans. On the second floor of the same building a meeting was taking place.
The meeting was held in a small conclave. All sound on the outside was muffled
and only silence could be heard coming from the room.
The meeting consisted of the primagons from each of the five
clans that were in the city and the Prince. The prince sat in the seat
at the end of the oval table. His black hair was slicked back as usual and
his black suit gave him the look of a serious business man. The Ventrue
within him would have it no other way. His stone and calm face showed no
emotion of any degree of what the meeting was about. He put both his hands
flat on the table before clasping them together and relaxing his body. "It
has been brought to my attention--"
"Yeah, probably by that pesky, human detective friend of yours." The
Brujah primgon, Cameron, interrupted. The small smirk on his face soon
faded away as Julian stood up with a low and menacing growl.
"It had been brought to my attention that there have been several deaths
at the edge of the city." Julian grated out his eyes still glaring at Carmon.
"What does this have to do with us." Lillian purred out. The
Toreador flashed her eyes seductively at Julian, trying to calm the prince
down.
"The bodies have been savagely torn into by a large animal. It is to be
believed that this might be the work of a large wolf pack." Julian paused giving
the members with in the room a grime look. "As you might have guessed Garou have
trespassed into the city. I want all clans to be on the alert. If one is found
I want them to be subdued and brought to me." He sat back down in his seat
as he listened to the comments of the others. The only ones not speaking
was the young Gangrel named Cash and the wise Nosferatu, Deadalus.