Not that I want to make anyone depressed or anything. But most of the stories I see of the Malkavian's appear to be amusing (Not that anything is bad by this of course. They are very amusing in the game) I just wanted to try and write them in a new light-and yes something very depressing as well.
The only Malkavian I remember-aside from yourself-is Dr. Grout. So, guess who's gonna be mention.
Hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes I make while writing this or for getting some facts wrong if it happens.
Malkavian~
She sat in the corner of her cell, head in knees as she sat in complete and utter darkness. She had long black hair that reached past her waist; her figure would have been normally proportioned but as she sat in the cell on her own she began to starve and her body grew thinner and thinner, her eyes also had changed to a near black colour because of the starvation. Her clothes were an Asian styled dress that hooked over one of her shoulders and split when they came to her thighs, long high heel boots of autumn auburn colour strapped to her legs.
She had a name. But what was it? What did people use to call her? She couldn't remember. There were so many voices whispering around her, she couldn't even listen to her own thoughts without the small whispering voices coming back for more.
She wasn't sure how long she had been locked away; she was sired by a man who called himself Grout. He was an odd man, it was like his tongue was twisted with only riddles to speak and he seemed to know a lot about her that she didn't even tell, like he crept into her mind and pulled out the secrets. He was odd when they met, but that was probably why she liked him a lot, he was different from the other drunken men that flirted with her-and different was good. If only she had been careful-but she didn't know he was vampire; she didn't even know vampires had existed before she got embraced.
Grout-her sire-explained to her that she was his childe and that she had to do what he said. Unfortunately he wanted to study the full effects of Malkavian's and she was his test subject. As the days progressed her insanity grew and grew and became worse over time, but Grout didn't seem to care or help her, just watched and wrote. At first she believed that he didn't care, he never seemed to worry about what was wrong with her or the growing voices only she could hear; but then she realised he must've cared. If he didn't care about her, he would've abandoned her and left her, but he gave her somewhere to stay and food to eat, it didn't look like someone had abandoned her. So instead she grew to like her sire back, but then he disappeared.
She wasn't sure what had happened, one day he was there and then he wasn't. Had he finally left her? The voices had convinced her otherwise, maybe she was too boring, or maybe she wasn't helping in his studies and had failed him. Whatever the reason was, she was all alone; the bulb in her cell had lost its life days before and she was in the darkness, right where a vampire should belong, in darkness. But why did she hate the darkness so much? Was it because she was alone? At least if she had her sire with her she would be fine about the shadows, but alone with the evil whispering voices she was weak.
She gave a small whimper as the voices poked her brain and twisted it, she pleaded, pleaded that her dead sire would come back. To take her away from the shadows and into the comforting light.
That is it. So sorry it was short…I thought it would be longer than that…oops. Well, I hope you enjoyed the short one shot, sorry if it depressed you, but I just thought I'd like to do something different.
Everyone's different.
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