Malkavian Madness

Summary: A series of one-shots featuring the Malkavian clan of Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines. The chapters loosely follow the story of the video games. Warnings may vary from chapter to chapter.

Disclaimer: Vampire the Masquerade – Bloodlines = © WhiteWolf
I don't make any profit from this story.

English is not my first language so if you find any errors, just tell me.

Warnings for this chapter: graphic sexual content, notions of abuse and violence

I: Lust - Breed Obsession

Loud music blasted through the speakers of the club, the bass thumbing intensely, making one's heart pound faster – if it was still beating, that is.

He sat at the bar, looking at the dancers, looking at no one in particular at the moment. His choice of clothing was quite extraordinary – he wore white pin-striped pants and a long white coat with fur trimmings and a voluminous collar. He wore no shirt underneath it – making his flat, slightly muscular torso visible for everyone. Worn-out, purple sneakers and orange sunglasses completed his outfit. The only thing that didn't seem to fit to the ensemble was the huge Dr. Seuss-like hat which was decorated with red and white stripes he wore.

The people at the club glared at him, asking themselves what the strange guy was up to but he didn't seem to mind it and simply continued to stare at the dance floor.

There was a wine glass in his hand, filled with a deep red liquid. Those who knew who he was also knew that it wasn't wine the young man was drinking...

He kept on staring at the dancers, raising the glass to his lips, a smile splitting his face. The incisors were too long to be human. Slowly, he licked his lips, his gaze fixating on a young girl on the dancer floor.

Oh, she was pretty – her pale skin was illuminated by the bright neon lights of the club, the white silk dress she wore had slipped down a little, showing off one round creamy shoulder. Her hair was dyed black and a little wavy, disheveled from all the dancing she did. Her make-up was dark and smudged on the edges, those dark green eyes decorated with black swirls, the full lips colored in a bright blood red.

Hmm, blood...

He licked his lips again. Exquisite.

He had seen her before, just at this club. The voices in his head whispered to him, telling him things about her. The voices were always right.

They said her name was Scarlet, a name she chose herself for her stay in Santa Monica. Those round green eyes of hers screamed escapism, a girl that loved adventures – a girl that had the habit of running away from reality and her problems.

His thin lips curled into a smile. If she really was looking for a night she will never forget, he would give it to her.

He placed the now empty glass onto the bar, got up from his stool and approached her.

Her round hips swung to the beat of the music, lights dancing over her skin. Her luscious lips were parted lightly, her head thrown back, showing off her long pale neck.

Carefully, he laid his hands on her hips, swinging with her to the beat. She accepted his touches, leaning back against him, smoothing her body onto his.

The trap closed. No one could help her now.

Oh Scarlet, you silly girl, what have you gotten yourself into?

His hands started to wander over her body, tracing her sides, her flat stomach. Feeling bold, he grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. She let it happen, her head falling back onto his shoulder, lips parted in a moan.

He used the offering, sinking his fangs into her neck, sucking her blood and flinching slightly when it wasn't as sweet as he had anticipated it. There was a bitter taste to it.

First, you run away from home and now drugs? Oh Scarlet...

She turned around to face him, eyes widening in question at his weird outfit but she composed herself quickly. The crimson liquid dripped down her neck over her collarbone... Blood, the essence of life. Even though the true taste of her blood was covered up by whatever she had injected earlier, he already knew he was addicted. Either that or he was now high as well. Drugs and madness don't mix. The voices begged to differ, liking the loose feeling. As if his mind wasn't chaotic enough...

"The Asylum" was an Elysium. He wasn't supposed to do things like drinking blood here... She had grabbed his hand, leading him into one of the darker corners of the club. There, she urged him to sit down, kneeling down in front of him.

Every sense of modesty vanished from his thoughts.

He liked where this was going. She worked on his belt for a minute, inching the pants down his hips, leaning close to his already erect length, running her tongue against it slowly.

He thrust his hips up a little, indicating his wish and she complied, taking him in inch by inch, looking up to meet his eyes. His hand came up to stroke her hair, and he brushed a few of her silky raven strands away, watching as his erection appeared and disappeared between those full lips.

The beast deep within him roared to life. He wanted to possess this fragile being, everything of her, wanted her to be his.

Her head bobbed up and down more quickly now and he sighed when he felt her hot breath on his nether regions.

After a while, he petted her head and she rose, letting her lips meet his.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss they shared and she nicked her lower lip on one of his fangs, whimpering at the pain. He licked up her blood, moaning in delight. The effect of the drugs started to fade slowly from her veins the more blood he sucked out of her.

He pulled the girl into his lap so that she straddled him, pulling her dress to the side, not really surprised that she didn't wear anything underneath it.

Always got complimented by the boys, feeding your ego, Scarlet. Look where you ended up now.

She gasped sharply when he impaled her on his length but the pain faded away quickly and their bodies rocked against each other.

No one in the club paid much attention to them, minding their own business.

He was glad for that, it would make things only more complicated.

She cried out in pleasure, her long fingernails scraping over his stomach and he leaned closer in response, licking her lips, sucking on the them gently.

One round wouldn't suffice. It wasn't enough. The voices and the animal inside him screamed, demanded he should take her into his haven for one night.

The voices wanted to worship her, the animal wanted to corrupt her.

No, she wasn't innocent. He could see it in her eyes – she was an image of lust with her disarrayed hair, the messed up make-up, his scent all over her. All of that contrasted sharply to the white dress she wore.

But you're not shy, Scarlet. You're not innocent anymore. Not after you gave everything to that guy – what was his name? It fell into oblivion, didn't it? Too bad you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with him...

He felt his climax approaching, grabbing her hips, helping her to keep their rhythm. She was breathing hard against his neck, desperately panting oxygen into her lungs before her breath caught and she whimpered quietly.

The soft sound was so beautiful and he tumbled over the edge suddenly, pressing her closer to him as he felt his body shake.

No, one round wouldn't suffice. He needed more of her, of her body. A carnal instinct had awoken deep within him and he needed to give in, couldn't think of anything else but giving in.

She leaned against him, breath ragged, her fingers playing with the fur of his jacket.

No words needed to be exchanged, one glance was enough, the deal was sealed – tonight, she was his.

The mattress creaked beneath the two bodies that were fornicating on the bed, low moans resounded through the room.

He was completely enraptured by this beautiful creature – Scarlet.

She was groaning in pleasure, lying beneath him as he entered her again and again, over and over. Both of them lost track of time but he knew this had to end soon – the daylight was approaching quite fast.

Up to now, they hadn't exchanged a single word. Who needed words when you could communicate through your body? The voices knew everything about her anyway and he would make sure that she wouldn't remember anything about him after this was over.

Zac seemed like a nice guy, didn't he, Scarlet? But things spun out of control very fast and before you knew it, he turned violent. "I would never hurt you, honey", he had said, hadn't he? Now, Scarlet, no need to cry. I can make you forget, I can take the pain away.

She was still panting, her head tilted back, her eyes closed. Lovely little sounds escaped her throat that was bruised and bloody from the many times he had bitten her.

We can't resist her, the taste of her blood. We want to worship our little Scarlet.

Oh, but the beast wanted to corrupt her, take everything that she could give to it. And she was not aware of that – wasn't aware that she kept on feeding the beast within him.

Scarlet arched her back, her body quivering, another silent moan escaping her lips. He stayed completely still, watching her climax, staring as her soft facial features twisted in pleasure. He was going to take her to heights both of them had never experienced before.

What did you think, Scarlet? My little naïve girl... That running away from home would solve your problems with your so-called fiancee? That he wouldn't find you under your new name and new look? And your friends said it in the beginning, advised you not to marry your high school love. Your arrogance and the 'love' you felt for him told you otherwise. And now, look where you are...

Her hands glided over his skin and she smiled up at him, completely spent. He dove down to kiss her in response, savoring the taste on her lips – tequila and cherries. Faint undertones of cinnamon. How strange, yet alluring.

They broke apart, staring at each other.

Dawn was still far away. Maybe this night would even last forever.

They lay on the creaky bed next to each other, simply regarding their counterpart. Her hands ran over his stomach, danced over his chest up to his face and she looked into his eyes, still lost in her post-orgasmic bliss, not realizing how his skin became shinier, his eyes brighter every time he drank some of her blood. She didn't even question why he bit her. Pain didn't register in her drugged mind. Even now, she still felt light-headed.

He continued to stare at her, a part of him asking himself whether it would be possible that this would last longer than one night. It was a rhetorical question – of course, it couldn't. The madness would destroy everything in the end. And if it wasn't the madness, it was the beast. And if it wasn't the beast, then it would be the voices. The voices wanted her. He didn't want her himself, did he? He didn't even know why he did that with her... or did he? Silent murmurs assured him that he had control, everything worked out the way it was planned.

The sound of her voice interrupted his train of thoughts. It was the first time this night any of them spoke.

"You don't talk much, do you?", Scarlet asked with a grin but froze when she tried to feel his heart beat – and found none.

Play time's over.

The beast roared alive again. There was no backing off now. But she had sealed the deal once she got too close to him. The trap had snapped shut behind her.

He sank his teeth into her neck for the last time tonight and she closed her eyes for the last time in her life.

Everything worked out as planned, the voices kept on assuring him while the beast howled in misery. Maybe he confused the worshiper and the corrupter.