Peach Creek by Night Chapter 4 – The Brujah
A/N- A ghoul is a person or animal that is given a vampires blood without being drained of its blood first. They remain alive but do not age and heal much faster than normal mortals. Warnings: Language and alcohol use. Nat belongs to C2ndy2c1d
As Edd left the Johnson Point Tower two sets of eyes watched him, and one set of those eyes watched the other watcher. Eddy was good at what he did, keeping to the shadows and being unseen was a part of his nature. If you needed something on someone there was no better Nosferatu in Peach Creek, if you wanted someone to believe a bit of misinformation scams were his thing. Hell this guy could sell you your own car and make you believe you didn't own it in the first place. So when asked to keep an eye on some neonate he thought he was given a vacation, he could do this job in his sleep. The red headed Brujah however could be a problem, knowing the bad blood between the Brujah and Tremere Eddy wasn't to certain what the biker could be up to staring at the prince's target of interest. But when the Rolls-Royce departed heading back to the Tremere chantry Eddy had no choice but to follow it, until he was told otherwise he was but a watcher in the night. Clocking himself in his vampiric powers, so as to be unseen by any normal set of eyes, he heads in the direction of the chantry and to his target.
Kevin watched the raven haired dork enter the high priced vehicle and speed off with his master. Taking a breath he brings the motorcycle under him to life and heads in the opposite direction to the lower class end of town. Knowing what would be awaiting him once he reached his clans heaven, a bunch of disgruntled Brujah wasn't something anyone wanted to deal with, even another Brujah. The clan would be pissed that the prince had executed the pair of lovers for such a minor transgression. The Brujah felt that you should be allowed to sire who you chose, that the Ventrue had no right picking and choosing who you could and could not make a vampire. But the Ventrue would use history to justify their actions, claiming this law came down from Cain himself when the third generation was created without his permission and again was established when the vampire numbers became too numerous and drew too much attention. But the Brujah were all about their causes, freedoms and anti establishment. He would be surprised if he wasn't in store for a rave when he got back, the party was created to muffle the noise the Brujah would create as they argued amongst themselves about events or things that needed to be changed. Pulling up to the old biker bar Kevin turns off his Harley and dismounts, heading in he finds Nat sitting at the bar drink in hand waiting for his arrival. Kevin had made Nat a ghoul a year after he became a vampire, never being able to get the permission to bring Nat over, this was the best option Kevin could find for his best friend.
Clapping Nat upon the shoulder he brings the teal haired man's attention to him. "Hey Kevin what's up?" Nat smiled at his friend. "I would ask how the meeting with the prince went, but judging by their reactions I would guess not so well."
"Yeah didn't go so good, she killed them." Kevin sits beside his friend, the bartender knew better then to ask if he wanted anything.
"That fucking bitch." Nat said then slammed his bourbon, motioning for the bartender to fill his glass again.
"We shouldn't have expected any different, you know how those Ventrue are, follow the law to the letter unless it suits their purposes." Kevin could hear the ruckus the other Brujah were making in the back room, pointing in its direction he asks. "Do you know if anyone has thrown a punch yet?"
Nat swallowed his drink and puts the cup down motioning for another. "Can't rightly tell, but no one's been thrown through the door yet, so that's a good sign."
Clapping Nat on the shoulder again he stands. "I'm going to go see what this rants all about and whether we should be finding cover." He walks to the back corner of the bar and enters it, immediately set upon by loud shouting and boisterous vampires.
The congregation was lined up against the four walls of the room encircling a pair of vampires who had some influence within the clan. One was stating what all the others were feeling at this moment. "We need to teach that queen bitch that she isn't the absolute law around here." He got several cheers of agreement from the surrounding vampires.
The other vampire was trying to reason with his fellow clansmen. "And what do you suggest, we go to war with the Camarilla? That's futile, one clan against six, have you ever seen a Tremere boil someone's blood? Their head pops off to let the steam out."
The other would not be dissuaded. "We can find other allies, and come back in force."
"And who would that be the Sabbat?" The vampire knew this was folly. "We don't share their views of the world. We want a utopia, they want to conquer and rule, we would be right back where we started with them."
"I don't hear you making any suggestions." The boisterous vampire was on the edge of frenzying with his irritation about this night.
"Stay the course brothers and sisters, the Camarilla may be old school with an ancient way of thinking, but they have the kine's best interests at heart. And isn't that what we all want in the end, peaceful co-existence." He looked around the room at his fellow clansmen and seeing the tide shifting to a calmer demeanor as a whole, he knew they wouldn't like it but would agree to it and hopefully with time except it. As long as nothing to major happened to shift them back the other direction it would all boil over.
Kevin being satisfied that he wouldn't have to find Nat a hiding place returned to the bar and sat with his friend. "So are they planning a war yet?" Nat said once Kevin had taken his seat.
"No, Daniel got them to calm down. I'm beginning to think they like to bitch about things a lot more then do anything about them." But Kevin did have to agree with Daniel a war would be suicide on the Brujah's part, and it wouldn't truly bring about any change so it would be a pointless war. "I do want to talk to you about something."
"I'm all ears man." Nat said downing is latest shot of bourbon.
"I saw someone at the meeting tonight." Kevin said as he recalled those ocean blue eyes.
"Oo a love interest, this is getting good." Nat playfully nudged Kevin in the side with his elbow. "So what's she like?"
"Well, he's a Tremere." Kevin braced himself for the reaction from his friend.
"Oh, that's not good." Nat said a little down heartedly.
"I know." Kevin responded.
"You know how the others will see this." Nat wasn't helping.
"I know." But Kevin had to know the raven haired beauty. "But they can't all be back stabbing usurpers can they."
"Probably not, just the guys at the top who pull the underlings strings." Nat felt for his friend, but he didn't want him getting his hopes up for someone he didn't even know yet. "So what is he like though?"
"I don't really know, I didn't get to talk to him." Kevin was feeling foolish for feeling this way for someone who his clan has told him was the scum of the earth and was not to be trusted. "But those eyes, they spoke to me."
Nat was at a lose, he has never seen his friend so enamored before in their short lives as vampire and ghoul or even before that. "Well I don't know what to tell you, even if we knew his name we would be hard pressed to get you alone with him." Kevin shot him a pleading look. "It's not like we can just go up to their door and ask to see him you know. They would probably kill us on sight, claiming we were spying on them or something."
Kevin lets out a groan and bangs his head against the bar leaving it where it lay. "I know I know, but I at least want to know his name, get to speak to him once and find out something about him."
"That's probably not going to happen for a couple of decades, the Tremere keep a tight grip on their people for a while to ensure loyalty and also to train them in their magic's." Nat said the last part waving his hands in front of him like he was casting a spell.
Kevin raised his head to look at his friend a pleading look in his eyes. "Damn it Nat you're suppose to be helping me, not pointing out the road blocks."
Nat holds his hands up defensively. "I'm sorry man but I am, I'm telling you to forget him and not to go through all the heart ache that pursuing this will put you through." The problem with the Brujah is that they put so much passion into everything they do, be it rallying to a cause or with matters of the heart. That is how they get their bad rep, their passion is mistaken as bad temperament when all they really are trying to do is passionately debate with you over the merits of their cause. They can't help that the passion sometimes comes with a fist to someone's face, or a chair broken over a back, it just proves how much they feel about the topic at hand.
Kevin half heartily smiles at his friend. "I'll try Nat, but I can't make any promises."
"Just promise me you won't jump any fences. I don't want to have to bury your ashes." Nat looked a little worried.
"Don't get sentimental on me, I might think you actually cared." The problem with ghouls such as Nat is that they are inherently addicted to the blood, for without it their bodies would revert to their true age and if they exceed a normal life span, will die. So imagine if you will running out of the one thing keeping you alive and having to age fifty years in a matter of days, or worse experience your body rotting away and turning to dust on you. Chilling isn't it, so we can see why Nat is so concerned with Kevin's safety, of course on top of being is friend that is. It's also why Kevin has tried every year to get permission to bring him over and embrace his friend. Extending his hand he says his farewells to his friend and went out for the hunt, finding himself a beautiful man that reminded him of the raven hair Tremere he had seen that night. Kevin's desire for his mystery love almost cost that mortal his life, for he found it hard to pull away from the ecstasy the blood brings. After feeding he rode his bike aimlessly till he found himself with in view of a certain clan's house, hoping to catch a glimpse of his heart's desire, fearing discovery from anyone else. Unbeknownst to him though a pair of watchful eyes observed his action, and made careful note of his return to the Tremere chantry. What the prince would do with such information was beyond the Nosferatu's knowledge, but he was certain he could guess at her intent.
A/N- Brujah do rants and raves as social events where anyone who can shout loud enough can be heard, the rave is created to cover up the noise they would make when they get really rowdy.