A/N: Here's chapter twenty-one! Full Skeltstasia chapter! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines or the Clan Quest Mod (which most of this scene came from), but I do own my OCs. Also, there's some frothy fun in the end, if you're not a fan, skim over it.

"I'm glad you two could come over as quickly as you did." Isaac said, at his desk, "I promise the work this time won't have you running up against some wayward warlocks…"

Skelter gave a deep but quiet chuckle, "It's no problem, sir, what can we do for you?"

"Look…our movement is getting a little…sparse…if you catch my drift. I'm sorry I have to ask this of you…but…ever since Killian went missing…and…VV is missing…I need something to give the Anarchs a little more spirit. Originally, I would ask Killian for this…but…I'm worried he may never come back…"

"What do you need help with?" Anastasia asked.

"I want to make a documentary showing LaCroix for all of his faults." He said, sighing afterwards, "Again, I was going to ask Killian, more of his forte. But, he's nowhere to be found. And I don't really have any dirt of this Strauss character whatsoever. But, I figure, if we have video evidence of LaCroix screwing up in as many ways as possible, something we can show the younger Kindred, then the newcomers heading to this city will go Anarch, not Camarilla."

"I think that's a great idea…but…" Skelter crossed his arms, "I'm terrible with technology."

"As am I…" Anastasia muttered.

"You let me deal with that." Isaac said, "I just want you two to get the dirt, and luckily, I know just the place where some of it might be."

"Where?"

"The Empire Arms Hotel. There's a Camarilla gathering there, but from what I heard it's just for a bunch of newbies. Not the big names like Strauss, Madison, Frost or Vanderbilt. It's being led by a woman who I've known for years. She worked with LaCroix for a while in Europe, and I don't think she's too fond of him. Try and see what you can get from her, and we'll soon have more Anarchs in this city than Camarilla."

Skelter was partially dismayed with the lack of action, but regardless he said, "Sure thing, Mister Abrams."

The two of them left the jewelry store, Anastasia nervously crossed their arms, "What if they know we're Anarchs?"

"You're right…" He muttered, "Guess we could pretend to be a pair 'a Ventrue." He snickered, "We got Fortitude."

She thought about it for a minute or two, "Can we drive to my apartment? I'm gonna change into something."

"Change, huh? Guess that's a good idea…should I put something on too?"

"If you want." She shrugged, "I just don't want them to recognize me."

"They'll recognize me too." He said as he got into his truck, "How's this sound, I drop you off at your place, go and grab a shirt at whatever store's nearby, then swing by on the way to Empire Arms and pick you up again?"

"Sounds good." She smiled.

"Alright." He nodded as they started driving, he turned metal music on again for her, "So…what do think of the new guys?"

"Sirius and Catalina? They're…fine I guess. I don't know. Hopefully they stick around."

"I think they'll be good for us. I've never seen a Setite or Assamite. Nines has, mentioned how good they're gonna be for us." He said, "Remember a while back, we were hankering for a good spy?" She nodded. "Well, apparently Followers of Sets got spyin' in their blood. So we're set there. And Assamites? They hate Tremere as much as Jack hates Ventrue."

"Sirius has Obfuscate too." She said, then after it was quiet for a minute or two, added, "It'd be nice if he offed Jeanette for us…"

"I know. I'd like that too…but it'd put us all in hot water. Nines nearly took my head off when he figured out about Rush. And that was Rush. No one gave a damn about him. Jeanette's popular. And she's got a sister who'd kill anyone who even looked at Jeanette funny. If you think Kingston's bad about all this, Voerman would be hell."

"Mmm…you're right." She said, "Someone should…nail that into him. Sirius seems kinda like a loose cannon…"

"I like him. I'll talk to him when I get the chance, whenever we see each other, at least."

There was a silence as they kept riding on, "So have you seen Maya since…that day she joined?"

"Yeah. I'm the only one she talks to, like she's afraid everyone else'll bite."

"Being near her's gotta be as awkward as hell." She said, partially reminded of how Killian and Jeanette now treat her ever since she started dating Skelter, "I can feel it…"

"She's come onto me every time she's near me, I don't know what the hell she's thinking…" He grumbled, "I almost wish someone like Killian stuck around to chase her off."

"Wait, seriously?" She asked, "Bitch. Maybe I should take her down…"

He laughed, "I'd like to see that, but you should be careful. Mentioned something to me the other day about her war-form. So she's at least a little capable."

"…then maybe Sirius could kill her behind Obfuscate." She said, "Motherfucker likes senseless killing as much as Jack does."

He had a good laugh, "Yeah, I could see that…maybe Jack wasn't wrong about getting a replacement, huh?"

"…I wonder where he is right now…I mean, at sea obviously…but…I wonder where…"

"Yeah…I wonder…" He sighed, "Must be fun…out there with a bunch a' friends, doin' a shit ton a' nothing…"

"That's basically Jack's life in a nutshell."

"Yeah…that's pretty true…" He applied the brakes, "I'm gonna let you get out here, alright? I'll be back in like…ten minutes."

"Okay." She kissed his cheek, stepping out of his truck.

He drove off as soon as the door closed, and returned in about seven minutes, but she wasn't out there yet. So, he got out of the truck and went inside the apartment complex, heading to her room.

He knocked on her door, then looked down at himself. He supposed the work boots were a little gross looking for a Ventrue, but he was not going to spend hundreds of dollars on dress shoes he would wear once. He bought a ten dollar button down and a two dollar tie to maybe make himself at least somewhat presentable.

A red-nailed hand opened the door, in fact, all Skelter saw was red at first. She wore a skin-tight red gown, similar to her black one, which was ridiculously low cut at the front, a pair of red heels, a few bracelets on each arm, and a few rings on each hand. The red scarf around her neck and the shades might have been over the top, however, "Aw, you look cute." She smiled.

"You look like you're about to shoot a movie…"

She shrugged, "Then they'll peg me for a Toreador instead of a Ventrue. I mean, either clan can go to the Camarilla."

"Exactly." He said, "Guess we should get going then."

"Uh-huh." She said, giggling, "Sorry…I just have so many outfits like this. I used to wear a different thing for each show we did."

"Uh huh…that makes a lot of sense then. Is the black dress just the most comfortable?"

"It's my favorite." She said, "I used to have a big hat too, wide brim…kinda like a sun hat…I couldn't find it though…whatever…I think this is enough."

"I think that'd be overdoing it…"

She laughed, "I'm already having fun."

They got into his truck and started driving. Really, Skelter was oddly quiet the entire time. He didn't even turn the music on. At one point, Anastasia looked over to see if he was alright, and caught him looking at her thighs, before he caught her gaze and his eyes darted back to the road.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, James." She held a lecturing finger in front of his eyes, "Slam the fuck out of me after we're done, okay?"

"God dammit, 'Stasia…" He growled, "Sometimes I wonder what the hell you did to me to make me like this."

"Aw…" She badly hid a snicker, then another few, "Did…I…" More laughing, "Did I taint the sanctity of your precious mind? You saying I poisoned your innocence?"

"Uh huh…" He muttered, like a frustrated toddler.

"I know, I have a big mouth." She smirked, "Maybe you could stuff it with something later."

"Jesus Christ, woman…"

"Yes, James?"

"Swear to god, I'll pull over."

"Alright, alright, calm down, we'll be there soon." She chuckled.

He gave a shaky sigh and sped up a bit on the way there. She looked ahead, "Sorry."

"The hell you apologizing for? Being hot as fuck? I'm not pissed at you, I'm pissed at myself."

"Yourself, why?"

"For not being able to…take you seriously like this."

"Oh…do I look too silly or something? Cadmus never said anything about it. Of course…he has all the sexual inclinations of a toaster…"

"No, you look good, that's the thing. Never mind."

"…I still don't get it…"

"It's nothing, you're just…very nice to look at in that. And I have a hard time talkin' to you when you're that…good-looking."

"Oh…so I'm too sexy to be spoken too…" She said, smiling, then she looked worried, "Shit, what if Jeanette sees me in this? Or Killian? God, he'll at least rape me…"

"He won't if I'm here."

"…it kinda stinks how a fourth of the Anarchs can't even be trusted."

"Yeah…but, really, there's nothing much we can do about it besides keep an eye on 'em."

She nodded. After another silence or two, they arrived at the Empire Arms Hotel. The lobby was packed with ladies and gentlemen in fancy dress. "Damn it…where do we even go?" Anastasia asked, seeing a woman with black hair dressed in a white gown at the front, by a presentation about what the Camarilla was about, "I'm guessing it's her…"

"It's gotta be." He said, "Alright, time to…put on our best show." He muttered unenthusiastically.

Anastasia swallowed hard, looking her body up and down, "Jesus…" She said, the lady's bust was somehow bigger than Anastasia's. "I feel like my dominance is threatened…"

Skelter tried to keep his laughter contained, "Let's just go talk to her and finish this as quickly as possible…"

"Haven't seen you at many of these functions." The girl commented.

"Angela Cooper." Anastasia held a hand out, "It's nice to meet you."

"Ah, so you are one of us." The girl smiled back, "Jane."

"It…uh…sure is nice…that…Strauss is in charge now…"

"You're telling me." Jane said.

"Did you work with LaCroix long?" She asked, "Got any secrets he can roll around in his grave too?"

"You should keep your voice down if you're going to be saying those sorts of things." Jane said, "That being said, there is a thing or two I know about him that's particularly damaging."

"Only a thing or two…?" Skelter chuckled quietly.

"Look, I'll help you out, but a friend of mine needs help." Jane said, "She's trying to get into the club business, but, Los Angeles is packed to brim already, you know what I mean. So an old club needs to be put out of business before she can set up hers."

"What club did you have in mind?" Anastasia asked.

She thought about it, "Probably the Asp Hole. I hear it's not doing too well anymore. You put that club out of business, and I'll talk."

Skelter looked livid, but only for half a second, "Not a problem."

"Thanks in advance. Good luck." Jane said.

Anastasia waved and started walking off with him, "This…this sounds difficult…"

"Sounds like it's really gonna be hard not to kill someone."

"…maybe I could like…put one of my feathers in one of the sampler trays…or something…say that there's live…chicken…in the batch…"

"Or I could kill someone." He hopped in his truck and revved up the engine.

"Okay, I don't know if that would necessarily shut the place down…"

"So it's either put a feather on someone's plate, or kill someone. And I don't think anyone in a club called the Asp Hole would care about a feather. They'd probably just eat it."

She sighed, "You're totally right…"

"Doesn't Ash Rivers run the place? Can we kick him out?"

She shrugged, "I've heard he hasn't been around in months."

"…can we just ask Isaac to shut the place down?"

"I'm not sure he'd like that…you know how the Hollywood Anarchs are…"

"Yeah…" He gave a frustrated sigh, "You got any other ideas?"

She shook her head, "I don't know…"

"Well, if there's no manager, and we can't bother talking to Isaac, I guess the next best thing would be drivin' out the customers."

She lowered her sunglasses, "How are we gonna do that?"

He shrugged, "Piss 'em off?"

"But we don't piss people off…"

"I know you don't, but I'm pretty good at it. I'll do it if you want."

She swallowed hard, "Okay…well, I guess it isn't killing people, for a plus. I…I don't want you to frenzy again…"

"I won't."

She smiled, "Alright, let's go be a bunch of assholes, then."

He snickered and pulled his truck over, "Sounds like a great night to me." He got out and slammed the door, dusting himself off, "Dammit, I hate this shirt. So constricting, feels like I'm gonna choke myself to death with this damn tie…"

"I mean, we probably don't need it anymore…"

"Well, we gotta go talk to that chick again after we do this."

"I got it, its fine."

"You sure?"

She shrugged, "I mean, you're going to be doing this part by yourself…"

"I guess it's fair enough…" He muttered, grabbing the door handle, "It's gonna smell like shit in here, ain't it?"

"Yup, lucky for us we have the best noses of all the clans…"

He sighed before he walked in. The place was actually pretty dead, ten people lingering around at most. "This won't be all that bad then…" He muttered.

"Yeah…it looks like this place was on its way out anyway…"

"Alright, I'll be back." He said, "Hope I don't fuck this up." He muttered as he loosened his tie, "This look like something Killian would wear?"

"Kinda."

He took the tie off and handed it to her, then adjusted his collar and unbuttoned a few of the buttons, "'Bout this?"

"Yeah, that's pretty accurate."

"Alright, let's see what I can do." He crossed his arms and stood around for a while to blend in, before a girl stood next to him at the bar and ordered something to eat. He turned to her, then rolled his eyes, "Ain't you had enough?"

The girl scoffed, "Fuck you!" She took her tray and left. Anastasia bit her lip to prevent laughing out loud.

Skelter waited again for someone to come to the counter, before a man wandered over. Skelter looked him over, "The hell you wearing that for? You tryin' to get rejected?"

"Look, man, I don't need your advice, 'kay pal?" The man asked.

"Really? I mean, I'm just tryin' to be helpful. Looks like your momma picked out that shirt for you."

"Tch." The man rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Damn…" Anastasia said, "You sure can be mean." She smiled, "Maybe I'll go pretend to be a drunk bimbo to the other half of the club…you know…so hammered that she won't get the message…"

"Yeah, go ahead." He nodded, "Someone tries to screw with you, let me know."

She nodded back, heading upstairs and getting to work.

When no one else approached the bar, Skelter wandered over to a guy sitting against the wall, glaring at him, "What's this, Halloween? Why do you look like Ash Rivers? You tryin' to impress someone?"

The other guy frowned, "What the hell's your deal man, just lay off."

"You're just gonna turn up like the real thing, OD'ed in your tub."

"Ugh, Jesus Christ…" He walked off.

A few moments later, Anastasia came downstairs, by now, customers were flocking towards the exit, "Alright…I think we're done here…I'll go back to the hotel, and I'll meet you at Isaac's."

"Alright." He nodded, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before they split ways.

"I have to say, I'm rather intrigued with what I was given." Isaac said, "Rodriguez sure isn't going to like it when this documentary breaks out…"

"…he won't like it?" Skelter asked, "What makes you say that?"

"Jane told me LaCroix caused the Great Depression."

"…he caused the Great Depression? That can't be possible."

"He had a hand in it, at least…I mean, it adds up. He was in New York, in the twenties and thirties, at the center of everything." He said, "Needless to say, I think putting that in the documentary will more than convey the message that the Camarilla isn't necessarily the brainiest sect."

"I agree." Skelter said, "Glad we helped make it happen."

"I can't thank you both enough." Isaac said, "I'd pay you…but…I'm still trying to get above sea level from that Sabbat attack on my store, which may take a while."

"It's no problem at all, sir. Anything to take the Cams down a peg."

"I hope you two have a good evening."

"You too, Mister Abrams." Skelter waved as they headed out, then got into Skelter's truck, "Hope that pissed off the Prince."

"We'll see when he puts it together." Anastasia said, getting in the passenger's seat.

He started driving, "So…where'd you wanna go? My place? Your place? Somewhere else?"

"Wherever you want."

"You know I'm not picky."

"Neither am I."

They kept driving before they pulled over to the side of the road.

She lurched in her seat a little, "James?"

"We'll do it right here."

She laughed, "You're lucky I'm not like others girls!"

"I really am. Thought you'd like this." He pulled his seatbelt off, "Now get over here."

She pulled her seatbelt off, taking her heels off as well, hopping into his lap and kissing him over and over again. He reached back under the seat and pulled it back as far as it would go so she wouldn't hurt herself. He kept up with her kisses and rubbed his hands over her waist, finally seeming at ease.

She threw her bracelets and some of her rings off, as well as her scarf and sunglasses, working on unzipping her dress, once it half-fell off, he was graced with the snake tattoo that circled her body.

"I can't get enough a' that…" He traced his hands over it for a second before he started kissing her neck, peeling back the dress until it fell down to her waist.

She sighed, "You better do me good…" She sighed a bit louder, taking her bra off, followed by her panties.

"I'll do you as good as I can." He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then rubbed her breasts gently. He kissed her lips quickly before he said, "I need to get my pants off, you mind standing up or somethin' for a second?"

"Uh-huh." She moved away for him.

He pulled down his pants and underwear, grabbing her hips and pulling her down on top of him, rubbing his hands over her thighs. He kissed at her collarbone before he activated Blood Buff and teased her entrance.

She gasped and bit her lip, "Fuck…" She clung onto him for dear life.

He gave a smug grin before he squeezed her hips with bruising force and pulled her all the way in, sighing her name in passing as he moved his mouth to her neck and gently bit at the skin there. She let out a shameless scream, forcing her way down on him to feel more of an impact.

She did a bit of pointless panting already early on in her penetration, then she let out a chorus of sighs as felt his member inside her, whispering his real name on occasion. He smiled against the skin as he heard the screams echo in the rather small confines of his truck, the sounds of the creaking truck almost supplied a rhythm to her screams, like some sort of erotic song.

As soon as he felt her walls ripple around him and heard the pitch of her loudest scream, he too reached his peak, and rubbed her back as they both settled down. He then reached up and combed some of her hair out of her face, "You're like a drug to me, you know." He gave a small smile.

"Same…same here…" She said.

He held her close, "Did you want me to drive you home…?"

"Yeah…" She kissed his cheek, "Unless you want to do it again, which wouldn't bother me…"

He smirked, "We'll see what happens when we get to your place."

A/N: When you have two Gangrel do a quest meant for Toreadors because Killian's a scumbucket…thanks for reading!