Authors Notes:
I am not sure how long this one will be, but I just had to make the story. I may be 16 years late to the party but still, Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines is one of the best games I have played and that's saying something, considering what is available today and in the near future with TES 6 coming. I felt the need yet again to build upon a possibility that was left disappointed in the end. So once again I put aside my woe's to climb into a story not too different from my first story in situation concepts of characters.
I Don't Own Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines.
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Prologue:
'Just my luck…' The thoughts of the newly minted Childe of the night as he sat on his knees, bound in the center stage of a theatre.
He was kneeling next to his sire as the 'men' who staked the two was walking around the two like a vulture ready to pick the carcass clean. They had an audience, the 'gentleman' in the fancy suite began his speech of how this was trial short a jury but plentiful in a judge and his executioners.
"Forgive me." The last words; to the sire of the childe from the prince, as the woman was relieved of her head, leaving only ashes in its wake.
"Which leads to the fate of ill-begotten progeny." The prince began before all the ashes even hit the ground.
'Ill-begotten… You son of bitch!' Thought the newly Embraced Kindred.
The prince continued his speech which the new-born didn't listen to until. "Therefore, I have decided that…" 'Who gave you the right to decide?' The sired ranted mentally.
"This Is Bullshit!" Screamed a man as he stood up, ready to march; before being held back by his friends.
The new-born looked up to the man who just started an uproar in the crowd and probably just saved his life. "Thank you…" Was all he could mutter before making eye contact with the man who stood up for him and it seemed the man knew what he was trying to convey.
The prince glared at the man who stood up. "If Mister Rodriguez would let me finish."
The new-born looked up and saw a tinge of annoyance in the prince's eyes. "I have decided to let this Kindred live."
Later Backstage…
New-born's POV
The prince walked me out feeding me bullshit that I sucked up till I got some fresh air. Giving me a task to prove my worth, he showed me the door; being the only decent thing he's done all night.
Here I stand, staring at the stars that were visible in this city. How do I get myself into these situations? First my first 18 years on earth were shit, but not as shit as my old man. Sent me to 10 boarding schools since I was 4, cheated on mom; who died of a broken heart. Caught him in his office; when I came to ask where he was during her funeral, banging some lady whom he was 'finalizing a business deal with', I was only 10.
Only ever called me when he dialed me by accident, he was actually trying to call some girls for a night of fun. The prick disgusted me till I was old enough; I stole one of his cars and made for L.A., sold the car for enough cash to buy a small place and start fresh.
Jumped from job to job for the last few years, never much for friends but I could talk myself out or in of anything. While working as a valet I met… Michelle; my sire, she treated me better than anyone else ever did. She became something of a sister to me; imagine surprise when she seemed to know everything about me.
Thought she might be some agent my old man sent after me for stealing his car, and she practically read my mind and convinced me she meant no ill will.
Eventually leading up to tonight, becoming a vampire tends to make someone look back and ask themselves who they are.
My human name died today, not to mention it was a memento of my old man; some proud legacy.
Now I need a new name.
I look through the stars till I saw a constellation, my favourite one in fact. That shall be my new name, from now on…
I am the Ventrue Kindred known as Draco.
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Authors Notes:
Short, I know but I'm still getting a feel to how I should do this but I will try and do better.