Title: Diary of an Immortal
Author: Neko Kitsune
Fandom: White Wolf
Pairing: OC+(OC+OC)
Feedback: neko_kitty73@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: My muses were smacking me around, and I was liking it, and this was the result. White Wolf's world is not mine. Neither is Max, though I do have permission to use him/her. Rinn belongs solely to me, however.
See Entry One for full disclaimers, but basically, this fic has a much lighter tone than the White Wolf World likely ever intended. Which is, of course, what makes it so fun to play with ^_~
Just remember White Wolf's one Golden Rule, "There are no rules."
Archive: If you want it, go nuts! Just be a dear and tell me about it so I can link you ^_^
Warnings: AU, Gender Issues, Vampires, Hunters, Guns, Language, Bondage. You heard right, Bondage.
Rating: PG-13
Other Notes: The "Diaries" have all been co-written with my good friend, Bean.


Date: The Next Day

I wake up. Alone. Rinn has gone...somewhere...

This is both unusual and frightening.

I bolt out of the bedroom, and stumble into the den.

I walk pass the couch, noting with interest the figure bound, gagged, and placed on the middle cushion. He has an dish of ice cream in front of him.

She seems to have forgotten that you can't eat through a gag. Apparently, she has tried to feed him. Ice cream is smeared all over his super-naturally gorgeous face.

Again, I give into the urge to laugh.

Rinn hops up beside me and points at the couch.

You see, Rinn doesn't have to breathe. No breaks in conversation for her. None at all. But I'm used it, so I am able to pick out the pertinent information.

Mainly, that his name is Ethan. And my Rinn thinks she's in love with him.

Also, he wouldn't eat his ice cream.

I only respond to the last bit, That's because he's gagged dear.

As soon as Rinn removes the gag, the Hunter begins to speak.

Oh wonderful. Another one. At least he has to stop to breathe occasionally. Or so I thought...

Again, I respond only to the last remark, and pick up a cloth to wipe off his face.

This will not end well.

Hopefully, it will end better than last time. I'm still recovering from last time. Did you know Lupine's don't like vampires? They are actually the ancient and eternal enemies of vampires. Rinn activitely sought one out and brought it back here. How she managed that exactly, I'm still not sure. But, it's alright. I didn't really need my left eye. No no. Not at all.

On the other end of the couch, I notice Rinn chewing on something. Something small, shiny, and silver.

Bullets?

Ethan notices this too.

SHE'S EATING MY BULLETS!

I accept his new development with considerable calm, Sweetie, did you eat his guns?

SHE COULD HAVE EATEN MY GUNS?!?

No! I put them in the refrigerator!"

I wander off to the bathroom to retrieve Ethan's guns.

According to Rinn, the bathroom is a refrigerator. As is the hall closet. And the attic. The actual refrigerator is known simply as, The Goldfish Bowl.

I hear a shriek from behind me, WHAT? THE REFRIGERATOR?"

I yell over my shoulder, No, the bathroom!

I hear more screaming. Apparently, that bit of information did not make him feel better.

I walk over, untie the Hunter, and release him, empty guns in hand.

Goodbye Hunter. I'll see you tomorrow."

No! No you won't! I'm getting away this time. I'm going to leave this town, and never come back. Ever!

That's what he thinks, anyway.

The rest of the night is relatively tame. Comparatively. As tame as life ever is with Rinn around.

~tbc~