Title: Diary of an Immortal
Author: Neko Kitsune
Fandom: White Wolf
Pairing: OC+(OCxOC)
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, Twister. Fear the Twister.
Rating: R
Other Notes: The "Diaries" have all been co-written with my good friend, Bean.


Date: I'm Starting to Suspect I Should Really Invest in a Sundial or Something

I wake and, like yesterday, Rinn is not there. This does not bode well for the Hunter, stupid little Lunchable-waiting-to-happen.

I stroll casually into the living room, in much less of panic than yesterday. But I don't see them in the room. I search the rest of the house quickly, and determine neither is present. Yet.

Than I hear screaming from the backyard.

And it sounds like the shrieks are coming from Rinn.

I no longer pity the Hunter.

Stupid, stupid, thinking that the Hunter wasn't really a threat.

No matter how personable Rinn is, he's *still* a Hunter.

As I reach the middle of the yard, I belatedly really I've got a firm grip on what appears to be the the remains of the backdoor.

And than I see the Twister mat set up. Rinn is screaming, because she has lost her balance and fallen on her ass.

Ethan seems to be admiring the view. Not that I blame him, she's not wearing a shirt.

Wait. Why is she not wearing a shirt?

Rinn seems to read my mind.

Hi Max! We're playing Strip Twister!

Ethan's coat and shirt are hanging in a nearby tree.

I swear, if he keeps grinning at me, I will throw the backdoor at him.

Ethan says calmly, You could play too, Max.

Thank you so much for the invitation. Bastard.

No, no I can't.

At least he's adjusting. Humans are amazingly versatile like that.

Don't worry, we're both guys and-

Ethan notices the look I am giving him a just little late. His sentence ends up in a confused jumble.

Aren't we?

I just glare.

The Hunter recovers quickly, So, you're a woman?

I keep glaring.

Aren't you?

This is almost amusing. Not quite. The fact that Rinn seems to have determined that she's lost Strip Twister, and is now divesting herself of all her clothes does make me smile though.

Than I realize the Hunter is still sitting there. And is now more confused than ever.

Ethan speaks, Wait. Why is she....And why don't you know...AND WHY AM I HERE?

Rinn glomps the Hunter, wearing only bra and panties.

That seems to be enough of an answer for him.

I walk inside. I can't wait for the frustrated screams when she loses all interest in five minutes, and starts watching her toes.

Stupid Hunter. He thinks he's gonna get some. From a Malkavian. MY MALKAVIAN.

Moron.

I've never met anyone but fellow vampires who are even potentially fast enough to keep up with Rinn. But, he looks like he's going to try.

Moron.

~tbc~