After Malachi had left her room, Katia was left to her thoughts. She
couldn't pine over her lost primogen for so long a time. She had to move on
and take her position's responsibilities. It was time to move forwards.
Closing her blinds, Katia collapsed onto her bed and fell to sleep.
* * *
As the sun started to fall to the horizon, a group of men dressed in suits stood outside The Haven. One was tall and rather scrawny-looking, his tilted up chin showing faint traces of an incredible ego. The Brujah primogen was arrogant.
"Will she be here?" one of the larger men asked.
"I'm sure of it," Cameron replied. "Come on." He and his cronies descended into the club, creating a dramatic scene, as usual.
Sure enough, who they were seeking was on stage...
"Don't worry I won't hurt anybody, it must be the vampire inside me!"
Embraced was having an encore performance at the Haven. Katia was now garbed in a tight black t-shirt, long black shorts to her upper shin, ripped up black nylons, bunched down socks, and a pair of high-top Converse shoes, black as well. Her hair was wavy, hanging down to her shoulders; her make up was gothic, with dark eyes and lips and a pale complexion. Any male that was watching her and listening to her music was either scared to death or horny as hell.
Cameron nodded and the bunch of Brujah sat at a table, keeping an eye on Katia, whose voice had darkened as soon as they entered. Her eyes had narrowed and she watched the Brujah primogen with a look of pure rage and contempt. She knew he was there for a purpose, and not a pleasant one...
As "Do you think I'm weird" ended, Katia made and announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said in a low tone as a dark bass beat began, "I'd like to dedicate this next song to the man that just entered The Haven. Cameron, listen closely..."
As the pulsing metal sound snarled through the club, Katia took the mic from the stand and stalked around the stage.
"It's unexpected, it's uncalled for and obscene; it's abnormal, it's irregular and mean; it's our nature, it's our blood and our destiny; only one of us will live and it's gonna be me. Blood will splash, claws will slash, fangs will rip and tear; a battle will rage on until only one is there..."
Katia continued her verbal challenge in song until a last line of "You won't survive, I'll make sure of that..." With the final guitar roar echoing throughout The Haven, Katia dropped the mic and vanished from the stage. Cameron and his Brujah buddies also rose and walked out.
And from his position in the club overhang, Malachi watched in fearful anticipation of what would happen..."
* * *
The back alley erupted into raging snarls, sounding like a battle between rabid dogs. Cameron and Katia were at each other's throats, fangs bared and claws grown.
"You killed Lillie, you bastard!" Katia howled in fury. "You don't deserve to live!" She bit down hard on Cameron's shoulder and collar bone, her fangs piercing deep into his muscles.
Cameron's claws tore at Katia's back, shredding her shirt and flesh alike. Katia yelped and released Cameron in order to cry out in pain. With her distracted, Cameron threw her off.
Without warning, the four Brujah lackeys leapt upon the Toreador leader and proceeded to rip at her. As Katia screamed, blackness plaguing her mind, she slowly realized weight was being lifted off her until the last Brujah was tackled away.
Looking up, Katia saw her four bandmates attacking the four sidekicks of Cameron. Looking further, she saw Cameron staring wide-eyed at the tall figure in front of him.
Malachi.
"You have disobeyed the agreement, Cameron," he growled. "You said if a battle happened, it would be primogen versus primogen, not primogen versus the primogen's bodyguards! Enough!" he shouted to the other Brujah fighting Toreador. They instantly backed up and the Toreador quickly returned to their sire's side, helping her to her feet. Malachi's eyes returned to Cameron. "One more screw up and your life is forfeit. Don't forget it."
With that, Malachi and his Toreador friends disappeared from the back alley
* * *
"Katia, hold still. Cameron's hands aren't exactly the cleanest around."
Katia hissed in pain at the hydrogen peroxide Malachi was dabbing on her ripped back. "I'll kill him..." she growled. "Ow!" She whipped her head around to see Malachi scowling at her after pressing her peroxide-covered cloth to her back longer then necessary. "What was that for?!"
Malachi sighed in vexation. "You have spent almost two years wanting revenge, Kat. It'll be a shame if you get it and it doesn't help you any."
Closing her eyes, Katia sat up from lying on her bed and folded her arms to cover her bare chest. Her back stung and ached with every movement, even ones so subtle as breathing. "I just can't stand seeing his smug face anymore..." She glanced at the mirror over her shoulder only to see the skin and some muscle on her back ripped in lines from her shoulders to the small of her back. "This is going to take forever to heal..." she grumbled to herself.
Malachi sighed again and continued to clean Katia's wounds. "Well, it will unless you feed soon."
Katia turned to face him, staring at him strangely. "And just how am I supposed to catch any prey with my back in this condition?" she asked. "I can't even put on a shirt, let alone move without wincing. She cursed. "This is going to end..."
* * *
Cameron swore as he tore the shoulder of his suit away from the bite wound he had received. The skin was ripped open from visible fang entry points. He could feel that his collarbone was fractured and broken all over. He needed to go hunting in order to heal quicker.
Changing suits so the wound wasn't visible, Cameron straightened up and went out.
* * *
A knock came at the door of Katia's room as she wrapped a sheet around herself to keep some modesty. "Yes," she called.
The door swung open and in came her four worried bandmates. "Are you okay, Katia?" the bassist Alonzo asked. His shoulder-length blonde hair hung straight down.
Katia smirked. "Hey, I don't go down that easily. You should know that."
The dark-haired drummer Brody laughed. "Well, you embraced us, so of course not."
Donovan, their serious-to-a-fault cohort, walked forwards to Katia. Brushing the black bangs out of his face, the keyboardist peered at his sire. "You haven't fed," he surmised.
Katia shrugged. "How can I? I can't exactly hunt a human topless unless you can get me into a strip club..."
Kaylen smirked at her. "Exactly."
"Huh?"
* * *
The four boys watched Katia's back ripple into a full piece as she fed from the lecherous drunk that thought he was going to get a lap dance in a private room. Some lap dance he got...
As Katia yanked herself away, blood dribbling from the corner of her mouth and off her fangs, she panted and dropped the man. "Shirt, please," she requested as she pulled on a bra. Brody tossed her a t-shirt.
Fully dressed, Katia stood and licked the blood from her lips. "Much better," Alonzo commented. "Our primogen is back."
Katia nodded. "And now, we go for a real hunt..."
Closing her blinds, Katia collapsed onto her bed and fell to sleep.
* * *
As the sun started to fall to the horizon, a group of men dressed in suits stood outside The Haven. One was tall and rather scrawny-looking, his tilted up chin showing faint traces of an incredible ego. The Brujah primogen was arrogant.
"Will she be here?" one of the larger men asked.
"I'm sure of it," Cameron replied. "Come on." He and his cronies descended into the club, creating a dramatic scene, as usual.
Sure enough, who they were seeking was on stage...
"Don't worry I won't hurt anybody, it must be the vampire inside me!"
Embraced was having an encore performance at the Haven. Katia was now garbed in a tight black t-shirt, long black shorts to her upper shin, ripped up black nylons, bunched down socks, and a pair of high-top Converse shoes, black as well. Her hair was wavy, hanging down to her shoulders; her make up was gothic, with dark eyes and lips and a pale complexion. Any male that was watching her and listening to her music was either scared to death or horny as hell.
Cameron nodded and the bunch of Brujah sat at a table, keeping an eye on Katia, whose voice had darkened as soon as they entered. Her eyes had narrowed and she watched the Brujah primogen with a look of pure rage and contempt. She knew he was there for a purpose, and not a pleasant one...
As "Do you think I'm weird" ended, Katia made and announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said in a low tone as a dark bass beat began, "I'd like to dedicate this next song to the man that just entered The Haven. Cameron, listen closely..."
As the pulsing metal sound snarled through the club, Katia took the mic from the stand and stalked around the stage.
"It's unexpected, it's uncalled for and obscene; it's abnormal, it's irregular and mean; it's our nature, it's our blood and our destiny; only one of us will live and it's gonna be me. Blood will splash, claws will slash, fangs will rip and tear; a battle will rage on until only one is there..."
Katia continued her verbal challenge in song until a last line of "You won't survive, I'll make sure of that..." With the final guitar roar echoing throughout The Haven, Katia dropped the mic and vanished from the stage. Cameron and his Brujah buddies also rose and walked out.
And from his position in the club overhang, Malachi watched in fearful anticipation of what would happen..."
* * *
The back alley erupted into raging snarls, sounding like a battle between rabid dogs. Cameron and Katia were at each other's throats, fangs bared and claws grown.
"You killed Lillie, you bastard!" Katia howled in fury. "You don't deserve to live!" She bit down hard on Cameron's shoulder and collar bone, her fangs piercing deep into his muscles.
Cameron's claws tore at Katia's back, shredding her shirt and flesh alike. Katia yelped and released Cameron in order to cry out in pain. With her distracted, Cameron threw her off.
Without warning, the four Brujah lackeys leapt upon the Toreador leader and proceeded to rip at her. As Katia screamed, blackness plaguing her mind, she slowly realized weight was being lifted off her until the last Brujah was tackled away.
Looking up, Katia saw her four bandmates attacking the four sidekicks of Cameron. Looking further, she saw Cameron staring wide-eyed at the tall figure in front of him.
Malachi.
"You have disobeyed the agreement, Cameron," he growled. "You said if a battle happened, it would be primogen versus primogen, not primogen versus the primogen's bodyguards! Enough!" he shouted to the other Brujah fighting Toreador. They instantly backed up and the Toreador quickly returned to their sire's side, helping her to her feet. Malachi's eyes returned to Cameron. "One more screw up and your life is forfeit. Don't forget it."
With that, Malachi and his Toreador friends disappeared from the back alley
* * *
"Katia, hold still. Cameron's hands aren't exactly the cleanest around."
Katia hissed in pain at the hydrogen peroxide Malachi was dabbing on her ripped back. "I'll kill him..." she growled. "Ow!" She whipped her head around to see Malachi scowling at her after pressing her peroxide-covered cloth to her back longer then necessary. "What was that for?!"
Malachi sighed in vexation. "You have spent almost two years wanting revenge, Kat. It'll be a shame if you get it and it doesn't help you any."
Closing her eyes, Katia sat up from lying on her bed and folded her arms to cover her bare chest. Her back stung and ached with every movement, even ones so subtle as breathing. "I just can't stand seeing his smug face anymore..." She glanced at the mirror over her shoulder only to see the skin and some muscle on her back ripped in lines from her shoulders to the small of her back. "This is going to take forever to heal..." she grumbled to herself.
Malachi sighed again and continued to clean Katia's wounds. "Well, it will unless you feed soon."
Katia turned to face him, staring at him strangely. "And just how am I supposed to catch any prey with my back in this condition?" she asked. "I can't even put on a shirt, let alone move without wincing. She cursed. "This is going to end..."
* * *
Cameron swore as he tore the shoulder of his suit away from the bite wound he had received. The skin was ripped open from visible fang entry points. He could feel that his collarbone was fractured and broken all over. He needed to go hunting in order to heal quicker.
Changing suits so the wound wasn't visible, Cameron straightened up and went out.
* * *
A knock came at the door of Katia's room as she wrapped a sheet around herself to keep some modesty. "Yes," she called.
The door swung open and in came her four worried bandmates. "Are you okay, Katia?" the bassist Alonzo asked. His shoulder-length blonde hair hung straight down.
Katia smirked. "Hey, I don't go down that easily. You should know that."
The dark-haired drummer Brody laughed. "Well, you embraced us, so of course not."
Donovan, their serious-to-a-fault cohort, walked forwards to Katia. Brushing the black bangs out of his face, the keyboardist peered at his sire. "You haven't fed," he surmised.
Katia shrugged. "How can I? I can't exactly hunt a human topless unless you can get me into a strip club..."
Kaylen smirked at her. "Exactly."
"Huh?"
* * *
The four boys watched Katia's back ripple into a full piece as she fed from the lecherous drunk that thought he was going to get a lap dance in a private room. Some lap dance he got...
As Katia yanked herself away, blood dribbling from the corner of her mouth and off her fangs, she panted and dropped the man. "Shirt, please," she requested as she pulled on a bra. Brody tossed her a t-shirt.
Fully dressed, Katia stood and licked the blood from her lips. "Much better," Alonzo commented. "Our primogen is back."
Katia nodded. "And now, we go for a real hunt..."