iAll the Vampires and their world in America is based on the popular game: Vampire: The Masquerade published by White Wolf games. None of the stories or characters from the game were incorporated only the world and attributes which those characters may or may not possess.
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In the frame of the open door Nagini beheld a snake. This snake was a rattler, something Nagini regarded as lunch. A simple squeeze, during which she may have to endure one simple bite, but worth the nourishment. She hissed in delight explaining to her master of her intentions.
"Now, now, Nagini, be graceful to our guest." Nagaini looked at Voldemort in protest. The rattler's tail began to tail as he began to slither forward. His body began to split. Two tenticles began to grow of the side of its body as the rattle on its tail split and grew. The snake transformed as Nagini watched in amazement. In a few moments the rattler had become a full-fledged man, yet there was no evidence of any magic used.
"Are you the Gangrel they called Sy?"
"Sy Pentor. That would be me."
"Welcome to London," Voldemort smiled.
"Thanks. Good to be here. Is this your snake?"
"That would be Nagini. An invaluable part of my ressurection."
"I see. A rather stupid snake, if she is so willing to take on the undead."
"She may not know any better but here magic powers are beyond the pale. How was your flight? I do apologize that you... I couldn't aparate you here, but it would have attracted too much attention. Too many people know I am here already."
"Indeed. Well you sure look like you've been through hell." The vampire said, looking over his milk white skin and serpentile nose.
"I've had my body reborn, after 13 years of being formless. I was reborn out of a potion prepared."
Sy on the other hand looked exactly has he did when he was embraced; turned into a vampire. He was young when it happened. The youth of 21 still etched in his kindred body. He's look was mostly like a goth from the '80's, although if you asked him he'd say he was about 150 years old born under the name Simon Pent of the Virginia Pents. He did not remember how he was made kindred. It was in the woods the night he was chasing an escaped slave, who was thought to escape to the wood as a spy for the Union. As a sergeant in the confederate army, Simon couldn't allow what he thought a possession, his possession, at the time, escape to inform the enemy of any Confederate plans.
In his immortal life, he lived in the woods serving as a messanger and spy himself for the Grand Prince of Detroit, one of the first of his clan to gain such a position as leader of that city. He found it very ironic that in his death he would come to serve the enemy in the North against whom he had fought so stoutly against in life.
"Not bad for kine. It certainly would fascinate the Tmitzcie in Eastern part of Europe. You've heard of their experiments on the bodies of living kindred, right? Another of my master's servants fell into the hands of one those bastards. They tried to humiliate him by trying to make him look like an angel. His ribcage became the frame for the wings. It was rather grotesque."
"Did your master receive my emissary?" Said Voldemort getting to the point.
"Oh, yeah, we uh, received him quite well." The Gangrel said licking his lips. "Yeah he was, uh, very tasty."
"And? What did he think of my proposition?"
"Well he's more offended that he has to accept the services of kine to accomplish this, since all the kindred in the area already have sources of their own and using his merchandice would only invite competition. This of course, the local vampires would like to avoid. It's gets very deadly when factions battle over something like this. However, he figured that he's far away enough from these factions that sneaking in a kine distributor for the London area wouldn't be too difficult and he would be out of the picutre. Be warned, my friend. If he find you cheating him out of his share.. Well, let's just say that your magic would be very finite in aiding your defense from us!"
"Are those his demands? That I run his little drug circle in London?"
"He would gladly have you embraced, if you were to run this little project for him. He figures your cronies could set up an entire network of distribution throughout London, it would generate millions of American dollars for the clan, as well as a generous amount of Galleons, if that's what you call them, for yourself."
"I would prefer English pounds. Converting to muggle money is expensive. If I have a source of income, it becomes much easier for matters of shall we say, influence."
"Understood. I'm sure it could be arranged."
"Good. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah. It's near dawn. Think I'll could use a bite before I go to sleep."
"Wormtail!!"
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In the frame of the open door Nagini beheld a snake. This snake was a rattler, something Nagini regarded as lunch. A simple squeeze, during which she may have to endure one simple bite, but worth the nourishment. She hissed in delight explaining to her master of her intentions.
"Now, now, Nagini, be graceful to our guest." Nagaini looked at Voldemort in protest. The rattler's tail began to tail as he began to slither forward. His body began to split. Two tenticles began to grow of the side of its body as the rattle on its tail split and grew. The snake transformed as Nagini watched in amazement. In a few moments the rattler had become a full-fledged man, yet there was no evidence of any magic used.
"Are you the Gangrel they called Sy?"
"Sy Pentor. That would be me."
"Welcome to London," Voldemort smiled.
"Thanks. Good to be here. Is this your snake?"
"That would be Nagini. An invaluable part of my ressurection."
"I see. A rather stupid snake, if she is so willing to take on the undead."
"She may not know any better but here magic powers are beyond the pale. How was your flight? I do apologize that you... I couldn't aparate you here, but it would have attracted too much attention. Too many people know I am here already."
"Indeed. Well you sure look like you've been through hell." The vampire said, looking over his milk white skin and serpentile nose.
"I've had my body reborn, after 13 years of being formless. I was reborn out of a potion prepared."
Sy on the other hand looked exactly has he did when he was embraced; turned into a vampire. He was young when it happened. The youth of 21 still etched in his kindred body. He's look was mostly like a goth from the '80's, although if you asked him he'd say he was about 150 years old born under the name Simon Pent of the Virginia Pents. He did not remember how he was made kindred. It was in the woods the night he was chasing an escaped slave, who was thought to escape to the wood as a spy for the Union. As a sergeant in the confederate army, Simon couldn't allow what he thought a possession, his possession, at the time, escape to inform the enemy of any Confederate plans.
In his immortal life, he lived in the woods serving as a messanger and spy himself for the Grand Prince of Detroit, one of the first of his clan to gain such a position as leader of that city. He found it very ironic that in his death he would come to serve the enemy in the North against whom he had fought so stoutly against in life.
"Not bad for kine. It certainly would fascinate the Tmitzcie in Eastern part of Europe. You've heard of their experiments on the bodies of living kindred, right? Another of my master's servants fell into the hands of one those bastards. They tried to humiliate him by trying to make him look like an angel. His ribcage became the frame for the wings. It was rather grotesque."
"Did your master receive my emissary?" Said Voldemort getting to the point.
"Oh, yeah, we uh, received him quite well." The Gangrel said licking his lips. "Yeah he was, uh, very tasty."
"And? What did he think of my proposition?"
"Well he's more offended that he has to accept the services of kine to accomplish this, since all the kindred in the area already have sources of their own and using his merchandice would only invite competition. This of course, the local vampires would like to avoid. It's gets very deadly when factions battle over something like this. However, he figured that he's far away enough from these factions that sneaking in a kine distributor for the London area wouldn't be too difficult and he would be out of the picutre. Be warned, my friend. If he find you cheating him out of his share.. Well, let's just say that your magic would be very finite in aiding your defense from us!"
"Are those his demands? That I run his little drug circle in London?"
"He would gladly have you embraced, if you were to run this little project for him. He figures your cronies could set up an entire network of distribution throughout London, it would generate millions of American dollars for the clan, as well as a generous amount of Galleons, if that's what you call them, for yourself."
"I would prefer English pounds. Converting to muggle money is expensive. If I have a source of income, it becomes much easier for matters of shall we say, influence."
"Understood. I'm sure it could be arranged."
"Good. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah. It's near dawn. Think I'll could use a bite before I go to sleep."
"Wormtail!!"