The Crow: Retribution
By Xenomorph666
The Crow is © James O'Barr
Garou and all other W.o.D. related articles are © White Wolf Publishing
All other Characters are © me and their Real life counterparts
Chapter 7
Amateur night at the St. George
When the crow finally found the St. George it came back to guide me to it. I took the back way in. If anyone here had information I was going to have to beat it out of them. I walked in through the back and found that most of the patrons where, shall we say a bit "hairy". They all took notice of me, but no-one did anything until I was smack dab in the middle of the room. A large black furred werewolf stood in my way.
"We don't like bloodsuckers here, corpse", he spat on my boots.
I lifted my face for him to get a good look at it. "Do I look like I suck blood, Rin-Tin-Tin?", a few of the lycanthropes giggled, others just shook their head as though I was a dead man. Ironic, no?
The werewolf's stunned look quickly turned to a look of contorted rage as he roared in my face.
"Whoa! Man I'd go see a dentist about those teeth, they look decayed."
He took a swipe at me. I blocked and punched him square in the chest, I sent him sailing into a wall. He was out cold. Of course the fact that a picture frame conked him on the head helped. That's when the rest of the club rose to their furry feet and I do mean "furry". At first I thought an explanation might be in order. Then I decided fighting might make for a better chance of survival.
Thankfully a tall bronze haired woman entered just at the moment the others were about to attack.
"You won't harm him." She said solemnly with a thick Irish accent.
Another large black werewolf spoke "He attacked first, the corpse will pay!"
"Should I say it slower? You Caaaannn't kiiiillll hiiiiiiim.", she took a sip of a beer
"What would a Ragabash know?"
Needless to say at this point I'm a little more than confused.
"I know the legends, I know the mask, I know the face, and I know a Galliard."
At the last mention the room seems to settle. But not much, and two large brown werewolves grab me by the shoulders. I brush them off. They grab me again. I brush them off again. They grab me again. I break their arms. The room is back to normal.
Another woman walks, this time raven haired, she almost reminds of one of the twins. So much to the point that I have to physically restrain myself. She speaks in almost singing voice.
"Yes, he is dead. But not how you think Ahroun. He is back only to set the wrong things right. To put justice to the name of his killers. For Retribution. For revenge."
Her little song seems to set the room against me even more. I get ready for a fight. Then the crow perches on my shoulder and half the room backs off. The other half just wet them selves.
"Follow me, child. I shall help you seek what is wrong." The raven haired woman says to me. I'm not sure why but I feel I must trust her and the crow doesn't protest, so I follow.
"If he is back for vengeance, why does he come here, to us?"
She speaks once more; "Do you think it is only the vampires who take human lives? If so, you are thicker in the head than..." she stopped speaking and led me away.
As I left I took notice of the club. It was a gentleman's club. I'll have to beat some sense into that vampire later…