Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire the Masquerade or the World of Darkness or any established characters associated with the setting and established lore.

Trigger Warnings: The world of Darkness and Vampire in general explores many topics that may or may not include, Drug and alcohol use, murder, violence, all types of abuse and use of profanity.

I gave it a M rating since it could be triggering and contain a more darker mature version of the world.

This is the first fanfiction that I am attempting to write so do critique and comment on each chapter.

Chapter 1

A shimmer of moonlight pierced through spaces in an alley between two buildings. The light seemed to resemble a spotlight that focused on one particular door on one of the buildings. A sign that read "STAFF ONLY" glowed for a moment before disappearing into the darkness of the entrance as the door opened.

Footsteps echoed as a figure wearing a black hoodie emerged from the open door. Walking at a brisk pace the figure exited the alley and looking towards the building on the right looked up at the red neon sign, "SUCCUBUS CLUB", and walked away as if they were the only being in Chicago.

A chance encounter

"Police are on the scene at this convenience store in ChinaTown and they've already cordoned off the area with crime scene tape and with the shattered glass and shell casings scattered around the front of the store, it's apparent that a shootout happened earlier tonight. We'll keep you updated as more information is released by Chicago P.D. This is Paige Wilson Channel 9 news reporting."

The channel on the screen changed from the news to some sitcom that could be described as not only a really bad attempt at comedy but also a crash course in junior varsity improvisation. Two people sat on a couch in a cluttered living room in a small apartment. The girl lit a pipe letting the small crystal heat up and once it looked just right she took a hit and passed it to her current boyfriend.

Mykaela looked at Marcus waiting for him to take the pipe. Her messy long black hair almost hid the glassy look in her eyes. She rolled her eyes at him when she noticed what he had started watching.

"Really? Do we have to watch this show again? Let's watch something on NETFLIX bae."

Marcus took the pipe and lit it taking a hit then blowing the smoke out towards the ceiling.

"NETFLIX got cancelled. That prepaid VISA card was kinda traded for a quick bump last week."

She jumped off the couch and picked up an ash tray that had been on the heavily stained coffee table that awkwardly sat in front of the couch. Enraged she threw the ashtray at his head barely missing as it shattered against the wall behind him.

"What the fuck Marcus? The money on that card was everything I had saved up for the bills. What are we supposed to do now?"

Looking up at her he gave her an Eat shit and die glance.

"Not really my problem. Maybe you should go spread your legs for the old man upstairs again."

She gave him one last look before grabbing her jacket and purse from beside the couch.

"Fuck You! You're such a dick."

She turned and walked out of the apartment as tears mixed with mascara ran down her cheek.

Mykaela ran out of the apartment building and walked away not even looking back. It had always been the same story time and time again. She'd meet some guy that would get high with her, they'd hookup and end up in a fucked up relationship until they took all they could leaving her broke and dirty.

Markus had been the one that had her sleep with that old guy so he would post bail for his stupid ass. Who the hell did he think he was throwing that up in her face. She had reluctantly screwed the guy in some sad attempt to show a sense of love she had towards Markus.

Love? What the fuck did she know about love. Had it been love when her mother died giving birth to her that caused her father to physically and mentally abuse her up until she ran away at 14. Had it been love that her pimp Donnie showed her every time he beat the shit out of her for whatever reason he had when he felt like it.

Fuck everything. She wasn't exactly in the best position to make any changes in her life. She was a high school drop out, she was strung out on meth, she probably had a few underline mental health conditions and her only skills were either relieving others of their possessions or giving guys sexual favors in exchange for cash or meth.

While she contemplated what her next move would be, she had been completely oblivious to the person that had been on a collision course with her on the dimly lit sidewalk she had been going down on.

A black cloth COVID face mask with a yellow upside down smiley face could be seen coming from under the black hoodie as unseen eyes focused on the girl that was straight ahead. A shoulder bump hid the quick action that had went unobserved. A small baggie with white powder slid unnoticed into the open purse. The two figures turned and looked at each other after the collision took place.

Mikaela looked at the hooded figure noticing the weird mask and almost immediately a sense of dread came upon her. It had almost been like she was frozen in place with a fear that had been indescribable. She didn't move or say a word until the figure gave a strange bow before turning around and walking away.