So I was playing Bloodlines a little bit ago, and, as usual, I was running through as Malkavian (mostly because when I play the other clans, everything is so... normal), and I thought, "hey! my malk needs more CHARACTER"
Thus, this story was born. I may eventually flesh it out into a full story, but for now it's just a series of snapshots, mostly of my vampire's encounters with the Anarchs (because they make me giggle).
For the purposes of this story, I've taken some liberty with the female malkavians appearance and clothing, as well as various dialogue.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The major players in LA had gathered in the theater. Everyone who was anyone was there. The most powerful players being Therese Voerman, Isaac Abrams, Velvet Velour, Nines Rodriguez and his entourage, Skelter and Damsel. In one of the balconies sat the Tremere regent Maximillian Strauss. Even Jack was there, lurking in the shadows along the edge of the theater with cigarette smoke curling up around him. Various other kindred had put in an appearance, and those who came alone looked bored, while those with company whispered, looking impatient.
Finally, the door at the back of the stage burst open, and two nameless kindred came in, dragging a pair of staked vampires with them. Behind the four came Sebastian LaCroix, Prince of the Camarilla in LA, and his Sheriff.
The two staked kindred were cured rather violently of their paralysis, and in the crowd some of the more squeamish wrinkled their noses at the pained grunt from the male. He knelt, bare chested, next to the Sheriff, his head bowed and his hands bound behind his back. The smug looking vampire behind him gripped his neck as if to thwart any escape, but those watching could see the hopelessness in his posture.
A few feet away, her eyes lowered but her back straight, knelt the other previously staked kindred, hands also bound behind her. She was perfectly silent and looked confused, wary, and a little tired, her blue and white dress stained with blood along the neckline, a jagged tear where the stake had been. Her long dark hair was falling out of the loose tie that bound it, long strands falling around her pale face.
LaCroix began to speak, outlining the supposed crimes of the pair of vampires kneeling on stage, and the group of Anarchs around Rodriguez began muttering to each other. With little ceremony, the Sheriff unsheathed his massive sword and lopped the head off the male vampire. In her seat, Velvet averted her gaze briefly, the Toreador not quite having the stomach for such things. The fledgling flinched visibly as her sire disintegrated, a faint but audible whimper coming from her as a slight breeze scattered her pale skin with his ashes, causing several in the crowd to frown rather severely at LaCroix.
As LaCroix resumed his monologue, the fledgeling swayed slightly in place, her head weaving ever so slightly; suddenly, her gaze lifted, unerringly finding Nines Rodriguez in the darkness where he sat. Nines was vaguely surprised to note that she had one pale green eye, one light amber; she continued to stare for a moment, then bowed her head, her unusual eyes drifting shut as the Prince began to announce his decision regarding her fate.
Without really thinking, Rodriguez jumped to his feet, interrupting the sentencing with an angry shout, his teeth bared as he hissed at the so called prince. Damsel and Skelter both jumped up as well, putting out hands to prevent him from doing something suicidal like rushing the stage. At his exclamation, the theatre erupted in loud murmurs, Isaac and the rest standing to face LaCroix, their faces clearly showing their agreement with the vocal Anarch and their sympathy for the newborn kindred.
After surveying the crowd, perhaps gauging it's mood, the Prince doled out a measured dose of Camarilla mercy, granting the fledgling clemency. At his words, Rodriguez glanced over at the girl, his face not betraying his surprise when he found her once again watching him. He turned and made his way out of the theatre, not really needing to hear the specifics of her probation, Skelter and Damsel falling into step behind him, whispering to each other as they walked.