A/N: Hey everyone. Branching out from my usual HP fics XD I'm an INSANE fan of V:tMB so I decided to do a novelisation on the fic from the POV a female Malkavian(I didn't bother making up a name for her seeing as it's never mentioned in the game anyway). All the dialogue comes from the game and I wrote is as I played it XD Lots of fun! The narration is a bit loco seeing as the character is, so if you haven't ever played as a Malk or don't understand the crazy shit I'm on about my PM me and I'll explain it the best I can. This fic isn't beta'd by the way, so tell me if you pick up any mistakes! The response I get from this chapter will help me decide if I continue!
CHAPTER ONE: Erands for Mercury
Coming out of Mercury's apartment, I looked up and down the street. What was I doing again? Oh yes, the boom-boom! I was collecting boom-boom and numbings for my new friend, Mercurio. Dear Mercury had gone and gotten himself stabbed and shot and bashed all in one night!
But first, I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since that night. The bum I'd snacked on on the way here didn't count.
I strutted down the street, back towards my shitty apartment block where the jester-prince had set up a Haven for me. It smelt funny, but there were nice posters on the wall, and snackings in the fridge.
I grinned, spotting a handsome suited man standing on the street corner, looking at his Rolex. "Hmmm…what time is it?" he muttered to himself, before looking up as I stood in front of him.
"Perhaps we might make a sweet, street side rendezvous," I purred to him with a sly smile.
His eyes glazed over as he looked me up and down. Oh yeah. I knew I was hot. I was a stripper in life, for Malkav's sake!
The blue-blood cleared his throat. "I've suddenly got the urge to walk down that…dark and foreboding alley over there. Care to join me?"
"We can join ourselves here…" I whispered, stroking the side of his face softly; bringing him closer to me. His eyes closed as we grey nearer and… I dug my fangs into his jugular. A breathy moan left him as I dragged out his sweet life juice and drank it greedily. As his heartbeat grew slower, I reluctantly pulled myself away from him and he slumped here he stood, wobbling on his feet.
My stomach blood –did the blood I drank even go to my stomach? Vampire biology is so confusing! - I remembered I had tasked to complete; getting the fleet footed god's numbness and boom-boom. Numbness would have to come first; the beach-hogging meth head's weren't going anywhere anytime soon.
Across the street, a large, red neon cross blinked at me. Ah ha! The medi-clinic; home of white walls, smelly interns and morphine! The perfect place to get the numb that Mercury needed!
I walked across the street and up to the large glass doors, but before I could go in I found myself being greeted by a young man with golden eyes.
"Hey. How's it goin', girl?" he greeted casually.
I raised an eyebrow at him. I had no time for golden boys… But he was cute, and a little conversation never hurt anybody.
"I seek the vault of gold," I said. Ok, that made little sense to even me. But he had such shiny golden eyes.
Said eyes widened. "Aw man! Say that again!" he exclaimed.
I was confused now. Maybe talking to this guy wasn't such a good idea… "It wasn't me. It was one of the other voices in my head."
"Aw man!" he grinned wildly. "You- you're a vampire, aren't you?"
I gasped and covered my traitorous mouth with my hands and wailed a muffled "How did you knoooow?!"
"Hell Yeah! Oh man I just knew it!" Why was he celebrating? Didn't this mean I had to kill him? "Damn it was like I could just sense you! The name's Knox Harrington. A pleasure to meet you." His face broke out in another grin. "Aw man!"
"Are you also a night's child?" I asked.
"I'm a ghoul," he replied. "I didn't know about any of this stuff until a couple of months ago…When all of a sudden BAM! Whoa man! Vampires are real and right there in front of my eyes! Blew my goddamn mind.
I nodded wisely. "Ghoulish is and ghoulish…wait," I paused. "What is a ghoul?"
Knox then went on to tell me about human's who drank vampire blood and gained a little vampire power. Fun! Why wouldn't I have gotten that instead of the read deal?
I grinned. "Are you a happy little golden ghoul?" Maybe I could get one of my own!
"It's awesome!" he exclaimed, waving his arms around. "Man, it's like the best drug. Except it doesn't mess me up; just makes me feel like I'm better at everything!"
That sounded a little messed up.
Soon after that I left Knox to his 'secret mission' given to him by his 'nasty dude' master…Whoever that was. I entered the clinic. Time to get Mercury's numb-numbs.
There was a que in the waiting room. But I'm a vampire, damnit! I don't need no stinkin' ques! I marched right on up to the receptionist.
"Please, wait your turn and you'll be seen," she said in a nasally, dismissive voice.
"The spider's web of computation need repair, so here I am," I replied. And by computation I meant drugs. And by repair I meant steal.
"What the hell?" she frowned. "Web? You mean our network? What about it."
She sure asked a lot of question marks. Maybe I should have just made her crazy instead of spinning a lie about computations. "Your, uh, driver conflux has a security nagle in the IP routing matrix." Those words all had something to do with computers, right?
"Whatever," she replied, handing me the keys to go upstairs and permission to go out back. Score!
I continued down the hall. I could hear coughing and sobbing coming from one of the room. Oooh, suffering!
Pushing open the door I was greeted by the sight of a young, be-speckled red haired woman, clutching her bleeding abdomen.
"Uh! Please get a doctor!" she begged me.
"I will get a healer," I answered, but as I went to leave the room she started wailing and crying and I rushed back to her side.
"Ah! My insides!" she sobbed. "Can someone call my grandma? Please!?"
"Don't go before I rescue you, little morsel!" I cried and her breathing became laboured. Poor little snackling. She gasped for breath, curling up into herself on the hard hospital bed. "Taste me and be mine!" I slid a sharp nail across my wrist and held it up to her trembling lips.
The dying girl clutched at me, sucking greedily on my flowing veins. Colour returned to her pale flesh and I quickly pulled away from her.
"Mmmm…" She groaned and licked her lips, looking up at me with awe.
"You flesh mends," I nodded approvingly. Maybe vampires should make blood donations!
"You…wha…who…who are you?" she asked incoherently. "Oooh…" she clutched at her now healing stomach and looked up at me. "What did you do? What did you do to me?"
"I am a simple healer," I cooed, attempting to calm her as she became more aware. "A hospital healer."
"N-no, you did something. I can feel it…It's fixing me. You-I-I kissed you wrist… What did you do?"
"Some things are best forgotten. Wash me from your mind." What was it the jester-prince had said about masks? Ah, masquerade. She mustn't know my bloody little secret or big trouble for me!
"You… I feel like I know you," she reached up for me. "Like you've always been here."
"I must leave you now, my blood-love," I placed a gentle hand on her head. "Farewell."
I left the room with vampire speed. Not that she could follow me; she was still drunk on my vein juice.
I sped around the corner and down to the end of the hallway. One good deed down, one more to go! If I was a doctor, where would I keep numb-numbs?
At the end of the hall I found a locked door with a sign reading 'Dr Malcolm St Martin'. Oooh a doctor! Doctor's have lots of drugs!
I made quick work of the lock and swiped the bottles on the desk. Morphine! I was about to leave, only to be distracted by the doctor's shiny computer. I mean really, who leaves their emails sitting there in a locked room for any old vampire to read?
Especially emails as naughty as these! I giggled to myself as I read about the good doctor's 'house calls' to his favourite nurse's house. This information could come in handy.
I strolled down the hall; back to the room I'd seen earlier containing a dread-lock wearing black man in scrubs. The good doctor, perhaps?
"Are you the doctor that likes to play with his nurses?" I asked.
"Get out of here!" he shouted. Oppsie! Looks like I made him mad. "Can't you see I'm with a patient?"
"Your malpracticings will interest you wife," I went on with a grin.
"Are you trying to blackmail me? You don't know my wife, she wouldn't believe you! Now get out!"
"Perhaps "Trina" and "Paige" should trade doctor stories," I smirked.
His eyes widened. "W-wait now," he stuttered. "What do you want?"
"One hundred and fifty of your earth dollars." Woo-hoo! Moola!
"Deal." He glared at me. I swear, if I wasn't dead already, that glare could've killed me! "I'll drop it off later. Now never speak to me again."
"Drop my simoleons over the place of pawns. Farewell!" I spun on my heel and gave a little wave as I left the room. He slammed the door behind me.