Complete Bashit 2
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Malk: I've been spotted! XD Lol it's likely that there'll be a bit of Prince lovin' action will show up, but other characters will get some love too! :D Thanks for reviewing!
WotanAnubis: The reason I chose a Malkavian is because I just can't get over the funny shit they say XD Helps make the game funnier n less scary! I started playing when I was 12 and I was a bit of a wuss back then and being a Malk made it easier ahahaha. Stupid headhunters…scaring the shit outta me… -mutter mutter-
My business at the clinic done and dusted, I returned to the most lavish apartment building in Santa Monica. Though, that wasn't saying much.
Bloodied Mercurio was very still on his couch. It looked as if he hadn't moved since I'd left!
"Mercury," I cooed, shaking his shoulder gently. "Have you crossed the dark river Mercury?" With all his money stolen he wouldn't have a penny for the ferryman!
Luckily for Mercury, his heart still beat and he rolled over with a groan.
"I have some num-juice!" I grinned, dosing him with the pilfered meds.
"Ahh…" he sighed as the pain left him. "Oh, holy Christ I needed that."
"I will return with the boom-boom," I promised, before leaving the apartment with a wave.
Now, where were the numbskulls that owe me some boom-boom?
I walked down the end of Main Street, towards the covered car park that Mercurio had directed me earlier. On the way, the only people I passed were whores and bums. I was lucky to have found that yummy blue-blood earlier; the rest of the population would probably give me herpes.
Under the harsh lights of the car park, I followed the faded signs directing me to the beach and eventually came across a staircase, going down.
Next to the stair case, however, was a pair of distracting policemen having a quiet conversation.
"I've seen a lot of things in my years on the force," one was saying. "But that pier…that's the kind of thing tat makes you loose your faith in humanity."
Pier? What tragedies had befallen Lady Monica's biggest tourist trap? Maybe I should pick up a newspaper sometime in my afterlife.
"I've gotta say it's the second worst thing I've ever seen," the other cop answered in a world weary tone.
The first cop was shocked. "That poor bastard down there in torn in two! By the looks of it you'd think someone tied him to two horses and raced them in opposite directions! What could you have possibly seen that's worse that what's down there?!"
"It was two years ago, at the Malibu…We found this guy at the beach. It was like, I don't know, an animal attack."
"Shark bite?"
"Nah, this weren't no shark bite…"
The two men talked for a while longer, but eventually my minds wandered and I was obliged to follow them down the stairs towards the beach.
As I reached the end of the tunnel, I was greeted by a young Mexican woman.
"Up there," she said, pointing gup the cliff that surrounded the beach. "Through that chain-link gate and up those stairs."
"Ah!" I grinned. "The demons who broke the fleet-footed god."
She nodded. "Those men you are looking for."
"You see the twisted strings of my tomorrows!" I gushed. "Speak more!"
"Nevermind," she said, looking away. "You wouldn't understand."
I pouted. "May the moon light your twisted path, shadow-seer. Farewell."
Walking into the beach I spotted three men standing around a large fire. I walked up the tallest (and shirtless-est!) one and attempted to strike up conversation, but he beat me to the punch.
"Listen, it's like I've told you types 'bout a thousand times now," he raged in a heavy Australian accent. "We know we can't hunt 'round here, alright? We're minding out own business, no reason to hassle the weaklings."
I tilted my head to the side. "I will cast no shadow on your flame, little sickling."
He frowned. "You mean you ain't here to run us off?"
"No. But a pity to be trapped within invisible walls."
"We're getting pretty sick of it," he muttered. "Someone citing domain or in the worst cases, hunting us for sport."
It was now my turn to frown. "Who is the hunter and why?"
He shrugged. "Don't know. We all seem to come down with the same disease – ah who am I kiddin', we're a bad horror show alright. We seem to be the runts – the mistakes. You types call us thin-blood." She scrunched his nose in distaste. "I say we're all equally screwed."
"Tell me of the thin blood."
"Damned if I know," he shrugged. "I know you don't wanna be one. You seem to be in the loop," he looked me up and down. "You tell me."
I too, shrugged. "What clan spawned the thin ones?" My own clan, the children of Malkav, might be the family of crazies and loons (though I had yet to feel its damning effects!) but out blood was still as thick as the night we were Embraced.
"Clan?" he frowned. "See I've all heard all that before, an—and I still don't know what the hell anyone's talking about," his voice wavered. "I'd like to know just what I've become – we- we'd all like to know just what kind of devil's contract we've apparently signed."
"How did your blood go from thick to thin?" I questioned and he told me of his dark muse, Lily, who we'd met every night until she had finally turned him; passing her own thin blood onto him. He hadn't seen her since.
"Is your flower dead?" I asked hesitantly.
"Clinically, yes," he chuckled without mirth. "But honestly, I don't know. I suppose I'd've moved on by now if I didn't think she'd show up one of these nights. There's a lot I've got left to say to her," he sighed.
"Perhaps I can delve the mysteries of you thin blood?" I offered.
"Well I hope you have better luck that I did. No one's been particularly friendly to me in this city. Only reason we're in Santa Monica is cuz we haven't been chased out yet."
I looked around at his companions; two pale, wary looking guys. "Does the thin blood flow for you all?"
"Aye. " He nodded. "Most of 'em just recently arrived in LA. Got chased out of their home towns by the "Sabbath" or some such thing. They're more in the dark than I am. They're a good bunch but…. Well they've been through a lot. It's affected them."
I nodded. "I will return if I learn anything of your thinness."
"Alright. The name's E, by the way. See y'round." He waved me off, then returned to staring at the flames.
I'd dawdled enough. I walked through the gate ad started up the three flights of stairs. At the top of the cliff was a small bungalow with a picket fence and a red van parked out front. How picturesque. Or at least it would be, except for the shirtless meat-head standing guard out front. Time to strut my stuff!
"Help ya?" he grunted as I walked up.
"Hey there, beach boy," I greeted with a perky flutter of my eyelashes. "Let me in, and later I'll let you bury me in the sand."
"I'll tell you what..." he gave me a once over and smirked. "I'll let you in. If on your way out, you want to work out a little fair trade for future purchases, you come see me. I'm Brain."
"Think of beach balls until I get back, Briiiian," I went and continued inside. Score! Looks like I could get in and out with the boom-boom without having to lift a finger.
Inside the house was a dump, with peeling wallpaper, stained carpet and hooded teens tittering about the place. I strode past them with confidence, but the door to the next room was locked, forcing me to go through the kitchen and then through a laundry room.
As I was about to open the door the boom-boom, however, I paused, remembering Mercury's simoleons. If I was a crook, where would I hide my pilfered dollars? I scouted around the room for a few minutes before finding and openable air vent on the floor. Crawling in I found a small envelope. Bingo!
The envelope secure in my pocket, I finally opened the door and was greeted by a dark man in a white suit and a teen standing in the corner.