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Malk: I knooow it's so hard to find a good malk fic through all the stuff I've never heard of _ It was by luck that I even GOT V:tMB, never mind any of the other pen and paper games XD

Celeste: Half the time my internet's down, so I cant do anything on the computer but play V:tMB XD Lucky for you guys! (Though recently I've gotten addicted to my Rune Factory game Ahaha)

Glassgow Smile: I'd be happy to look over it, I'm not that good at spelling but I'm unusually good at noticing when something is spelt wrong as long as I didn't write it XD If that makes sense!!

In this chapter we meet Jeanette, which should be fun, and screw with Knox's head XD Btw, if anyone ever see's something wrong with my tenses (then, now, etc) let me know? Not my strong point…

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I decided to return home for the night, seeing as the sky was beginning to lighten and I wasn't looking forward to being barbequed anytime soon.

First thing after stepping into the dingy apartment building, I checked my mailbox, finding the good doctor's blackmail money inside, just as promised. I wondered how he knew which number was mine… But at least I didn't have to break his legs.

Back in my apartment, I found two new emails waiting for me. On was from the boss, asking me to pick up some werewolf blood that had somehow made its way to the clinic (werewolves existed too? Somehow not so shocking) and the other was merely labeled from 'a friend'. I had no idea I had any!

I closed down the computer and boarded up the windows against the rising sun, before lying down on my rotting bed and succumbing to sleep.

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The next night dusked and I arose from my slumber, rolling of the bed and onto the floor (all the while ranting on about the early hour, even if it was seven in the evening) as I had often done in my years of life. Some things never change, it seems.

On my way out and on to the street, I spotted a newspaper sitting outside my neighbour's door. 'Carnival of Death', it read. 'Gruesome remains found on the pier! Police baffled!' This must be what those two policemen had been talking about yesterday. I might as well look into it later.

When I got outside it was raining (surprise, surprise) so I jogged across the street and down the alleyway next to the clinic. On the back of the alley wall was a large neon sign reading 'The Asylum'. This must be the place.

There were a few drunks loitering in front of the club and across the street I could see a 24/7 diner, probably the place I'd have to go later to asked about the thinned flower. Further down the street I could see a few landmarks; a bail bonds, an old gas-station and a salvage yard. Not to mention the screaming bum at the end of the road, wailing on about the end of the world.

I pushed my way past a vomiting drunk and entered the club. As the door closed behind me, the full force of the loud, pulsing music hit me and I rubbed my sensitive ears. Once I had rounded the corner I was greeted by a pale, well equipped young woman with blonde pigtails and dark, running eye make up.

"Well what do we have here?" She purred. "Another scrumptious young plaything straight out of life and into my club? You smell new, little girl, like fabric softener dew on freshly mowed Astroturf," she giggled. "Ooh, I'm not frightening you, am I duckling?"

I grinned at her approvingly. I could sense the tangled web of our forefathers within her. "I see before me a beauty who shares the madness of my mind."

Her eyes widened. "What? Oh my! A Malkavian! This ought to be absolutely delicious!" Two minds as crazy as ours, and who knows just what might happen."

"Greetings, daughter of Janus."

She laughed. "Oh! But you've got it bad, little girl! Not sure exactly what is real and what isn't? Janus…let's see…" she put a finger to her chin as she pouted in thought. "Isn't that a two faced Roman god? Of course, you're right," she grinned. "You just happened to meet the prettier face first."

"You are the whiteness," I nodded. "She of alabaster and ivory."

"Ha! Wait until Therese hears that! I am white to her black. She'll be absolutely furious!" She then looked me up and down with a smirk. "Of course, I won't be wearing white to any weddings, but… we can talk about that later."

I gave a sly grin. "Fear and love are two sides of the same coin."

She laughed. "I can tell you and I are going to get along just like firehoses."

"You mean we're both rolled up and twisted?" I asked with a tilt of my head.

She looked at me with hooded eyes. "When we get turned on, there's bound to be flames."

I chucked. "Burn, baby, burn. Give me the pleasure of your label."

"I'm the finger down you spine when all the lights are out. I'm the name on all the men's room walls. When I pout, the whole world tries to make me smile. And everyone always wants to know who… is… that girl?"

I felt a shiver run down my back. "My heart beats like a thousand primal drums." Well, it would if it still pumped blood. "Give me the gift of your name."

"I…am…Jeanette!" she ginned. "And this bit of chaos crammed in a certifiable giggle is my club. Oh, I'd love to give your funny feelings all night, sweetheart, bit I really must trouble with some business," she pouted. "We'll reunite sweet and soon, I promise."

I nodded with a sight. She really was fun. Made me feel just a little bit sane again. "Until our shattered selves once again collide."

With that she sauntered off to the side of the club and entered an elevator. Sad I was to see her go, it really was fun to watch her go. Alright, one sister down and one more to go. Time to find the darker face.

I scoped the room, but didn't spot any other member of the exclusive club that was vampirism. As I approached the bar, however, a familiar face made themself known to me.

"Hey, girl!" Knox greeted.

"Golden Ghoul!" I grinned. "What say you?"

"Eh, not much," he shrugged. "I'm just waitin' around for my master.

I blinked. "But what of the secret mission?"

"Oh man, not good! That's why I'm waiting to talk to him."

"Who is the Nasty Dude?"

"Okay, okay. I guess I can tell you about him. Oh man! His name's Bertram Tung! He's a Nosferatu."

Ah! The wormy man I sought…But why would a wormy rendezvous with his ghoulie in the middle of a crowded club? "What do you do for the Nasty Dude?" I eventually questioned.

"Aw man! Well, Bertram had me keeping an eye on this guy, this Asian dude who's been pokin' around Santa Monica. Bertram thought he might be a vampire or…something like a vampire," he shrugged. "I dunno."

"A life-eater from across the sea…" I mused.

"Life-eater? Damn! I don't even know what that means! Is that vampire for scary—ass-Asian-dude-that-can-probably-kick-my-ass? Oh man! Cuz, like, that's what I think he is!"

"Tell me more of this creature," I requested.

"Aw man, this guy, this …thing… got wise to me. Now instead of me watching him, he's watching me, you know! I see this guy appear around me all the time, like off in the distance watchin' me, he'll warp up next to me…aw man, then 'whoo' disappear."

I frowned. Something didn't sit right with the golden boy's tale. The voices disagreed. "The truth does not match the words that all from your mouth," I accused.

"O-oh? What're you saying?" He asked nervously.

"Let the truth glaze your forked tongue," I purred.

"Wha-? How did you know?" He glanced away then tried to cover his tracks. "Uh…look, ha man. I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, why should I tell you anything, huh? I mean, you're not being straight with me!"

I gasped. "But we are!"

"Okay, okay, okay! Damnit, Knox, damn!" he cursed himself. "Oh, man, alright look. I messed up, okay? I'm just doing what I was told, though."

Ohoho! So the true Knox is revealed! "Onward, do speak."

"Bertram knew you were comin', he knew you come by here, He planted me and told me what to say about the Asian vamp, but it's true. I swear," he pleaded earnestly. "And everything else is too. This Asian guy needs to be taken out! I can't do it, so Bertram needs you to."

"Favours are for friendlies, not the spinners of lies," I said, crossing my arms with a pout.

"Seriously, no really, this thing is here and it's bad news or all of us. Bertram says there could be an army of 'em show up any day unless we show 'em we mean business."

I sighed. "Then the deed will be done by my hand."

"Hell yeah! Right on!" Ah, the old dumbass façade had returned. "Okay, like I said, he's some kind of vampire… thing… ya know. The only clue I've got is this driver's licence that he dropped once when I was tailing him. I've been so freaked out I hadn't even had the chance to check it out."

I gave the licence a quick look. Definitely not an Asian Dude. "I will do this deed," I nodded.

"Right on! Just come back and let me know the job's done and I can stop freakin' out. Oh man. Maybe I'll see Bertram by then."

If I was going to be hunting some big bad Asian wolf I was gonna need something a pit more powerful that my trusty tire-iron.

"Can you tell me where I buy a boom-stick, little ghoulie?" I asked.

"As I matter of fact I can," he grinned. "Go see my man Trip at the pawn shop. He won't sell to just anyone, but tell him you know Knox and he'll set you right up."

I nodded. "I am somewhere else," I said by way of goodbye, and left Knox at the bar.

After shaking my head clear, I remembered my original reason for being t the club in the first place, to find Janus' dark child.

I checked the elevator the white daughter had ascended, but found it inaccessible. Perhaps the large, tattooed man behind the bar could help me.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" he greeted as I approached.

"I seek the daughters of Janus," I answered.

"Janus?" he frowned. "What the hell are you talking about? Damn. Why do I always get the weird ones?"

"The sisters spawned of the two headed god…" I tried to explain.

"Huh? Look, the only sisters around here are Therese and Jeanette and they're both upstairs, fightin' as usual. Why do you need to see them?"

I smiled and gave a twirl. "I'm a dancer. Jeanette wants to check the colour of my thong."

"Damn. I wish that was my job," he muttered to himself, then looked back at me. "Go on up and see her. Take the elevator over there."

I nodded my thanks. "This watering hole is well kept. Farewell."

I skipped over the elevator and took it to the second floor. Looks like I was finally getting somewhere.

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Aw man I was meant to get this up the day before yesterday, but I've only just gotten internet access DX I swear my cat's been chewing the cords or sommat...As usual, tell me if you pick up any mistakes!