FIC sniplet #5 - the last part
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wiseheartYesssss! The first story of the arc, Daughter of the Night, is hereby finished!
The blood of the girl was sweet and spicy and hot like mulled wine, spiked with adrenaline – Salvador simply couldn’t stop feeding. He wasn’t like the Ventrue or Toreador connoisseurs, for him, feeding was a necessity, not a luxury. Until now. Until he tasted this precious nectar.
He knew he’d Frenzied earlier, destroying the thugs in the rage of his unleashed Beast, and was still just coming down from it. He needed to feed… the Thirst was always bad after a Frenzy, that was why he rarely gave in to his rage. And right now, as much as he wanted to stop feeding, he found that he simply could not. The urge to stop before he’d be gone too far was nagging on his red-hazed mind, but it couldn’t quite break through his temporary madness.
He could clearly enough feel the touch of a small, cold hand upon his forearm, though, and he could hear the quiet, singsong voice of one of his kind in his ears, even through the pounding of his own burning blood.
“Don’t kill her, Brujah… don’t kill her…”
With a gargantuan effort, he tore his fangs from the girl’s neck – and saw a puny little figure, with a face like a bat’s snout and the characteristically elongated earlobes of a Nosferatu, glaring at him intently, hesitating between staying and running away. The little rat had probably crawled out of the sewers, lured forth by the scent of all that blood.
Salvador shook in his entire body, forcing the Beast back under control ruthlessly. The sewer rat was right. He didn’t want to kill the girl. He wanted to keep her – by any means necessary. His face smoothed back to human disguise again.
“What’s your name, Nosferatu?” he asked.
“Bat Child,” the small vampire said with a shrug, as if knowing what a less than attractive name that was, “and that’s my friend, Peter the Cockroach,” he nodded towards one of his clansmen, even smaller, uglier and filthier than himself, who was just about to crawl out of the next sewer exit.
They both eyed the fresh corpses hopefully, with desperate hunger in their eyes, but dared not to make their move. A Brujah just coming down from a Frenzy was not someone whom smaller and weaker vampires would like to provoke.
“You can have them,” Salvador waved generously, “if you take care of the corpses afterwards. They would rise too many unwanted questions.”
“No one would know they were ever here,” Bat Child promised delightfully, and the two small sewer rats fell over the corpses in a near-Frenzy, ready to gorge in the still warm blood. Such a feast would be enough for their entire nest for days.
“Just a moment,” Salvador said. “The girl… do you know her?”
Bat Child looked up from Nostromo’s body. “Sure, everyone knows her. She’s the daughter of the late Don Ottavio de Venango. The half-sister of Manolo de Venango, better known as ‘El Diablo’.”
“The haciendero?” Salvador asked in surprise, his mind clearing up fast. “The one who treats the workers on his hacienda like pack animals or slaves?”
“The same one,” Bat Child answered between long, greedy slurps, while other Nosferatu in an equally dishevelled shape kept crawling out of the sewers. “Only that the hacienda is not really his. Nor are the wineries. They all belong to the girl here. Or will belong, as soon as she turns twenty-one. I wouldn’t be surprised if ‘El Diablo’ had arranged to have her killed.”
“Interesting,” Salvador murmured. The de Venango hacienda was one of the places where he was supposed to help the workers to rise up against their exploiters. And now he had the heiress of this incredible wealth in his hands. That had possibilities.
“I’ll take the girl to a safe place,” he said to the Nosferatu. “And you’ve never seen me.”
“Of course not,” the little sewer rat was back to frantic feeding already. Salvador scooped up the girl in his arms and vanished in the darkness.
~The End~
*does happy dance* Isn't it a relief to finish a story in a mere week or so? Considering that it usually takes me *years*?
The blood of the girl was sweet and spicy and hot like mulled wine, spiked with adrenaline – Salvador simply couldn’t stop feeding. He wasn’t like the Ventrue or Toreador connoisseurs, for him, feeding was a necessity, not a luxury. Until now. Until he tasted this precious nectar.
He knew he’d Frenzied earlier, destroying the thugs in the rage of his unleashed Beast, and was still just coming down from it. He needed to feed… the Thirst was always bad after a Frenzy, that was why he rarely gave in to his rage. And right now, as much as he wanted to stop feeding, he found that he simply could not. The urge to stop before he’d be gone too far was nagging on his red-hazed mind, but it couldn’t quite break through his temporary madness.
He could clearly enough feel the touch of a small, cold hand upon his forearm, though, and he could hear the quiet, singsong voice of one of his kind in his ears, even through the pounding of his own burning blood.
“Don’t kill her, Brujah… don’t kill her…”
With a gargantuan effort, he tore his fangs from the girl’s neck – and saw a puny little figure, with a face like a bat’s snout and the characteristically elongated earlobes of a Nosferatu, glaring at him intently, hesitating between staying and running away. The little rat had probably crawled out of the sewers, lured forth by the scent of all that blood.
Salvador shook in his entire body, forcing the Beast back under control ruthlessly. The sewer rat was right. He didn’t want to kill the girl. He wanted to keep her – by any means necessary. His face smoothed back to human disguise again.
“What’s your name, Nosferatu?” he asked.
“Bat Child,” the small vampire said with a shrug, as if knowing what a less than attractive name that was, “and that’s my friend, Peter the Cockroach,” he nodded towards one of his clansmen, even smaller, uglier and filthier than himself, who was just about to crawl out of the next sewer exit.
They both eyed the fresh corpses hopefully, with desperate hunger in their eyes, but dared not to make their move. A Brujah just coming down from a Frenzy was not someone whom smaller and weaker vampires would like to provoke.
“You can have them,” Salvador waved generously, “if you take care of the corpses afterwards. They would rise too many unwanted questions.”
“No one would know they were ever here,” Bat Child promised delightfully, and the two small sewer rats fell over the corpses in a near-Frenzy, ready to gorge in the still warm blood. Such a feast would be enough for their entire nest for days.
“Just a moment,” Salvador said. “The girl… do you know her?”
Bat Child looked up from Nostromo’s body. “Sure, everyone knows her. She’s the daughter of the late Don Ottavio de Venango. The half-sister of Manolo de Venango, better known as ‘El Diablo’.”
“The haciendero?” Salvador asked in surprise, his mind clearing up fast. “The one who treats the workers on his hacienda like pack animals or slaves?”
“The same one,” Bat Child answered between long, greedy slurps, while other Nosferatu in an equally dishevelled shape kept crawling out of the sewers. “Only that the hacienda is not really his. Nor are the wineries. They all belong to the girl here. Or will belong, as soon as she turns twenty-one. I wouldn’t be surprised if ‘El Diablo’ had arranged to have her killed.”
“Interesting,” Salvador murmured. The de Venango hacienda was one of the places where he was supposed to help the workers to rise up against their exploiters. And now he had the heiress of this incredible wealth in his hands. That had possibilities.
“I’ll take the girl to a safe place,” he said to the Nosferatu. “And you’ve never seen me.”
“Of course not,” the little sewer rat was back to frantic feeding already. Salvador scooped up the girl in his arms and vanished in the darkness.
~The End~
*does happy dance* Isn't it a relief to finish a story in a mere week or so? Considering that it usually takes me *years*?
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Re: Bravo!!
Date: 2005-09-20 09:40 pm (UTC)In fact, the next part is written already, I just need to type it up (and rework it during the writing process, hehehe....)
I think I will add it to Daughter of the Night and make it one story; it'll make more sense that way. Also, I'll have to friends-lock that entry, probably, as it's not something I'd want to float around just like that. My website is a different thing, it has proper warnings and stuff...
As for differences between vampires: the Pathways universe uses the settings of the short-lived TV-series Kindred - the Embrached, which in itself is based on the roleplaying game Vampire - The Masquerade. The latter has an ungodly amount of background trivia, including detailled descriptions about the 13 different vampire Clans, the so-called "sects" in vampire society and even loooooong character lists.
In fact, aside from Alonzo Solace, all vampire characters are RPG canon here. I picked up the names of those who are supposed to dwell in Los Angeles (as here is the centre of the Pathways universe, due to Angel's presence) and tweaked them so that it would match my stories. Only Salvador Garcia's biography is more or less canonical, due to Aislynn's help (although I made the guy 17 years older than he is incanon).