…a shallow story built upon the drama and the dilemmas of your past friends.
…a violent one, full of angst and the dominance of those around you.
…a quiet memory of the dreams you once had and the enigmas of life’s unanswered questions.
…an empty dream, full of more memories of the people you once knew than of yourself.
…a reflection of your past achievements, goals, and more importantly, the struggles you once faced.
A very mediocre house, messy and nearly empty. A good intention for those not seeing attention on their territory.
A modest place with limited possessions. It is hidden well and very few know of the location.
Something small and dark, well out of sight and out of anyone else’s mind.
A lavish and comfortable bedroom which, like the rest of the house, is decorated in modern art and shines with wealth.
A well-designed condo complete with expensive toys and shows recent signs of having plenty of company.
…anything currently in style, so long as it doesn’t make me the center of attention.
…whatever I fell asleep in, really. It has served me fine so far.
…a sleek and simple outfit, one that demands attention but doesn’t sacrifice the appeal of power.
…something that accents my figure but doesn’t constrict body movement and could conceal a knife.
…my old trench coat, complete with plenty of knocks and holes--- and a Deagle, of course.
A means of transportation, with the promise to take care of it better than the last one.
A meeting with the owner of the new club in town.
To see if my name can’t be taken off the Rack’s banned list.
The dirty details on the new Primogen.
A private herd to help keep myself out of attention.
Something to better my people skills.
Anything that could cause damage and let me take less of a beating.
A way to know and possibly control my enemies better.
Any methods of not being seen.
An ability to control and manipulate others.
…a bar or a not so high strung club.
…the local club or a party scene.
…somewhere upscale and elegant.
…perhaps a high school dance.
…the designated driver of one of the smaller groups of friends.
…possibly one of the waitresses, or at least, someone sober.
…someone who looks like they might have just got out of work.
…a pretty and worthwhile face to remember.
…someone trying to stand out and make a scene of themselves.
I try to wait until she goes off somewhere alone like the bathroom.
I use flattery and generosity by buying all her friends a round.
I buy her a drink, maybe offer a hit of something, and start warming my way into her group.
I offer her a cigarette and usher her off outside before she can say no.
I squeeze my way into her group and act like a regular.
…barely touch her blood, but also take the time to feed on her friends as well.
…consider finishing her off, but decide to leave her weak in the knees. Another time, perhaps.
…decide to give her a one night stand, too. It might dull the beast down for a bit.
…resist, licking the wound, and getting the hell out of there before she comes to.
…go with it, and make sure to wash your hands of her death when you’re finished.
…decide to give them a run for their worth and approach them without hesitation.
…pop my knuckles, bare my fangs, and decide I’m still hungry.
…vanish from their sight. Once they start to leave, I follow them instead.
…slip down the nearest dark alley and wait to see if they really want to deal with you in the dark.
…muse on my list of current enemies and don’t do anything until they start first.
“I hope he doesn’t know I figured out who his Hounds are…”
“I wonder if they found the body.”
“This had better be worth my while.”
“This will hinder my schedule a bit.”
…a job dealing with the rumors and histories of other Kindred.
…nothing, I wish to be left alone.
…Your job will be lovely, eventually.
...Something similar to a Hound or Sherriff.
…some fragmented conversation about people remembering you feeding on them.
…vague, simply because I don’t waste my time on remembering people like him.
Polite conversation with a lot of snide remarks.
Him explaining the Masquerade to you. Again.
A lecture on not nosing around where you don’t belong.
…I guess the bribes are really paying off, then.
…of course, I’m friends with all of them.
…getting rid of those who know too much about me.
…wondering how they know I exist.
…this could be a huge advantage politically.
…as long as it involves grunt work and not stupid politics.
…this has the potential to be very rewarding.
…reluctant and hoping he changes his mind.
…wondering how long it would take to overthrow him.
Someone focusing on ability instead of diversity.
Someone who can actually keep their mouth shut.
Someone who is more "beautiful."
I don’t really want something hindering my potential.
Someone prettier and more competent.
…regretfully give in, wondering how bad this will turn out.
…devour her soul.
…I do not recall these events…
…rip into her, trying to restrain myself.
…tear her apart.
…embrace her anyway.
…are pretty certain the girl will never bother you again.
…ghoul her. She already has learned the first lesson in undeath.
…take “care” of the witness.
…take off and vanish from her sight and hopefully her memory.
…brace yourself for an attack.
…leap up, ready for a good fight.
…attempt to disappear from sight.
…try to flee.
…calmly sit up and sigh.
I sincerely deny the events he is talking about.
“Some things just get a bit out of hand sometimes.”
…remain silent with a look of regret.
I tell him the truth and hope it satisfies him.
…the discovery of my nature.
… a bleak attempt to grasp my humanity.
…the beast caged within.
…a lack of control when dealing with my sins.
…with a harsh growl and the Beast beckoning.
…silence and a smirk.
“At least I had the chance to truly live, which is more than I can say for your future.”
“How dare you think you may judge me?”
A chuckled, “So be it, I suppose…”
…wait for that brief second he glances away, and fade into the shadows.
…break his god damned face in.
…get the guard’s attention and feed on him until he dies.
…stare him in the eyes and show him what real horror is.
…catch the guard’s eyes and command him to release me.
Thanks, love. It’s been a pleasure.
I’ll be seeing you around, then.
Well, that was anti-climatic.