There came a knocking from outside the compounds of the once profitable hotel known as the westmark. The Sabbat, looking around confused, decided that they could not interfere with whatever this knew noise brought. Each looking at the other. The Lasombra calling to their darkness, The Tzimisce calling to their ancient forms, the rest pulling all their strength and speed and guile to the forefront.
"Is anyone going to fucking answer the damned door? or do I have to do everything for you?" Shouted Bobbi, nursing a giant purple bruise in the middle of her forehead.
The sabbat, the innovaters for freedom, monsters in their own right, creators of nightmares... simply looked at the bishop in wonder.
"Wonderful" Bobbi snapped as she grabbed her scythe and pushed her way through to the door. As she emerged from the newly formed mouth which acted as the door, she was surprised to see a small girl with a green barret' and a little girl scouts uniform on.
"Good Evening, My name is Jenny. I was wondering if you would be interested into buying some girl scout cookies from me tonight?" she asked sweetly. She lifted a small box of cookies to Bobbi, who allowed a crooked and maniacle smile beam at the young girl...
Chauncy quickly grabbed his notebook and heaved himself through the crowd of people. Therese lay motionless on the ground, a red mark on her firehead,
"I say! give her room, GIVE HER ROOM!" he shouted as the crowd slowly moved apart.
Chauncy knelt by her, wondering what he could do to help her.
He decided the best way to gert her up on her feet was to slap the hell out of her. So, pulling the blood within his arm, he QUICKLY smacked her cheek. But Therese was far to RESILIENT to take the damage that was soon to come. She opened her eyes and slowly got to her feet.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" she said in a much deeper voice. Chauncy pulled back a moment, unsure of what she was pulling.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME" she said pushing him to the ground.
She stood up and examined her body, almost as if it where the first time.
"Freed.... hahahahahaha.... now to find that ungratful witch... the sewer flower.."
and with that, she tore off wildly whipping her hands in the air and shrieking.
Alexander stalked his way through the crowd, pushing aside all the insignificant pawns, making his way to this new challenge. He exerted his sexually, making it known that he was hungry...... for him.
The stranger, apparently ignoring the oncomming boy, simply examined the room.
"Hi there" Alexander whispered in to his ear, slowly tracing this unknown man's shoulder baldes.
"Come here often?" he continued as he ran his hand through the man's hair.
"No. I'am new to the Ccccccccccccciity. Perhapssssssssssssssss, you could show me around? I'm just dying to obtain a heart or to tonight." he said suddenly realizing what was just said. The boy, however observant, did not seem to notice.
"What if I where to tell you, that you have already captured one this evening?" Alexander said sliding his young, tender body against the mans expensive snake green suit.
"Then I would tell you, that you have never felt a rush like the one the Ventrue Clan, Yesssssss, Ventrue and not Sssssssssssssssssetite clan can offer you. Jussssssst come with me, I will introduccccccccce you to a few friendssssssss of mine." The man with the suit took Alexanders hand and began to lead him out of the club.
"What does this rush entail?" Alexander said shoving people out of his way.
"Envolves you, me, four friendssssssssssss, an empty canaster, a trading of chants... you know all the normal ssssssssssssssexual thingssssssssssss a Ventrue and not a Sssssssssssssssetite doessssssssss." The man said reaching for the door.
"As long as it is Ventrue and not a Setite performing some weird ritual to remove my heart so they can manipulate me from the shadows and then kill me when they got sick of having me around."
The man smiled.
Gasping bodies falling to the ground. Blood stained and haggard. Exhasted and depleted of power. Bobbi, Hannah, and Nighthawk all slammed into a wall. Slowly falling to thier knees.
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT THING?" Bobbi screamed. Hannah pushed itself upright and leaned against the wall for support. Waving it's hands high above it's head and chanting it pointed. A ripple of movement came whipping back at Hannah from the figure that has caused so many problems. Hannah shrieked and then slumped down, depleted like the rest.
Nighthawk let three arrows fly at the culpriet, only to have them fly back at him, he barley dodges.
"Bobbi, We have no other option... we have to bring in... her." he said with a wary tone.
Bobbi's eyes grew in horror.
"Ohh no.... not Gwama..... not Gwama....... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she screamed as the tiny figure of the girl scout came closer yet.
"Are you sure you do not want any grasshopers?" she asked sweetly lifting the box tword the pair. "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
