Seras little snippet thread

I had to leave the hat in the trash, having a metal dumpster squish it into the dirty alleyway had rather completely ruined it.

It also kinda ruined my mood.

Even with the strength of my blood still pumping through my body making me feel amazing. I was grumpy now.

I decided not to kill more Sabbat unless I ran directly into them, instead trying to find a way back out of the alley to get back to Caine.

With Strength 10, there wasn't much I wasn't able to do, so I mostly did this through the expediency of jumping over the fences until I came out on the street and then walking around the block until I found his yellow cab.

Slipping into the passenger seat, I crossed my arms and settled in to wait.

Caine was Jacks, and the Neonates ride too after all.

Caine gave me a single look as I settled in,, but he likely read my mind to realize what had me irritated and then ignored me.

It took me about five minutes of sitting there before the other two showed up. Coming out of a Warehouse. The poor Neonate looked a little more rumpled than before, but she was holding a .38 like a lifeline as she hurried to the car and slipped into the back seat. Startling a bit when she sees me.

Jack climbed in after and did a double take of his own before calming.

"Hell of a first night huh? At least you got the basics down, just gotta keep from getting shot so much next time." Jack cackled out, and the woman flinched, reaching down to her dress which… Well it had a bullet hole through it, a couple of them I noticed looking at her from the rear view mirror.

"Hey. What's your name anyways?" I asked, suddenly interrupting Jacks play, and the car went silent as Jack silenced himself, and the girl looked at me.

"Alice. Alice Hood."

"Vicky. Just call me Vicky." I replied back with a smile in the mirror. "If you ever need advice, or something, find me okay?"

"Y-yes?" I nodded, satisfied and then settled in for more sulking.

My poor hat!

*2 Experience.*

I blinked at what I just got.

Yesssss! XP! I nearly started whistling as I looked at my character sheet.

Now what? Upgrade my Will? My Stats? So many choices!

—--

Choice fatigue was a hell of a drug. I went through the character sheet top to bottom. Barely thinking of anything else as Caine dropped us all off. Alice and I first, as we headed into the shitty Apartment building. The poor girl was quite surprised when I walked into the apartment next to hers.

But I settled onto the bed, before suddenly blinking.

I was exhausted.

I looked up and realized the sun was rising. Hurrying over I closed the blinds and the black out curtain and then settled onto the bed, my eyes heavier than I could imagine.

I felt like I was going to sleep like the dead.

"Heh."
—---

The next night I rose with a blink of my eyes.

I was alive… Unalive.

"That's right. I'm a vampire now." I muttered to myself, blinking as I looked around. "Guess I should get up." I muttered as I stood and stretched, heading into the bathroom, I cleaned up, brushing my blonde hair for a minute and then checking the mirror.

Eyes weren't blood red, kinda sad to be honest. I would have loved to do a Seras Cosplay. I guess I could just do one before she goes full Vamp?

I shrugged and stepped out, walking over to my clothes from the night before and putting the black cloth back over my right eye.

Then I stopped and smirked as I took it off, and adjusted it so I put it on my left eye.

Not feeling like going full witch tonight I slipped into my escape clothes, a hoody and jeans and then headed out of the apartment.

Not sure where Caine was, but he would be around. I stepped out and hesitated.

The whole city was mine to do as I liked. I knew lots of little spots all over. People, places, things.

I could go find Fat Larry in downtown and buy some guns. Maybe even a canon.

Bitches love canons.

But in the end, I was in need of a much more important desire.

Hunger.

It was time. I realized instantly there was a problem with the whole thing.

Trying to trick someone into an alley was a lot harder than it sounded. What do I say? What do I do? I mean… It would be kinda skeevy if I tried to like… Offer sex or something. I was underage!

I hemmed and hawed about what to do for long enough that I got bored, and just decided to walk around and find someone I could just leap at them if I had to.

Vicky Stronk!

Walking around it thankfully didn't take me long to find someone. This was late night LA after all.

Poor guy was in the alleyway beside the hospital, just… wandering around.

So I followed.

Being a girl it was actually hilariously easy to basically follow the guy, as he did look back at me, nervously before calming and then just ignored my presence after.

Which is why when I jumped onto his back and sunk my teeth in, he wasn't ready for it.

He gasped, and then slumped in my grip as I drank from him and I shuddered and whined in my throat as the splash of Vitae hit me, warm and filling. Better than any food, stronger than any pleasure. Addiction given form.

I yanked myself away hurriedly, and stared at him.

He was alive. I cleaned up after myself, licking the wound and it disappeared and then I struggled to move the much larger man, before deciding to forget it and letting him drop into the alley floor.

That…

That had been really really close. I almost hadn't stopped.

I stepped away, trying to walk casually as I left the alley and back onto the streets of Santa Monica.

Whew. That was a rush. Looking around I realized I knew where I was, and well…

I almost walked towards it, but stopped.

The Asylum was Jeanette and Therese's Club. The Malkavian… Duo? I shook it off, the two were powerful, and insane, and I was not at a level where I could properly protect myself.

I immediately turned around and walked in the other direction. Not dealing with the crazy's right now. As I spun I blinked.

Oh hey Caine. I walked over to his taxi. He was simply parked, waiting.

"Sire."

"Childe." He greeted me in turn and I smiled pleased at his acknowledgment.

"I did the feeding thing on my own tonight… Any tips for not overeating?"

"You already know the answer to that. Your… Character sheet." He said simply and I nodded.

I did have two points. I could probably dump them in Self control…

But I also could put them in Willpower, so I could do more powerful magic…

Oooh it's so hard to choose.

"You will choose what you need when you need it." He spoke with his usual rumble, but then he looked at me and I felt him in my head.

He nodded as if satisfied.

"You should go gather your strength for the nights to come." He told me, and I nodded understanding what he meant.

I should go get XP and get stronger.

I stepped away and looked around at the city.

What should I do? I could go help Alice? Eh. I didn't really want to intrude on her nights. I might steal XP, and this was her path.

So what was mine? I had started all of this because I was afraid of dying to some monster without being able to do anything about it. So now what?

I took a few steps forward trying to figure it out when it struck me and I did an immediate 180.

"Sire?"

"Childe."

"Can I borrow a Tire Iron?"

His trunk popped open.

Caine was the best Sire ever.

—--

Ian McKellops
LAPD Sergeant

"The fuck is this Mark?" Ian asked as he walked into the absolutely destroyed drug house.

The gang bangers had been causing issues in the neighborhood for a while, but they had been just smart enough to keep things out of sight and no warrant had come through.

Until the pile of drugs on the front lawn was reported to 911 as it was all burning.

"Well Carl and I showed up, noticed the drugs obviously. I was gonna start cordoning it all off, don't want people getting too close to a fire like that, but then we noticed the door.

Ian looked back at the door in question.

The door was hanging from one hinge and it looked like someone had been thrown through it from the damage. Specifically the guy that had been carted out to the ambulance as he arrived.

"Gang war?" He asked, curiously, because that's what it looked like.

"Honestly Sarge? I don't have a clue. These guys aren't talking. At least the ones that can still talk."

"F-fuck you." One of the kids cursed, despite the EMS looking over his leg… Well what was left of it. Someone had broken the shit out of it from what he could see.

"Is that you Charley?" Ian asked, he recognized the boy in question. 19 and a banger his whole life it felt like.

"Fuck off. You know it is!" He hissed back.

Perfect.

"Charley, talk to me pal. Tell me who did this. Remember when I saved your life last year? I helped you out didn't I? Found the guy who did it."

"Shoulda killed 'im."

"Not our way. C'mon talk to me."

"I… Fuck." The kid hissed and looked away looking embarrased. "Not saying shit. Fuck that wouldn't believe me anyways."

"C'mon Charley, who do you think I am? I've been on the force for twenty years, you can't say shit that I haven't seen and dealt with. Talk to me."

"Fuuuck. Don't… Don't say shit. I never told you this, and if you laugh I'll fucking kill you… It was some girl. Just a little bitch. She kicked Paul through the door and came in with a tire iron. Beat the shit out of everyone. Broke my fucking leg with it… Fuck I can't believe I'm gonna say this. She fucking… You know cartoons and shit?"

"Yeah?" Ian prompted wondering what the fuck Charley was getting to.

"You ever see some jap shit? Fucking Magical girl, Sailor Moon and shit?"

"I have a daughter. I've seen it."

"The bitch that did this fucking… Shit she called herself some shit, talked about being Sailor Tire Iron or some shit. Fucking… Fucking embarrassing. Can't believe this shit. Fuck!"

Ian stilled. Standing up he looked around for a moment.

Yeah, it had all the hallmarks.

He did a quick check over. There was a surprising lack of blood, but if the Kindred were causing issues?

He sighed, he would have to call it in. "Mark, keep an eye on things here. Thanks Charley, I'll try to bring this crazy in."

"Fuck off." The kid cursed him as the EMS finally got him locked down and lifted him in a gurney out of the house.

He walked away, into the kitchen that had the distinct stink of drugs as he made the call.

"Control, we have a potential K1N." He called it in, and a moment later control was someone else.

"Explain."

"One girl, acting crazy, beat the shit out of a half a dozen bangers with a tire iron."

"Complete the investigation, report if anything more comes in." The voice disappeared, and Ian heard the normal control station take back over.

Kindred shit always made things more complicated.

Fuck.

—--

What would you do if you had a bag of money?

The answer of course is to spend it. Cain was nice enough to give me a ride to Downtown, and I spent a while searching around for an old friend.

"Well look at this honey walking up to Fat Larry." The man called out as I strode up. Oh Fat Larry you never change.

"I need guns." I said, and then before what I said could be processed I unzipped the backpack I had stolen from the drug distribution house.

The many many bills. Rolled up and in stacks.

"Well shit baby, that's some dough. But Fat Larry don't know you though." He offered, obviously looking around for something.

"I'm not a cop." I said, but that didn't exactly convince the man.

"Sure, but Fat Larry ain't a fool. And this looks like all kinds of trouble."

"Well I can't say I'm not that." I offered with a smirk. I was certainly trouble. "But not for you. Need some weapons, that's all. I know you got all sorts. A glock, some mags and I'll be a happy customer."

The man was silent for a while, continuing to look around, and when nothing happened, slowly he nodded.

"Well… Since Fat Larry hasn't gotten any reports of any Po-lice sniffing around. Welcome to my emporium of anything a growing girl needs." He offered and rolled up the back of his truck.

He did sell me the Glock, or rather the "Brokk 17" And enough mags I wouldn't have to worry about reloading one in the middle of a fight. Everything went back into the bag that was once full of money.

Nice.

—--

Now armed with something that wouldn't be as masquerade breaking as bolts of blood, I felt more confident.

Plus hunting down a drug house, and taking out the gangsters had dropped me another two XP.

Sitting on four points I decided to take a short break.

I headed down a few streets, and wandered around until I found it.

The Last Round.

Walking in, I smiled at the music coming from the old speakers. I recognized that song. Walking past the bartender headed for the stairs, but was stopped by someone I was very familiar with.

"The fuck you think you're going Cammy?" I stopped and looked over at the other woman. Red hair barret and a nasty attitude.

Yep, that's Damsel.

"I was planning on stopping in saying hello to Jack, giving Nines a greeting. We didn't get to talk before."

She went silent for a moment glaring at me with her silver eyes.

"You some fucking crazy cape? A Malk out on a stroll?"

"Cape… heh." I giggled. That's right, I forgot that Anarchs called the Camarilla elders capes. "While I do have a very nice cape. I'm not a member of the Camarilla. Honestly the Jester Prince up in his tower, not realizing the sand that makes up his foundation. It's almost amusing. Almost."

Damsel blinked at me as she took in what I said. I definitely hadn't done anything good for the rumors that I was a Malkavian, but that was unlife I guess.

"Damsel. Let her up." The voice was equally familiar.

"Nines Rodriguez." I greeted the man at the top of the stairs.

"Vicky." He greeted me politely and I smiled at him. "Something I can do for you?"

"Well it's custom to say hello to the barons in the Anarch states." I said with a shrug, and his eyebrow quirked up at my answer.

"I'm not a Baron."

"You are 'the' baron." I countered with a shrug, and Nines frowned.

"I don't do titles, I don't do pomp. I'm just a guy."

"You're a leader, but I'm not much for titles either. I find most of them rather silly. Baron, heh." I giggled at the word before shaking myself off. "I simply came to explain my presence in the city. I hate when Kindred get so worked up over minor things."

"Alright, yeah sure. Come on." He decided beckoning me to follow him back up the stairs and I did so happily skipping a few steps at a time as I made it back to the top.

There was Skelter leaning up against the far wall with a glare towards me, Nines, and importantly. Jack.

"Jack! Hi!" I called out as I skipped over. "Alice is doing pretty well! We will probably see her in Downtown in a few nights."

Jack nodded slowly at my greeting. "Good to hear the kid is doing alright."

"She'll be fine. She has fine blood, and a strong destiny. She'll end the night with fireworks, one way or another." I said thinking towards the end of the game, but I also remembered she was going to blow up the Sabbat Warehouse! "Double Fireworks!" I whispered realizing that Alice had a real gift with explosions.

"Double?"

"Big boom." I agreed, and smiled as I turned back to Nines. "But that's personal business, and not a concern here. Mr. Rodriguez… Nines? Mister sounds so stuffy." I mumbled, and Nines saved me from trying to figure out the best greeting.

"Nines is fine."

"Good! Call me Vicky. You probably have some questions, the truth is I'm not here for some grand plan. I came here to see my Sire, and now I'm mostly just here to watch the fireworks." I offered, and I could see Nines eyebrows snap together, a glance between me and Jack.

Sharp! Nines was pretty sharp for a guy that eschewed politics. Then again I had mentioned fireworks a bunch.

"Well, I'll make it simple then. Don't cause trouble, or break the masquerade, and the Free States don't mind too much who comes and goes."

"See! This is why I like you Anarchs more than the Cam-E-Rilla." I said, purposefully saying it wrong. "So stuffy!" I called with a sigh. "Like a bunch of children making up rules to a game and demanding everyone has to play. It's so silly." I commented which was partly my true feelings.

Sure some of the Camarilla rules were actually good things to have.

Don't eat each other, don't breed out of control, although that one as always comes down to having to trust someone to enforce that decision which was a losing choice from the start.

Don't let humans know about vampires. Yeah, that was a good idea.

But it was the whole pseudo nobility and head chopping thing I struggled with.

Doubly so when they let fuckboys like LaCroix in charge.

"Anyways, are we all good? No roving assassin bands are going to be hunting me down right? I really hate roving assassin bands." I mentioned strongly and Nines nodded slowly.

"Not really our thing. Not unless you start breaking the masquerade."

"Good! Jack, when Alice shows up make sure you actually help her alright? She's a baby bird Jack, tiny and new." I cupped my hands to show how small I thought Alice was.

"Heh, sure. Not like I was planning on letting her wander off." He replied, but I think everyone in the room noticed that Jack wasn't quite his usual bombastic self.

He was cautious.

I pouted at that and looked around. Skelter was glaring at me, Nines was just staring at me searching, and Damsel was at the top of the stairs now also glaring.

I pouted at all of them. "Suspicious! You're all so suspicious of me! Fine! I know when I'm not wanted! I'm gonna go home and watch Sailor Moon!" Nodding as my decision was made I headed out.

Another point of XP was dropping into my account.

Hmmm. Sailor Moon first.