A Night of Rage (Based on the RPG Vampire the Masqurade)
Tonight within the city of Necropolis’s urban sprawl, amidst old buildings, beyond the sight of mortals, a battle for supremacy wages. This battle can be define as” For Good or Evil", however there is a grayed lined between the two." Who is good...? Who is evil"? Now that is the question that Saul asks himself. Upon surveying the scene from the rooftops, Saul shakes his head in despair.
The allied vampire clans of this city attack with ferocity that Saul had not known them to posses. This is a ferocity that matches the savageness of their enemies. It is in this frenzied moment that all of Saul’s clan is unified, it is at this hour that their hurts, pains, loss, emptiness has fueled them with the power to conquer their enemies.
Saul looks to his ally “ToyMaker", who is enthralled by the battle below as much as he. Toymaker communicates with his retainer via a police radio. “A revelation in heraldry “, Saul thought.” Get those units to the cut off points.... I don't want any of this shit to spill over into the streets (Mortal World) Toymaker barked. “Affirmative sir, unit’s alpha, delta.... And Zelda are on the mark...units omega, gamma, and Kappa are on stand by, the spotters are in position sir, ready to pick off any stragglers”, said Toy's loyal retainer.
That retainer is an officer in the local Police Force with substantial influence in that institution. Toy had to pull a lot of strings to make these moves, however this city’s vampire leader ( called the Prince ) put the squeeze on his Council of Advisors (Primogen) to help lend their clout, and when the elders were unified there wasn't too much they couldn't do collectively.
Toymakers facial expression was grim. He would prefer to be in the mist of the battle, he was a warrior, yet his abilities to command the kine (human) law enforcement was a needed assesset. One which needed the careful and delicate guidance of Toymaker, for mortals were a fickle lot. One miss-understood communications and the "Masquerade would be jeopardized” and for all the good of this War, the Prince would have the Brujah Clan by the balls in prestation boons.
So Toymaker commanded, as others did battle. “In a way it all makes sense “, thought Saul. Toymaker was not just an Elder of the Brujah Clan but also a “Sheriff” which is an officer for the Prince's law enforcement. In this fashion the Prince, a crafty kindred (vampire) of the hidden and informative Nosferatu clan, could theoretically command the battle and maintain the “masquerade” through the influence and presence of Toymaker.
“Hell, this could be the Prince" Saul thought. The Nosferatu were a clan of hideous spymasters, escape artist, information traders, blackmailers, and most importantly masters of disguise. For all anyone knew the Prince could have used the famous powers of his clan to impersonate Toymaker. Command the Battle himself, therefore insure that the Masqurade is maintain and the Sabbat loose. In case of failure Toymaker would be one of the ones to be blamed. Or the two (Prince & Toymaker) could have struck some deal; anything is possible with the ultra intriguers society of Vampires.
Even with Saul's enhanced senses, he probably could not determine if Toymaker was indeed another in disguise.
Saul simply trusted his feelings, a knowing that accompanied years of experience. This is Toymaker.... In the dead flesh. The way he wore his cold masked, although his face colored red as he kept in check the beast. The way he issued his commands, it rang of a type of leadership that Saul knew only War Commanders possessed.
Saul knew that the Prince, although a capable leader was not a Warrior. “Yes, this is the True Toymaker “he whispered as Toymaker continued to bark orders to the Police under his commands and spy the battle.
From this view he could see two distinct stand -off's taking place. The first and most obvious was Gunny Devil Dog. This Brujah Elder was destruction incarnate. He blurred as if he was a living tornado in progress, sweeping the enemy aside in a whirlwind of blood, steel, and carnage. Gunny howled as he raged. Saul felt and understood the pain and sorrow in that outcry.
Gunny had lost a love one to these monsters, and his vengeance would not be denied. Like a god of the old Myths, Gunny tore into the Sabbat masses, his beast unleashed as he invoked the legendary “Brujah Frenzy”. A special Berserk force that dwelled in the most war like or passionate of the clan. It was awesome to behold and frightening to know that Gunny had unleashed it, which meant that afterwards....he would be a changed kindred, one less humane, less full of life as he once was. As Saul shook eyes away from the “Blood Frenzy “sadness crept into his dead heart, Saul suppressed it, he need to focus all his attention at hand.
Brujah clansman fell on the other minions of the Sabbat. Grotesque monsters that possessed the abilities to literally combine into one entity. These Blood Brothers as they were called moved with blinding speed, smashing into one another like putty and forming a gigantic multi-limbed, slavering Beast. Several Brujah neonates paused as this phenomena took place.
This hesitation would be their last mistake. The Thing fell on them, clawing and the gnashing of teeth. Ripping them apart...It was horrible to behold, but it was War. As the Monster began to feast on its prey a group of Brujah swarmed and surrounded it, and with precision they committed to destroy the beast.
These harden warriors were all of the Devil Dog Pack. A renowned group of Brujah, known for their hard-core nature and their Loyalty to their Leader and Forefather Gunny. Some whispered that these groups operated just like the very enemy they battled, the Sabbat.
They formed a group of Kindred whom seem to be more loyal to their agenda then the Clan, but who could judge them. Everyone had his or her own agenda, even Saul. And now their ability to act as one, similar to the beast they fight now is sorely needed.
Saul could barely make out their forms, for they moved with supernatural speed, creating a vortex of killing in their own right. Stan, Apocalypse, Marissa's features were some of the few he could make out.
Elsewhere, unseen by the main battle and within one of the other abandon buildings, deep in the belly of the structure is a Sabbat stronghold. A small elite force of Brujah surge on the remaining obstacle. Jane Bennett (Brujah Primogen) leads these individuals.
She ducks then kicks out with her leg, simultaneously working a web of steel with her blade, creating a rain of blood. “This is Madness “! Cinnamon screamed out. Even now amidst the chaos her voice carried a neutral tone. She was pressed against a wall with arcane words and hieroglyphics on it, not normally the combat type Cinnamon moved her blood to inherence her physical strengths as a swarm of crazed blood thirst vampires rushed out to envelope the corridor which she, Jane, and Connie occupied.
Connie whirled to face the new threat as the head of a Sabbat smashed to the ground a bloody pulp. “Fuck, Jane what'd we do know" Connie growled. Her beast is almost loosed from within her soul. In an instant Jane had calculated their next moves “Retreat," she said coldly. “NOO" yelled Connie as she let loose the last of her ammo from her new AK, a gift from a supportive brother, Lee Stanza.
A storm of bullets rained down on the vanguarding monsters, cutting through their rush, slowing their pace. The barrel smoked as Connie continued to press the trigger, however the rounds were spent. “Connie, let's go, your out of ammo, let the damn thing go" Cinnamon said, finally some stress in her voice.
The Three were all of what was left of this strike force. They were originally lead to this site by kindred claiming to be the Brujah Archon. He had spent the last couple of years in deep cover in Necropolis's Sabbat as a minor underling. The information he provided would pass on to the retainers of Iric Montagne a Brujah of note, it would lead Jane and her brave clan here.
“Connie”, roared Jane. “Snap the hell out of it girl, we need you”, she sobbed. “The AK's handle and trigger area bent from the strain of Connie's death grip.” I, I m here girl...I m here, lets move out...It's just that, Connie’s face was twisted with rage, crimson tears poured down her face" It's just dat....they killed her...they killed my sister" she whispered calmer now. “I know babe, and they will pay for Izzie death I swear it, Jane promised, grimness in her voice.
At that moment a bond between the three was forged. Unlike the one they all ready had, this bond would transcend Death. The Monsters that survived begin to gather their wits and march; a cold and liquid darkness began to move with them, stretching like tentacles reaching out for the three kindred.
“Oh shit.... Look “said Cinnamon, pointing to the snake like darkness. Jane said nothing...she didn't need to. They all knew exactly what this meant; A Lasombra, ultra secretive clans of cold-blooded vampires, who lead the Sabbat or more less guided them like chess pieces.
“Let’s move girls “! Jane barked. They moved as one back the way they came.... Cinnamon mouth something " I got it, this is a decoy, a fucking ruse, this place is not Sabbat HQ it's a fucking spawning pool, this is probably were all those missing mortals are taken and turned. This revelation came to Cinnamon as they retreated.
Earlier when they first came here Cinnamon translated the mixture of Latin, and Hieroglyphic on the wall, but her thoughts had been lost when suddenly the Sabbat surged to attack them. Now here in the mist of the chaos, a bit of order had prevailed in her mind. “A fucking fake"? Connie stopped.
Her face contorted and her fangs elongated. A brush of wind swept over Jane and Cinnamon as emptiness occupied the space Connie was in. Cinnamon blinked in awe as Connie stabbed into the remaining Sabbat Grave Ghouls. Her speed is astonishing; she is whirling death personified.
" The Blood Rage " Jane yelled. Cinnamon gaped wide mouth...." I, I thought that was a fairy tale" she mouth. Jane face set into a grim sight, her huge size was already cramped and stooped in this corridor, she looked at Cinnamon" Look Cin, you can make it outta here" Cinnamon interrupted her," Hell no....we are blood " Cinnamon turned towards the insignia mayhem...." I would rather die with my sister's " and with that she activate her own celerity power and blurred towards the fray. " Aye! A good Night to die" Jane whispered as she exploded into action.
The darkness swirled around them as the monsters kept coming. The master of the Darkness smiled. They would need a miracle to survive.
Suddenly a light shined from behind the trio, but so lost in their fight they failed to notice the flashlights of several new comers.
Darkness poured into Connie, smothering her, drowning her. She began to slow, for all her rage the world began to go black. Jane was under the barrage of eight different attackers; she took nine steps back before she finally fell. Her adversaries did not live to see their victory. Cinnamon only spared a glance, as Jane forced a smile throughout bloodied and gritted fangs. This was the end and Cinnamon knew it, she ran over to Jane and held her, Connie was gone ...The darkness had devoured her. " I Love you Cin" Jane whispered as the sabbat waved on them. " I love you too" Cinnamon said, tears in her eyes.
Blood rained down on them before she looked up and realized that lights were shinning down the corridor, only stopping to be swallowed by the darkness. Cinnamon whirled to see two hulking figures fly past her. They crashed into the Darkness like an avalanche, knocking the Sabbat that was preparing to kill Jane and Cinnamon to the side, like fallen pins.
" Hold on Babe " a voice Boomed. Cinnamon was confused; she didn't know what to do. For the first time since being embraced she was exhausted and wary. She rocked Jane in her arms. Jane bleed from a variety of wounds, she slowly was slipping into Torpor the sleep of ages. " It's these old wounds." Jane weakly indicated old battle scars gained from the Sabbat.
Meanwhile gang of individuals came on them. A gang they were indeed. Each sported a gang insignia identifying them as a group of notorious bikers called HellRaisers. They were armed to a tooth, Cinnamon reminded herself to thank Lee. They moved past them to enter the fray with their master, one of the Hulks that sped past. He was Thorn. A Giant of a kindred, he stood at least 7 feet and some inches, and was kindred who thrived on chaos.
" Who is that " Jane asked weakly. "Thorn " Cinnamon responded. " That ASSHOLE" Jane said with a bloody smile on her face.
Thorn rushed into the murky Darkness, working his Machete to cut the dark tentacles that held the Frenzied Connie, as his partner another large kindred Big John literally destroyed the sabbat bloodsuckers that had attached themselves to Connies body. Thorn mouths something, but within the darkness his voice was muffled, Big John didn't need to understand him to know what he was implying.
Following Thorn's meaty finger, Big John head off into the door in which the Sabbat had came out of, in hopes to find the puppeteer of this Darkness, and End it's play. Thorn started were Big John left off, destroying the Sabbat near Connie. Connie released instantly dropped on a Sabbat and begin to feed, draining it of all it's essences. He body began to heal, as the last of the creature’s soul left. Connie's head jerked back, blood spilling from her mouth, splattering the area. Instantly she sprang and crushed the spine of a Sabbat flanking Thorn.
" Good to see dat Ass shaking again" Thorn mouth as he finished off a Sabbat with a spinning upper cut. The sabbat's head exploded. Thorn whirled to capture Connie in an embraced, lifted her up and their lips melded. Connie kicked and thrashed for a second, then enjoyed the moment. Blood coursed through her veins invigorating her. Their embrace broke. Connie stared up at Thorn, something past between the two, then she slapped him." Ya big Fucking Jerk...Next time, ask" she smiled.
Thorn cupped his red face and Laughed. The gangmembers mopped up the rest of the sabbat. " Are the two of you well?” said a gangmember...." Yea thanks. Jane could use some blood though " she said. " No sweat, one Red Rum coming up" he said as he blurred and picked up two Sabbat bodies, dropping them to Jane who's beast leapt to devour the remaining blood of the Sabbats.
Cinnamon asked, " who are u ". " Gah, he's Roy.... Roy Garcia, Jane said, wiping the blood from her face. " Damn, that was quick, said Roy " Wha dya swallow em whole" He sported a lop sided grin. " I know you, Cinnamon continued," didn't recognize you in the dark " They turned to see Thorn and Connie approaching. " We better move on and see if we can route their leader." No Need " Thorn barked hard, then grinned " BJ handled it", as he turns and points to a tattered Big John and his street friends.
BJ carried a head. Jane smiled, " then it's over ". Not yet ", Thorn spoke up. " We gotta get top side and back up the DDSs they were fighting them War Ghouls, but I had to come here first”. Jane looked at Connie and knew why Thorn had come. " Let's move " she barked. Thorn and the others followed.
" What?" "Are you sure", yelled ToyMaker. " Shit, I'll be there " ToyMaker turned to face Saul. " There's been a breach in the perimeter, a Sabbat War ghoul and some Gargoyles, my man won't be able to handle it, and there is no one else to do this" Toy mouth as he moved to leave the roof top. Saul just nodded...He understood this would be Toy's chance to get some action instead of oversee this operation. Saul understood that Toy needed that.
" I will stay and monitor the progress " Saul said in a neutral tone. " Good, cause you'll just be in my way" He marched past Saul. Saul listened to the radio correspondence for the location of the scene ToyMaker was headed, and when he heard via the radio that ToyMaker had arrived. He looked first back to the scene below.
Nicholas Smith and Nathaniel Tomas, the clan Enforcers had arrived with a reinforcement of highly armed mortal ghouls. It took only a second for Saul to know that the Brujah had just won. Yet, there was one more battle to win. Saul moved swiftly over the roof tops, clearing them in leaps, until he stood on a roof overlooking ToyMaker in the heat of a battle between him, his retainers and a Gigantic Leviathan, which was the Tzimize War Ghoul.
Saul summoned his blood curse. He moved it through his black veins, letting the blood make him stronger, faster and more durable. Suddenly as he was about to leap into the sport, Saul makes a last minute dodge to the side, away from the edge. A grayish blade, no Wing swiped the air where his head would have been.
"A Gargoyle “, Saul thought." No two" as he rolled away from the second monsters swoop attack, as his twin scimitars WIND CUTTER & BLADE SINGER snapping free from their scabbards with a clap of air. With out pause Saul begins his blade song, working a symphony of lunges, strikes, cuts, and parries.
The Gargoyles use the air to their advantage, rendering Saul's defense/offensive whirls only partially successful. The larger of the two vampire gargoyles, was a sight. He is girth was that of 4 men and his hide was Rock hard. He folded his wings around to take the brunt of Saul's onslaught, and then with uncanny speed his claws shot out to grapple the hard pressed Saul.
Saul couldn't dodge this attack he was already in mid spin blocking the smaller Gargoyle, who had charged in from the air hoping to impale Saul on his Bull like horns. Saul simply twisted his body to intercept the charge. The collision took him over the edge.
They descended in a knot, crashing into the street below. The impact split the two. Saul landed on his back through a car. He was broken. Saul willed his blood to mend his bones, but it was too late, for the other Gargoyle was descending on him in a rapid dive. Suddenly, thunder clapped. The diving Gargoyle's head exploded in a shower of rock and blood.
By then Saul's old blood had done its trick, he climb out of the wreckage to see his savior. Their eyes meet, but no words were exchanged. The two knew what had transpired and neither would forget. In time a favor would be traded for a service.
Handsome John stood half way obscured by the smoke from the missile launcher he held. Without a word HJ and his retainers rushed the remaining Gargoyle. Saul joined them. Together they made quick work of him.
ToyMaker crashed hard into the building wall, the wall crumbled on top of him " Fuck " he spit. A disemboweled head and spine was in his clutches. " Mutha won't Fucking Die “. The War Ghoul howled and leaped to finish him. ToyMaker blurred as he rolled out of the debris, barely escaping a pincer like appendage that struck for his head.
Kip-upping to his feet ToyMaker moved swiftly down the deserted street, easily jumping over the turned over cars, gushing water springs, from busted pipes. " Shit, the Prince is gonna be pissed...luckily I had this area sealed off by the cops " He thought as he gave a signal to the snipers he had placed on the Roof. The Snipers opened fire on the War Ghoul. It kept coming.
A car came speeding towards Toymaker; it spins to a stop " Boss, I got it, the flame thrower...." said the officer in the unmarked car. " Good job soldier!". "Now leave!" He commanded as he used a small burst of supernatural speed to grab the weapon and point it at the Slow but unstoppable War Ghoul. . " But sir, I can't leave you here" the retainer said painfully " I love you… You’re like a brother to me “. ToyMaker fumed " Fuck of all the times"! "Look get the hell out of here, ya don't love me and I sure as hell don't love you "! “Now go ", his supernatural will leapt out at the retainer like a attacking predator.
The officer sped away in fear and hurt. Saving his life cost Toy though. The Ghoul was on him. Toy dodged with lightning speed and shot a blast from the flame-thrower. The War Ghoul ignited in flames, as it unleashed screams from it's multiple mouths and openings. An Over sized are shoot out and smacked Toy in the back, the flame-thrower broke. Luck would have it Toy had spent the remaining charge frying the War Ghoul, but the blow was solid.
Cartilage and bone split, Toy yelled out in pain. His back was broken and he wouldn't be able to heal it fast enough before the flaming War Ghoul crush him as it died. " And so it ends " Toymaker thought as the Ghoul came on him. Toy spent more blood to heal...He would go out fighting to his last.
The Ghoul's pounce never came. It exploded in flaming pieces of flesh, bone, blood and body parts. Toymaker quickly broke the fiery grip of the Main arms that had grasped him. He quickly used his speed to dose the flames by rolling and padding out the flames." Now this is a barbecue " a voice yelled, deep with an accent.
Toy scorched and bleeding looks to see a crowd of Italians, and at their head was three individuals. Don Mussolini, his cousin Caezar and their retainer Gladius, who stood with a smoking tommygun. ToyMaker through his head back and laughed" Yea...a fucking Barbecue " The Mussolini family's laughter joined his. Their laughing voices rang deep into the Night.
Inspired by the role-playing game: VAMPIRE THE MASQURADE 3RD EDITION
Story by Reese Robertson
The allied vampire clans of this city attack with ferocity that Saul had not known them to posses. This is a ferocity that matches the savageness of their enemies. It is in this frenzied moment that all of Saul’s clan is unified, it is at this hour that their hurts, pains, loss, emptiness has fueled them with the power to conquer their enemies.
Saul looks to his ally “ToyMaker", who is enthralled by the battle below as much as he. Toymaker communicates with his retainer via a police radio. “A revelation in heraldry “, Saul thought.” Get those units to the cut off points.... I don't want any of this shit to spill over into the streets (Mortal World) Toymaker barked. “Affirmative sir, unit’s alpha, delta.... And Zelda are on the mark...units omega, gamma, and Kappa are on stand by, the spotters are in position sir, ready to pick off any stragglers”, said Toy's loyal retainer.
That retainer is an officer in the local Police Force with substantial influence in that institution. Toy had to pull a lot of strings to make these moves, however this city’s vampire leader ( called the Prince ) put the squeeze on his Council of Advisors (Primogen) to help lend their clout, and when the elders were unified there wasn't too much they couldn't do collectively.
Toymakers facial expression was grim. He would prefer to be in the mist of the battle, he was a warrior, yet his abilities to command the kine (human) law enforcement was a needed assesset. One which needed the careful and delicate guidance of Toymaker, for mortals were a fickle lot. One miss-understood communications and the "Masquerade would be jeopardized” and for all the good of this War, the Prince would have the Brujah Clan by the balls in prestation boons.
So Toymaker commanded, as others did battle. “In a way it all makes sense “, thought Saul. Toymaker was not just an Elder of the Brujah Clan but also a “Sheriff” which is an officer for the Prince's law enforcement. In this fashion the Prince, a crafty kindred (vampire) of the hidden and informative Nosferatu clan, could theoretically command the battle and maintain the “masquerade” through the influence and presence of Toymaker.
“Hell, this could be the Prince" Saul thought. The Nosferatu were a clan of hideous spymasters, escape artist, information traders, blackmailers, and most importantly masters of disguise. For all anyone knew the Prince could have used the famous powers of his clan to impersonate Toymaker. Command the Battle himself, therefore insure that the Masqurade is maintain and the Sabbat loose. In case of failure Toymaker would be one of the ones to be blamed. Or the two (Prince & Toymaker) could have struck some deal; anything is possible with the ultra intriguers society of Vampires.
Even with Saul's enhanced senses, he probably could not determine if Toymaker was indeed another in disguise.
Saul simply trusted his feelings, a knowing that accompanied years of experience. This is Toymaker.... In the dead flesh. The way he wore his cold masked, although his face colored red as he kept in check the beast. The way he issued his commands, it rang of a type of leadership that Saul knew only War Commanders possessed.
Saul knew that the Prince, although a capable leader was not a Warrior. “Yes, this is the True Toymaker “he whispered as Toymaker continued to bark orders to the Police under his commands and spy the battle.
From this view he could see two distinct stand -off's taking place. The first and most obvious was Gunny Devil Dog. This Brujah Elder was destruction incarnate. He blurred as if he was a living tornado in progress, sweeping the enemy aside in a whirlwind of blood, steel, and carnage. Gunny howled as he raged. Saul felt and understood the pain and sorrow in that outcry.
Gunny had lost a love one to these monsters, and his vengeance would not be denied. Like a god of the old Myths, Gunny tore into the Sabbat masses, his beast unleashed as he invoked the legendary “Brujah Frenzy”. A special Berserk force that dwelled in the most war like or passionate of the clan. It was awesome to behold and frightening to know that Gunny had unleashed it, which meant that afterwards....he would be a changed kindred, one less humane, less full of life as he once was. As Saul shook eyes away from the “Blood Frenzy “sadness crept into his dead heart, Saul suppressed it, he need to focus all his attention at hand.
Brujah clansman fell on the other minions of the Sabbat. Grotesque monsters that possessed the abilities to literally combine into one entity. These Blood Brothers as they were called moved with blinding speed, smashing into one another like putty and forming a gigantic multi-limbed, slavering Beast. Several Brujah neonates paused as this phenomena took place.
This hesitation would be their last mistake. The Thing fell on them, clawing and the gnashing of teeth. Ripping them apart...It was horrible to behold, but it was War. As the Monster began to feast on its prey a group of Brujah swarmed and surrounded it, and with precision they committed to destroy the beast.
These harden warriors were all of the Devil Dog Pack. A renowned group of Brujah, known for their hard-core nature and their Loyalty to their Leader and Forefather Gunny. Some whispered that these groups operated just like the very enemy they battled, the Sabbat.
They formed a group of Kindred whom seem to be more loyal to their agenda then the Clan, but who could judge them. Everyone had his or her own agenda, even Saul. And now their ability to act as one, similar to the beast they fight now is sorely needed.
Saul could barely make out their forms, for they moved with supernatural speed, creating a vortex of killing in their own right. Stan, Apocalypse, Marissa's features were some of the few he could make out.
Elsewhere, unseen by the main battle and within one of the other abandon buildings, deep in the belly of the structure is a Sabbat stronghold. A small elite force of Brujah surge on the remaining obstacle. Jane Bennett (Brujah Primogen) leads these individuals.
She ducks then kicks out with her leg, simultaneously working a web of steel with her blade, creating a rain of blood. “This is Madness “! Cinnamon screamed out. Even now amidst the chaos her voice carried a neutral tone. She was pressed against a wall with arcane words and hieroglyphics on it, not normally the combat type Cinnamon moved her blood to inherence her physical strengths as a swarm of crazed blood thirst vampires rushed out to envelope the corridor which she, Jane, and Connie occupied.
Connie whirled to face the new threat as the head of a Sabbat smashed to the ground a bloody pulp. “Fuck, Jane what'd we do know" Connie growled. Her beast is almost loosed from within her soul. In an instant Jane had calculated their next moves “Retreat," she said coldly. “NOO" yelled Connie as she let loose the last of her ammo from her new AK, a gift from a supportive brother, Lee Stanza.
A storm of bullets rained down on the vanguarding monsters, cutting through their rush, slowing their pace. The barrel smoked as Connie continued to press the trigger, however the rounds were spent. “Connie, let's go, your out of ammo, let the damn thing go" Cinnamon said, finally some stress in her voice.
The Three were all of what was left of this strike force. They were originally lead to this site by kindred claiming to be the Brujah Archon. He had spent the last couple of years in deep cover in Necropolis's Sabbat as a minor underling. The information he provided would pass on to the retainers of Iric Montagne a Brujah of note, it would lead Jane and her brave clan here.
“Connie”, roared Jane. “Snap the hell out of it girl, we need you”, she sobbed. “The AK's handle and trigger area bent from the strain of Connie's death grip.” I, I m here girl...I m here, lets move out...It's just that, Connie’s face was twisted with rage, crimson tears poured down her face" It's just dat....they killed her...they killed my sister" she whispered calmer now. “I know babe, and they will pay for Izzie death I swear it, Jane promised, grimness in her voice.
At that moment a bond between the three was forged. Unlike the one they all ready had, this bond would transcend Death. The Monsters that survived begin to gather their wits and march; a cold and liquid darkness began to move with them, stretching like tentacles reaching out for the three kindred.
“Oh shit.... Look “said Cinnamon, pointing to the snake like darkness. Jane said nothing...she didn't need to. They all knew exactly what this meant; A Lasombra, ultra secretive clans of cold-blooded vampires, who lead the Sabbat or more less guided them like chess pieces.
“Let’s move girls “! Jane barked. They moved as one back the way they came.... Cinnamon mouth something " I got it, this is a decoy, a fucking ruse, this place is not Sabbat HQ it's a fucking spawning pool, this is probably were all those missing mortals are taken and turned. This revelation came to Cinnamon as they retreated.
Earlier when they first came here Cinnamon translated the mixture of Latin, and Hieroglyphic on the wall, but her thoughts had been lost when suddenly the Sabbat surged to attack them. Now here in the mist of the chaos, a bit of order had prevailed in her mind. “A fucking fake"? Connie stopped.
Her face contorted and her fangs elongated. A brush of wind swept over Jane and Cinnamon as emptiness occupied the space Connie was in. Cinnamon blinked in awe as Connie stabbed into the remaining Sabbat Grave Ghouls. Her speed is astonishing; she is whirling death personified.
" The Blood Rage " Jane yelled. Cinnamon gaped wide mouth...." I, I thought that was a fairy tale" she mouth. Jane face set into a grim sight, her huge size was already cramped and stooped in this corridor, she looked at Cinnamon" Look Cin, you can make it outta here" Cinnamon interrupted her," Hell no....we are blood " Cinnamon turned towards the insignia mayhem...." I would rather die with my sister's " and with that she activate her own celerity power and blurred towards the fray. " Aye! A good Night to die" Jane whispered as she exploded into action.
The darkness swirled around them as the monsters kept coming. The master of the Darkness smiled. They would need a miracle to survive.
Suddenly a light shined from behind the trio, but so lost in their fight they failed to notice the flashlights of several new comers.
Darkness poured into Connie, smothering her, drowning her. She began to slow, for all her rage the world began to go black. Jane was under the barrage of eight different attackers; she took nine steps back before she finally fell. Her adversaries did not live to see their victory. Cinnamon only spared a glance, as Jane forced a smile throughout bloodied and gritted fangs. This was the end and Cinnamon knew it, she ran over to Jane and held her, Connie was gone ...The darkness had devoured her. " I Love you Cin" Jane whispered as the sabbat waved on them. " I love you too" Cinnamon said, tears in her eyes.
Blood rained down on them before she looked up and realized that lights were shinning down the corridor, only stopping to be swallowed by the darkness. Cinnamon whirled to see two hulking figures fly past her. They crashed into the Darkness like an avalanche, knocking the Sabbat that was preparing to kill Jane and Cinnamon to the side, like fallen pins.
" Hold on Babe " a voice Boomed. Cinnamon was confused; she didn't know what to do. For the first time since being embraced she was exhausted and wary. She rocked Jane in her arms. Jane bleed from a variety of wounds, she slowly was slipping into Torpor the sleep of ages. " It's these old wounds." Jane weakly indicated old battle scars gained from the Sabbat.
Meanwhile gang of individuals came on them. A gang they were indeed. Each sported a gang insignia identifying them as a group of notorious bikers called HellRaisers. They were armed to a tooth, Cinnamon reminded herself to thank Lee. They moved past them to enter the fray with their master, one of the Hulks that sped past. He was Thorn. A Giant of a kindred, he stood at least 7 feet and some inches, and was kindred who thrived on chaos.
" Who is that " Jane asked weakly. "Thorn " Cinnamon responded. " That ASSHOLE" Jane said with a bloody smile on her face.
Thorn rushed into the murky Darkness, working his Machete to cut the dark tentacles that held the Frenzied Connie, as his partner another large kindred Big John literally destroyed the sabbat bloodsuckers that had attached themselves to Connies body. Thorn mouths something, but within the darkness his voice was muffled, Big John didn't need to understand him to know what he was implying.
Following Thorn's meaty finger, Big John head off into the door in which the Sabbat had came out of, in hopes to find the puppeteer of this Darkness, and End it's play. Thorn started were Big John left off, destroying the Sabbat near Connie. Connie released instantly dropped on a Sabbat and begin to feed, draining it of all it's essences. He body began to heal, as the last of the creature’s soul left. Connie's head jerked back, blood spilling from her mouth, splattering the area. Instantly she sprang and crushed the spine of a Sabbat flanking Thorn.
" Good to see dat Ass shaking again" Thorn mouth as he finished off a Sabbat with a spinning upper cut. The sabbat's head exploded. Thorn whirled to capture Connie in an embraced, lifted her up and their lips melded. Connie kicked and thrashed for a second, then enjoyed the moment. Blood coursed through her veins invigorating her. Their embrace broke. Connie stared up at Thorn, something past between the two, then she slapped him." Ya big Fucking Jerk...Next time, ask" she smiled.
Thorn cupped his red face and Laughed. The gangmembers mopped up the rest of the sabbat. " Are the two of you well?” said a gangmember...." Yea thanks. Jane could use some blood though " she said. " No sweat, one Red Rum coming up" he said as he blurred and picked up two Sabbat bodies, dropping them to Jane who's beast leapt to devour the remaining blood of the Sabbats.
Cinnamon asked, " who are u ". " Gah, he's Roy.... Roy Garcia, Jane said, wiping the blood from her face. " Damn, that was quick, said Roy " Wha dya swallow em whole" He sported a lop sided grin. " I know you, Cinnamon continued," didn't recognize you in the dark " They turned to see Thorn and Connie approaching. " We better move on and see if we can route their leader." No Need " Thorn barked hard, then grinned " BJ handled it", as he turns and points to a tattered Big John and his street friends.
BJ carried a head. Jane smiled, " then it's over ". Not yet ", Thorn spoke up. " We gotta get top side and back up the DDSs they were fighting them War Ghouls, but I had to come here first”. Jane looked at Connie and knew why Thorn had come. " Let's move " she barked. Thorn and the others followed.
" What?" "Are you sure", yelled ToyMaker. " Shit, I'll be there " ToyMaker turned to face Saul. " There's been a breach in the perimeter, a Sabbat War ghoul and some Gargoyles, my man won't be able to handle it, and there is no one else to do this" Toy mouth as he moved to leave the roof top. Saul just nodded...He understood this would be Toy's chance to get some action instead of oversee this operation. Saul understood that Toy needed that.
" I will stay and monitor the progress " Saul said in a neutral tone. " Good, cause you'll just be in my way" He marched past Saul. Saul listened to the radio correspondence for the location of the scene ToyMaker was headed, and when he heard via the radio that ToyMaker had arrived. He looked first back to the scene below.
Nicholas Smith and Nathaniel Tomas, the clan Enforcers had arrived with a reinforcement of highly armed mortal ghouls. It took only a second for Saul to know that the Brujah had just won. Yet, there was one more battle to win. Saul moved swiftly over the roof tops, clearing them in leaps, until he stood on a roof overlooking ToyMaker in the heat of a battle between him, his retainers and a Gigantic Leviathan, which was the Tzimize War Ghoul.
Saul summoned his blood curse. He moved it through his black veins, letting the blood make him stronger, faster and more durable. Suddenly as he was about to leap into the sport, Saul makes a last minute dodge to the side, away from the edge. A grayish blade, no Wing swiped the air where his head would have been.
"A Gargoyle “, Saul thought." No two" as he rolled away from the second monsters swoop attack, as his twin scimitars WIND CUTTER & BLADE SINGER snapping free from their scabbards with a clap of air. With out pause Saul begins his blade song, working a symphony of lunges, strikes, cuts, and parries.
The Gargoyles use the air to their advantage, rendering Saul's defense/offensive whirls only partially successful. The larger of the two vampire gargoyles, was a sight. He is girth was that of 4 men and his hide was Rock hard. He folded his wings around to take the brunt of Saul's onslaught, and then with uncanny speed his claws shot out to grapple the hard pressed Saul.
Saul couldn't dodge this attack he was already in mid spin blocking the smaller Gargoyle, who had charged in from the air hoping to impale Saul on his Bull like horns. Saul simply twisted his body to intercept the charge. The collision took him over the edge.
They descended in a knot, crashing into the street below. The impact split the two. Saul landed on his back through a car. He was broken. Saul willed his blood to mend his bones, but it was too late, for the other Gargoyle was descending on him in a rapid dive. Suddenly, thunder clapped. The diving Gargoyle's head exploded in a shower of rock and blood.
By then Saul's old blood had done its trick, he climb out of the wreckage to see his savior. Their eyes meet, but no words were exchanged. The two knew what had transpired and neither would forget. In time a favor would be traded for a service.
Handsome John stood half way obscured by the smoke from the missile launcher he held. Without a word HJ and his retainers rushed the remaining Gargoyle. Saul joined them. Together they made quick work of him.
ToyMaker crashed hard into the building wall, the wall crumbled on top of him " Fuck " he spit. A disemboweled head and spine was in his clutches. " Mutha won't Fucking Die “. The War Ghoul howled and leaped to finish him. ToyMaker blurred as he rolled out of the debris, barely escaping a pincer like appendage that struck for his head.
Kip-upping to his feet ToyMaker moved swiftly down the deserted street, easily jumping over the turned over cars, gushing water springs, from busted pipes. " Shit, the Prince is gonna be pissed...luckily I had this area sealed off by the cops " He thought as he gave a signal to the snipers he had placed on the Roof. The Snipers opened fire on the War Ghoul. It kept coming.
A car came speeding towards Toymaker; it spins to a stop " Boss, I got it, the flame thrower...." said the officer in the unmarked car. " Good job soldier!". "Now leave!" He commanded as he used a small burst of supernatural speed to grab the weapon and point it at the Slow but unstoppable War Ghoul. . " But sir, I can't leave you here" the retainer said painfully " I love you… You’re like a brother to me “. ToyMaker fumed " Fuck of all the times"! "Look get the hell out of here, ya don't love me and I sure as hell don't love you "! “Now go ", his supernatural will leapt out at the retainer like a attacking predator.
The officer sped away in fear and hurt. Saving his life cost Toy though. The Ghoul was on him. Toy dodged with lightning speed and shot a blast from the flame-thrower. The War Ghoul ignited in flames, as it unleashed screams from it's multiple mouths and openings. An Over sized are shoot out and smacked Toy in the back, the flame-thrower broke. Luck would have it Toy had spent the remaining charge frying the War Ghoul, but the blow was solid.
Cartilage and bone split, Toy yelled out in pain. His back was broken and he wouldn't be able to heal it fast enough before the flaming War Ghoul crush him as it died. " And so it ends " Toymaker thought as the Ghoul came on him. Toy spent more blood to heal...He would go out fighting to his last.
The Ghoul's pounce never came. It exploded in flaming pieces of flesh, bone, blood and body parts. Toymaker quickly broke the fiery grip of the Main arms that had grasped him. He quickly used his speed to dose the flames by rolling and padding out the flames." Now this is a barbecue " a voice yelled, deep with an accent.
Toy scorched and bleeding looks to see a crowd of Italians, and at their head was three individuals. Don Mussolini, his cousin Caezar and their retainer Gladius, who stood with a smoking tommygun. ToyMaker through his head back and laughed" Yea...a fucking Barbecue " The Mussolini family's laughter joined his. Their laughing voices rang deep into the Night.
Inspired by the role-playing game: VAMPIRE THE MASQURADE 3RD EDITION
Story by Reese Robertson