from slayer_academy
I have come to find myself in California. That makes me want to gag. I absolutely detest the United States. Such a filthy, pathetic excuse for a country. It makes me sick. So you must wonder what has brought me here. Well it's really quite simple. I was informed that an Academy for Slayers had been set up outside of San Fransisco. So many Slayers in one place? What vampire wouldn't jump at that opportunity? Especially one as old and skilled as I am? I have fought many battles in my time, but never a Slayer. At least, not to my knowledge. I've heard it is the most intensely satisfying blood a vampire will ever taste. Well, I must see that for myself.
Finding... accomodations in this wretched city was as easy as I expected. All I had to do was go to a bar... Finding one of the "up scale" bars was the hardest part. And if that horrid place was up scale? Oh this is going to be a short stay. That place made me want to heave before I got anywhere close to ordering a drink. Such a filthy and disgusting place. But I did happen to find a fairly well-off man there who was extremely... helpful. He seemed to know quite a bit about the city and he was very.. forthcoming with an invitation to his slightly loathable home. It wasn't terrible by any means, but when one is used to living in a sort of palace, one comes to expect certain standards which... I don't believe I was going to find in this city. But yes, he was most kind to invite me into his home.. I almost felt.. no, I didn't feel bad at all ripping my teeth into his neck.
Fortunately, before I had left Rome I had met up with a Shaman friend of mine. I told him of my plans to infiltrate the Slayer Academy so as to experience the ecstasy of killing a Slayer.. or ten. I wanted to hunt them all down and drain each and every one of them. He was very enthusiastic about my journey and my plan and gave me a parting gift. A ring. It is just a plain silver band that I wear, but it has great power. The power to not be... sensed, as it were. Slayers and other vampires can sense each other and this was a crucial weakness in my plan. I had to be cunning. I had to get inside and become trusted. These Slayers weren't going to be carelessly running about in some cemetary at night all alone. Which meant I had to get inside. And I knew just how to do it.
Just slightly past sunset, I donned a slightly less extravagent outfit, hoping to look at least slightly like a stuffy British Watcher, and made my way to the Academy. Upon getting there, I looked over the grounds and smiled. I rubbed my hands together. This was going to prove to be quite interesting.
I stepped up to the front door of the Academy and knocked on the door. I looked down at my ring. I was almost worried that it wouldn't work, but knew that the Shaman was one of my dearest friends. He wouldn't let me down. A coy smile curled onto my face, but quickly disappeared as the door began to open. Showtime.
Finding... accomodations in this wretched city was as easy as I expected. All I had to do was go to a bar... Finding one of the "up scale" bars was the hardest part. And if that horrid place was up scale? Oh this is going to be a short stay. That place made me want to heave before I got anywhere close to ordering a drink. Such a filthy and disgusting place. But I did happen to find a fairly well-off man there who was extremely... helpful. He seemed to know quite a bit about the city and he was very.. forthcoming with an invitation to his slightly loathable home. It wasn't terrible by any means, but when one is used to living in a sort of palace, one comes to expect certain standards which... I don't believe I was going to find in this city. But yes, he was most kind to invite me into his home.. I almost felt.. no, I didn't feel bad at all ripping my teeth into his neck.
Fortunately, before I had left Rome I had met up with a Shaman friend of mine. I told him of my plans to infiltrate the Slayer Academy so as to experience the ecstasy of killing a Slayer.. or ten. I wanted to hunt them all down and drain each and every one of them. He was very enthusiastic about my journey and my plan and gave me a parting gift. A ring. It is just a plain silver band that I wear, but it has great power. The power to not be... sensed, as it were. Slayers and other vampires can sense each other and this was a crucial weakness in my plan. I had to be cunning. I had to get inside and become trusted. These Slayers weren't going to be carelessly running about in some cemetary at night all alone. Which meant I had to get inside. And I knew just how to do it.
Just slightly past sunset, I donned a slightly less extravagent outfit, hoping to look at least slightly like a stuffy British Watcher, and made my way to the Academy. Upon getting there, I looked over the grounds and smiled. I rubbed my hands together. This was going to prove to be quite interesting.
I stepped up to the front door of the Academy and knocked on the door. I looked down at my ring. I was almost worried that it wouldn't work, but knew that the Shaman was one of my dearest friends. He wouldn't let me down. A coy smile curled onto my face, but quickly disappeared as the door began to open. Showtime.