Red of Fang and Claw: Malkavian branch

[Dita]

Fatalia

The Prince's own body guard drops Wade and I off in front of my mansion, and I thank him kindly,

"You don't have to wait. Roxie needs your protection. My own body guard shall drive me back when I am finished."

As always, Gavin doesn't speak, simply nods his head, putting the limo back in gear and driving out.
One has to wonder if Roxie cut his tongue out... she would do something that delicious....
I quickly turn on Wade, anger plain in my face as my eyes flash.

"What the Hell happened?
Did you put me in this?"

I hiss at him, indicating the.... pasties?
Of course, this is not the first time I've come to with odd things attached to me... but this IS the first time it's happened to be during an audience with the Prince.
I need a drink... but that can wait. There is work to be done.
I tear off the coat as soon as we're inside, tossing it to Wade with a bit of anger still showing in my motions as I carefully handle the bag with the Lycan's flesh, setting it down on a side table, heading over to one of the many rooms, and pulling out a long form fitting black gown.
Pulling the pasties off my nipples disgusts me to no end, as I get dressed regularly, stepping back into the parlor, and taking the bag of flesh from the table, heading to the basement door.
With a whisper of a spell, a key becomes visible, attached by a simple piece of tape to the wall next to the door itself.
Never can be too careful now a days.
And it wouldn't do for anyone to find my inner most sanctum.
The sound of Sam's chains rattling as he senses my return is almost calming as I make my way down the staircase, expecting Wade to follow.
Once in the basement, I lite some candles with just a word said, giving us all the illumination needed.
Heading over to a large table against the far wall I look about, to be sure I have everything I need for the ritual.
I light a small flame on something best described as a Bunsen burner, I put a small pot on, putting the Lycan's flesh in.
The sizzle and scent fill the room thickly as I start to toss in other needed items.
After all the proper herbs are in, I stir it once, and reach for a black dagger on my altar.
Slicing across the white flesh of my inner arm I put my own blood into the mix, enough to make it a soup while it cooks.
With the mixture started, a couple chants said above it, I turn back to Wade,

"Come on Wade, let's go wake Sam properly."

For the first time this night I actually smile, and evil smile, at the thought.
I walk over to a wall that looks like a dungeon master's dream, displaying all my best torture devices.
Picking a Cat of Nine Tails, and a Crop, I hand the crop to Wade, heading deeper into the shadows of the basement, cracking the Cat only once before striking the bound figure across the chest with it.
As Sam responds, my smile only gets bigger, and I whip him again, this time along his stomach, the sound of my whip on his flesh a delight, his moans bringing me out of my foul mood.

"It's time to wake up Sam. I have a job for you."

[Wade]

Dang, I'll tell ya, the Prince has some shiny rides. Her boytoy/ butler takes me an Fatalia back to her townhouse, while I amuse myself flickin channels on the little set the limo has, ignorin the occaisional glares from my mistress. I always get blamed for the crazy shit that Dita pulls...though I gotta say, I personally Like the outfit choice. One of Dita's better effects if ya ask me. Pity I had to go help the prince instead of catching one of her shows.

Fatalia doesn't do much dancin, at least not when I'm around...Well, unless you count when she's havin a fun time torturin sam, and that more movin than dancin.

Not really sure if she Can dance actually...

Anyway, we make our way back to the townhouse, an her first question is about how she ended up there, dressed like Dita...a sitch I'm actually fairly used to. For reason that Ought to be pretty damn obvious, I can't tell her the real reason, so I go for the next best thing, grinnin my best as I shrug my way back into my coat.

"Hey, its what was onhand. Ya know how hard it is to wake ya up some nights...I just had some leftovers from a malk dancin girl.. Figured they beat not havin anything on for the meetin."

I follow along behind her as she proceeds on her usual bent, goin down to her play room an toastin up some yummy lupine parts in her blood. I don't know much about Necromancy, but its usually not a good sign for Someone when Fatalia starts mixin up one of her potions. In this case it seems like Sammy is gonna be the one samplin Tal's cookin...hope we have a vomit bucket on hand.

Speakin from personal experience, eatin meat when you can't really Really sucks...An thats without all the sage, rosemary, an deadly nightshade that Tal likes addin to her dishes. Bit much for some people...

I follow along in her wake as she tosses me a crop off the wall. Not near as fun as a baseball bat...but I guess Tal wantes him concious or somethin. Doesn't matter, I'll get my fun either way. Just takes more hits this way.

Nothing half as fun as beatin the shit out of a suicidal faux giovanni....well not short of importin some Real Gios.

[Suicide Sam]

I've been sitting here at this table for Caine knows how long. Just staring, near hypnotically, all night at these rusted and corroded weapons Fatalia's so kindly placed in my direct reach, but so cruelly demanded I never touch. All I can think of is how each could be used to finally end my existence. I could tie the rope into a noose, tie it around my neck, wedge the cleaver between my neck and the rope, and jump from the table. You know, the basic stuff. No matter how hard I try though, I can never touch them. Even the table, and the chair I can only sit in.

Judging by how hungry I am Its been about three days since that bitch has fed me. I's kinda hard ta tell time in a windowless cement room. It's not so much that I care ta see Fatalia, it's that when I get this hungry Carla's voice gets clearer and I start to see her in my glances. She tells me how much she misses me, and how much she wants to be with me again.

"I miss you too, I'm coming baby. I'll be there soon. I promise. Just as soon as I can grab this god damn stake!"

Again no matter how hard I try, it's just not gonna happen. I should give up on it, but all those weapons look so delightfully deadly.

While Me and Carla talked of ways that I could join her, I sensed my maker entering past the point she never crosses unless she's coming to see me. I darted from my desk of weapons to the door, my chains rattled behind me. I peeked around the caged window as best I could, but never caught sight of her. All I could see is the hall in front of me illuminate in the light of flickering candles, and shortly there after smell the scent of sizzling flesh.

I heard her speaking to someone whose voice was very familiar to me. Wade. Never was there a more sick and demented fucker then him. Makes since, why else would of one of those bat shit crazy Malks of turned him. Only redeeming quality I see in that bastard is that he may be the one cool enough ta wipe my face off of this shitty planet.

Oh shit their coming to wake my ass up. I rush to the bed and pretend to sleep before they get there. I know Fatalia likes ta wake me up. I guess she gets off on that whole 'Rude Awakening' look fellas get from a bull whip or a spiked paddle.

Suddenly I feel the nine tails across my chest. As much as the threads hurt, I can only think of how much more severe I wish it actually damage my pale flesh.

"Oh good morning Mistress, decided to take it easy on me today I see."

I sniffed the air clouded with the scent of her obviously unholy concoction.

"And is that breakfast I smell? Mistress, you shouldn't have."

With that she whips me yet again. This time across the stomach, and with with a little more of that vigor I expected from her. I can't help but grab my stomach and forcefully groan whatever air is trapped in my lifeless lungs.

"OK OK, I'm up I'm up. What job? What are you talking about."

[Dita]

Fatalia

Wade follows, businesslike silent for me. I think I'll let him get a hit in with that crop too...
Watching pain is not as fun as causing it myself, but still very much enjoyed.
But Sam wakes up promptly, and that thought seems to go down a bit.
I frown on how he gives out on it so quickly, but it can't be helped right now.
I'm not punishing him, at this moment, only having fun, so I hand the whip to Wade to hold as I get to Sam's chains.

Well, what you smell, is not you're actual breakfast. But I do need you to eat it.
Of course, it's going to hurt. You can't eat... but that's the price of the information our Prince has charged us to get.
Once you eat this, you're going to be violently ill and regurgitate it all, but my blood in it should help cushion that some for you.
Once you're done, it will produce images, and I want you to tell me everything you see.
After all of this, I will feed you properly.
But this is the job I have for you.

After unlocking his chains, I go back to the spell, making sure the potion is brewing fine as Sam prepares himself.

Wade, you can hang those back up for now. Do you mind getting one of the cattle from the sub-basement?

I have several whipping slaves for food and pleasure... well.. unless they've all expired again... it seems I forget to feed my pets.
But no matter, they are only human.
Sam's my special one, that won't waste away as quickly.

[Wade]

Once we get our way down to the cellar Fatalia and Sammy go about their usual banter, with a little bit of the cat an mouse play that Fatalia enjoys before she starts in with Really brutal shit. Tellin Sam that he's gonna get breakfast off the lupine chunks she's got all nice an sizzlin now. Yum yum. Course given that he can't eat meat...well I'd say he's in for a not so fun experience with it...an thats not even going into whatever kinda shit the Tals got inside to work the seerin.

Not that any of that is concern one for me. Fatalia don't have me around for conversatin. Best just to do whatever the fuck she wants, an try ta keep my mouth shut...well at least as much as I Can. Doesn't do to go pissin off the boss if ya can help it.

When she asks me to get the chains hung up nice an a juicebag to snack on though, I can't help but chime in as I work.

"Sure thing boss, one malnourished prisoner comin right up. I'll try to get one with a good experation date. Last thing ya want is some asshole with maggots all over him...stinks up the place somethin aweful. See if I can get ya fries an a coke while I'm at it."

Strictly speakin, it ain't Fatalia's fault that her slaves tend to expire. It just has to do with the fact that when she goes away an Dita comes out, Deets doesn't know to feed ehm. I Suppose I could help with that myself...but I ain't messin with Fatalia's shit when she ain't around.

Tossin the chains on their hook, I move on down the cooridor, pickin a cell at random, and poppin it open. Showin off some poor ole bastard nailed to a cross inside. Judgin from the skin tone I'd say he's about 80% gone...but he's still breathin. Close enough for what Fatalia wanted.

I pull him offa the nails, ignorin the usual screamin, and that nasty crunch that tells me he ain't gonna be knittin sweaters any time soon, drapin him over my shoulders like a pack o' potatoes an bringin him back to Sam's cell for Fatalia. Droppin him in a pile on the floor. Ole bastard doesn't even try to get up.

"One juicebag, slightly bleedy. Hope it does the job for ya bosslady."

[Suicide Sam]

As Fatalia unlocked my shackles, she explained her reason for visiting in fairly short detail. There's always a 'reason'. How bout ya just come by ta say hi and crack my skull sometime. I don't think that'd be to much ta ask. Still though, I gotta admit it's fun seein Wade play Mr. Pennyworth to the mistress.

I take a look at the mixture my mistress has handed me. I can't say it looked at all appetizin, but she said it'd hurt so I can't wait ta try it.

"MMMM. Smells like my mom's minestra maritata."

Of course I'm totally lyin about that. My mom's never even toasted bread in her life. We had a ghoul for everything. Cooking, cleaning, hell, more then a few guys had a ghoul just ta wipe their asses for em.

I reached into the pot and grabbed the hunk of blood boiled flesh. Contemplated what I was gettin myself into for a second, before tearing into it.

"Ahh god that smelled way better then it tasted. I thought you said it was gonna hurt though?"

I felt the several hunks of chewed meat settle in my stomach for several minutes. It wasn't until Wade had returned with my Scooby snack that I started to feel the convulsions. As he dropped my dinner to the floor, I felt an unbearable weight drop me knee first to the floor. I felt and tasted the blood well up in the back of my throat before giving into the convulsions in my stomach and spattered blood and chewed flesh all over the face of my meal, and the feet of my room service waiter.

"Sorry, Wade. Just consider it a tip."

Before I'm able to take joy in my, witty if i do say so myself, banter, .....

"I am feasting on a dead deer. The major organs and most of the muscular flesh has been eaten. I'm still so very hungry. It's neck has not yet been eaten. With my large clawed hands I swipe at any other pack mates who may be going for the same flesh I wish to devour. They are easily cowed and quickly seek other parts that I am too distracted to care about."

"A pack mate is approaching me and challenging me for the scraps. I am barely able to begin growling before I felt a powerful force on one side of my head, and then felt the other side of my skull crash through the coarse bark of a no less then twenty year old pine."

"Through several minutes of clouded thoughts and tripled double vision, the whelps and cries of my pack seemed to last forever. Who can do this. No one is this strong. Then I am rolled from laying on my chest to my back. My vision still hazed. Bad vision or not, I can still feel as he runs one claw over the outside of my eye. Then another after, then another. Through all the pain and confusion I finally recognize him. CREED!? God no not him. Sudennly I feel scared. Not for myself but for everything. That is until i can't feel anything at all."


"Lucky bastard."


After my little life sized puppet show, I suddenly feel the weakness of pukin up so much blood on an empty stomach. and crash in the corner with Carla screamin at me about how I never loved her and that I didn't really want to see her again. I think she actually has half a mind to quit trying.

"Come on Carla, you gotta understand it's not so easy ta die when ya Giovanni. Please keep me on the right path ta see ya again baby.I miss ya so much."


You'd think that'd make her happy and shut her up. But no. She keeps screamin about how I could French kiss a light socket, and how I never really loved her, and that She shoulda listened to her brother, and this and that and BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH!!!!!!!!!

"For the love a Caine shut the fuck up Carla. That's enough. Your bitchin ain't killin me any faster. You wanna talk about your brother let's talk about your brother, that fuckin meat head. What? What about my mom? WHAT ABOUT YOUR MOM!? And another thing.........."

[Dita]

Wade does as I ask, and brings one of the cattle up, the smell making me nauseated a bit, but I ignore that urge.

Thank you Wade.

At that point, Sam starts making some jokes, but I ignore it, slightly irritated, and wanting to get down to business.
I watch him eat the flesh with interest, wondering just how lovely his pain will be, but it doesn't seem to cause him pain at all like I thought it would.
Well that's a pity... I was looking forward to a real show, and just spewing chunks on my worker's boots wasn't exactly painful at all.
But, for all his lip flapping, Sam's still very useful for this, and gives me the last moments of the Dead Lycan's life, the information immediately committed to memory for the Prince.
I note with mild irritation that he's speaking to 'Carla' again.
If she's a ghost, I should see her. But I never have.
Begs to question if she's not just some delusion of his own creation.
I've toyed with the idea of summoning her in more physical means, to see her for myself, but he's so tormented by his own issues on her, that it would rob me of the mental anguish in my pet.
And mental anguish can be just as good as Physical displays of pain, even if not as immediately gratifying.
The mental scars always last longer for our kind.
I cut Sam off of his own inner monologue, my hand closing in on his arm, bringing him closer to the cattle Wade dropped on the floor,

Eat Sam. Drain that filthy beast until he has nothing left in his veins.
I have to take this information back to the Prince, so hurry it up.

As I watch, so see the Cattle's pain now, enjoying every bit of it, I speak to Wade,

I need a ride back to Sanguine Hall, but That should be all I need tonight.
You can keep my car for the rest of the night as a bonus for the lack of fun this job has been.

My last words are more to myself than to anyone else in the room,

I had such hopes of torture and pain in this one.
Next time I shall add more Nightshade to the mix.

[Suicide Sam]

I drug the near lifeless fuck into my cell and immediately Wade locked the door behind us with some shitty quip about Carla being a whore. Fuck him though. I woulda broke the door down to rip his throat out but Carla told me "He's just jealous that he's never had what we have.", and "That he wasn't worth it."

"OK Baby, You always know best"

I watched the cattle struggle on the floor before me. I picked his head up and pointed it to the table of weapons Dita so cruelly left for me. I told him,

"If you can grab one of those and end me I'll let you."

I set on the edge of my bed and watched me him crawl and struggle to the desk. He was apparently on the verge of sweet death, cause once he clawed his way there it was apparent that he was never gonna be able ta lift his self to ever reach anything up there. Carla finally told me, "Please end his life. I can't stand ta see him suffer so."

"K baby. Well fella you heard the lady."

In a confused look he said "What lady? No please don't"

If I hadn't thought the guy might actually kill me, I woulda drained em sooner. Seein as Carla wanted me ta mercy kill em, I'm more then happy to oblige.

I slapped his wrist reaching for a weapon so hard it made his entire body roll over and slide a few inches to the side. I then sunk everyone of my teeth into his neck and sucked every drop of his blood from his body. With every sip Carla's face faded from my conscience.

"What the hell am I doing here? Oh yeah."

I sat back down at the desk contemplating on on the ways I could kill myself with the instruments the mistress has so cruelly provided for me.

[Suicide Sam]

As I sit there contiplating all the delightlful ends those intsruments of death might allow me. I begin to wonder what deadly delights await me beyond thes walls. After i violently whiped her totures from the table I began beating on the door.

"LETME OUT, I WANT TO DOMINATE OR SUBIT O WHATEVER AS MUCH AS YOU> I WANT OUT...."

After a few weeks of this Carla had her two cents to throw in.

"I'll kill anyone you want."

"Yeah you'll kill anyone she wants. But the lives I want ended? They don't matter."

"Please Carla, You know it's not like that. I want to kill em all, and you know it."

"Yeah everyone but yourself"

"That's not fair baby, and you know it. I can't kill myself cause that bitch Nataliya won't let me. I can't wait to be with you baby."

"Then prove it you fuckin pussy."

"Whudda ya want me ta do, kill my sire? It don't exactly work that way."

"If you cared at all that wouldn't matter"

"I want to baby and I can't wait to end myself so I can be with you again. It's not so easy thou...."

"MAKE IT THAT EASY!!!!"

"Ok sweety I will. If you trust me You know I will."


"I know you will baby....I know you will"