Innocent Blood
I'm being allowed to finish this...also I like C&C but
don't expect this fic to be rewritten anytime
soon...the idea is not alive enough to survive a
rewrite...it came out to be a decent story, for my
skill at the time...trying to fix it could kill it
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Jared Mason, a.k.a. Renfield awoke to hear the voices
of his bodyguard and administrator discussing the
day's news. They were at least two rooms away, but he
could hear them quite clearly. Even further away he
heard the muffled scream as Carmilla once again awoke
from her nightmares. He smiled; this abandoned
mansion was perfect for his needs.
"Not as good as we might have hoped, but it will have
to do until we have some idea of the security around
his room." The voice was Varney's, Renfield's tall,
thin and somewhat older and wiser adminastrator.
"Mina should have made sure the job was done before
she left," protested Lucy. The slurred quality of her
words telling Renfield that she was drunk.
Most drug-lords wouldn't be happy about a drunk
bodyguard, but Renfield was unconcerned. It was not
known that he was the real person in charge for one
thing, and another was the fact that Lucy's sixteen
year-old body just didn't look as dangerous as it
truly was. Even drunk, she was a better bodyguard
than most. Besides, he liked it when the blood was
tainted by something, maybe he wouldn't go hunting
tonight.
"The other unfortunate police officer's body?"
Renfield asked his administrator.
"Dr. Emily Grange has been informed of the details,"
assured Varney. Renfield didn't like that idea.
"I like to keep my involvement with the Camarilla to
a minimum, Varney," Renfield said quietly. "And my
involvement with the Followers of Set even less."
"Dr. Grange believes me to be a rogue ghoul," Varney
insisted. "She is unaware of your existence."
Renfield looked doubtful, but Varney had never failed
him before.
"One problem taken care of, then," Renfield
suggested. "Fo' the moment anyway."
"And another one formed." Renfield leveled a cockeyed
stare at Varney. "A woman has been asking about you,
waving around old photos from your living era."
Varney proceeded to describe the reported woman's
european features. "One of our lesser dealers said
that someone recognized your picture and told the
woman she'd seen you at the Shadowspot nightclub. A
young black lady." Varney was definately predjudiced,
not tolerating anything that wasn't his race and
gender. Renfield's girls were almost an exception to
this rule, they served his master after all. He did
wish that Renfield were more particular about his
choices when selecting "dates." As far as the vampire
was concerned, however, one girl was as good as any
other, as long as they were innocent to begin with.
"Why didn't he follow her?" Renfield asked angrily.
"She just vanished. Nobody noticed her longer than
she wished them to, the only reason our man saw her
was that he heard your name spoken. I have standing
orders to listen for the names Jared Mason and Nathan
Coleridge. After the lady she was talking to finished
her story the woman left the bar. Nobody remembers
seeing her come out, but our man saw her go through
the door."
"At what time did this happen," he asked after some
brief thought.
"Daylight."
"Magi hunting vampires?" Lucy asked.
"Or mebee an Outlander or Blue Blood," Renfield
thought aloud, referring to the two clans of Kindred
best known for the power to survive daylight. The
shape-changing Gangrel, and the aristocratic Ventrue,
to be specific.
"Very powerful ghoul," They shivered at that thought.
Ghoul were mere shadows of the vampire who gave him
blood. Only old ghouls with older masters or those
that entered into their own mystical studies, such as
Varney, possessed powers beyond a superhuman physique
and immortality.
"Hmm," Renfield was annoyed. "It's time to feed
Carmilla anyway, bring the informant to me unharmed.
As for the mystery woman we'll wait for her to show
and see what happens." Varney smiled now.
"We already have the informant, sir,"
"I hope this one's an innocent," said Mina as she
walked into the room. "It will be entertaining to see
that self-rightous bitch frenzy on someone who doesn't
deserve it. She cared less about that hit man than
she did about the cat last time."
"Shall we introduce our captive to Miss Carmilla,
sir?" Varney asked.
Renfield's seventeen year old face cracked into a
feral smile revealing two long sharp canines as he
stared into the thirty-four year old face of his
oldest servant.
"Let's."
Jaera prepared for the coming battle in meditation,
uniting her physical being with her avatar. Her
avatar, her soul, screamed for the hunt to begin in
earnest. It thirsted to swoop upon her prey like the
hawk it resembled. Jaera concentrated on the
abilities of the hawk, on the speed, accuracy and the
ripping talons. Her body began to respond to her
thoughts as the spark of life within her and her
knowledge of the reality behind the patterns of life
worked to perform her will.
She came out of the meditation in tune with her
avatar, physically and mentally. She would rend her
enemy with her talons, soon, it would all happen very
soon. Then her sister would have her revenge. The
changes she had worked on her body reversed. She knew
she could do it now, that was all she needed to know.
Jaera watched as her talons reformed into hands, and
felt her feathers once again become hair. She saw the
accuracy of her vision diminishing as her eyes
reverted to normal. Of course this was her sanctum,
here it was her view of reality that ruled. The view
that anything can be accomplished by mastering the
philosophies of Do. Outside her apartment the
Technomancy ruled, vulgar magick would be difficult
and, perhaps, dangerous to perform.
Jenny watched the door open from her position. She
didn't know why she had been brought here. She didn't
realize that her words about one stranger to another
stranger had doomed her. All she knew was that one of
those who had brought her to this horrible building
was opening the door. She was ready to spring upon
whoever it was and bring him down with the table leg
she had found. She hesitated when she saw the two
teenagers followed by a tall thin man. She recognized
the teenagers as the kid she was asked about earlier
and one of his repeat dates.
By the time she remembered to make a break for it,
the other teenager, a blonde girl who seemed a year
younger than the boy, took the table leg from her with
speed and strength that Jenny had never witnessed
before in anything human. Though she was only
twenty-four years old, and she assumed that their were
things that she had never encountered before. She
looked up from her position on the floor were she had
fallen into the handsome face of the heavy-metal punk
before her.
"Ah heah that ye bin blabbin' abou' me to someone,"
the youth said in an difficult to decipher Southern
accent. "Allow me t' intro-duce meself to ye, ah'm
Renfield."
"As in Dracula's insane helper?" Jenny asked
nervously.
"Nah, I ain't no limey, and I ain't no servant. This
lady heah, who ah believe has yor in-ten-ded weapon,
is Lucy. The fella behind her is my overseer,
Varney." Now that was a name she had heard.
"You're the drug-lord," she accused Varney nervously.
She was thinking that maybe she had put some cop on
his kid's trail.
"Wrong," The black-haired man indicated Renfield.
"He's the drug-lord." Jenny rocked back in confusion
and made a nervous study of the teenager before her.
"But he's just a kid," she protested.
"He's much older than he looks," insisted Varney.
Meanwhile Renfield had been looking her over. Not
just her dark, creamy skin, long, black, curly hair
and the dancer's physique. No, he looked beyond that
to the aura that surrounded her, that revealed her
innocence.
"My what a tasty looking dish you are. Mebee I
should keep you instead of kill you. What do you
think of that?" He smiled letting, her digest the
information, but he answered himself before she could.
"Either way, you must meet Carmilla before we decide
your fate, or rather she does, but first you must be
prepared. Mina."
A dark Asian-European girl of about the same age as
Renfield came in then wielding a scalpel. The girl's
eyes gleamed with virtually no humanity as she
approached her target. Jenny tried to back away from
the shimmering blade, but Renfield's eyes fixed her in
place as surely as chains would.
Then Mina used her scalpel to cut away Jenny's
clothing and undergarments. Then the scalpel cut
flesh, causing no real damage, but causing real pain.
The neck, the thighs, near the wrists, the breasts all
the sensitive and vital areas sported small cuts near
them that bled freely by the time the ghoul was
finished.
When she was done, Mina licked some of the blood off
of Jenny's breast and then off of her scalpel.
"Say hello to Carmilla for me," Mina called sweetly
as Jenny was escorted to the Box. Of course Jenny
didn't know it was called that, all she knew was that
they were approaching a door barred from the outside
and being hammered on from the inside.
"Such a waist of energy," Renfield noted, shaking his
head. "Back away from the door, Carmilla," he
commanded. The hammering stopped abruptly.
"My name is Katrina!" The voice yelling from inside
the room sounded to be the youngest of them all.
Renfield laughed at the defiance as Varney opened the
door and he pushed the terrified Jenny into the room
and shut the door again. The banging on the door
started again almost immeadiatly with even greater
strength.
"Let me out! Please let me out! Don't leave me in
here with her!" Carmilla sounded desperate and
pleading, Renfield was pleased.
"Who are you?" There was a whisper, he understood
it, but it wasn't loud enough for him. "What? I
can't hear you."
"I SAID MY NAME IS CARMILLA YOU BASTARD!" she
screamed. "Let me out of here, now."
"No," he said simply.
"But..." she started to protest from behind the door.
"I'll tell ye what, since ye've accepted yor name
Ah'll leave the light on for you. Ow's that."
"NO Ple-ee-ease! NO!"
"Talk to ye later then." Renfield flicked a switch
and the crack under the door suddenly revealed light
and shadow where Carmilla was standing. Then he and
his servants left. A ways down the hall he suggested.
"Go get Mina, I want to watch this on the secruity
camera."
Jenny backed away from the hysterical girl.
Carmilla/Katrina had rushed past her and tried to get
out before the door had closed, but hadn't been fast
enough. Jenny decided that she must be crazy,
probably driven there by those human monsters outside.
Katrina wasn't stripped like Jenny had been, she was
wearing a white t-shirt with red stains spotted over
it, and pair of black jeans. She looked like one of
those people in those eastern European countries you
see on television news. Katrina, looked about as
healthy as them, too. She was small and thin with a
very pale face, her black hair was stringy and
tangled. It wouldn't take much to make her look
lovely, underneath it all. Like the other two girls,
she had matured early though their was still no doubt
as to her age. Jenny made the deduction that they had
been chosen based on appearances, which was part of
the truth.
Katrina continued to pound on the door for about two
minutes before sliding to the ground sobbing and
repeating "no" over and over again.
The cell, for that's what it was, was a large
bedroom. The furniture was sparse and made out of
metal. Most of it was twisted and bent too,
suggesting prisoners other than the girl of fifteen,
maybe seventeen, years it held now.
"Why did they kidnap you," Jenny asked hoping to
start up a conversation for no real, logical reason.
She needed to do something to keep her mind off the
human monsters outside and the fact that she would
probably never see her family or friends again.
The girl didn't answer, merely sobbed and weakly
pounded on the door. Her face was now turned away
from Jenny as if to try to ignore her. Jenny moved
forward and touched the girl on the shoulder, meaning
to turn her around to face her.
"No! Stay away from me!" screeched Katrina when she
felt Jenny's hand touch her. Her faced whirled to
face the naked, bleeding woman. Jenny recoiled, red
tears streamed down the girls face to add to the
stains on the floor and the t-shirt. Her skin was
more pale than almost anybody Jenny had ever seen in
her life, but worst was the pair of fangs Katrina
sported. Jenny screamed.
"You can't be, you don't exist," Jenny declared to
Katrina.
"Keep away from me!" Katrina yelled. "Stay away
from me!"
Jenny didn't hear her; at least she didn't understand
her. She was too much in shock to notice anything.
Katrina, on the other hand was quickly losing her
battle with the Beast. Already the fangs were out,
and the blood was still in the room, she was still
starved of blood. The Beast was rising, and slowly
Katrina rose with it.
Then she paused and cried out before charging at a
terrified Jenny, all thoughts other than blood evicted
from her mind. Terrified as she was Jenny dodged out
of the way of the first charge. Katrina was starved
and, as a result, weak. The chase about the large
room lasted a good minute before Katrina finally
tackled her prey and bit sharply into her throat.
Suddenly Jenny forgot her fear and pain, and felt
only the ecstacy from Katrina's bite. Jenny had never
felt anything like this, no mortal had without a Kiss
from a vampire, it was pure, untarnished ecstacy.
Beneath this was anger and sorrow, she would never
leave a mark on this world now. All because she had
told a stranger about another stranger. Now there was
nothing for her to do, for the moment Katrina's fangs
had pierced her skin, all ability to resist had
vanished. Human minds weren't meant for the surging
emotions that vampires expierenced.
The Beast, as Katrina had been told it was called,
was in control for the moment, and it wanted to drag
as much pleasure out of this as possible. Thus, what
could last as short a time as half a minute lasted for
five full minutes. Katrina stayed latched to the
unfortunate woman the entire time.
Only after the hunger was sated did instinct let go
and intellect take over. It was at this point that
Katrina felt the guilt, even greater than when she had
killed the hit man, for he deserved to die. This girl
did not, who knew what would have been ahead of her
but for the interference of a petty, cruel, and
vampric adolescent.
Above her the intercom crackled to life, out of the
range she could jump.
"Have a nice meal?" Renfield asked.
"DAMN YOU TO HELL RENFIELD!" Katrina yelled.
"If you want her back all you have to do is feed
her."
"NEVER!"
"Suit yourself." The intercom clicked back off
leaving Katrina alone with her guilt.
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"Caffeinated Kender? What's that, a berserk spell?" -
Tribble, Kender Warrior of the Celestial Kingdom
Signed
He of Too Many Names (Thrythlind/Thryth/Luke/Hyperbole/Pika/Pooka)
http://members.aol.com/thrythlind/snake.html
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