as you enter the old abadoned theatre, a something becomes very apparent, some one is living here, down the hall is scrawled various phrases like: "smash the system" or "Horror hotel", entering into the main area of the theatre the seating area seems torn and broken and the far stairs to the balcony box seats are nearly falling apart, on the stage is what looks to be the graveyard scene from "Our Town" except theres a sleeping bag in the middle of it, the bathrooms are torn apart and everything behind the stage and large red velet curtain is like wise, except for the dressing rooms which look disturbingly clean and neat with all the many dusty costume laid out in various orrder and all the really extravangant things like top hats or fine gloves being set on the various tables, a small table is set out in the office off to the side from the dressing room, knives razors, hooks and chains lay around the rooom, blood splattered across all of these cruel looking devices, and the words I HATE MYSELF AND WANT TO DIE is printed across the far wall in blood.
*tour over*
Crank {clan brujah}
some personal back ground about me, i was
raised in
Indianapolis till i was 14, at 14 i for some odd reason
came under the assumption that i was a strond enough
indiviaul to live on my own so i packed up a back pack and
ran away from home, i left to chicago, with a few punks,
and lived on the streets for awhile. Shoplifting food, and
begging for change, in order to buy alcohol, is how i spent
my days, and following around the older punks and going to
punk rock shows is how i spent my nights. i thought i was
living on the edge i thought i had everything good, [enter
cheesy horror music] til one NIGHT [spooky huh]
The Night My Life Changed Completely
[insert spooky piano music]
on a dark cold night i was sleep in an abandoned grave yard on the dark side of chicago the near west side, i selpt on top of a small tomb resting in my sleeping bag, it had been three years since i first ran away, i was now 17, i had earned many interesting story's [later to be published] though those three years and sleep soundedly, awoke to the feeling of being watched, slowly i flipped open a switchblade i carried with me, the grass in the cemetry seemed to try and hide footsteps but i heard them, i wasn't about to let some stupid pig, walk in to my turf and drag me to some kiddie court, "the streets turn you mean, then they turn you against yourself", i repeat this thought i heard from a drunk a few nights ago as i readied to spring, i heard another step and sprung up at the figure i expected to be some porker cop, [you learn not to zipp yourself up in a sleeping bag], intstead i saw a young girl about my age, i can't remember if i asked her anything or not all i know is in less then 2 seconds i felt an extreme attraction for this girl, she called me to come to her, [i don't know if was out loud or not] for some reason i didn't question why some gorgeous 17 year old girl was standing in my graveyard, calling for me i just knew she was there and she wanted me, again i'm puzzled why i didn't think this was odd but oh well, i guess it was for the best, she was so delicate and beautiful i couldn't resist, that night she feed from me and left, i never knew why i never told anyone but i didn't i think it was because i wanted a secret. any ways she start to visit me regularly, we would talk about stupid things for a while then she;d take some of my blood, then i would fall asleep, [i think i didn't tell anyone because well who would believe that], one night she asked if i wanted to be a vampire like her, i accepted, she took me to another vampire that night, [this astounded me, 2 vampires in chicago, how comeno one knew] she pleaded and begged and eventually the other one agreed to make me into one of them, my blood was emptied out of me by way for several cuts, i screamed out in pain, but i coudn't move i didn't move i wanted to stay i need to like her i wanted to be some one special, i wanted the dark gift [thats what she always called it] after me blood was gone i slowly fell into death, i felt calm i felt secure then almost as if a gaint hand,more like a burning claw, grabbed my face and ripped me from that peace, suddenly i was conscience of the fact that i was drinking blood that i was thirsting for blood, that i was in essence blood, i consumed till i had drunk so much i passed out, the next night i woke up in smnall tomb next to the pretty young vampire, i looked at her carefully not fully understanding what i wa, suddenly i felt an enormious hunger i need blood more than a crack whore needed her next fix, i looked at her and slowly creeped toward her, i could smell blood in her viens i could almost feel it on my mouth, i hungered for her essence, quickly i flipped open my switchblade and steppe closer, i knew all i had to do was slash and drink, i didn't even see her as the beautiful girl that helped me get the dark gift, inside i had changed inside i was a monster, inside i needed blood and my instincts were that of a predator, as the blade relected off moon light, i stepped closer again, then i was hit from behind i was slammed to the ground and in astonishingly quick reflexes i swivelled my body to the side and slammed the knife up ward making contact with my sire's face, and cutting deep, blood poured into my mouth and splashed across my face, i swallowed and looked up the other vampire was stumbling back and something was tugging me out, of the tomb, still drinking the blood and licking it off my face i heard the doors to the tomb shut and felt the heat of the moon on my face i looked up to see my little vampire goddess staring at me very pissed......[ continued ]
okay i have posted on the message board a
few times that i want to start a collective for other
vampire punks out there i have met you i know your out
there, e-mail me, lets get this togeether so far i know
that there are people interested, now all i need is e-mail
adresses, once get that members will be added to this part
of the page along with news about the group and other
things we need to do or that i have heard people suggest
i know this list will grow
suggested reading
a small notebook titled brujah
things in my back pack [much requested information]
Links
The Official home-page of the greatest horror punk band ever, THE MISFITS
try entering the vampire court through the no-frames version
This is what started it all, the white wolf studios
Jewel kisses thoughts, and story [a fascinating brujah]
The Emerson... A new chatroom for roleplaying Vampire the masquerade