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Concept (to be read in a Southern accent!)
I grew up in Savannah, Georgia. I was the third girl in a family of five. Thanks to
Daddy's money, there was never a lack of physical space for all of us. My parents
however, have difficulties giving their own children any personal space. Every moment
of our days were planned out in advance for us. For me it was my horseback riding and
Javelin. I rode every day, had my own horse. Thanks to Daddy's private tutors, I was
second alternate on the US team at the Atlanta olympics. Even my friends were chosen
for me. Daddy was always afraid of some boy taking advantage of me... All of this (and
more) was why I decided to go AWAY to university. Daddy paid for tuition, but that's
all I would let him pay for.
In the midst of that explosive argument that was required to get this one concession from
him (the right to earn my own bread & board), I'd forgotten something. I'd never held a
job before. Furthermore, horseback riding and javelin tossing are not skills required
in the job force in Atlanta. I'd mamaged to find a job at a horseback riding summer camp,
I'm not ver good with children. And I was too stuck up for the McDonalds Staff; "Not enough
of a team player".
When I ran out of food, I got very desperate. Some classmates of mine told me of this very
lucrative job they had, so I decided to join them... and found myself in the middle of a
breaking and entering. It WAS very lucrative though, and I ended up paying my rent and
buying groceries that week. There was still bills to pay though, so when they told me about
a second target that looked easy the following week... well I agreed. I had plenty of experience with
security systems (do you think I didn't have a life in Savannah? I had to sneak in and out
of the estates to have one though...) so I was actually a part of the team.
They were right - it did look easy. It was an estate bigger than any of Daddy's, but without
any cameras, guards or any suspicious wires...
We broke in without any difficulties the night after checking the place out (I never COULD
say 'Casing the Joint' with a straight face, though that's how Fred and Casey referred
to it).
So picture this if you will: we got in through a side window, closing it behind us (did I
mention we were all amateurs?). It seemed like we were in a large and very ornate room. Easy
pickings. It was right then that the flashlight we had with us died.
We found ourselves in complete darkness. For some reason there wasn't even a sliver of light.
And then there was a low voice from somewhere in front of us.
"Not quite as easy as you thought, hmm?"
There was a funny squishy sound to the left of me - where Fred was - then a low thud.
"Fred?... Fred!..."
I heard that voice whisper something about leaving one alive, then I hear that same squishy
sound from the right - where Casey was...
"Case..." His name died on my lips as two eyes appeared in front of me. Not that I wasn't
scared, but I wasn't quite scared enough to be petrified... So when I couldn't move I knew
something wasn't normal. I felt like... prey!...
If I thought it was dark upstairs, I was dearly mistaken. You should have seen it in their
cellar! At least it wasn't cold and damp. That would have made my stay too perfect (and
too movie-like) No, instead the floor was heated. Probably to accomodate all the snakes. I
spent what seemed an eternity in that hellishly warm and dark place with poisonous snakes
slithering all over me. I almost came to like them... almost.
What was actually only 3 days later, I was woken by a tiny bit of light.
"Well my little theif, have we enjoyed our stay?" That low voice was back.
I would have answered but at that momemt one of his snakes, which had been wound around my
neck reared up right in front of my head... and therer was no way I was moving any part of
my head with him that close.
The owner of the low voice chuckled at my silence, then declared:
"I have a present for you my little theif"
Which caught me off guard, and made me look up, and into his eyes. At that moment, I did
two things. One - I put two and two together and realized that looking into his eyes was
a bad idea. Second, well I froze again.
Do you have any idea how creepy it is to be physically unable to move, and see nothing but
thois pair of evil-looking eyes getting closer and closer? I'm going to skip over the next
three or so minutes of this story... These arent' exactly pleasant memories. Lets just say
that I diead a very very painful death in those few mintes and I'll just leave it at that.
And you really don't want to know what he fed me after that, you really don't.
The next time I awoke, he had some lessons for me. He had several of his snakes bite me. I
was mildy upset at this (after all that had happened, I couldn't really be any more upset
than that, now could I?). His monotone voice drawled on and on, explaining what and what
I now was, stopping briefly to explain how to heal the snake bites. I realized as he finished,
hours later that the snakes were actually caressing me, no longer meaning any harm towards
me at all...
"And tomorrow night, my little theif, the real fun begins..." He finished. He then walked
off, laughing in such a manner that I'd only hear in movies....
Shortly after he left, there was a sound like an explosion from above. Then another, then
another... it began to sound like chaos itself had decended upon this Dark House. and was
ripping it to shreds. The noises eventually subsided, and it wasn't until then that something
miraculous happened. The door opened again, and in walked the strangest looking man. He had
shaggy blonde hair, and very hairy legs. He was wearing nothing but underwear, and he didn't
look... all there. He grinned lopsidedly at me and declared:
"Now we are free!" (sounding exactly like the end of Gladiator)
He then began mimbling rapidly to himself... I must have been hungry for I could swear I
heard him mention Grits. He turned around, still mimbling and left, leaving the door wide
open. I didn't need too much encouragement to get the hell out of there. I paid absolutely
no attention to my surroundings, I just ran for the door and did not stop running until I
was far away from that evil place.
I went home. There was no where else to go, really. He had arned me about sunlight of course,
and the sky was turning grey, so I light-proofed my bathroom, and collapsed in a bathtub
full of blankets and pillows. I slept like the dead.
It suddenly became a good thing that Daddy's a workaholic, and is always up late. When I
awoke that evening, I called him for the first time in almost a month. I tolerated his
tirade on the evilness fo boys and how he'd been worried sick that I'd been raped and killed
and left in an alley... and then I told him a story I'd concocted on the spot about a field
trip to California, and how I needed money for it since I had to quit my job to go...
Hook, line and sinker.
I hopped on the next red-eye flight to California. I'd figured it was far enough away from '
that House to be safe, and I HAD always been curious about the night-life there.
I found out that the area there is populated by anarchists. Nice guys though, mostly.
A Couple of them were nice enough to bring me up to speed on the world. Told me about the
different clans, the two sects, what to do and what not to do. I still agree with
most of their opinions.
While with them, I actually found a mostly working scooter in the trash. Had someone fix
it up for me, gave it a new paint job (a very west coast, flowery one... no one will steal
THIS scooter!), and decided to explore the states.
I've run into members of both the Camarilla and the Sabbatt, done some favours, listened to
some stories (the one about the recent war between the two is told VERY differently depending
on who's telling!), and generally figured out my new place in the world. Every once in a
while I'd actually run out of money and call Daddy. I generally try to call them at least
once a month. It's that or have to argue with them over visiting, or boys, or dying in some
alley somewhere (too late!) or whatever crazy stuff my mother is into this week....
I recently heard a story about a really old Setite that died up in Canada. Normally I would
take this as good news, but not care too much. Apparantly though, he didn't get along with
the rest of the clan. Maybe he had something on them... something I could learn from without
actually talking to them (I've been avoiding them ever since that first night). I've decided
to take my little road trip to Montreal, Canada.