Garr: Good eve, m'dear niece. *as he grins some, his hair in face
his yellow eyes noticable as Scarab turns her head to him, and eyes
glitter up..*

Scarab: GARR!!! *as she runs up and jumps on him, huging and kissing
him*.. how ya sexy? *as she squeezes him tightly and gives him a
eskimo kiss*.. i missad you! you silly silly person.* the alcohol
can be smelt on her breath as she gazes up at him*.. Where you been
all these years?.. i thought you werz dead!

Garr: Been around, m'dear. and ye?.. i figured you'd have female
slaves running around by now.. i see you have lost alittle touch.
Or no?

Scarab: mann.. none of these people wantz a bisexual. all they
want is luv, and alllll this shitz. I want five womenz to gang bang
and what do i get.. nothing!.. mmm.. you got a place yer
heading towards, Mr. sexy.

Garr: for once, i never knew how much i hated that name. *looking at
her, as he grins.. remembering this position so far back*. I got no
where to go, and no place to stay, i'm just wandering around,
m'dear. And i think i know what yer doing. eh?

Scarab: heheheha. yepperz. You can stay with me. *grins wickedly*.
How long has it been since you.. used that thing anyways.

Garr: ...*looking at Scarab*.. hasn't been long. heh. i won't be
blowing dust out of myself. *laughs somewhat*.. and how about you,
got a few cobwebs yet?

Scarab: *slight shocked look as she gets ready to slap him, but
remember's she's hanging off of him*.. mmhm, and i bet you forgot
how to use that good ol tongue of yers. *giggles some*

Garr: maybe we'll find out tonight. *as they both start to walk off.
Garr holding Scarab up by her shoulders as she walks, beside him.*

As they reach her apartment, they both are awake for over 3
hours, as the shadows imprint slightly of what's going on, but
nothing really noticable unless yer looking. As they are both asleep
on her bed. In the mear morning, Garr awakens to the morning shine,
so bright, it feels heavy, like unwanted burden that needs to be
dumped somewhere.. he pulls the shades down, and looks around at the
shadows, fixating them, to move around them.. as he looks down at
her.. and lowers kissing her neck some. "Morning, m'dear" he says
softly, in her ear. She turns her head and sighs, "Damnit.. you are
always the one to wake up in the fucking morning, AREN't you..god, i
thought by this time with all this you'd have burns running up and
down yer body.. Mm...but i see otherwise." As he looks at himself..
been so long since he ever had looked at himself.. wonders .. what
he looks like. He remembered a woman carrying a magic mirror for she
let him, a she slides his hand down his face. Sighs.. no
everything's the same, as before but at least it doesn't look like a
bag of bones.. rotting away, and to scare the slightest bum. He
notices the reminants of the night before on the bed, as he grins
slight.. and says, "Need to change the sheets.. next time i won't
be so rough." She smirks, "Well. fuck, if i'm going to bleed every
god damn time, then you better bring home snacks." He laughs some,
"Oh. Well you should of said something i would of caught that woman
you were flirting misribly with." She opens her eyes, "Grrr.. damnit
you asshole, get back in bed and we'll talk about it later, when the
sun's dying." mumbles, "fucking basterd." he nods some as he moves
back over, and rests beside her.. "All in good time, ...all in good
time."

As hours pass, Garr finally leaves her apartment, giving her a
kiss on her forehead, just in time, as he notices a blond hair'd
girl with a model figure walk up the stairs, he figues for boyfriend
purposes.. but thinks Scarab might try something.. as he exits he
laughs some. Pulling his shades up on his face, letting them hang
slight, on his nose.. so his eyes are visible, but can still see
through the lens. During his little stroll down the sidewalk he
senses a strange feeling of being watched. Hates New York due to
it's Camarilla overdose. He ventures down the alley, closest, and
forms into the shadow, as he gazes out, watching a man and what
seems to be lupine figure walking down the alley way now.
Questioning himself rather or not it's two werewolves or a were-w
and a gangrel, or jus some goes close to tribe/clan.. he slowly
unsheaths his halbred's tip, as he holds it dangling in arm, the
nose was heard by the wolf. as he watches closely. The man kneels
down, as he pets the wolf. It's figure starts to change as the man
takes off his hat. "Time for little men to get out the alley. Don't
you believe, sect-man?" the man speaks as the wolf has started
morphing into crinos form.. he looks up, saying softly to himself,
"fucking full moon. with it i may be doomed." he looks over to the
man who now turns to the beast and kisses it slowly, he watches as
it bites the man's lips in kiss, due to it's fangs, he sighs..
"fucking lunatic must be a malk." The man turns as the blood begins
to flow down his mouth. "Now you want to know.. what do we want?
Well.. i'll tell you. We want your head." Garr laughs slight. as he
moves from the shadow, "Boy.. ye know nothing of what you got
yerself into!" He begins to run towards them, figuring that they
must be weak, or just stupid. AS he leaps infront of them, he
plunges his right fist towards the man's face, which gets stopped
abruptly, but the wolf's hand. As it shakes it's head bites down on
his arm. Groaning from the pain, he rips his arm from the beasts'
mouth and moves back. "See.. you gotta listen carefully. We are
going to take your head, no matter," he laughs, "now you can try,
but you won't succeed." As Garr kneeling down holding his arm, he
raises back up and has the gun in his right hand, as he fires it at
the wolf. The wolf falls back in moaning agony, from the silver that
now glides through it's bone and flesh, the blood shot out from the
wounds and a trail as it fell, the man turns watching it fall.
Screaming somewhat, "You asshole! that was my wife!" he looks back
at Garr who now is infront of him, with the blade sliding from the
tip of his tongue. "Now now, you said no matter?" He pulls the blade
towards the man and digs the tip into his chest, where the man grabs
ahold of it and tries to push it back out. As they struggle the man
kicks his heels one by one on the floor, letting small sharp blades
protrude from the toe, where he jolts his left foot up penetrating
into Garr's right thigh, having Garr stagger back letting the blade
fall, to the ground with a loud ~clank~. The man laughs once more,
as he picks up the old blade, "well well. this looks mighty old,
hope you clean it often, cuz rust is a BAD thing." He slams the
bottom tip into Garr's back where it slides between his ribs
allowing it to slide out through his front ripping through his lung.
He laughs as he begins to cough up blood, pulling his gun back up,
as the guy moves back and pulls out two daggers. "We're going to
have alittle fun now, arn't we now, mister.. " he says as he twirls
them and throws one down that sticks into his side. As Garr begins
to tear blood. he rolls on his opposite side and aims the gun at the
man's crotch. "No more capt'n, partner." fires 4 rounds into the
man's crotch that makes him hop up and fall on his ass from the
pressure, the man screams, "Fuck!.. first.. my..wife..and now my...
ugh! .. damnit your going to pay now, mother fucker!" Out of the
blue, Scarab shows up, with blood on her face, drips from her chin,
"Well gee, you always getting into trouble now arn't you babe." She
grins as he pulls out "her" gauntlet claw, and a previously used
dildo.. her eyes widen and shoves it back in her pocket hoping NO
ONE saw that. She chuckles some, nervously, as the man is rolling.
"Bitch your with him too?.. Aww shit now you both gonna die.. And
once i get my dick back mother fucker i'm going to fuck the rotting
corpse of your girl here!" She looks at him, and thinks, "Well well.
if you ever get a dick BACK i doubt it'd be useful to me, as she
straddles the man, while Garr is ripping out the blade from his back
and grabs ahold of the dagger. Scarab looks down at the man who's
whimpering about his loses, and trying to get back into combat. She
takes the claw in stiff form, and crams it down on the guys face,
into his eyes. The man screams again in a new pain, his hands moving
to his eyes but being cut by the razor sharp iron claws. "Bitch!..
damn you.. damn.. you all!" Garr looks down at the man, as he limps
over. "Fucker, ye shouldn't of messed with me. LIKE i said." He
lowers down and stabs the dagger into the man's heart(which only
paralyses a vampire for a limited time, don't try to think of the
fairy tales. ) And reaccurring blade of the halbred. "always in
uses.." as Scarab grins, and rips out the man's eyeballs.. and
licks the blood from them, and sticks out her tongue, "eww. he has
nasty fucking blood.. gotta be tainted by this bitch wolf" Garr jus
grins and slams the blade down on the guys head, as he continues
slicing through, til the man's head is lopt off. The wolf begins to
move slowly, from the blood of Garr being only were-wolf, doesn't
mean you have restrictions of being a vampire's ghoul... or slave.
As Scarab undoes the man's pants and searches for money and the
such. she slices off the man's scrotum, and grins as she holds the
now bloody sac of the man in her hand, "Hey Garr, look what i got
now!.. some real balls!..hehe" She laughs as Garr looks and turns
away, "Fuck, damnit. that makes me cringe all over seeing that
shit.. put that away in yer backpack, And save it for yer women's
pleasures..geez" he shakes his head and swallows slightly.. mumbling
something about fuckng loons. Scarab's eyes widen as she see's the
female wolf rise, and tugs on Garr's shoulder, "Um.. um um um..
Garr watch out!.." The wolf growls as she is about to plunge down on
him, he rolls off the corpse as it dives on the body. turning her
head to Garr, "You killed my beloved, and now i'll kill yours!" She
turns to leap at Scarab but she has it already covered, the gun in
between the wolf's eyes, she pumps 9 shots into the wolf, 4 straight
in the head and the rest in other places close by. She wipes some
lood from her face and grins. "Same time tomarrow babe?" .. Garr
turns to her, "Oh yeah." As they begin to walk away, Garr filled the
bodies drenched in lighter fuel. Scarab lighter herself a cigarette,
and throws the match on the corpses as they light up, in a
pentagram, circling them. They walk away into the shadows as he
pulls her cig from her lips and takes a long drag, "ahh.. nothing
like some adrenaline pumpping idiots tryin to start yer night bad."
he grins as he hands back the cig to Scarab and she takes it back
alittle grumpy. "Well.. at least i got to taste a dumb blond." she
laughs as she see's Garr about to swat her, "Damnit.. you better of
disposed of that body properly..." As he speaks on she says in a
sigh, "Damnit you know me by now to finish my business. besides, i
doubt they'll think it's a.. you know when the bit mark's.. down
there. " Garr looks at her, "God damnit!!! " he hits himself in the
head, thinking this girl's jus the type he needs, but thinks also
then why did they addopt her. He looks at her and sticks out his
tongue and runs off. Before she can say, "Don't show it unless your
going to use it, " She see's him dash off and chases after him,
"damnit you!.. get back here and clean my webs out again!" He never once spoke of his birthday to her, but he knew what she was thinking, and what she gave him for a present, was good enough for him. he grins to himself in a run-down cafe'. He looks out the window, to see her panting and looking in at him, holding her fist up. He motions her to come in. As she does such he looks normal again, saddened face, "Too you long enough eh?" She replies, "well gee mr. shadow skipper. I bet it would be hard to follow yer ass!" they both laugh slight as they order themselves a drink. She looks at him, "You know what?" He replies, "no i didn't." she says back, "well he is" he says again, "Oh really now?", "Yessum", he grins some and nods, "That's good.", "You missed him too eh?", nods some, "Yeah.", "Well he'll be here tomarrow, said Madrid", Garr smirks, "Too much hassle eh? Well at least he's antitribu and they won't go chargin at him.", "Don't sweat, he's okay.", "Yeah.. i know.. that is what worries me". As they get their orders Garr looks out the window as a airplane flies overhead towards the airport. "Guess that could be him.", "Might be.. who knows", "Well one more night together before we call it stops due to his presense?", "you betcha sexy. .. and i'll try to pursuade him for some triple.. if you know what i mean" Garr moves his hand up to her face and lets it carress her cheek, "Don't press yerself too hard."

The next late afternoon comes as Garr quickly gets dressed, and
moves to the couch, from Scarab's bedroom. He lays down and sighs
some.. thinking why can't he find someone.. else.. Shutat is
standing at the doorway, moving from the shades corner of the room,
"You two still going at it eh?" Garr shocked and looks at him, "Um..
uh.. er... .. er.. yeah.. why?" They both laugh and shake their
heads, "Man.. shit don't get to carried away with her, remember the
cops still think she's our niece." Garr nods somewhat, "Yeah
yeah...i know" The two start to talk as what seems almost time
flying, Scarab wakes up worn out, as she moves out the bedroom and
widened eyes, "SHUTAT! you devil you".. she runs to him and hugs him
tightly as she grins, "I missed you soo much!" Shutat jus shakes his
head, "Yeah yeah. course you did..." Wonders if when your alive and
then get changed, before ever doing anything with people.. do you
stay a virgin after?.. he laughs to himself and holds his forehead
some.. as the two look at him like what the hell is he laughing at.
He stops and looks normally tired as he leans down and sighs..
"Boring time in Madrid. only fun was watching the bulls kill. and
some of our little games. Like the "Rat Race".. or maybe that time
when Cleni VeMagi the 9th gen brujah wanna-be-antitribu fucked with
some of us at the party and we held that "Bat Race"?.. the three
grinned remembered the old days.. "Oh yeah, but Cleni jumped out too
soon, asshole tried to bite me.. hehe." Garr turns to Scarab, "Well
no shit, when you taste so good, who wouldn't?" they laugh again at
Scarab who smirks and puts her hands on her hips, "don't make me
kick ya'll out of here, boys." The night drew over swiftly as they
got back those lost memories and what-not. The end of the beginning
of dawn was left with the smell of burning candles and shadowy
figures with a female between them.. A 4th person walks in, as they
begin to slow down.. and then invite what seems to be a female into
the group... as then out of no where a scream was heard muffled, as
blerps of it was noticable in the hallway, but no one answered, as
another night, another feed. They dried her, out. In more ways than
one, as in the morning it is noticed that the three sleep on
opposite sides of the one called Scarab, with her ontop of the
deceased female, snuggling and holding onto it like it was some
friend/family. As the palish skin shows of the fate it had beared,
where it's wounds have servered it from coming back. The three sleep
again, til what would be their awakening hour.

As Shutat and Garr leave the room they watch as Scarab
unconciously messes with the body.. and turn themselves around as
they exit.. Shutat mumbling something about, always Scarab, eh?..
Garr grins slight, "oh.. yeah".. As they exit the hotel, they look
around and start to walk, talking some gibberish. "damn man.. did
you see what she did two nights ago?..she fuckin cut off some guy
that attacked me' testicles.. man.. i bet she'd not think twice if
we did something that offend her.. hehe" Shutat looks at Garr
somewhat..and sighs, "Brother.. there is something i need to tell
ye. and it may not be good, for you to percept. " "Eh?. What is
it?" .."You are too humane!.. You are a damned LaSombra for crying
out loud..You gotta be rough and a fucking cannible! I mean if you
were in Madrid you'd be cut down where you stood, even if it was by
a clanmate no one would take you with the little feeling shit.
....i'm sorry brother, but you should take heart on what i say, for
yer funeral may partake soon, if you don't get that bloodline of
yers in yer veins correctly... and stop acting like a damn
camarilla!" Garr looks down, and sighs.."Brother.. you don't
understand.." Shutat turns his head away, in slight disgust.." I
know what i see and i understand clearly!" Garr growls some and
pulls out his halbred blade, as he tackles Shutat, "Fucking asshole,
you wanna see me tear yer ass to shreds? this fucking little act i
put on is just a mere image to show the bloody idiots against me
that they think i'm puny and weak against their fucking asses. I
could slice you down in dark room, without even a noise of
guidance!" As Shutat tries to push him off of him, he looks at hi
while the blade lowers on his neck, "God damnit Gar fuckin cut it
out.. man shit.. i was only testing you!" As Garr raises up some, "A
fucking test? you know that any mother fucker around here that
figures out that i'm not what they think, they will be jacked up on
tons of shit to try and pull my ass down.. you fuckin blew my cover
bro.." Shutat stands to his knees as he raises up more, "Bro, i was
sent back one thing to straighten yer ass out, the only reason we
havn't made New York a Sabbat run city is cuz no one here is strong
enough, they sent me form Madrid to check for anyone here. I already
know Scarab isn't fit for politics!" Garr laughs some as he tilts
his head back and hits himself on the head, "god damnit.. well. if
you told me we were ready for the big cities then why didn't you say
something?.. how long we been planning this?" "little less than 6
months, you know we need alot of feedback, or else this could bomb"
"Yeah bro..i know" As they walk towards a bar they notice two junkie
looking fucks walk out the doors as they stagger talking shit to
each other, as they pass them by, the two men start fighting. As
they turn to watch the fight, they lean against the walls, beside
each other, betting on which one'll win.

~fight!~
The black 5'8 skinny guy was bet on by Garr, as the hispanic with a
mohawk is bet on by Shutat. Don't ask..

The skinny black guy was called "puppy" for some unknown reason.. or no one wanted to know. The hispanic with the punk-like reflection was called "weasel" another unknown or not wanted to figure out name. As they fioght the black guy seems to be faster, but lightweight. The hispanic on the other hand is slower and heavy hitter. Luckily the skinny black guy can take hits, cuz he seems to be better off stuntman rather than fighter. The hispanic guy pulled out a gun during the middle of combat, which Shutat took, somehow.. no one know why or when or how, but he got it as he held it in his hand aiming at me. I blink a few times and wonder what he's going to do, but staying calm, i use the shadows to render the gun useless. He grinned at me, and we turned back watching the two fight. Puppy jumps to the left as he jabs Weasel in the sides, a reminder of Rocky, when he was fighting his soon to be friend, "the black guy i never really knew his name" who also died later in the series. God this hispanic has alot of drool. I grin as i watch him get plastered upon the ground, but no means of mine being skillful and less taken by the beatings of this man. I mean he was swept across the street. I was amazed no cop stopped them. As they pummel each other into submission we look at each other and nod, in disgust. We walk over to the two and offer then some weed, oh but of course they'll say sure. They followed us out of pig view, as he started to light up Shutat's bong, that he seems to have it in compact style. Lucky basterd. We start taking a few hits as we both look at the two nearly passed out fighters.. and decide it's time to feast. As he moved towards them our instincts almost at the same time hit, as we were rollin up high that night. First, sex. Second, weed. Third, feast. What next?.. Oh by this time we knew we needed to get drunk and get into a fight.. but we tend to make ourselves smart and witty. As my favorite, tequila, i don't understand how he can drink such rancid shit as whiskey. I mean it gets you goin, but it always has that aftertaste that feels like you just had one of those baby wipes in your mouth. (can you tell the coke got to me?) I wish i had some pepsi with this, Shutat said, as the bartender mumbled something about weirdo's drinking whiskey and pepsi, tequila with coke.. i don't know.. i could of went for the pepsi. OH yeah, and never eat those "Bagel Chips" garlic flavor and drink soda.. it burns. Hmm. As i watch Shutat down his 15th glass i can't remember how many i did.. but i feel sorta dizzy. He looked at me, as he passes the bartender our change.. he stables me.. as i laugh some, uncontrollably.. We leave. While walking down the sidewalk we notice some girls beating up on one guy, and then pass them up as they slice off his fingers, something about the guy hurting their friend. I suppose it was the female who was all bruised up and had a broken arm. I wonder why she had blood stains on the nipple areas of her shirt.. hmm.

As the two make it back to Garr's pad, they sit down and recall what's going on. The two think as they try to plan for the overcoming.