The Sinister Puppet. Myron's kind of place.

He walked in, only to bump into a hanging corpse. The pulley string must have broken, lowering it. After a second, it was minus one head.

Rumors led him here because The Tarepha clan leader dwells here. A vampire who he met while feeding told him he was the definition of this coven. He wanted to meet the leader.

He sat down next to a vampire of this coven. How did he know? He just knew. He asked a simple question. "Who is the Tarepha clan leader?" He replied. "Euthalia Akakios". "Well I want to meet her. Can you get her for me?" he asked. He nodded, and then walked upstairs.

((I know it's marked, but before you meet the Almighty Naffles, you might wanna clean up your posts a bit :) We do third person- Past tense here :) ))


Looking around AJ yawned loudly. Well as loudly as anyone could over the music. It was just another night really, though none of his girls had shown up yet. Even Rachel was out and about, his surrogate sire that was also a very close friend.

Making his way over to the bar AJ kept his eyes peeled, but of course, saw nothing of interest or promise around. Ah, he didn't just want to waist tonight... What if he went looking for Ace? That might be something worth while... The thought of holding that woman against him was enough to make him tense slightly.

"Gimme a cold beer will ya?" He asked the tender who must have been new. He didn't recognize the man after all.

His ears perked as someone asked for the coven Leader Euthalia... God she creeped him out. AJ had never been fond of vampire children... And it wasn't just that that creeped him out... This little girl, who looked so much like a porcilen doll, was the most sadistic, cold, calculating little girl he had ever met. Usualy, AJ loved kids. Really. But this one... This was one kid that he never treated like a kid even at their brief meeting.

"You sure you wanna meet her buddy?" AJ asked as he took a swig of his beer. "She's not exactly a warm and fuzzy type leader and she'll rip your balls off if you don't keep an eye out." He warned. But even now that he thought of it... She was the right height to do so... Even more terrifying...

((My bad :) ))

Myron looked at AJ. "Actually, that already happened." For a split second, he showed him a blank private area, except for a scar. "Painful. Now I am a virgin for life." he said, looking glum.

As she wasn't coming, he decided to play computer. He took out his laptop from his case (that he brought in with him), and started playing Elder Scrolls IV. The familiar music played. Do-do-doo, do-do-doo, do-dih-do, do-do-do, He loved that game.

Myron loaded up his mage, Tomas Valetrin. A capable level 17 Breton with 83 points in Destruction, he was the Arch-Mage. As of the moment, he was in Lipsand Tarn, an Ayelid ruin/vampire lair.

"They have no idea." he said. Those vampires were like the "Ishak" clan he heard about: stereotypical.

((The part with the gane is true. I actually have a level 17 Breton with 83 points in Destruction, and he has visited Lipsand Tarn))

((That all means nothing to me... But okay :blink: ))



AJ looked up with a look of disgust. "Damn. Why the hell didn't you just kill yourself man? What's the point in living if you can't even... Damn." He shook his head and turned back to the bar. Damn... If that happened to him, he'd gladly step out into the sun and just go bye-bye. He wouldn't want to live another night on this world if he was that... Useless.

As he heard a clanking over the music he looked over to his new 'friend'. A laptop? In a fucken club? Was this guy out of his damn mind?

"Dude... No wonder you never got laid..." He shook his head with a laugh, going back to his beer. "Put that thing away man, you're in a club! Go, dance, flirt with chicks, something. Or at least get a ro- no, There are better uses for them, never mind..." He trailed off into a mutter.

"Are you sure you belong here?" AJ asked as he tilted his head. "I mean, not looking for the Ace High where all those Enashe wannabes like to hang?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Myron quickly shut his laptop. He felt so fuckin dumb. "Well, if thats not cool..." he muttered, walking over to the bar and sitting by his new "friend".

"So, what is it like to get laid? Is it better than killing? 'Cause killing is so damn fun." Ah yes. Killing was Myron's way to have fun. That and his laptop. Rushing in after a subway crash, stealing the wounded, binding them at the top of the Ace High, and sewing them to a wooden pole with a pencil and wire by their eyes. That was fun. Not all that smart, but fun. He was gonna bring them down to the sewers, but apparently another damn vampire already took his totem for itself.

His attentions shifted to the bar and the booze. "Hey bartender, make me a Bloody Mary with blood, will you?" he said with a tone of embarresment. The bartender was busy with someone else, but he heard Myron's request.

"Actually, I'm not sure a Tarepha-esque person like me wouldn't be welcome there." he said. Plus, he liked the corpses on the ceiling.

Myron heard people talking, insulting him for his blunder. He didn't like that. He soaked it in, slowly getting subtly angry.

"Ah, depends on the person." AJ shrugged. "I've always found much more satisfaction in hearing a woman scream my name. Just as intoxicationg as blood too." He said matter of factly as he finnished off the beer. Not being able to get completely waisted was kinda good, no hangovers. But he also couldn't get that nize buzz he liked.

Alive that was all he ever drank to as well, a nice buzz. He never wanted to be like the man he first killed... A drunken bastard.

"A Tarepha would not be trying to play video games in the middle of a club when there's good liquor, hot women and warm blood to be had." He pointed out. "You must be new. So warning, you might think your big and bad, that you can hold your own, but you're gonna get your ass handed to ya in this place buddy." He said grinning with his double fangs showing. "And the thing about us Tarepha, we're not gonna come rushing to your aid when it happens because we're gonna be watching the entire time. You're better off finding another coven that actualy helps it members, or even off on your own for now unless you have a sire here or something who can save your ass when need be." He warned.

Myron was surprised. He was gonna get his ass handed to him. He decided he would be a free roamer, or someone of another Coven.

"Well, I never met my sire, and I'm not sure I want to. Unless I got to kill him. I never wanted to be a damn vampire, until that bastard nearly ate me." Myron was getting angry.

Apparently, so were the people in the bar. He managed to overhear some conversation.

"So, go up, and put your knife in the nerd! Unless you think you're not good enough to hang with vampires." he heard a girl's voice say to what had to be a vampire wannabe.

"Fine, my dark lady of the night." said the wannabe to his girlfriend.

Myron was humored by this. "Are they stupid enough to try to put a knife in me?" he asked his friend. He knew the answer: yes. It wouldn't hurt at all, and whoever ran the joint probably wouldn't like attempted murder. Although with the Sinister Puppet, you never knew.

"By the way," Myron asked, "what coven do you suppose I would fit in?"

((People as a whole don't know that vampires are real... So no one would be dared to stab a vampire. And anyone who knew about vampires wouldn't really be stupid enough because they know they'd get beat up. ;) ))


"Most of us didn't chose this life, sunshine." He said as his next beer came to him. Nah, his fiance, the woman he loved more than anything had nearly killed him and left him as a vampire. Well... He understood now what had happened. He knew the lust and the frenzy, how sometimes a mortal, no matter how good, just couldn't match up to a vampire in bed.

He had long forgiven her and there were times he wanted to see her again, but he doubted that Lisa would ever come back. Rach said that she was ashamed of what she had done, how she had lost control and had nearly killed him...

He just wished there was a way to get a hold of her...

"Huh? Oh. Ah, humans are stupid, you're fairly young. Watch out, he might be able to take you." He said as he sipped his beer. He knew that the vampire was fairly young, weak. "But hell buddy, I'm only about forty or fifty, something like that and I could hand you yer ass on a silver platter." He said with a lazy grin. Adam wasn't one much for fighting, but well, he had been to prison after all. He knew how to keep his head above water.

"But anyway, ignore them and they usualy go away. Unless you want me to have some fun with them." He offered

((those guys are fake. the wannabe and the other one ;) ))

"Well, you seem to know more about vampirism than me, so..."

Myron thought for a second. Was this guy really friendly, or just acting like it? He decided to go through with the offer.

"...that, maybe, you could... teach me about... the dos and don'ts of this life? Like how not to be a nerd and other things?"

He thought it was a good offer. He was new to the (un)life, and he was the only slightly trustworthy one he knew.

But his attention shifted. "Yeah, you can take care of them" he said. They seemed weak, and this "AJ" person seemed strong.

((I know they're NPC's but still. The club on the outside doesn't scream "Vampires are Here" and if they're human, they wouldn't know if vampires are real unless one of them is like a blood pet or actually a vampire as well and leading the other on.))



AJ raised an eyebrow at the guys question and he seened to think for it a lot longer than he actually did. "No." He said simply, shaking his head as he turned back to his beer. "I'm not the sire type. You learn from me now, you'll be dead inside a month. I do things because I know what I'm doing and I don't have the patience to explain every little thing I'm doing. And if you just do what I do, you'll be dead and they'll come after me for teaching you."

Nah, he wasn't going to be responsible for someone elses life. He had thought he was ready when he told Lisa that he wanted children, and though it had hurt when she told him vamipires were steril, he realized now that it was proably a good thing.

"There are some here I'm sure who'll take you on as a fledgling or something... Be careful who you ask though, some aren't too keen on that." He said. "Rachel though. Rachel Penbrook. If you find her she should be able to help you out or find someone who can." Hell, he wasn't going to just let the guy struggle. He might be a vicious bastard sometimes, but he had a soft spot for newbies, what could he say?

((well, the girl can be a vampire, then. Daring the wannabe (fun word) to act cool, while knowing that will get him killed :mwaha: ))

Myron blinked. He felt three emptions at once: hurt (for being turned down), understanding (he knew why) and curiosity (about this "Rachel"). He thought for a while, taking it all in.

"Well, if it would kill us both, we wouldn't do it, then." Myron said to AJ after what seemed like a minute. "We could just be friends, then, okay?" Myron was getting bored. The clan leader was nowhere in sight, and hell, the bartender had only started on his Bloody Mary.

"So, where can I find this "Rachel Penbrook" you say can-" Myron was saying before a sharp pain appeared in his shoulder. What the fuck? He turned around to find the wannabe had thrown the knife at him, and was about to throw another. It hurt way more than he thought. In a sudden burst of impeccable timing, Myron fell of his seat in agony the exact instant the wannabe threw the next knife and the bartender served his drink. Myron, now in the floor bleeding, heard the shattering of glass and the screams of the bartender. Bastard wannabe, must have broke the glass in the bartender's hand. He was gonna kill that wannabe. No doubt about it. If he wants to see the power of a goddamn vampire that bastard will see the power of a goddamn vampire!