I'll start now. Immaterial can catch up later.
You wake up in a church, chained to large stone pews. You have no memory of what led up to this point, but you feel... different. For one thing, you don't even think your heart is beating anymore.
And you're hungry. So hungry you're light headed. All around you a powerful, delicious smell wafts through the air. Suddenly you realize there's blood all over the church floor and splashed onto the pews. The scent is overpowering, and it makes you even more hungry.
Then, you hear a voice, coming from the end of the aisle. A man is standing with his back to you, talking on a cell phone.
"...told you to only turn four of them! There are twice that many here! Who else helped you sire the rest? Because I know you don't have the willpower to sire six childer, let alone two!"
...
"The Malkovian? Are you serious? He's dangerous to our operation! Even more so now that he has, what, two childer in our ranks, now? And more Nosferatu is just a bad idea in and of itself! The fuck were you thinking?"
...
"You'd better be on your fucking way. They're waking up."
He hangs up the phone and slips it into his pocket, taking a deep breath before turning to face you. He's wearing a finely tailored suit and tie, looking almost like a business executive, or maybe a lawyer from a very important firm. He smiles, showing elongated and sharpened canines. You seem to remember him coming to some of the cult meetings, shaking hands with the leader and writing checks. His smile is just as unnerving now as it was then.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Marcus. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and I have all the time in the world for answers, but I want to cover the basics first. You're dead. Well, sort of. We all have different philosophies about it, but the important thing is that you're one of us now. At some point in your life, you may have called us 'vampires,' now you will call each other 'kindred.'"
He begins to pace up and down the hall with his hands behind his back, "You're better now. Stronger, faster, more dexterous, more perceptive. These gifts, however, come with a cost. You have weaknesses. Our... aversion to direct sunlight is the worst of these. Never go out in the day. Never even let the sun in through blinds. It will hurt, and it will kill you if you let it. Fire is another weakness. Not as deadly as sunlight, but still harmful nonetheless. Wooden stakes are also a danger, but they only paralyze; they never kill by themselves."
He stops pacing and heads around the back of the altar, kneeling behind it and opening a cooler. "I imagine you're all hungry. I wish you could feed on a live human for your first time, but these blood packs should satiate you," He paces down the aisle again, tossing each one of you a medical blood pack, "Blood is your food. It's your sustaining life force. It's your new drug of choice. Blood is your everything. Without it, you will waste away to nothing, just as you would die of starvation. All Kindred have different ways of obtaining it. We call it "hunting." Never hunt in another Kindred's hunting grounds. It is a violation of the code we all live by, and you may even be executed for it."
"Now, about the-"
You hear a car door slam outside, and it seems to interrupt Marcus's train of thought, "Finally, he's here. He'd better have a damn good reason for skipping out on me. Let's get these shackles off."
He comes to each one of you, one by one, and unlocks the shackles around your arms and legs, letting you get up and stretch your freshly risen limbs. As he unlocks the last shackle, a man bursts through the door to the church, grinning wildly in a long black robe. You recognize him as the cult leader you are all familiar with. Unlike Marcus's smile, his almost puts you at ease, makes you feel safe.
Marcus speaks to the cult leader, "Bradley. Your... children would like a word with you."
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Topic: World of Darkness: Vampire - The Requiem (Read 15394 times)