Spoiler: ? 9 As the blond vampire entered the elevator, she soon was joined by two men. They were talking quietly and eyeing her from time to time. "Hey, there lady~" One of them turned to her, his tone pleasant. "Wanna have some fun?" He asked while his companion eyed her.
I look at them with contempt. “I’m afraid it’s past my bed time. Another time perhaps?” I I answer trying to deflect hoping to just get to the garage without incident.
"Oh, come on~" He gasped theatrically, making his companion chuckle. "Can't you give a chance to the poor soul~" He asked hopefully, and also playfully.
“I say European men don’t understand the word no more than Americans do. Perhaps this will make it clearer. Idź się pierdol,” I say coldly, letting my detachment from humanity let them know I am not interested.
Spoiler: Persuasion social+persuasion 19, 15, 16, 5 vs DC 10 - 3 successes The man stopped, his mouth hanging open at her words. His companion laughed loudly and slapped his back. "Still no luck!" He said cheerfully, then gave a light bow to Trish. "Have a good night, miss!" He said as he took the sulking companion by the arm and the two made their way away. Soon, Trish reached the familiar car - Clara stepped out and opened the back door, allowing the young vampire to enter the car. Soon, the car started and drove into the night. A music started playing from the radio. "Where to?" Clara asked, as she turned into one of the streets. The night... there was still half of it there to enjoy~
“I could use a late dinner,” I say as I freshen my makeup. “I should have invited one of those guys along.” “Nice music,” I say as the car pulls out. “Tell me what it’s like. What is it like to be in thrall to one of us?”
Clara nodded her head. "Portishead. The Brits made quite a few bands during the 90s, and they have quite a few good songs. Funny how things go - they make their culture spread then they block their ability to spread it- ah, sorry. Just enjoying the stupidity of old enemy~" Clara chuckled as she turned the music up a notch. "But yes, they are a good band." For a moment she was quiet. "To be a Thrall.... It depends I guess. Feeling of incredible loyalty, desire and love is usually what the ghouls feel at the begging. Sometimes hate. It depends on the way one is recruited, I would guess." She mused, her voice distant.
I stare out the window. “No wonder I haven’t heard of the band, and in the 90s, only Oasis crossed over to the US with any success. Grunge was the music of the day. I have always yearned for older things. I wonder how that will change as the nights drag on.” “Not so bad then. Seems the eternal youth and without the drawbacks makes up for some minor inconveniences,” I say in contemplation. “Speaking of complications, I could use a meal.”
"True, you could have become an eternal teenager or a Nosferatu. Those would not be fun." She shook her head and smiled. "The nights are long~ and full of surprises~" She chuckled. She looked around. "The same club as last time?" She asked, reminding Chloe of her recent accidental victim.
I wince and remember the boy I had killed. “Is there somewhere else similar? It’s just…” I trail off mad at myself, that I cannot remember his name. Will they all be like that? I want to think I’d remember, but…
"Sure, I can drive to some other place. There are a few clubs like that in the city." Clara hummed as she turned the car. Spoiler: Mental + social 13,14,19 Vs DC 10 Her memory jolted. Damian. She remembered the name, how he looked like. Her memory supplying her everything about the young man, and the memory off She paused as she realised something. The boy, was not alone at the club. He was there with a woman. Older one... She looked at Damian and Chloe as they left the place together..
“Clara,” I begin, hating myself for what I might be suggesting. “Damian, the boy that well you know… his mother… she saw me leaving the club…” I stop feeling guilty for what I am suggesting. I look at the older blonde awaiting her advice.
For a moment Clara was still, them- "Scheiße!" She cursed as she turned the car to stand on the side. "Would she recognize you?" She asked, then paused shaking her head. "She would..." She breathed in, thinking. For a moment she was quiet, then spoke, calmly. " The fact that you were noticed is a fuck up, but that you remembered it is a golden lining. This might save us a trouble long-term." She paused. "You will need to call Hector and inform him of this. He has contacts to locate the woman and check if she informed the police of missing teenager or kidnaping. Unlike in US, here, there is no grace period before calling in the missing people. You can do it at any moment."
I would go pale if I weren’t already a deathly shade. I pick up the phone and dial Hector. I feel existential dread as I listen to the ring awaiting my sirer to answer.
The signal was continuing to beep for two times, before there was a click on the other side- "Hello, my dear." She heard Hector's voice. "Are you having fun tonight?" There was a relief in his voice as he spoke to her, even some joy.
“I was having quite an immense amount of fun,” I begin to grow fearful of how this will go. “But it seems I have a problem. A few nights ago… I lost control… while feeding.” I pause, waiting for Hector’s reply.
There was a short pause on the other side of the line. "I remember you mentioning the situation." He said slowly, allowing her to continue.
“Yes, well, I was feeling… a bit thirsty… and Clara suggested going back to the club… I wasn’t feeling it. Bad memories… and then I had a very, very bad memory,” I say, with a long pause in between. “Damian’s mother saw Clara and me leave with him that night.”
For a moment, there was a silence on the other side. The silence stretched a little longer before Hector spoke. Do you have any clue who she is? Or who the boy was?" Hector asked, his tone neutral. "Their surnames or any other detail you could give me - where you meet her?" Spoiler: Memory 13 vs DC 10 - success As she strained her memory, and soon the clear picture of the woman came to her mind. Spoiler: Mother
I relay what I can remember about the woman. That’s why she was in her early 40s, maybe like 30s. She was highly attractive. I didn’t get a sir name. “I’m sorry, Hector. I should have told you sooner.”
