The Rise

Posted: September 10, 2015 by hieiyyh2 in creative corner
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At this point it is fan fiction as I will never be able to write for Vampire: The Masquerade Officially

This is the beginning of a story I came up with for V:tM set in NYC.  A bit of setting.  The Camarilla has managed to hold the city for the better part of fifteen years with the Sabbat sweeping the East Coast, NYC is the foot hold On the East Coast for the Camarilla as they try to reverse the tidal wave of the Sabbat.  In this fan fiction I will take through the turmoil of NYC.

 

The Majestic Theater
New York City, August 31 2015
Midnight

The theater was quiet save for the sound of the night janitorial crew clean and making sure the theater was clean for the cast of Phantom of the Opera to rehearse in the morning.  The cameras watched the slow process and Marcus Prince head of the security for The Majestic watched the monitors and took notes.  Everything seemed normal as prince’s eyes scanned for anything.  Nothing ever happened at night, but he had to be alert his boss Alejandro Baxton was expecting his utter best.  Sipping his coffee he turned away from the monitors which blinked off and than back on by the time Marcus turned back.  The only company Marcus had was his radio which played the sultry tones of Mozart.

The night was going normally until Marcus’s eyes landed on monitor seven, the picture was suddenly alive with activity as one of the Janitor’s flew backward hitting hard and landing on his face.  Marcus watched on in horror as the janitor’s body floated off the floor.  The Janitor’s legs kicking helplessly at the air beneath.  When the Janitor’s head began to tear from the rest of his body, Marcus picked up the only weapon he had his Smith and Wesson Collapsible heat treated baton, his cell phone and keys to the building.  Before exiting he did what his boss had ordered, call him, not the police….. “Fuck no answer.”  Marcus cursed as he made his way out into the theater’s halls.

Upon exiting, Marcus was shocked to see another janitor mouth permanently open in a state of shock.  “George?” He said and knelt, not registering the fact that his voice made no noise.  Marcus felt for a pulse, only to find none.  “Who ever……” He started shocked to find no sound came from his mouth.  Marcus did the only thing he could think of and flicked his wrist to make his baton go to it’s proper length.  The seasoned security guard, kept his head on a swivel as he made his way down the halls.  Finding more bodies as he moved.  He made his way to the main audience area.  What he found shocked him more than the bodies in the halls.

Hanging from the ceiling was the main prop of the iconic show which was featured at this theater.  The Chandelier, rigged with a bomb and mangled inside was Alejandro who was slowly coming to.  Before he could call out for help a man was in his face fist flying.  With no time to react, Marcus knocked out cold.

………………………………………………………….

Looking down at the body of the head of security, the unknown man dusted his knuckles.  “Is that best your pets can do Alejandro?  I am sorely disappointed in you.  At least when the sabbat ran things in this city, our ghouls were tougher.  I look forward to dismantling the grip The Camarilla has on this city.  I will start by turning your precious pet.”  The unknown man said as he grinned up at the barely conscious prince of the city. “Say goodbye to him.”  He said as he dug his fangs in and drained The Security guard dry.  ”
“I will make him like me a master of shadow.  A much more worthy new vampire than a stuffy old Ventrue like yourself.”  He said as Alejandro moved around.

…………………………………………………………….

Alejandro had no wear to go, no wear to call out too.  All he could think of doing finding away to save Marcus from a fate in the Sabbat.  He used his only option and prayed he could get his vitae into the drained  ghoul.  With a grunt of concentration, Alejandro tore open his flesh with a movement against his restraints and allowed his blood to fall down and into his now dead ghoul’s mouth….  NOO he thought as his blood and that of man who was turning his ghoul mixed in Marcus’s waiting mouth…. What would the fate of Marcus Prince be with mixed vitae in his system.

It was time for plan B.

Closing his eyes in defeat, Alejandro let his spirit exit his body to the Astral Plane he wasn’t sure how this would play out but he no other option.  The spirit clung onto Marcus’s body and stayed with him even as the unknown assaliant dragged Marcus out of the building and into a van and off into the night..  He had to hope that this would work as the timer next to him dwindled down to 0 and than detonated.

…………………………………………………………..

The Majestic theater exploded taking chunks of the adjoining building with it.

 

 

I hope you enjoyed this preview of my Vampire: The Masquerade Fan-Fiction.  If you want me to continue please like and comment below.  Thank you

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