Ch. 9 Camarilla LawSebastian LaCroix's Ghoul
Chapter 9: Camarilla Law
A sharp rapping jolted me out of a pleasant, if strange dream.
Groggily, and with great confusion, I sat up and glanced at the clock. It was three thirty in the morning. The rapping noise sounded again, this time more urgent. It took me a second to realize it was coming from the door. With a groan I pulled myself on the bed, than cursed myself for forgetting my slippers were on the other side of the bed as my feet hit the cold wooden floor. Again the rapping sounded as I hurried over, sounding impatient. I opened the door.
Bright, golden light spilled in, blinding me for an instant. As my eyes adjusted, the blurry figure in front of me resolved into LaCroix, who looked as if he was just in the process of reaching for the handle before he straightened up. I blinked owlishly, mumbling "Sir, whats going on?..." The vampire cut me off.
"Get dressed. You are to accompany me to a Kindred trial that begins in half an hour. We leave in twenty
Ch. 8 Into a World of DarknessSebastian LaCroix's Ghoul
Chapter 8: Into a World of Darkness
I checked my cellphone one more time, hoping that Johnathan would text back soon, and lay back on the bed, tired and sore. Mercurio's rigorous first day of self defense training had made me want to crawl out of the boxing ring and back into my room to hide. But could I do that? No, not with the Prince himself coming down to monitor my progress near the end. It was damn hard to concentrate with those icy eyes analyzing my every move, sometimes startling me with the odd correction.
"Keep your fists up!"
"Concentrate! Put your weight into your punches!"
"Get that foot higher!"
"Watch where your aiming!"
For such a busy man, he sure had a lot of time to spare to watch me learn the basics of kickboxing, I couldn't help but think sourly afterward as hot water sluiced over my body, washing off a days grime. And tomorrow I was off to the gun range. Even with ghoul strength and healing, I really had no idea how I was even to going to
Ch. 7 A Crash Course in JyhadSebastian LaCroix's Ghoul
Chapter 7: A Crash Course in Jyhad
I slipped through the crowd of sweaty, writhing bodies, trying to find a place to sit. Sensory overload was in full swing at Venture Lounge as multi color strobe lights flashed, cigarette smoke swirled, and music blared its way into my sensitive ghoul ears. I longed to be back in the quiet, stately room with LaCroix, but the sneering voices and the prying questions had driven me out. The jagged teeth, shifty eyes, and boils made me want to puke too.
Every one of the Nosferatu Candidates were nothing more than slippery suck ups. I didn't even need to know the interests of their clan to see that all these fakes wanted was a high power job to suit their own interests. They simply didn't give a damn about anything else. It sickened me how people could be so obviously greedy. How the hell the Prince didn't notice put me off my stride as well. Always, after every interview, he would ask me questions: what do you think about this on
Ch. 6: Mourning and ReunionsSebastian LaCroix's Ghoul
Chapter 6: Mourning and Reunions
Sebastian sat at his desk toying with a small gold cross on a chain, bringing himself back to his younger days...
Newly awoken from the Embrace, horrified at what had happened to him...
Running to the church, to the sympathetic priest who had tried to calm him, to hush his terrified cries...
Blood, dripping everywhere, all over him, the ground, the white robes of the holy man, and feeling so satisfied, so alive, elated that finally his thirst had been quenched...
But not quenched. He wanted more, wanted it all...
With an effort Sebastian wrenched himself from those memories.
Tonight was the funeral for the girl's family. Truth be told, he hated funerals. Not only were they boringly depressing, but he could never could get rid of that odd sense of irony that lingered at the back of his mind while he was there. Thankfully, invitations to these events were extremely rare, but even then he would try to find some excuse to be somewh