12/02/21

Alec arrived at the Continental just before 11pm. His black Bentley Boyega glided to a halt in its parking spot.

“Shall I wait in the car Alec?” Kimiko asked.

“I’m going to be there for a while. Why not come in and we’ll get you some dinner.”

“That’s most generous of you. Thanks.”

Alec smiled and accompanied his ghoul inside.

“Good evening Charon.” Alec greeted the well-dressed gentleman as he approached the concierge.

“Mr. Massara, welcome.”

“Has Miss Lam arrived yet?”

“Not to my knowledge sir but as we both know, that doesn’t mean she hasn’t.”

“Quite true. Thanks.”

Charon bowed slightly as the pair moved on.

Alec led Kimiko to an elevator where she inserted a key card and code. The lift brought them down into a foyer, feeding into a nightclub-like bar atmosphere. They were seated at a table and Kimiko politely accepted a menu. Alec looked around. It wasn’t exceptionally early but the place seemed quiet, less crowded than he expected, even for a Thursday night. As Kimiko ordered her meal he allowed his senses to expand, to sense the unseen, that which most people never notice. Roselle was standing off in a corner watching him, still, motionless. He decided not to acknowledge her yet, to wait until she revealed herself. He focused his attention on Kimiko, and the steak she ordered, braised in duck fat accompanied by potatoes au gratin and asparagus spears wrapped in bacon. It smelled delicious. He was tempted to taste it. Alec had recently taught himself to eat food again but even so his dead body wouldn’t allow him to digest it. He’d eventually have to purge. So instead he sipped on a goblet of blood and engaged in a playful banter with his companion. When Roselle finally sat, Alec immediately had a similar crystal glass brought to her. He excused himself from his table and made his way over to the Nosferatu.

“Good evening Miss Lam.” The Nosferatu had a completely bald head, pale and ashy with some very faint blue veining that tracked just above her pointy ears. Dark makeup framed her eyes and her lips were the soft purple of lavender.

“Hello Alec.” She smiled, exposing a pair of sharp elongated incisors. “You arrived early.” She reached for the glass and brought it to her lips. She took a sip as if it were filled with hot coffee then nodded her satisfaction before placing it down.

“There’s early and there’s late Miss Lam. No such thing as on time.  I believe in treating the important things in our lives with respect, things like our word. I promised to be here by midnight and wouldn’t risk the chance that city traffic might conspire against me to prevent me from being here as I agreed. Never keep a lady waiting.” Alec was friendly, charming and personable even without the power of his vitae enhancing him.

“Roselle, Alec. I’ve been called many things since I became kindred, lady is not usually one of them.”

“Then they are obviously not seeing the beauty that I see, a terrible loss for them in my opinion.”

She looked back toward the table where Kimiko sat, nursing a cappuccino and tiramisu, watching but not overtly drawing attention to herself.  “Yet you chose to bring her with you. Do I make you so uncomfortable that you felt the need to bring a bodyguard?”

“Not at all. Kimiko is more of an administrative assistant …”

“Who happens to be trained in martial arts by the Ministry of State Security in China?”

“What can I say? I have soft hands.” He reached out and gently stroked her skin from just above her wrist to her fingertips. “She’s also a graduate of Columbia University Law School.  Kimiko has many talents. She on occasion serves my driver. I very rarely drive myself anywhere anymore. I’ve found there are people much better at it than I, who are less likely to draw attention.”

“Because a Bentley is so commonplace in the city?” She countered.

“Fair. I see it more as a tool to be used to help influence business relationships. It informs potential partners that I’m to be taken seriously from a financial standpoint. “

“And the Russian Mafia for when they require a more heavy handed approach?”

“It’s part of the family business, Roselle. I had little choice in the matter of my placement within the organization.”

“No I’d guess not. Your sire I’m sure saw to that. She seems rather… obsessive when it comes to you. At least that’s the word in Elysium. My call didn’t cause any complications for you, did it?”

“Not at all. Stasi is quite reasonable when circumstances are explained properly to her. Contrary to what many think, she’s very indulgent with me.”

Roselle grinned. “I was told you’d present her in the most positive light. Loyalty is such a rare thing these nights.”

“Anastasiya, I’m afraid, is quite misunderstood by those who don’t know her well. They judge her by the few singular outbursts they’ve seen or heard about and never have the opportunity to see her gentle side, to experience her generosity.”

“That’s good to know. Hopefully that makes this easier.” She retrieved a marker from her pocketbook and slid it toward him. “I like you Alec, and I don’t mean to come across as crass but you promised me a boon. I’m afraid I need to collect.”

“It’s quite ok, Roselle. Boons are the currency of our world. You did me a great favor. How can I be of service to you?”

She took a deep draw of her goblet before setting it down again. “Are you familiar with Saturnalia?”

“The pagan holiday many of our Christmas traditions are based on? Yeah, I was raised a good Catholic boy but I studied it in college.”

“Well the Nosferatu celebrate Saturnalia every year with a grand ball. The entire clan is expected to attend. It’s an opportunity for some of us to get noticed and maybe better our place in this unlife if we can impress the right kindred. Some bring with them information to share, others showcase how their influences have grown. I’m interested in neither. I just want to be seen as a woman again, not this creature I’ve been transformed into. They say a Nosferatu wears the misdeeds of their human life as an outward expression of their appearance. I guess I must have exceptionally…”

“Beautiful…” Alec interrupted her. “…and kind to be able to defeat a millennia old curse.”

“I was cruel beyond measure.”

“And still lovely despite what is said about your clan. What is it you’d require of me?”

“Accompany me to the Nosferatu Ball. Spend the night with me. I’d like you to be my guest.”

“It would be an honor.”

“I haven’t told you when it is.”

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing is more important that night.”

“Or where it is.” She challenged.

“So long as I am on your arm, nothing else will matter.”

“I don’t know whether to find you charming or to vomit from your sickly sweet overtures.”

“Your day, your choice. Shall I pick you up or…”

“No. No drivers. Are you familiar with The Dead Poet on Amsterdam?”

“Yeah. I’ve been there a few times, before…” He stopped suddenly.

 Roselle eyed him for a moment. “ Good. I’ll arrange transportation from there. December 17th 8pm sharp.”

“As you say.”

“You do know that nearly all the attendees will be Nosferatu, yes?”

“I assumed that since you called it the Nosferatu Ball it would be so.”

“That means you are likely to be the only Ventrue.”

“Good. Less competition for your attention.”

“Are you sure you aren’t a Malkavian or are you really this nice.”

“You can decide after the party. Is there a particular attire you’d prefer I wear?”

“No. I trust your judgment.”

“Might I offer to buy you something new for the occasion?”

“I don’t want your money.” She bristled.

“I’m sorry Roselle. I was just being…”

“Polite. I know. You’re a tough one to figure out Alec. Is this the real you or do manners masketh the man?”

“I like to think I’m always me, for good or ill.”

“I can work with that.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Alec.” She stood and walked away leaving the marker behind.

Alec picked it up and slid it into his jacket pocket. He took his goblet, leaving a gold coin on the counter to cover the drinks and made his way back to a waiting Kimiko.

“I don’t think I like it Alec.” She was speaking Japanese. “It’s sounds too dangerous. Ysabelle won’t be happy and Elena is going to flip. A room full of Nosferatu and no protection? Not a good idea.” She paused. “Anastasiya’s going to have your throat for this.”

“Roselle has a marker. What can I do?” He drained the remaining blood from his cup. “A boon is a boon and must be repaid.”

“I still don’t like it.” She frowned.

……………………………………………………..

“Are you serious Alec?!” Anastasiya sneered as she followed him into his office at the auction house.

“Quite.” He said without turning to look at her. “Ysa clear my schedule for the 17th and the 18th too, just in case.”

“Just in case what Alec?”

“Go on my heart, tell her.” His sire had folded her arms and made a face of disgust.

Ysa looked at Kimiko who had just caught up. She grimaced and motioned to Alec.

“Miss Lam is calling in her boon.”

“What does she want?” Ysa asked.

“She wants me to escort her to the Nosferatu Ball held on December 17th.”

“Wait. What?” Elena asked.

“A Nosferatu Ball.” Anastasiya spit. “Alec alone with a room full of sewer rats. Have you gone mad?”

“Oh my god.” Elena had a look like she was going to be ill. “I agree with your sire Alec.” She turned away. “I think I threw up in my mouth.” She grumbled to Ysa.

“There. See. Even your half sized driver agrees.”

“Wait. What?” Elena repeated turning back toward the conversation.

“Now hold on.” Ysa cut in. Where is it being held? I can set up a security team and…”

“I don’t know. And no security team. That was a condition of the boon.”

“Aye dios mio. Que estupido.” Ysa shook her head. “Eres loco mijo?”

“Look. I’m sure you’re all making a big deal out of nothing. It’s a party. How dangerous can it be? I’m sure Roselle will guarantee my safety.”

“Did you see the ‘Red Wedding’? How’d that party turn out?” Elena remarked.

 “Funny Ellie. Regardless, I owe a boon and it must be paid. End of story.”

“Is something wrong Alec?” Maksim appeared in the doorway. “Yulia said there was a troublesome amount of shouting going on.” His eyes found his daughter.

“No sir. Everything is fine. My lovely Stasi is slightly concerned about the repayment of a boon that I agreed to.”

“Oh. Tell me about this.” His posture relaxed.

“Miss Lam requested that I attend the Nosferatu Ball with her as compensation for her assistance in leading us through the sewers.”

“You don’t say.” His lip curled but he fought back the smirk threatening to show on his face. “I’ve heard of this celebration. I didn’t think they allowed the other clans to attend.”

“It doesn’t sound like they do. Even so, I’m to be her escort, her guest.”

“I see.” He stroked his beard for a moment. “How have you treated her?”

“With the utmost courtesy and respect sir. I’d hope to cultivate a mutually beneficial relationship, develop an ally if you will.”

“It would seem you are well on your way to doing so, depending on how the night goes.”

“Pa pa. You can’t be serious. You think he should go?”

“I think she has a boon and every right to ask it. As distasteful as it may be, Alec is about to learn a powerful lesson about the value of boons.”

“He could be killed.” Anastasiya argued.

“Unlikely.” Maksim offered. “What I will say Alexander is that you should remember the Nosferatu are, as a whole, less than civilized, quick to anger and prone to violence. Exercise caution in your dealings but you must not come across as weak.”

“I understand sir.”

“Keep in touch with your people and direct them as to where you are going. It may be wise to have someone track your cell phone.”

“I’ve got it.” Ysa announced.

“Good. Is there anything else?”

“Pa pa.”

“Is that a no my darling daughter?”

Anastasiya pouted but didn’t say a word.

“Alec.”

“Sir?”

“Wear a gun.”

“Yes sir.”

Maksim nodded and departed.

Anastasiya glared at him for a moment, shook her head and stormed off.

Alec found his chair and sighed. He looked at his watch. As his eyes met Ysa’s, the unspoken message was received. She nodded and began dialing. A short conversation in Spanish and a minute or so quiet pause led to a woman’s voice.

“Alexander my boy.” The voice greeted him. “What news do you have for me?”

“Hello Fiorenza. Thanks for taking my call.”

“Dispense with the pleasantries my boy. Quickly now. Moonlight is burning.”

“Of course. I’ve been invited to the Nosferatu Ball on the 17th.”

“Saturnalia? The Hidden have always held a certain penchant for the old world dramatic customs.”

“Yes. I owed a boon to Roselle Lam and this was her requested payment.”

“You incurred a debt dear boy, pay it. Was there a purpose to this call?”

“I’ve already agreed, I was hoping you could offer me some direction on how best to take advantage of the opportunity.”

“The fact that you see this as an opportunity to be exploited instead of an unpleasantry that must be endured speaks well of you. Continue to speak well. Keep your ears open and eyes sharp. You might just find yourself pleasantly surprised at what you are able to learn. Trust your instincts though, charm and wit go only so far with the Hidden. It might be beneficial to allow Miss Lam certain liberties that your sire would find distasteful. But be careful, Do not allow yourself to be seen as a victim to the others. Project confidence and strength without arrogance and you may just find you have earned yourself valuable good will with them. Were I to gamble on who among our clan in New York City might enjoy the most success at such an endeavor, my money would be on you, my boy.”

“That’s high praise, Prince Savona.”

“It is. Do call after you return. I’d be most interested to hear about your experience.”

“I will Fiorenza.”

“Spendid. Good night Alexander.”

“Good Night Fiorenza.”

The line went dead.

 “You’re sure you want to go through with this Alec?” Elena asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. Roselle doesn’t mean me any harm. Besides…”

“We pay our debts.” Ysa agreed.

“That we do mija.”

12/17/2021

Ysa swung the BMW Boxster around the corner and drifted along the curb coming to a stop a few doors down from The Dead Poet.

“You sure you don’t want me to sit with you until she shows.”

“I’ll be fine Ysa. I’ll call ya later for a pickup.”

“If you say so mijo.”

She watched as he exited the car.

“Cuidado guapo.”

Alec smiled and nodded. Ysa pulled off the curb and back into traffic, quickly disappearing into the chaos of the city’s nightlife. He walked purposefully toward the outdoor bar and found a seat near the wall with a good sightline of the sidewalk. It was just after seven.  He expected he could be waiting for the better part of an hour for his companion to show. He ordered a Widow Jane neat and very much played the voyeur as he sipped his bourbon. He expanded his perception to sense what others could not see but nothing caught his attention.

“I like that you’re early.”

A soft voice carried on the cold winter air. Black painted fingernails, her ring finger painted red,  wrapped around a chair back. Alec, even with his supernatural abilities, never saw her. He did now.  The Nosferatu’s bald head had been dusted with a light base powder that held a bit of sparkle. Her pointy ears sported several piercings, spikes and black diamonds. Her eyes were lined with black that shadowed gray and rose to a winter blue eye shadow over her lids. Her lips had been painted a festive candy apple red and her skin drifted with the floral scent of lilies.

“How do I look?”

She wore a shiny black latex bustier that opened mid drift to expose a pierced belly button. The black diamond glinted with the sparkle of the overhead rope lights. She had an athletic build, slightly buxom with a narrow waist. Her latex pants flattered her figure causing more than a few heads to turn. She wore open toe spiked heels, her toes painted the same as her fingers. She completed her look with a leather collar pressed tightly into her throat. His expression spoke long before his words.

“Stunning.”

He let his eyes take her in for a few more moments before redirecting to himself.

“I hope you don’t mind. I went for a more classical look.”

His custom black suit with its five button vest was tailored to his perfect fit and he accented the dark color with a seasonal red silk shirt, similar in color to the paint on her ring finger nails. His black silk tie was patterned with red paisley. He shied away from any gaudy jewelry preferring the classy aesthetic of a leather banded Rolex and single platinum band on his right middle finger etched to look like dragon scales.

Her eyes took him in, much like a predator would measure her prey.  “Not at all. You’re quite stunning yourself. Perfect in fact, just as I had imagined.”

“Would you care to sit for a bit or do we need to be on our way?”

“Finish your drink. We have time.”

She watched him curiously as he brought the amber liquid to his mouth and swallowed it. She seemed fascinated by it.

“It’s a good trick, I know. I’ll pay for it later when it has to come up… sometime before dawn.”

“Still it must be nice to taste things again.”

“It is. He swirled his finger around the mouth of the glass. It’s one of the things I miss most.” His voice held a hint of melancholy.

“But not the most.” She commented empathetically.

“No. Not the most.”

He emptied his glass.

“Ready?” She asked.

“I am.”

He offered her his arm and she took it leaning into him feigning cold. They drew more than a few curious looks as they walked the city street, the goth girl arm in arm with the investment banker. She led him for about a block then approached a nondescript sedan with dark tinted windows. She opened the door. “This is our ride.” The car had livery plates and a dark partition separating the front from the back seats. He assisted her in and sat next to her. The instant the door closed the car darted out into the street. The driver wove in and out of traffic very similar to how Ysa drove in Mexico. He looked out the window trying to figure out where they might be going. They traveled from the east side of Central Park across to the Upper West Side of Manhattan. With no warning the vehicle lurched right and jumped a speed bump into a utility garage. The force of the turn and impact of the bump sent Roselle into the air and nearly on his lap.

“Sorry.” She said. Bracing herself against him to move back into her seat.

“It’s ok. Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.”

The car wound down to the lowest level of the garage then came to an abrupt halt.

“This is our stop.”

“Peculiar place for a party.” Alec suggested.

“Oh the ball isn’t here. Just the way to get there.” She grinned as he helped her out of the vehicle.

There were several other figures moving about in the poorly lit cement confines of the parking area, all heading toward a raised gate leading to a tunnel.

“Come on, follow me.” She laced her fingers with his, drawing him toward the gate. He could feel the sharp scrape of her nails against his skin. They reached the gate and a gravelly voice called out to them.

“Tickets.”

Alec hadn’t noticed him until he reached out with a fist the size of a melon holding an undersized black light. How someone that large managed to remain unseen was a testament to the obfuscation skills of the Nosferatu.  He had massive leathery hands and a hunched back. His face was either battle scarred or missing pieces. Possibly both. Roselle opened her free hand revealing two perfectly cut red gems. As the light passed over the gems a symbol of weeping mask could be seen inside.

“Who’s the pretty guy Roselle?”

“My guest. Is that going to be a problem Mittens?”

“To each his own”, he shrugged. He looked at Alec. “Ventrue huh? Kinky.”

“Mittens?” He whispered to Roselle.

She smirked but said nothing. A few feet past the gate, ‘guests’ were loading into a subway car. If the look of the kindred aboard was any indication of what awaited him, Alec was in for an interesting night. Nearly all of the passengers were ugly and disfigured, twisted versions of their former selves. Many of them reeked of sewage. Yet at the same time, the kindred he encountered all seemed dressed to impress, whatever their individual definition of the word was. He drew more than a few stares and even a few threatening glares.  They found two empty seats along the wall of the car. Roselle placed her hand on Alec’s knee and the gesture seemed to silence many of the awkward looks he was receiving. The train lurched forward and they were on the move again. A fifteen minute or so subway ride later the car stopped and doors opened. The passengers filed out. Alec with Roselle on his arm made toward the sound of music in the distance. He looked up at the worn brickwork and made out the words, Roosevelt Island Station. The interior of the abandoned station was cavernous, much too large for the affair in his mind. Green and gold streamers decorated the archway in. Tables were set with red and black cloths with white napkins and silver flatware. The central dance floor was empty save for a lone couple slow dancing to a funeral march and mottled little man, angrily thrashing about akin to having a fit. He wore a Mohawk haircut and bike chains for suspenders.

It wasn’t long before the room started to fill. Alec had expected that the ‘ball’ he’d been invited to would be a gathering of the two dozen or so Nosferatu living in the city. He knew that the clan sometimes blurred the line between Camarilla and Anarch so it made sense to him that members from their rival sect would be invited. What he wasn’t ready for was the nearly hundred perhaps more of the Unseen, as Fiorenza put it, who traveled from far and wide to attend. He overheard conversations from kindred mentioning how they traveled from as distant as St Louis to be here. He knew most of them had probably failed to announce themselves to the prince, an idea that made his attendance here slightly uncomfortable. Alec, if nothing else kind was to be said about him, followed the rules. He was loyal to his prince.

“Hey. You ok?” Roselle asked, sensing his discomfort. “If you want to go I understand.” She added with some disappointment in her voice.

“No. Of course not. I’m just… how many Nosferatu were invited? It’s inconceivable that this many would live in the city.”

She grinned. “All of them… at least any who care to attend. And no they do not all call the city home. Most are here just for the ball. OffaI for example, if I remember right, is from Michigan.” 

She said motioning toward a twisted looking man wearing overalls and a boutonniere. 

“I think he lives near Flint in a badly damaged water treatment facility.”

She pointed to a female Nosferatu, nowhere near as attractive as she. 

“Magda is from Georgia. At least she is now.”

She wore a tattered, washed out, southern dame’s gown with a wide bell shape of what was once probably a vibrant yellow. She carried a lace umbrella in her gloved hands. 

“I’ll introduce you to some of the more interesting members of my clan as the night goes on.”

“Sounds like fun.”

She smirked at him.

The lights dimmed and the music got louder. The ball was just getting started. As they spoke, ghouls walked around with appetizer trays, offering all manner of decadence to the guests. Some held glasses of blood, others freshly killed vermin. Alec could swear he saw several passing around platters with cut up organs.

“Care for some light bloodletting my sweets?”  A crone of a woman with a bulbous nose and more warts than should be allowed on a face asked.

Roselle raised an eyebrow at him and tilted her head.

“Not just yet. Thanks. Maybe later” He smiled politely.

“Later huh?” His companion teased.

“Sure. Could be fun.”

“Could be…” She smiled approvingly.

They made way for an empty table in between the stage and a bar that held a rack with scores of bottles. Two Nosferatu were talking, one rather loudly.

“And then I said if you can’t pay in cash you can pay in vitae.” He was the larger of the two and laughed heartily.  “You should have seen the expression on that pixie faced toreador.” He turned toward them and stared at Alec. He had a head like a shark and rows of razor sharp teeth. “Stake me in the sun. Massara, is that you?” He seemed to growl as he smiled, exposing more rows of teeth. “What brings you here? Did someone order a Ventrue amuse bouche?”

“Hello Mr. Shark. Long time no see. I hope the nights have been treating you well.” He extended his hand. “I was invited by my friend.” He nodded toward Roselle.

“You’ve a lot of nerve Massara.” He swatted the offered hand away. “Do you know how much money and product you cost me? Not to mention how much trouble you caused me with the prince and her sheriff. I should tear you apart and serve your vitae during the toast.”

“I understand your being upset. I apologize for any inconveniences my coterie may have unwittingly put upon you, but… we owed a boon, had a marker and we both know you can’t ignore a marker.”

“I don’t care.” He was so close Alec could smell the rank odor of rotten fish on his breath. 

Roselle moved to step in front of her companion but Alec kept her behind him, pressing his hand just below her navel.

“I don’t believe that. A gentleman as reputable as yourself understands the value of one’s word to another. Markers are a funny thing. The laws say you must honor your boon as represented by the marker. The laws also say you cannot harm the possessor of your marker until the boon is repaid. To do so would incur a blood hunt. Nobody wants that.”

“Does your little legal lesson have a purpose?”

“Only insofar as I must remind you of the boon you gave me. No worries though sir. I have little desire to ask for repayment.”

“The kid’s pretty sharp, Shark. He’s got spunk.” The other nosferatu grinned.

“Fair enough Massara. We’ll settle this another time.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” Alec said as his eyes blackened into an inky void. “You’ll find I’m full of surprises.” Just as quickly his eyes resumed their normal color. “Do enjoy your evening Mr. Shark.”

“Let’s go Alec.” Roselle tugged on him, leading him away. “I had no idea that you and Shark had a history.”  

“It was a small thing over a year ago.”

“A year, a day, a decade, it’s all the same for kindred.”

“Yeah, I tend to forget that.”

The band had begun to play some fast paced thrash music.

“Do you dance?” She asked as her body started to move.

“Oh yeah. Come on.” He grabbed her by the hand and raced for the dance floor.

Alec was a very good dancer. Even though he typically danced to club music, his natural rhythm helped him keep pace with his energetic partner.

“They’re called Lethal Injection, one of my favorites. The lead singer is a Gangrel named Dorothy.”

She had a voice that was a mix of bluegrass and metal. Alec was taken aback by her tone. Dark black hair and animalistic green eyes, she was certainly quite attractive. Her snug leather pants hugged her hips and her bodysuit complimented her figure. She stalked about the stage barefoot, prowling toward them. The singer made eye contact with him, staring for just a little too long for Roselle’s taste.

“Looks like you found an admirer.” She said leaning into his ear.

“That’s nice, but I’m here with somebody. “ He answered back, drawing her hands over his shoulders, behind his neck and then placed his hands on her hips. The tempo changed again. Alec and Roselle found themselves slow dancing in a sea of couples.

“This is nice.” She said, happily.

“It is. Thanks for inviting me.

“Glad you’re enjoying it.”

They danced for several more songs before deciding to take a break for refreshment. Many of the seats had been taken so Alec found a chair and sat her on his lap. Roselle didn’t seem to mind. She had one hand wrapped around his neck and another holding a goblet of blood. More and more Nosferatu had taken notice of him. Many seemed less than enthused to see him.

“Your friend Mr. Shark arranges for the refreshments. He does it every year to insure the clan doesn’t talk about his operations. It’s like the annual payoff. That’s why it’s so hard to track him. The Nosferatu run interference.” She took a sip from her cup. “So how did you end up on his naughty list?”

“We had done business with him before. He needed someone to negotiate the release of his property held up in a shipping yard due to a financial dispute. I was able to work out a fair settlement between him and Carmila Giovanni.”

“Carmila Giovanni? From the Clan of Death. She creeps me out.” Roselle shivered. “Very brave. So how did that cause you to draw his ire? You’d think he’d be happy.”

“He was. That’s how we earned his boon. But not long after that the prince tasked us with finding some missing kindred, one of which was being held and drained by the Circulatory System to pay a debt.”

“Ahh. I see. So it’s true. Your coterie is a marechal.”

“A what?”

“You run errands for the prince.”

“Oh yeah. I mean, Prince Panhard spared my life. I feel like I owe her. I pay my debts.”

“I’m well aware.” She grinned, leaning into him.

“Disgusting.” A feral looking creature with the facial features of an angry bat and gray leather stretched skin. His bloodshot eyes flared with anger. His fangs exposed, he hissed. “How much did you pay for this one, Roselle?”

She seemed caught off guard. Alec could feel her shrinking into him. She turned to look at him, panicked, with pleading in her eyes. Something animalistic snarled inside of him.

“Nothing.” Alec grabbed her face with his free hand and kissed her passionately, intentionally making a scene of it. She was shocked but quickly regained her composure, kissing him back. “I was lucky enough to be invited to attend as her date. Jealousy is not very flattering and you, my friend, are ugly enough.”

“Is that what you think blue blood? Friendly advice, get a tetanus shot. If you knew where she’s been you wouldn’t be so thrilled to have her fetid corpse on your lap. I wonder Roselle, does he know what a depraved psychopathic bitch you are.”

“I wonder whether you’re smart enough to walk away, before some tragedy worse than your embrace befalls you.” Alec interrupted.

He stepped toward them. “You may want to call your pet to heel, Lam, before he finds himself just another carcass discarded in your pile of dead animals.” He opened his hand revealing taloned fingers, sharp, deadly. “Or maybe it’s you who could do with a little scarring, you painted whore. Do you honestly believe crawling shamelessly over your Ventrue banker makes you any less the revolting creature you are? Perhaps you consider yourself too pretty for our clan. I can fix that.” He brought his hand back. Before he could strike with it Alec spoke again. This time calling on the power of his blood.

“Stop.” He commanded. The Nosferatu froze. “I’ve heard quite enough from you. I find your disrespect toward my beautiful lady unacceptable. Kneel before her and beg her forgiveness.”

The Nosfeatu’s face contorted with confusion and anger seconds before his eyes glazed over. He fell to his knees. “I’m sorry Roselle. Please forgive me.” He groveled.

“Tell her what a despicable piece of garbage you are.”

“He’s right. I’m vermin. I should never have approached you.”

“Alec.” Roselle called his name.

“Tell her how much you regret insulting her.”

“I do Roselle. Please forgive me.” He begged with animated contrition.

“Alec stop.” She implored as more heads turned toward the spectacle.

“Never bother her again.” He commanded.

“I won’t. I’m sorry.”

“Good. now return to your haven and stay there until sundown tomorrow.”

“Alec enough.” She whispered in his ear. Nipping him to get his attention.

“I should go.” The nosferatu stood to his feet and left.

There were murmurs coming from all around them. Some were annoyed that Alec would dare use his Ventrue Domination against one of their own. Others were surprised such a parlor trick would even work. A few, however, looked at his defending of Roselle with appreciation. They all seemed to agree on one thing however, that he must have some honest affections for his companion. Why would he risk so much otherwise? The murmurs faded as quickly as they started.

“Why would you do that Alec? Do you know what could have happened?”

Alec’s eyes had followed the Nosferatu out the door as he left.

“Alec. Are you listening to me?”. 

“Of course. I’m sorry Roselle. There was no way I was going to allow him to talk to you that way.”

“Soft hands and sharp words.” She smiled appreciatively.

“We all have our talents.” He kissed her lips once more.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Kiss me again.”

“Because I wanted to. I hope I didn’t…”

She kissed him back, forcefully, with feeling. “Didn’t what?”

“Nothing,” he smiled. Nothing at all.

“If you two are done…” A man’s voice interrupted. “There is someone I’d like you to meet, Roselle.” 

A man with oversized ears and a head that looked like it had been shrunken by savages approached. Alec decided he had truly suffered the effects of the Nosferatu Embrace. The man had an extremely weak looking chin, punctured by a few wiry hairs. Patches of mildewed hair thatched his head, but only in the few places not obstructed by eruptions of boils. His demeanor was quite like a dirty old man, wearing a filthy raincoat and a beaten fedora. Alec imagined he was the type to keep a few candies in his pocket, “the better to tempt the children with.” his beast snarled.

“Uncle Smelly!” Roselle popped up and embraced the gross man.

“Hello little one.” he smiled “Have you been introduced to Crushnik yet? He’s new to the city.”

Alec had already risen and reached out to shake the newcomer’s hand. “Fancy seeing you here.” He smiled at Crushnik.

“I’d like to say I’m more shocked to see you here, Alec. But you know… I don’t think I am.” He grinned.

“You two know each other?” Roselle seemed surprised.

“Yeah.” Alec grinned. “We’re friends.”

“Alec helped me find a place to stay. It’s been awhile since I was in New York.  He extended me the hospitality of his coterie’s domain.”

Uncle Smelly nodded with understanding. “So this is Massara… or is it Dragomir? I hear both names used.”

“I’m so sorry.” Roselle would have blushed were she alive. “Uncle Smelly, this is my… friend… Alec Massara. Alec, this is Uncle Smelly.” 

“Gerard Rafin.” He extended his hand. “But most kindred call me Uncle Smelly.”

“Pleased to meet you sir.” Alec shook his hand politely.

“Well you certainly favor the mannerisms of your grandsire, Alec. I’ve known Maksim… and his daughter for quite some time.”

Alec nodded respectfully.

Roselle, this, as Alec has already announced, is Crushnik. He recently moved back to New York… but he’s already mentioned that.” The elder Nosferatu paused in thought for a moment. “Might I steal Alec away for a moment or two. Crushnik will keep you company until we return.”

She looked a bit uncomfortable. “I mean… if it’s ok with Alec…”

“Don’t worry. I won’t harm your friend.” He smiled a creepy grin.

“Of course sir.”

“Good.” He wrapped his arm around Alec’s shoulders and led him away. The ventrue could feel his skin crawl at the nosferatu’s revolting touch. They found a table some distance away from the mass of the partygoers.

“Do you know who I am, Alec?”

“I’ve heard your name sir but I’m not familiar with any of your business dealings.”

“Well I’m the Nosferatu who invented SchreckNET, internet for kindred.”

“That I have heard of sir. It’s an honor.” He smiled.

“Well I’m sure Maksim explained to you what happened… at least from the venture point of view.”

“He mentioned how it was misused and how because of its careless application by greedy and vengeful kindred it was turned against us. It’s the reason why many of our elders shun technology now.”

Uncle Smelly nodded, choosing not to add his own interpretation to Alec’s revelation.

“But I don’t see technology as good or bad, It’s all in how it’s utilized.”

“I would agree. Now…” He looked around almost like it was for effect. “Whispers in the night air would suggest you know how to keep your word… and understand discretion.”

He looked over to where Roselle was sitting as if on cue before answering. “I understand the value of integrity and the importance that we keep our confidences.”

“What if I told you I had a lucrative, potentially incredibly lucrative business opportunity that I was willing to share with the right investor. Someone who not only had the financial means to fund my vision but also the right connections in the import and export business, someone that knew how to navigate the complications of both sea and air terminals. Is it true you are friends, as Roselle puts it, with Carmila Giovanni from the Clan of Death?”

“The Bella Donna and I share some business interests. I’d like to believe we have an amicable relationship.”

“Good.” He slid a usb drive in Alec’s direction. “Have a look at this. I’ll be in touch.”

Alex slid it into his pocket. “Thank you sir. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.”

Uncle Smelly reached out with a boil crusted hand and Alec shook it. 

“That’s enough business for one day. It’s a party after all. You should go rejoin that lovely lady over there. I’m sure she’s better company than me.“

Alec gazed over to where she was sitting. Crushnik was talking but Roselle was obviously not listening. She’d nod her head every now and again but her eyes were fixated on where Alec sat. He nodded in appreciation to Uncle Smelly then stood to make his way back over. As he did her eyes drifted back toward her conversation with Crushnik.

“It was one hell of a blast.” He finished his story, waving his arms emphatically. “Oh hey, you’re back. I think I’ve taken up enough of your time Roselle. He offered his chair to Alec. “Sit Massara. We can catch up later.” He winked and left.

“Everything ok?” She asked.

“Yeah. He had some business he wanted to discuss, an investment opportunity.”

She laughed a little.

“What?”

“So Ventrue” She smirked. “Always willing to make a deal.”

“Ouch.” He feigned insult. “Hurtful.”

“Save the ouches for later.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” She smirked again and started moving to the music once more.

Several dances later they found themselves standing near the bar.

“Hey, who’s that?” Alec asked, looking toward a man seated in the center of an entourage. He watched as Nosferatu after Nosferatu stopped by his table offering their respects.

“Oh. That’s Prince Radu Vladislov, from Buffalo. Why do you ask?”

“It’s nothing. It just seems like every now and then he looks at me, like he knows me or who I am.”

You’re the only Ventrue at the Nosferatu Ball. Anyone who didn’t know you does now.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing.”

“It’s nothing. It just is.” She shrugged.

Some more mingling, a few conversations and a last dance later saw the ball draw to a close. They found seats on the subway car back to the utility garage,

“Well Alec. I must say it was quite the evening, dare I say enjoyable?” Roselle smiled. “I hold your boon fulfilled. You’ll need to return to the street level to call for your driver.” 

“Trying to ditch me already? Was this what you meant by save the ouch for later?” He mock pouted. “I thought… A gentleman always sees a lady home.”

“Yeah… There’s that word again. I’m not the lady you presume me to be.”

“No? Please don’t tell me you’re a sir after I’ve already had my tongue in your mouth.”

She slapped him on the shoulder. “And what if I was?”

“Not my particular taste, my dear Miss Lam.”

“And Nosferstu is?” She scoffed.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tasted one.” He said with a head tilt and a smile.

She stared at him for several long moments. Her eyes fixated to his as her brain struggled to figure him out.

“I don’t know Alec… I don’t bring anyone to my haven.”

“It’s ok. Kindred aren’t the most trusting.”

Roselle turned her head, staring down a long dark tunnel.

“It has been a pleasure Roselle.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Do be careful heading home. I’d hate to have to murder the hapless fool that would dare to put hands on you.”

She was still staring blankly down the tunnel as he stepped away.

“Alec. Wait.”

He paused, looking at her.

“Would you mind walking me home?”

He smiled. “It would be my honor.”

She laced her arm through his and headed off into the blackness of the tunnel. The better part of an hour later they arrived at a steel door placarded with a sign that read “No Access.” The fine print read Coty Inc. She entered a key code into a pad and an audible click signaled the door had been unlocked.

“Entre vous si vou plait.” She said, motioning for him to enter. Once inside she reengaged the lock from within.

The room was bereft of light save the hell red glow of her eyes.

“I’m afraid you’re trapped.” Alec could see her smile with his oblivion sight. “With me.”

Alec reached out with his hand and caressed her cheek. 

“Do your worst.”

She kissed his hand before stepping away. Roselle made toward a wall with several dimmer switches. The overhead lights casted a soft glow into the room. If Alec didn’t know any better he’d have thought he was in an upscale penthouse apartment. The luxurious decor rivaled his own. The sitting area was set with a long leather sectional, black Italian leather he assumed, flanked by a dark wood coffee table and two end tables hosting crystal vases of stargazer lilies.. Beyond the sitting area was a dining room boasting a marble topped table and leather seated chairs. She had placed a purple orchid floral arrangement in its center. Behind the sitting room was a step up into a sleeping area. Roselle had already removed her spiked heels and was carrying them toward a massive track of doors off to the left of a king sized bed decorated with down comforters and many decorative throw pillows. 

“The bathroom is over there.” She motioned with her head. “You may want to excise that bourbon before it gets too late.”

“Oh shit. Yeah.” He looked toward the open portal to the right of her bedroom. “I’m sorry. I forgot about that. Hope it doesn’t…”

“I’m Nosferatu. You honestly believe some casual puking is gonna skeeve me out.” A wry grin played across her face. “You’re adorably polite.”

She sauntered over to a makeup table that was arranged with several perfume diffusers, silver hilted makeup brushes and a mirror housed inside a filigree carved frame.

Alec nodded and stepped up to the bedroom then into the bathroom. Marble countertops and a tiled floor accented by pewter hardware for the faucets as well as the other metal accouterments.Alec removed his jacket and tie, hanging the on a hook. He unbuttoned his shirt. Controlled heaving saw a mixture of blood and bourbon project into the toilet.

“There’s a toothbrush in the vanity.” She called in.

Alec ran the sink and cleaned himself up. A few minutes later he emerged to find her sitting on the couch.

“Come, sit.”

He found a spot near her and she slid her feet onto his lap.

“Ready for some of that ouch you promised?”

Roselle leaned behind her and produced a mirror with 2 razors on it. She ran her foot up his chest and to his chin. “

“Here.” She said as he pressed his lips to her toes. “You first.”

Alec ran the razor across the arch of her foot. As the vitae trickled out he ran his tongue across the cut. She tasted sweet yet tart like a wine pressed from blackberries 

She groaned a bit. 

“My turn.” She lowered her foot and slid onto his lap. Her hands removed the shoulder rig holding his gun as she nipped at his throat. She dropped it on the floor then grabbed the other razor. Sliding his sleeve up to his forearm, she exposed his wrist then ran the razor across it. Alec winced at the sharp cut and he could swear he could hear her chuckle as she lapped at the vitae oozing from the wound.

“Yum.” She licked her lips. Roselle turned her head toward the bedroom. “What’s say we move this party over there?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. Standing up, she reached for his hand then drew him to his feet. She unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off. She reached around him pulling his second holster from behind his back and dropped it next to the first. She led him up the step then guided his hands to remove her pants before grabbing his belt and removing his. She forced him down on the bed with a growl and nipped at his mouth.

“Bite me.” She snarled, forcing his head into her throat. Alec sank his fangs into her soft skin and drank. She moaned in ecstasy. Roselle kissed his blood stained mouth hard the bit into him, drawing his vitae into her. All the while Alec had the weird feeling he was being watched. She sat on him, pulled the leather corset from her body and laid into him, flesh to flesh until dawn claimed them both for a deathlike sleep.

The next evening Alec woke. Talon slashes ran across his chest, a memento of the previous night’s escapades. There was something else too. Warm and furry, breathing at the base of throat nestled under his chin. His eyes drifted down to find a rat sleeping against him. Reflexively he yanked his head back but he could only get so far away with Roselle arm holding him in place. She grinned a mischievous smile. 

“Aw. Isn’t that cute. I think Luci likes you.” 

“Luci? The rat has a name? Is she…”

“He.” She leaned  over and kissed his cheek before releasing him. “His name is Luci. Short for Lucifer.”

The rat hopped closer, closing the space Alec had created.

“Yeah he definitely likes you.” She stood up, not bothering with any form of modesty. “That’s a good thing. Luci is a great judge of character. If he likes you then I must have been right about you Massara. You’re one of the good ones.”

“Thanks.” He looked slightly off put but kept his composure.

“And don’t worry, I won’t spill to your sire that you spent the night with a Nosferatu.”

“Not really so worried about that.” He lied.

“Sure. Still, you may want to mend those cuts. As much as I enjoyed making them, I don’t think Anastasiya would approve.”

“Probably not..” He replied truthfully.

Roselle started to dress. Alec stood to find his clothes neatly laid across the arm of the couch.

“How?”

“My rats. They take good care of me.”

“Wow.” He had a look of disbelief on his face.

“Some of us get prettier after our embrace and some of us… Well, we get rats.”

“How’d you get both?” He smiled.

“You’re cute Massara.” She shook her head.

Alec checked his phone. <No Service>

“Don’t bother. There’s no signal down here. Get dressed and I’ll lead you to where you can call for that ride.”

“Trying to get rid of me already? Should I be taking the walk of shame?”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about…aside from sleeping with a Nosferatu.”

“Sorry. Not embarrassed about that.”

She grinned.

“Like I said. I hold your boon fulfilled Alec. You went above and beyond anything I expected.”

“About that.” He pulled the marker from his jacket pocket and laid it on the dresser. “I can’t take this back. Escorting a beautiful woman to a party and being invited back to her place is hardly repayment of a boon. Hold onto it until you actually need something that is a fair recompense.” 

She looked at him bewildered. “You sure you’re not a Malkavian? No one gives back boons once they’ve been paid.”

“Let’s call it the gesture of a friend.” He stepped into her and kissed her.

“With benefits?” She smiled.

“What better friends could there be?”

“You’re definitely one of the good ones Alec. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“This way.”

Roselle led him back into the subway tunnels to an elevator and out the back of a warehouse that smelled of fragrance.

“You’re on 5th and 34th.” She said as his phone came to life with a cascade of messages and missed calls. “Aren’t you the popular monster? Best you call for that ride. Seems you’ve been missed.”

“Hey. Catch up soon”

“Sure. You know where to find me.”

He leaned in and kissed her once more. She broke away and was gone, nowhere to be seen. Alec had barely started dialing the number when Ysa’s BMW Boxster glided up to the curb. 

“Get in.” She demanded.

His seat belt hadn’t even been fastened yet when she jerked the car back into traffic. 

“Estupido.” She glared at him. “Ellie’s been worried sick. We couldn’t find you. Where the hell you been?”

“Nosferatu do most of their activities underground. No signal mija.”

“Yeah well… At least that’s over. Let’s get you back to the haven and cleaned up before tu novia loca gets a whiff of that perfume on you.”

“Yeah, good idea. And Ysa… Thanks.”

She slanted her eyes at him but there was a hint of a smile trying to break onto her face.

“De nada mijo.”