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Khalida focused her mind on fighting the strange force that slithered into her mind and through her body. She felt her limbs begin to flex as though on their own accord, but she realised that the presence was simply taking control of her. Although the muscles were dead, it was able to move them ease. Her mouth clamped shut as her spine arched backwards.

Thompson was slowly rising to his feet. Khalida could see his eyes were closed now, and his arms were rising in front of him. In response, her arms started to rise.

She resisted with all of her will.

Contested roll (3 turns) - Khalida (Resolve + Composure) (Willpower point +2 Resolve): 5 successes
Contested roll (3 turns) - presence (??): 2 successes


Khalida's strength of will, combined with her sense of identity and control pushes the presence from her body. It washes away from her like a wave of mental energy sliding from her mind. Regaining control of her limbs, she surges out of bed and faces Thompson.

She then notices a blade of cold metal, gleaming dangerously in the lamplight. "This is unexpected," he says coolly. "But not without some fascination for me. I will master you."
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"'Master' me? Whatever for?" Khalida asked, staying in her crouch and glancing quickly to see if Leiman remained unconscious before focusing on the gleam of metal in front of her. "You would catch more flies with honey, or in my case money, than force," she continued.

Never taking her eyes off the knife, she pressed on. "How did you do that to me? I've never felt anything like it before, and may even enjoy being 'mastered' by you, for a price and an agreed upon duration," she purred towards him. "but I would first need to know why..."
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(Manipulation + Persuasion): 1 success.

Thompson inclined his head slightly and watched her impassively. "An interesting proposition, Miss K. You are quite an interesting person, but I am not sure I can trust you."

Out of the corner of her eye, she witnessed Leiman rise. His naked body was covered in sweat, and his eyes were rolled back their sockets. It appeared that he was in an altered state of mind. Thompson held the knife tightly and stepped to one side.
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Her eyes darting towards Leiman, and then back again to the knife Thompson clutches, Khalida slowly rises from her crouch and makes a tentative move towards her belongings on the bureau. “If Leiman is in any state to communicate with you, ask him regarding my discretion. Many things are shared in the afterglow of “pillow talk.” He has trusted me with several confidences when he was weighing options and he has occasionally turned to me for my opinion on some of them.

“Nor is he my only client to do so.”

Her hands drifting towards her undergarments, she begins to get dressed, raising a brow towards Thompson. “Regardless of what you intend to do next, clearly it does not require me in my “professional” attire? The air conditioning is stirring a slight draft, and I feel even more at a disadvantage in this state of…disarray.”

Continue to use Manipulation + Persuasion to sway Thompson into revealing to Khalida his purpose for wanting to “master” her.
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(Manipulation + Persuasion): 1 success.

Thompson watched Khalida dress. He crossed his arms and softly scratched the side of his face with the blade. "I do not know where this is headed, Miss Khalida. However, I know what I want." He nodded in the direction of Leiman, who stood naked and panting facing her. "My friend wanted pleasure, as he is bound. I wanted the hierarchy of power. And, in some sense I had that tonight. Yet, the hierarchy would be sweeter if things were changed.

"Submit your will to me, Miss Khalida." He took a step forward. "Or face the consequences."
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Once fully dressed, Khalida attempts to keep barricades between herself and the others: the bed, the end of the bureau, any chairs or lamps which may be handy, while trying to make her way to the door out of the master suite. Keeping her eyes on the knife, she responds, "Consequences? Heirarchy of power? I am a business woman first and foremost, Mr. Thompson. My business is providing what my clients desire through my person, whether privately or publicly brandished on their arm. It sounds as if I can fulfill a need for you as well.

"But I don't work for free. Work with me here. Why do you wish control of my body? For how long do you wish access to it? I will do nothing illegal outside of my usual...endeavors. And what will you offer me in exchange?"

Continue to use Manipulation + Persuasion to sway Thompson into revealing to Khalida his purpose for wanting to “master” her.
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(Manipulation + Persuasion -1 [unskilled]): 2 successes. A total of 4 successes was achieved. 5 were needed in 3 turns. Khalida has not been able to find out what Thompson wants.

Thompson walks forward calmy, his eyes half-lidded. For a brief second Khalida feels the presence ghost across her, like an invisible silk made of mist. It recoiled as soon as it touched her chest. At that moment, he walked more faster and raised the dagger.

"I am what you might call a 'Mage'. And you . . . you are what some call a Kindred. You are already dead, so no one will miss you when I reduce you to ash, Miss K."
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"...يا الخراء"

Khalida listened to Thompson's words with dread. She barely knew what being a "Kindred" meant herself. She had only been embraced the night before, and she and Tatiana had not spent much time in discussion after. No one even knew she was dead, much less now counted among the Kindred, other than Tatiana. Least of all her father. She would be missed if she disappeared, and she would save him from that pain, if she could.

Dropping to a crouch quickly, Khalida bared her fangs and drew out her own boot-sheathed dagger. Weaving it delicately in front of her, she addressed Thompson, "You are a Mage? And I, Kindred? I take it Kindred and Mages do not get along, by your reaction to me. I would love to learn more about this conflict, but now is not the time..."

As the words "now is not the time" were being spoken, Khalida sprang from her crouch and launched herself at Thompson, flowing innately away from his dagger to force herself upon him from the rear and baring her own fangs for the first time to lay upon his throat. Expecting Leiman to come at her, she held him at bay with her knife.

Suddenly a force unknown to her before floods through her, and she turns it upon Thompson. Purring softly into his ear as her fangs caress his neck, she whispers, "You wouldn't want to hurt little old me, would you? No, instead you long for my embrace to be even more intimate, and feel only the most intense devotion and desire for me."

1 Vitae applied to Dexterity to dodge Thompson's knife and slip behind him. Turn Entrancement upon Thompson.
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Initiative rolls:
Khalida: 13
Thompson: 14

Thompson's attack (Strength + Weaponry +1 [knife]) roll: 4 successes - 6 defense (x2 for dodging).


Thompson slashes at Khalida swiftly, the knife a gleaming silver blur in the air. She moves sinuously, the rich and dark blood seething in her veins and arteries granting her a supernatural agility. Only the greatest dancers or martial arts athletes would have been able to match the way she danced around the magus. He lunged forward, but placed too much force into his attack and so allowed her to step around and behind him.

Majesty - Entrancement (Manipulation + Empathy + Majesty ***) roll: 4 successes.

Khalida floods Thompson's mind with emotion, with passion and then connects that passion with the image, with the idea, of her. His fast breathing slows, and he relaxes almost immediately. The knife is lowered, and he looks at it with an expression of regret.

"Khalida . . . if I may call you that," he says softly. "I have acted wrongly. Accept my apologies, and please let me know if there is anything I can do for you."
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Her fangs sliding along Thompson's neck ever more seductively, she continues to purr into his ear, "Yes, my sweet, you may call me Khalida, although how you know that name for me instead of the one Leiman knows me as, Kali, would make me ever so happy to hear you explain. But first, will you please bare your neck to me, darling, in the hopes of satisfying my need, as that is what I desire? And could you have your bound slave, Leiman, also offer himself to me to feed?"

Her fangs then piercing Thompson's skin as she felt the ghostly presence head towards Leiman to fulfill her wishes, Khalida drinks some of the life force from her first ever victim, then licks his wound closed and turns upon Leiman.

After taking her fill of them both, and also licking Leiman's wound closed, she returns to the dreamily sated Thompson and asks him, "Now sweetheart, why would you even want to control my body, when it is obvious you get more pleasure with me in total command of it? Why do you hate Kindred so? How did you know I am one, or know my given name and did you know any of this before I arrived? You must have convinced Leiman to allow you to "master" him before tonight...was your attack upon me planned?"
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Feeding (Presence + Subterfuge -1 [unskilled] +4 [Entrancement successes]) roll: 1 success. Khalida is able to drink all of Thompson's blood without Leiman noticing. Thompson has 7 points of blood.

Warm, dark red blood floods into Khalida's mouth. Unlike anything she has tasted before, it is rich in strange spices and tingles in her mouth.

She takes 3 points of vitae.

Feeding (Presence + Strength +2) roll: 1 success. Khalida is able to drink all of Leiman's blood without him escaping. Leiman has 7 points of blood.

Khalida drinks herself full on Leiman's hormone-rich blood.

She takes 2 points of vitae.

Satiated, she turns to face Thompson, who has collapsed on to the chair looking pale with a supplicating expression. He replied to her questions with a soft, tired voice. "My power read your thoughts, and although they are . . . alien to mine, I found the recurrent name Khalida Mufarrij. It has the same resonance as Leiman's name in his thoughts. As for knowing you're a vampire, well my power touched your dead heart and lungs. You're dead everywhere. But your blood, my lovely . . . your blood is like the nectar of a crimson star."

He paused and slumped further into the chair. "I wanted to master Leiman while he was mastering someone. That makes me the master of all. The hierarchy of power. I am . . . sorry."

Suddenly, a strange heat spread through Khalida's body, as though the blood in her was indeed the nectar of a crimson star. Her vision was filled with gold and white points of light that grew in number. She was blinded by them, and then her mind was overwhelmed a strange state.

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Her vision clearing, Khalida stumbles slightly against the chair, now empty of Thompson's presence. Looking quickly about, she sees Leiman is gone from the room as well.

Gathering the rest of her belongings from the night table, she drops the scrap piece of paper that was in her hand when she regained her senses safely in to her purse, then steps out into the living room, searching around her as she went. "Jeremy?" she calls out, making sure she was alone in the penthouse before departing unannounced. "Thompson?" she calls out again, as she wraps her cloak around herself and digs her lift key out of her purse...
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Thompson and Leiman are gone. The door to the penthouse is slightly ajar. Khalida notices that her watch reads 10:10 pm. There is still time to get to the Opera House.

As she walks out into the night, she notices the streetlamps flickering. The soft glow turns a deep gold, and the stars vanish. A wind picks up smelling of cinnamon and blood, gelid and ominous. It carries with it a soft voice.

"22."

This ends Khalida's First Chapter.

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Receiving no answer from the empty apartment, Khalida inserts her key to call the lift to the foyer of the penthouse. Curious if she will ever have need for it again, she places it securely in to her clutch as she rides back down to the parking level. The scrap of paper she placed in there earlier catches her eye...

The doors of the lift open, and Robert looks up from his desk with a smile. Then a look of concern crosses his face. "Madam, are you alright? You seem a bit shaken and, is that blood?" he asks, pointing at her chin.

Making her way to the security desk, Khalida digs a kerchief out of her clutch and dabs at her mouth. It comes away dotted with blood. "I am fine Robert, although a bit tired. This is nothing," she adds, as she replaces the kerchief in her clutch, "I bit my lip earlier, and I guess it is still seeping.

"Tell me, did you see Mr. Leiman and a guest of his leave earlier, a Mr. Thompson? Do you have any information on how I can contact Mr. Thompson? He left something behind I feel should be returned to him, and I know all guest vehicles have their license plates videoed when they stop at the gate." Scribbling her email address on to a note, she hands it to Robert and smiles seductively at him, causing the security guard to catch his breath. "If you could do a little research for me, and email me what information you may find out regarding contacting Mr. Thompson, I would be ever so grateful," she adds as she passes the note to Robert, this time with Benjamin Franklin's portrait gazing up at him along with the note.

Robert moves to escort her again to her car, but she waves him off. "Thank you, Robert. But I would prefer you start trying to gather that information for me in between your duties, than to take the time to walk with me now. Good night."

As she steps out into the covered parking, a thought occurs to her and she turns back to the doorman. "You wouldn't happen to know where the Duncan Street postal center is, would you? Ah, I can't wait while you look it up; but please send that to my email address as well, would you?"

Again heading to her car, the soft breeze entices her to the edge of the garage level, and she gazes out over the neighborhood. The golden tide again over takes her, and faintly upon the wind she hears a soft voice whisper, "22." Her vision again clears, and she makes her way to her car, getting in and driving back to her apartment. Perhaps Robert would have already sent her some information by the time she logs in to her email.
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Checking again to make sure he had not been followed, James pushed the bike around the back of the club. He put it behind the familiar black van where it wouldn't be immediately apparent to casual observation.

He looked around again. He was certain he hadn't been followed, but then again it wasn't mere humans following him. He couldn't be sure.

He walked up to the front door of Desecration. The new club had only been built a year ago. An old church that had been in disrepair until it had been remade into a night club. Being just up the road from old town, it was popular with bikers, metal heads and other walkers of the night amongst mortal kind. It was late in the morning and the place was locked up for the night. James banged on the door.

"Man, I know your in there. Let me in! Come on you sour old bastard let me in!!"

The door swung open and a tall man, unshaven with a chopper style moustache wearing leathers stood there, baseball bat poised ready to swing. James smiled and swung his arms around the man.

"Kaine you old fucker! How are you? Long time no see pal!" but James was pushed away roughly.

"What the fuck are you doing here Jimmy! You scared the shit outta me." Kaine looked his old friend up and down. "You look like shit. Look man, I cant lend you any more money. Kick your habit and pay me back before hitting me up for more cash alright. "

James put on a face of surprise. "Dude, I'm clean as a whistle. Haven't touched any of that shit in weeks. Can i come in, we gotta talk."

There was a moment of silence as Kaine considered his old friend. Finally he beckoned James in before bolting the metal door closed behind him.

Walking into the dimly lit club, James made his way to Kaines office where his old manager had been counting the evenings take. He took a seat and put his booted feet up onto Kaines desk. He hadn't seen his old friend since his embrace and hoped that he wasn't obviously changed.

"Oh yeah man, make your self at home" Kaine said sarcastically. "Want a cold one? No? On the wagon for real huh? Shit who would've thought." Kaine bit the lid off a bottle of beer and downed a mouthful. "So what can I do you for? You got another band going or something?"

James looked at his boots for a second, unsure how to put it all to an old friend.

"Fuck bro, We've known each other for years now so I'll cut the bullshit. I'm up shit creek with some people. Local gang in my area. Wanted me to bend over and pay protection money or some shit. Told them fuckers to shove it and now they want me out of town by tomorrow. I was kinda hoping I can lay low here for a bit."

"Fuck Jimmy! Why you always gotta be getting in shit! When you gonna stop running to me to cover your arse all the time?" Kaine paced over to the window and looked out over the glowing city. He took a deep breath "How many of these fuckers are there? Should I get the guys on to them? We could go around there tomorrow an.."

James cut him off "I dunno man, I just need to cool my heels a few days. Dont worry about it though, these guys are night owls, don't really operate during the day, so I figured I'd stay here during day light hours and make myself scarce at night. That way you guys aren't in the shit. You got a dark secure room around this place?"

Kaine thought about it for a second. "yeah man, the old bell tower. I had the windows plated over with metal doors so I can keep my safe up there. You know those glowing colourful windows up there? All neon's! And noones none the wiser ha!" Kaine sat down at his desk again.

"yeah man, you can crash here. I'll have Andy send some of his boys that normally do security here to keep an eye on the place during the day. But come nightfall You bugger off. If anyone comes sniffing for ya, we will see them off well good."

"Bro, your my last true friend you know that?" James smiled. He pondered for a moment. "Also, around midday, when the suns highest in the sky, could you and some guys head over to my pad? Pick up a few things, anything of value. Take my PC and my live rig and some gats over to your lock up? Take one of the guitars for your troubles. Remember that ugly blue thing Jackson gave me for the magazine cover shoot? Yeah yours. Should be worth a bit if you pawn it off. By the way there's a great pawn store in old town. Say Jimmy sent ya and he should sort ya out." James threw his house keys at his old friend.

Kaine pocketed the keys. "Right so clear out your pad, try and avoid being followed. Anything else you need?" James nodded.

"Any chance of a piece? A nice sawn off could come in handy. Also, you get alot of night owl types around here. No anyone a bit odd? Only ever seen at night, keeps to them self?" Kaine laughed.

"You just described half my clientele. Look I'll do my best to get you some protection but no promises. I don't exactly wanna be seen arming up if these guys know I'm harbouring you." Kaine stood up then paused "Actually, now that I think about it there is this one old guy I know who kinda fits your description. One of Andy's boys, does security for me from time to time. Real good at making the trouble causers disappear and never come back. Typical biker style right, but never seen him drinking with the boys, and he's always talking about how the choppers they rode back in dubbya dubbya two were better than the pieces of shit we have now. Funny thing is he don't look any older than thirty five. I'll have a chat to Andy, see if I can get him to come in for a chat. Anyway, I got shit to do and you look like you could use some sleep. Ladder up to the bell tower is behind the stage. Sleep on the trap door that way noone can get in without you knowing."

James thanked his old friend and headed up to the bell tower. He closed the trapdoor behind himself and sat upon it. It had been one hell of a night. Here's hoping it wasn't his last.
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A week passes whilst James hides in the Desecration club. He manages to keep his head low, although this proved to be challenging on occasion as he ventured out onto the bar or the 'pit' to feed off drunks and revellers. One night, he felt his beast flare, sensing another Kindred in the club. Although he wasn't able to determine who in the crowd was a vampire. Almost half of them were pale, and not a few walked with confidence and power.

Then on the eighth night.

"James Randel!" Exclaimed someone at the bar. "Well fuck me, if it's not my favourite member of Deathspiels!"

James starts the next chapter with 9 vitae.
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James froze. He had done well all week keeping his head down and staying out of Kaines way. Turning slowly he peered to see who had called his name.
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James sees a tall, skinny man wearing jeans and a studded metal belt, a red t-shirt, and a lengthy leather jacket. His hair is swept back, and he has a wide smile on his face.

The manager of other bands, the Torn Dreams, Chained Gangs, Slut69 and High Brazzle. Also, one of the biggest coke heads in Lordenshaw city.

He rises from his seat at the bar and waves to James. "Man, get over here. Let me buy you a drink!"
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Suppressing a sigh, James walks over and joins the coke fiend at the bar.

"Hey man. Hows things? Dont worry about the drink man, I'm on the wagon. Just in here paying Kaine a visit as I pass through the state..."
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"Randel, buddy, I have a deal for you." He says with greed in his eyes. "It's about time Deathspiel got back together. You know, do some tours in this city. Maybe record an album. You look like shit; money is what you need."

He finishes off a glass of spirits and wipes his mouth with a palm, sniffing as he does so. "You see, you can't afford to miss this," he continued. "Your name's been thrown around like nothing before. Everyone in the metal scene, and I mean everyone, are asking about you. Where you are. Fuck, even Garry your ex-drummer; thought he'd hate you after what happened to Deathspiel.

"This woman comes up to me a few nights ago. Exotic type. Says she's been told that I know where you might be found. She wants to invest in the band, so I told her I'd offer to act as your producer . . . if you don't mind. She's offering a lot of money . . . Jimmy. I said you might be here."

He pulled out a small bag of white powder. "Share a line?"
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