James Randel wrote:"Ah yes you have heard of me." James said smugly.
"Everyone's looking for me yet no ones found me for a week. Even had that snake tongued bitch chase me. She ain't shit. Ha, how many people can say that bitch chased them and they lived to tell the tale? Not bad for a another "Neonate". Oh shit, look at me, talking myself up and yet I have no idea who you are. Please, excuse my ignorance." James spoke flippantly, showing obvious arrogance.
"Really, forgive my ignorance. Its so hard being a "Neonate" and all. I'm so out of touch with all these games you big fellas play. I mean, shit, its obvious you all hate that prince bitch as much as me, yet why is it that only a mere "Neonate" has the balls to fucking stand by it? Even that black guy, he's your boss isn't he? could respect that. I'd like to thank him one day." James ranted, spitting each time he said the word Neonate. He visibly sighed.
"Ah fuck I dunno. I have no issues with you guys, no need to talk to me like dirt."
"Well, it shows," said one of the vampires surrounding Rupert. "I guess you're sick of being talked down to, but that's what the way it is with us. You simply are a young one in a city of Kindred older than a hundred years. Well, most of them. But it shows - you have no idea of our society, of our traditions and mores. My guess is that that chip on your shoulder is the real cause of your problems with us."
Rupert studied the unconscious female as his companion spoke. "Perhaps, but you cannot escape your status. You're a renegade now, and in our society that's the end of the road, so to speak. You cannot feed or sleep here, and anyone who delivers amaranth to you will be a hero. Well, to some.
"Anyway, at the end of the day, I outrank you. I talk how I like."
A stripper walked past the group. When she saw the girl at their feet she cried out and pointed. "Someone call an ambulance!"