Kent By Night

~What Happens in Hernebay Stays in Hernebay~

Part 1

Bob & Co 

Bob looked around the rooms on the upper floor of the building, it was suitable, her rush made minions had done as she asked.

Plush, PVC and leather cushions scattered around on the floor, a couple of arches set up with a swing on one and various restraints on the other, crops, whips, paddles and floggers half hidden under cushions.

"Enrique darling, be a dear, make sure the champagne is chilling. Lots of ice cubes ready for the buckets. Oh, and that lovely fist toy pop that over there with the horsehair plug.."

He/She/It was already starting to salivate at the thought of what joy they'd have tomorrow night, a hand straying down to the worm thing kneeling in front of it.

"Oh my sweetie, let them Camarilla whores play their games of etiquette. How stuffy and boring they are. Wouldn't know fun if it chloroformed them, gagged them and started fucking their arses during the daytime whilst they slept.. mmm that’s right sweetie.. just keep doing that..."

The worm thing shuddered, maybe once, when it had eyes it would have cried at times like this.

A voice from behind brought Bob out of its blissful moment.

"You know, I’ve never understood your carnality.. Are you sure you're not really a Toreador?" The woman behind the husky voice watched as the worm thing gagged on a blood shot ejaculation.

"Oh dammit Serena, you know how hard it is to train them to swallow.. look at the poor thing, wasting it all down its chin.."

"ENOUGH!" The woman grabbed Bob by the throat slamming it against the wall, the worm thing toppling over with out a body to support it.

"DO YOU REALISE HOW MUCH OF A FUCKING EMBARRASSMENT YOU ARE! DO YOU? CONTAIN YOURSELF, STOP FUCKING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT!" Letting go of Bobs throat she turned away, a small smile on her face.

"Templar you forget yourself.."

"I forget Nothing. Nothing. Now, oh great and mighty Bishop of Kent, what of our other plans?"

"Our plans?"

"Your plans then" Serena sighed, it really was hard working along side such things as Bob. Why couldn't they have had a decent Lasombra Bishop, she was fine working with her own clan, they Understood how things were done at least Not like this cheap carnival of horrors Tzimisce.

"Well, I’ve made sure that I’ve been seen out and about, hopefully the patsies of the Elders will come along, probably a few Brujah, a Gangrel, that man with the pretty black hair seemed to be leading them last time. I doubt any of their softer sorts will bother, and by the way, that comment about me being a Toreador? That really hurt.."

"My apologies Bishop, please, continue.." Urgh, having to apologise to this cretin that was possibly a new low point Serena thought to herself.

"Well, when they turn up all they'll see is a glorious party up here. And whilst they're watching all this you'll sweep in and destroy that precious Elysium of theirs. Seriously, who sets an Elysium up in the middle of a bloody busy University?"

"We're led to believe it was the former Prince, and they've simply kept the same building as it was relatively secure. I've been testing it recently, the wards they set are weakening, either the Tremere have forgotten or it's due to be renewed some time soon. Jiri will help us break through what ever remains, she knows what ritual it was that created the wards, it shouldn't be to difficult for her to make them shatter in a small area for us to get through unharmed."

"Oh Jiri, such a lovely girl, I do wish she'd visit me more often Serena, tell her to come visit me some time, I’d love to hear how things are back home and she always has all the best news.."

"I shall endeavour to tell her so Bishop. I think that she's been busy recently though, you know how it is when you have rituals to learn and Tremere to mess about with"

"Yes yes..." Bob straightened its wig. "Well, once you've toasted that little place of theirs drop me a line, then I might come and indulge a little once they've all shooed off. Can't waste a good gangbang after all!"

Serena made a small bow and left the Bishop to prop its worm thing up again, she had her own plans to deal with, and she might even manage to get rid of an embarrassment of a Bishop before tomorrow night was done with..

Part 2

Placid Beasts

Serena Looked at her watch. Jiri and the others should be in position by now, the Tremere wards starting to be broken down. As if on queue three men got out of a van, sea air whipping their hair and coats about. The van bounced again. A fourth person then unseen. Nosferatu perhaps. Well that would shake things up a little. Bob wouldn't be expecting that..

"Kelli, Borris let me look in first" a disembodied voice coming from a distinctly dry looking bit of ground.

A few moments passed then Serena could just make out a blur in the air moving over to the building her Bishop had set up the gangbang in. A sissy-maid waiting in the porch unaware of what was walking his way.

A small group of people got out of a car and walked over to the sissy-maid, showing a shiny gold invite letter, the maid opened the door for them and the invisible person slipping inside.

The three men, one in a brown leather jacket, wiry ginger hair poking out from under a cap offered a joint to the others, one in what could only be described as scavenged from a charity shop clothing took it, coughed a little before passing it to the third, a stocky man in a casual suit, talismans glinting round his neck, who declined. Serena moved a little closer, hoping the light rain wouldn't give away her position.

Hmm, a Brujah, possibly a Nosferatu with a Masque on and a Tremere all babbling away, she thought to herself, Tremere means fireballs and that ain’t healthy, Nosferatu are bastards to kill they never stay down, and the Brujah well, make him angry enough and he'll attack his mates just as much as anyone else...

Borris, Kelli and Luther stood huddled round the side door of the van passing a joint back and forth, Borris laughing when Kelli kept coughing from it.

"Don't worry it's not like you're gonna get cancer or anything is it?"

"Guess I'm not used to using my lungs like that again is all" growled Kelli back at the laughing Brujah

"I'll pass if you don't mind, I need to keep my head clear for my things." Luther replied each time the joint was offered to him. The heady scent reminding him of herbs drying in the Chantry.

Behind the sissy-maid the door opened slowly again, seemingly of its own accord, only the noises from inside alerting them to close it properly.

Serena watched again for the blur in the air, barely able to make it out, if they were moving slower she might not have been able to see it at all. Convinced she knew what she was going be using against her Bishop later that night she slowly slunk away.

Ahriman looked past the van, a woman clearly visible to him walking away from the group. Kindred judging by the taint of her aura, and shadows clinging to her heels like kittens waiting to be fed.

Amusement and satisfaction in her aura, cunning and devious thoughts going through her head.

"~Well, I reckon I should place a call to Jiri see how she's going, then let Bob know all is going according to his plan. Oh poor Bob, I wont miss you when this lot kill you. I hope your tainted blood sticks in their throats..~" and other thoughts besides of her planned treachery were all laid clear for Ahriman to see.

Well, this is a turn out for the books he mumbled as he appeared close to the van.

"You'll be moderately displeased to know that The Bishop isn't there at the moment. I er, overheard some of them saying that the Host would be along later. For the moment they're all having a few drinks and loosening up." he said to the others as he drew close, keeping to himself what he gleaned from the woman.

"So, what do we do now then?" Borris asked.

"Go enjoy yourselves inside for a bit? Plenty of 'totty' as you'd put it in there.." offered Ahriman.

Borris considered it for a moment.

"Nah better not. Don't want to get a bit carried away and start enjoying it a bit to much in case Bob and others turn up.." chuckled the Brujah in response.

The toreador continued on.

"We may as well enjoy ourselves a little, the others are inside already"

"They are?" asked Luther "When did they arrive, I’ve not seen them go in.."

"No idea at all, before we got here clearly..."

Part 3

Vulgar Beauty

Christina looked at the boots her childe had bought her.

Well, it'd be fair to say that her childe had good taste when it came to these things.

Matt black, two inch thick soles, more buckles than were practical. That lovely new boot smell of polished leather and sparkly chrome buckles.

Yes they were very nice.

"Oh Alice you silly little girl. You think you can win your way back in to my heart with these after embarrassing me like that in front of the Court last month. No, lovely as these boots are I think I’ll happen to accidentally leave them here when we leave.."

She took one last look in the mirror, a simple but effective outfit, it wouldn’t be to much of a hindrance if there was any form of trouble. Pleated short black skirt, Skull stitched stockings, the cutest little corset she picked up online recently, the only thing she had trouble choosing was the shoes. She'd packed a dozen pairs, because well you just never know when a party will happen and you need the right shoes for it..

A knock on her door interrupted her considerations?

"Hello darling, I heard voices.. you don't have another man in here with you do you? Scandalous!" Falsetto stood at her door, looking as dapper as ever in a slightly outdated suit that seemed tailor made for him.

"What no, just the radio, I had to turn it of, dreadful music on there, some American girl wailing on about it being Friday. come in sweetie, I’m just trying to decide what shoes to wear" Opening the door wide enough to let him in, giving a him a quick hug only to see her childe Alice just behind him.

Feigning smiles they hugged as well, before Alice went in to her sires room.

Drat, Christine thought knowing how sharp her childes hearing could be, now she's going to be bratty all night.

"Ooh what about these ones?" Falsetto offered up holding a pair of moderately heeled Mary jeans

"Urgh I thought I left those at home, Martyn must have put them in as a joke." Christine replied tartly.

"Well, you could always wear the ones I bought you.." murmured Alice.

"Oh please. Do they look like they'd go with this outfit?"

"Ye.."

"Listen to mummy. Alice darling, I’m sure she knows what would work best for her" said Falsetto already able to see the air thicken in the room. And lovely though it was, now was neither the time nor place for such things.

"Alice, pass me the strappy ones, no not those the others.. I'm not going to the effort of having a pedicure the other day to only waste it by not showing of my wonderfully painted toes now am I."

The car dropped them off outside the large house, the car park already over half filled with cars, one of them rocking with a couple rutting in the back seat already oblivious to the world.

Falsetto knocked on the window.

"I say, your techniques a little off.."

The couple hardly noticing, the woman only grinning in pleasure at the audience, a smear of powder around one nostril.

"Well, that explains how sloppy he was" Alice quipped grabbing the Malkavians arm and pulling him away from the car, Christina taking the other arm and walking over to the sissy-maid on the door.

"I'm sorry, this is a private party, do you have invites?" the sissy-maid said in a deep Suffolk accent.

"Sweetie, don't you know who I am?" Christina purred.

The sissy-maid looked troubled for a moment, clearly something had stirred in his memory.

"I... I.. um..." Making no move to open the door the sissy-maid stumbled over his words.

"Let us IN" she said again, throwing a little will behind her words, battering the already confused mans mind.

All but falling over himself he turned to open the doors, eyes downcast all the while.

"Thank you Sweetie..." offered Alice as they went inside, again the sissy maids mind quivered.

Closing the door behind them he swore to himself.

"Bloody hell, that’s not possible.. Never seen Bob look that good before..."

Turning to look at the rocking car he tried to still his mind, he could just make out the couple had moved round a little bit, she was on top now, and every few moments he could see her rise up, eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

At least he had something interesting to watch.

At the direction of a young looking chap with tanned skin and green eyes and perhaps the most perfect abs he'd ever seen Falsetto guided the two ladies upstairs to see what was occurring.

A sea of flesh spread out before them, many couples already enjoying each other, others casually watching or chatting. Squeals of laughter, grunts of exertion and the stench of sex already permeating the air.

Moving from one room to another then a third where they found a small buffet spread.

"Oh.. pineapple and cheese on a stick, how avant-garde of them.." he quipped holding one up and twirling it around.

Part 4

Mriet'

Dave sat there, sipping the coffee Jason made him, security screens casually flicking from one to the next image, one of the screens flickered then turned to static.

Picking up a radio he set it to band 4.

“Jason mate, got a problem with camera eleven. Can you nip over to Pembroke have a check of it for us? Cheers mate..” Not even bothering to wait for a reply he switched back to band one.

Ten minutes went past before the door to the hut opened.

Looking up expecting to see Jason the last thing Dave saw was a thing made from rubble, dirt and flecked with blood.

Jiri relaxed her mind, her golem shambling off, back to the woods where it fell apart, looking like nothing more than debris from a builders yard.

“Well, that was easy. I'd have thought the Tremere would have been better defended than this” One of her pack mates, a Gangrel by the name of Ezra, said.

“You kidding me? You ever tried getting on to the Island? I had a look at them wards, with god as my witness I swear I have never seen anything like them. I'm not surprised the others died in a flaming car wreck. Have you ever seen what their wards can do?”

“Yeah.. wasn’t so bad, I got a bit of a burned hand when I crossed a ward before..” Ezra said puffing out his chest “Killed the fucker that done it as well. Thought he was safe behind his chalk and salt squiggles. Tasted like an old book, fucking Tremere, no decent blood in them at all. I heard they ain't even real vampire you know? Not like us..”

“Oh, they're vampire alright. But the ward you crossed, imagine six of them staggered together, one on top of the other”

“Sounds like burger to me..” said a third person all but oozing out of a shadow behind the Gangrel “Not had a decent burger since, oh I dunno, Fifty-seven I think. Great little place in California I found whilst taking a year out from medical studies.”

“How'd that work out for you, the medical school?” Jiri asked, knowing the reply.

“Oh you know, went backpacking, met a girl..”

“You get jiggy with it?” Ezra asked, he'd never heard about Carls pre-embrace life.

“Went to a beach party, getting down n dirty then the bitch rips out my throat... Still, watching myself bleed out whilst she sucked me off, man that was a rush!” Carl laughed, punching the Gangrel on the arm.

The Gangrels eyes were wide. “Wait a minute.. How'd you keep it up with the blood going everYAAAAARGH....”

The Gangrel howled in agony as a spear punched through its chest, shredded remains of its heart turning to shrivelled flesh before his eyes before the rest of his body followed suit, showing a thing, maybe five foot tall, skin the colour and texture of slate, red beady eyes above its hook beaked mouth.

“Gargoyle” screamed Jiri, well aware of what the monstrous creations were capable of and wishing she hadn't dismissed her golem.

With a squawk it rushed forward. Stabbing at Carl, who pulled the shadows around himself in time, thickening like sinew before hardening like onyx..

The thing stabbed at the black carapace before looking round for the Tzimisce and stalking off after her towards the woodland.

Pulling a switch-blade from her pocket Jiri slashed her palm, wincing in pain, forcing the wound to remain open, and spinning around anticlockwise chanting out.

“zvýši nárast tvora môjho vzostupu vytvorenie nábehu z mojej krvi aj prikazujem vám zvýši“

Her blood spattering in a spiral, then starting its way seemingly towards her.

Hopping off of the small mound of debris she turned expecting to face the gargoyle only to see Carl shedding his shadowy armour and muttering to himself.

A stiring in the trees above her made her dart to one side as the spear embedded itself in the ground where she had just stood.

“Oh so that’s how it'd gonna be huh? Ok.. Fine... hádzať “ at her command in her mother tongue the barely formed golem reached down in front of it, scooping out a clod of earth and hurled it at the gargoyle, causing it to crash in to the tree and tumble to the ground.

“Carl.. a little help here...” Jiri called over the the Lasombra as she wrenched the spear from the ground.

Snaky tendrils of blackness fastened around the gargoyles ankles, then wrists, finally around its neck.

“You know, I once had pity for things like you... It's not your fault.. the rituals compel you to serve. But you killed a mate, and that’s just not on. Not on at all.”

Raising the spear up above the gargoyle Jiri guessed where its heart would be, placing the tip of the blade there.

“Mriet'”

Pushing the blade deep in to its chest, watching as the rituals holding the thing together came undone, its skin rupturing, spoiled blood spilling out and soaking the ground beneath it.

Carl released the tendrils, each of them creeping back under a tree or bush and watched the thing decay and turn to mush in the space of a few minutes.

“Well, that was different... c'mon Jay, lets go play with matches like naughty kids...”

A wicked grin spread over Jiris face, the golem ambling behind them as they walked back to the rooms the Camarilla court used for its vaunted Elysium.

Part 5

Sea of Flesh

Bob reached for the phone, turning down the “going out” CD

“Look at her face, it's a wonderful face, And it means something special to me, Look at the way that she smiles when she sees me ” all but a whisper in the background.

“Bob, go ahead” Pursing lips whilst speaking to apply a garishly bright gloss.

“It's Serena. Naughty Kids have played with matches. One casualty on our side, three on theirs. Long live the Cause.”

“Yes yes long live the cause Templar...” Bob hung up and reached for a black wig, feeling a little Mysterious tonight and not at all like a Blonde.

Looking at itself in the mirror, tucking himself inside the knickers before slipping on a rather daring black pleated skirt and spending a few moments rearranging the flesh on its chest to the usual C cup breasts it'd grown fond of before taking several safety pins and stabbing the nipples through a few times. Licking the blood from its fingers it sat on the edge of the bed and slipped in to a pair of fishnet stockings then a pair of Mary jeans before reaching for the corset it had seen online.

“Enrique sweetie, do mummy up would you..” Standing and turning its back to a tanned youth, with startling green eyes and a perfect set of abs. “Mmm wonderful... yes.. tighter... just.. a ... little ... more.... Oh Enrique, you're so good to me... could you do me a little favour, something's a little tight and could do with loosening... If only your brothers were here right now...”

Bob stepped out of the taxi, Enrique close behind, and walked over to the house, staring at the sissy-maid on the door.

“Well, Open up sweetie...” It said to the sissy-maid who looked perplexed for a few moments then rushed to open the door.

Once Bob was inside the sissy-maid said out loud.

“Bloody hell, out fit looks pretty much the same as the last one, don't like how they've changed their shoes or lipstick though... And it took them an hour an half to do that. I thought I took a long time to get ready!”

Bob looked around the ground floor, saw Rodriguez, Enriques brother and wondered where Miguel was, the one who completed the set.

Rodriguez took hold of Bobs other arm, and together the three of them ascended to the party above.

Stepping in to the first room they were met with a beautiful sight, flesh quivering and flowing all around as almost everyone was naked or engaged in some sex act.

“Well, it'd be a waste of a good gangbang wouldn’t it not to partake..” It whispered to itself before joining the mass of bodies on the floor, mixing in with the flesh and starting its little corruptions here or there.

Ahriman stood of to one side as Bob walked past him on the stairwell. Clearly Bob thought he was just a party goer having a time out on the stairs, assuming that is he could see though the vision warping power he wrought about himself.

It would be simplicity itself to grab the mockery of kindred and vanish before others could notice. But the two men beside the Tzimisce, they were kindred but it was almost as if they shared an aura between them, something was wrong with the situation, and it was this that prevented him from acting as he saw fit.

“~Kelli, go let the others know Bobs arrived. I really don’t think Miss Barr will be at all impressed with what it's wearing~” Mentally focusing and flinging his words to where Kelli sat, a stupid grin on his face as two women pleasured each other on the sofa next to him.

Nodding he took one last look at the women and walked through to the buffet room, stepping over one man who was kissing another’s feet and mostly resisted the urge to kick him by accident.

“Sorry mate.. didn't see you down there” he chuckled over his shoulder looking around for Christina.

A group of men were arrayed around her and her childe talking about the size of their members, one of them jostling his hand in his pocket as he spoke.

“Room for one more?”

“Kelli sweetie... come to rescue me from these wankymen?”

Grabbing the two women he shouldered past the men, knocking one of them, the pocket jostler, sprawling.

“Bloody wankymen, tell them No and they still think it means its ok to try dumping a load on you..” Alice swore, wiping something from her hand on to the curtains. “urgh. Why didn’t we just Tell them to sod off?”

“I doubt the prince would appreciate any breaches here until the Sabbat make their move. Then it's a free for all. And when I find out which one ruined that skirt of yours I’m going to rip his fucking balls off. Anyone one would think you came dressed as Moniker Lewinksy or something. You know that’s going to stain don't you?”

“Yes well if Kelli was to let go of my arm, which really fucking hurts thank you very much Mr Scourge, then I could go to the little girls room and clean off a bit better couldn't I”

“What? Hurting you?” Looking down at where he'd grasped her arm he saw how tight he was holding them both. Hurting them was distracting him enough to not lose his rag with some of the humans here. “Sorry.. Mr Ahrimans spotted Bob. Apparently you're gonna love what it's wearing.”

The group of men behind them found another woman to focus on, one who was more willing to give and receive a little pleasure than the very attractive but cold women they had been trying to engage moments before.

Part 6

Putting the Bang in to Gang Bang

“Oh My Fucking Christ...” Christina looked on in shock and dismay.

The tableaux before them all was a thing of horror, where before there were bodies writhing on the floor, all separate but joined there now only a sea of flesh, difficult to see where one body began and another ended.

Undulations of skin and bones, arrhythmic pulsing of mixed heartbeats, the meaty slap of flesh on flesh and more fluids than could be produced by a dozen bodies smeared across it all in a mixture of blood, semen and spittle.

In the midst of the travesty was the Bishop, Bob. A half dozen penises penetrating it through natural and newly formed orifices, puckered lips, glittering sphincters and mere gashes in the flesh. Its own malformed and engorged penis sporting fully three distinct heads, each finding holes on the flesh around it for pleasure.

Though what stood out worse for the Toreador was perhaps what the Tzimisce wore, an almost duplicate of her own clothing, mocking her personally it seemed.

For a few moments they stood there unable to react, their minds all but fracturing from the grotesquery before them.

Kelli was the first to react physically, the young caitiff turning back to the stair well, anger welling up in him at the same time as nausea. There he saw the brothers Enrique and Rodriguez, their own bodies malformed, twisted in to one creation, one head bereft of eyes, the other beside it with a crown of a dozen small eyes peering through their oiled hair. Maws studded with teeth like those of shark, bony growths and spurs of bones jutting from their perfect chest and abs.

Behind them lay Falsetto, a gash above one eye and his neck seemingly crushed, pink froth on his lips.

With a roar Kelli sprang forward, channelling his inhuman speed, and placed a dozen bone crushing blows, snapping leg bones and grinding ribs to powder as the thing tried to defend itself only to find that it could not move, Luther grasping a talisman on a chain round his neck focussing his will to an actual force preventing the bizarre monstrosity from acting out its own frustration back on the caitiff.

Ahriman reached under his jacket, pulling out a sawn-off shotgun, levelling at the sea of flesh and with a concussive blast shredding flesh and bone close to the bishop, pumping the chamber firing again, peppering the monstrosity with white hot shot.

In the background a woman screamed in the other room, and Alice snapped her head in that direction, forcing people to stop resisting, forcing them to stare at her in adoration as she manipulated their emotions in to placidity.

Borris, with a laugh, surged forward starting across the fleshy floor towards the still screwing creature at the centre of it all, still seemingly lost in pleasure, placing several blows abut its head and face before landing a kick in to its swollen testicles, each moving seemingly of its own volition.

With a yell, suddenly aware that something was not right, the sagging skin that was the Bishops face looked round to the interlopers just as Christina slashed wildly at its face and disproportionate phalli with her claws, rending gouts of blood and flesh with each swipe.

Falsetto chose this moment to stand, behind the group, focusing his mind on the fray. Pointing towards the bloody and distorted bishop, one finger poised like a dart ready to spring from his hand.

“Pain...” he whispered and flung untold agonies at the Bishops mind, causing it to contort and writhe in pain, before it started to laugh..

“Well.. That's not meant to happen..”

The thing started to convulse with laughter, before curling up foetal momentarily.

A harsh cracking sound echoing around the building, with a howl of agony and ecstasy it started to stand, shrugging off those crowded around it with out even a thought.

Placing one hand on the ground as it stood its legs shredding and reforming, rivulets of blood flesh and bone melting like wax reshaping in to bird clawed feet, before the change continued across the rest of its body, its distended penis splitting apart, the glans splitting a dozen times in to snaky things dripping poisonous semen, stiring in a breeze and waving towards Christina, the body seeming to be flayed, bones growing through muscle forming a grey white carapace, arms turning to to crab like clawed things, multi jointed and flecked with blood and scraps of flesh and its head, worst of all remaining as it was, though the wounds done to its cheeks by Christine healed, flesh folding back on to itself, leaving patches of make-up distorted and cracking.

From behind it a rattling sound as from its spine a scorpion like tail grew, ending in a chitinous penis, dripping yet more bloody semen which hissed as it struck the fleshy ground below it.

With a sickly sweet smile the Bishop turned to look at Christina.

“Oh my aren't you a pretty thing... and such a pretty outfit...”

Part 7

Orion

Serena looked up at the stars, from where she lay on the beach she could just make out the blasts of the shotgun, the screams of women, and then silence for a few heartbeats.

The sound of shattering glass, a body landing on a car roof, rolling off on to the gravel of the car park.

A bestial roar and the sound of limbs being torn out of sockets, the spattering noise of blood and intestines, the rough crunch of bones.

Overhead the clouds parted, stars glittering like diamonds on black velvet, tears of gods hanging in the void.

“Well, I guess I better go see if I cant at least Try to rescue the Bishop.” Standing and looking at the building she turned and walked away from it.

“Oops, guess I was to late..” she chuckled as she walked away.

Christina stood, picking bits of gravel out of her face, leaning against the car for a moment as her ribs suddenly caused her to wince.

Looking down she saw the ribbing of her corset digging in to her flesh, blood welling around the wound where the whalebone had sliced in to her.

“Oh for fucks sake... “ Unsteadily she started back towards the doors, the sissy-maid looking at her, piss staining his white tights.

“What?!” The Toreador snarled, and the man bolted past her towards the beach, screaming as he went.

Borris clung to the claw that was closed about his neck, trying to pry it open, before finally with a grunt he snapped one of the bony digits and fell to the ground.

Ahriman took a step back as the scorpion tail snapped and spat at him, he'd felt the effects of the Bishops poisons before and could ill afford to be rendered unconscious by them once more. Looking around he spotted pools of shadows and pulled them towards himself before flinging them out at the monstrosity, wrapping them around its legs and waist, trying to make it topple.

Kelli continued his assault on the now armless twin bodied thing, the limbs still twitching and trying to crawl back to the body, as if they might some how re-attach themselves, the caitiff pounding and pummelling with random abandon, many of his attacks missing which seemed to infuriate him further.

Falsetto took a chance to skirt round the combat, blocking Luthers line of sight for a moment, and the creature was free of the mental grasp that held it, kicking and lashing out at the Caitiff.

“Oops, sorry!” the Malkavian called as he strode over to Alice to see what she was doing. A gentle song coming from her lips soothing the panicked masses, adding his own voice to the mix, nothing so refined as hers, though filled with emotion battering aside the last of their defences forcing them to remain calm.

“Oh I’d kill for a cuppa right now...” he chortled.

Serena took a phone from her pocket, pressing a speed dial icon.

“Yes, it's me. I think our Bishop may be in trouble, there's about a half dozen Camarilla assaulting him as we speak... yes I know, terrible isn't it. From what I saw they were quite capable fighters too.. Ok, I’ll let Zandra know. I think Kent may be lost to us for now. Ok, yes understood. Long live the cause.”

Slipping the phone back in to a pocket she took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and then turned back towards where the combat was occurring, walking slowly.

A man dressed in a poorly fitting french maids outfit came running toward her, eyes fixed with terror, tears and snot ruining his makeup.

She moved to intercept him, pretending to sooth him, to calm him down, to stop his incessant stream of words spewing forth.

Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, shadows spilling out from her own, she forced the man to sit, no longer in control of his body. Tendrils of inky darkness sliding in to his mouth and nostrils, panic once more struck his face and he twitched as he was choked from the inside.

Whilst there was still a little life in the man Serena bent forward and drank from him, before the shadows dragged his body down to the surf line of the incoming tide. He wouldn't be able to move, weakened as he was, he'd drown and it would look natural, like some sex game gone wrong, probably not even making the papers in the next few days.

The chitinous mass of the Bishop staggered as another concussive blast from the shotgun struck its torso, Borris, having pulled out his own shotgun, pumped the chamber and shoved the gun against the hissing and snapping mass of phalluses, pulling the trigger again, rewarded with a gout of blood and viscera spilling on to the floor below, the other claw swung at him, and he batted it aside, his gun being pulled from his grip.

“You fucking cunt...” he swore and head-butted the bishop, ruining its nose with a crunch.

Behind him, Kelli staggered drenched on blood, his own and the twin things, clutching at a wound in his chest, stumbling towards the mass of the Bishop, pummelling and kicking, breaking bone and chitinous chest plates with each strike to reveal the softer flesh underneath.

Luther reached under his jacket, pulling out a barbed stake and walked towards the thing, an idea to study it in torpor rising in his head. Perhaps the Bishop might know of a Kuldunic sorcerer that would be of use to his other plans..

Christina crested the stairway, looked at the scene of devastation, at her childe and the Malkavian keeping control of the masses, at the ruined form of the twin things, at Ahriman, half hidden in shadows exerting his will in some manner, at Borris and the mess around him, at Kelli and the gaping hole in the things chest, its fast beating heart visible and at the advancing Tremere, a ritually prepared stake in his hands.

The world went black..

Part 8

The Interplay of Shadows

Like moving through treacle, sounds distorted, some strange viscosity filling their mouths, coating their skins the world for the kindred changed.

Amongst them moved another person, though never getting close enough to see in this utter lack of light, never being close enough to touch or smell, but they were aware of the person there all the same.

A sickening crunch, the sound of something heavy and wet being ripped out of sockets, the sudden stench of blood, bile and semen mixing on the air again.

Christina felt something moving her body, pulling her forward, and then depositing something in her hand, wet and heavy, pulsing with the after image of life.

Kelli raged, screaming and shouting in his own shadowy restraints until his mouth was filled with nothingness, the utter void of existence given form, silencing him.

Borris thrashed as much as the Caitiff, though trying to focus his rage inwardly until the tendrils of nothingness wrapped around him, stilling his body.

Falsetto, bereft of his senses stood still, he knew the tendrils would hold him if he moved, so he resisted little, causing the least amount of pain to himself.

Luther, repeating mantras and catechisms to calm his mind, logic dictating that clearly a powerful Lasombra was working the shadows in such a fashion.

Alice, her face streaked with bloody tears, as some thing forced its way down her throat, silencing her, gagging her.

Ahriman, Ahriman alone stood virtually unaffected, his own shadows protecting him, batting aside the alien tentacles that struck out to grasp him, aware of the person walking around the room, aware that some one had ripped the heart from the Bishop, angry at what this meant, not only for himself but for the Court of Kent.

The figure stepped out of the building, its body made from manifest shadows, a thousand shades of black darker than any malfean heart.

“Well” Serena said to herself as she walked away with gore drenched hands “Who knew that would happen...”

Time passed, maybe an hour, maybe minutes, it was hard to tell in the cloying darkness.

Eventually, like a mist it rolled away, out of the building, dissipating in the sudden stark moonlight.

One by one they could all move again, Alice ran from the room, not even looking at the others, bloody tears still marring her face, Falsetto chasing after her, handkerchief at the ready.

Borris & Kelli staggering from being released, a cold rage in either of them. Some one would pay they each avowed silently.

Luther looked over the body, having reverted mostly to its human state, decaying slowly, scooping a few samples of its flesh and blood in to a couple of small vials he fished out from pocket.

Christina looked down at the thing, and at the heart in her hand. Had she managed to rip its heart out? She knew she was going to try, but did she do it? Her hands were drenched on blood, bits of flesh and sinew stuck under her nails.

Ahriman looked around gauging everyone’s reactions. Good, no one seemed to have noticed what he'd done, the last thing he wanted was more questions about his past.

Pulling a phone out of his pocket he dialled his driver.

“We'll have a car here shortly for the ladies. Gents, I suggest we get to the van as fast as we can, those gunshots won't have been mistaken for fireworks. I'll need to start placing some calls.”

One by one they filed out, clouds once more obscuring the sky, a fine drizzle settling in and a low mist starting to gather out at sea.

Down on the beach an old man walked along, dragging the sissy-maid by one leg.

“Youngsters. If they'd have asked I might have helped...” Deus carried on dragging the body along the shoreline. "Waste not want not, and I have so many mouths to feed now..."

~FIN~