[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

Tellos, Harlequin, [and others in the club]
Dhampir, Vampires
Club Harlequin

He leans in and quietly speaks. "He is the reason I turn your kind to ash. I 
have an old score to settle and if any of his high andm ighty buddies care 
to join him as an ash pile their welcome too. Before we do any buisness know 
this. I don't like you or your kind. I think all you blood sucking corpses 
shoulda staed in the grave yards. For now I have to be chosey though about 
targets and Mr magic vampire is somebody I have been hunting for a year and 
one way or another I wanna see him his friends and his loved ones all turn 
to dust. I fon't care if I have to make a deal with that creepy blood sucker 
who I swaer reminds me of the devil himself down at The Lachrymatory Mr 
Kinkaid or however ya say his name. He's started a war with me and I intend 
to finish it if I have to level buoldings to do it." He didint look like he 
was joking. His face showed hatred and anger at vampires in general and at 
the tremere regent even more so.

"Besides wonder what his bodies will say hwen they learn he through his 
strong armed tactics made me." With that he waited for a reply face watching 
every movement the Vampire made.

The Harlequin grinned from ear to ear. Tonight was turning out to be quiet educational. Not only had he met an actual Dhampir and proven the Gyspsy legend to be true, but this one was just so damned entertaining. Of course the Harlequin had known about Tellos's existence for quite some time, after all he'd been the one to play deep throat for the kid, but this was the first time they'd met face to face. 

The determination and the hate were impossible to miss, a definate merit. But the attitude was going to be a problem, his belief in his self so completely outsripped his actual abilities and it was probably just luck he'd got this far. He'd be no fun if he juet went ot and got himself killed too quickly. Vampire hunters really did ought to read Moby Dick. Or watch the movie if they, like the Harlequin, couldn't read. The Gregory Peck version was his personal favourite.

The mention of Kinkaid soured his mood a little, and it showed in his face. This was his game and that third rate amatuer better keep his sticky fingers out of it.

"It's not just targets you gotta learn to be choosy about kid!" The Vampire replied. "You just marched up to a bar full of us and declared war on us all. Maybe you've gotten lucky and killed a few small fry, but don't let it go to your head kid, you gotta stay off the radar. There's a reason the Gazelle don't march up and spit in the lions face after all."

He glances around but the others were out of earshot, so he continued.

"That one's for free, coz you amuse me. You got some balls and I've been the mouse that roared myself in the past. You want Montenegro, well you're doing the world a favour and that should buy you a few karma points if the Universe is watching. But don't let the Vamps you met before fool you, this war you started .. or they started, is gonna get bigger. Montenegro, he has minions on his minions. Power too. Real power that could kill you at a distance. Or worse ... death can be a blessed relief at times kid once you've met a real vampire." He appeared to think for a moment. "You're not the patient type are you?"


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