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I sit in the shadows of the abandoned Ravenstar Theater, watching the bums and other low lifes shuffle by. They are unaware of my presence, thanks to my Discipline of Obfuscate. If they saw me I’d have to kill them on the spot and I don’t feel like causing a Masquerade violation tonight. I prefer to see the shock and fear in the eyes of my prey before I feed. I am a Nosferatu by the name of Poxia, my birth name only known to my sire and Primogen. I’m a bit of a loner in my clan, then again vampires are best as solitary predators anyway.

I climb up the drain pipe near the back of the theater, jumping over to a fire escape ladder and continue my climb. Reaching the roof top, I slowly crack open one of the stained glass windows and peek inside. Some fancy-pants Toreador was throwing an art gallerie opening slash introduce her newest up-and-coming kine artist party. This one was private, Kindred only with perhaps a few ghouls thrown in to make them feel better about themselves. I noticed Paul near the back by his trademark hunter green pony tail and headphones hanging halfway off his head, probably blaring Social Distortion, The Cure or Blood & Roses. I couldn’t hear over Mozart’s Symphony # 40 in G Minor that was playing over the dusty speakers. No matter how well he dressed up you always knew it was him. I watched the Poseurs in their little power clicks titter amongst themselves like the Prince’s Harpies for a few moments longer before ‘accidentally’ dropping a few dead rats through the window.”Bombs away, my duckies.” I whisper as the last one fell and plesently squished in the punchbowl, if that’s what you want to belive it held. Smirking, I ran to the edge of the roof and took a leap of faith to the roof of a high priced pawnshop run by a snotty Ventrue ghoul. Barely making it, I switched on Obfuscate and run crouching along the roofs edge. From the far side I turn around and watch the puzzled ghoul sent upstairs to solve the problem. I climb down to the street and open a manhole, slipping inside as my Discipline wore off.

Splashing through the muck, my knee high army boots kicking through randomly placed piles of garbage I return to my haven in a relitively happy mood. I wave to Max and Colburne as I pass, them glancing up for a moment from whatever paperwork lay on the table between them. Opening my makeshift front door and wipeing my feet on the worn rug, I hang up my checkered newsboy cap and drape my moth eaten scarf over a small pipe poking out of the wall. I kick the door shut and grab my cd player off my desk, slipping the headphones on and blaring Slipknots ‘Duality’ as I plop into my desk chair. “I shove my fingers into my eyes…” I sing along, my fingers clicking over the keyboard telling Mega_Bite80 in an IM he now owed me $150 bucks.

Mega_Bite80: WTF? No way! You were gone 30 minutes, there’s no way.
Demon_Musica42: Wanna bet? Listen real hard. One of them landed in the punchbowl.
Mega_Bite80: For real? Damn woman, you got some balls.
Demon_Musica42: And you got the money, now pay up.
Mega_Bite80: Alright, fine. I’ll have Beta run it up to you.
Demon_Musica42: Sometime tonight ok? Don’t have time to wait a week like last time.
Mega_Bite80: Last time was her fault, not mine. Can’t help it if that tunnel crawler don’t know where she goin’. ********’ noob…
Demon_Musica42: Just get it up here. L8r.

Closing the IM and putting my laptop on sleep mode, I streched out on my cot and stared at the leaky ceiling. I made my spending money by pulling annoying little pranks on whatever Kindred that happened to be around. I get contacted by mostly Caitiff who have a new grudge for the week or the occasional Pander who wants some heavy duty near death stuff. The Sabbat was funny sometimes, especialy the Panders. Kind of like the Three Stooges with chainsaws and shotguns. Fun to watch, but you’ll have a whole lot less above your neck if you get involved.

I rolled over at the sound of a squeak and stared at the floor. A large rat with a red collar was standing on its hind legs looking up at me, its head cocked to the left. “Hey, fuzz head. Does Scraps have mail for Pox today?” I asked the rat as it ducked through a special made hole in my door. A moment later, it was dragging an envelope to me. I picked it up and flipped it over to see the front as Scraps exited back through the door and scampered off to where ever it is he goes.

The envelope was made of heavy paper and was sealed with wax. I tilted it, trying to see the seal pressed in the red wax under the dull light of a naked bulb that hung from the celiling. “Aren’t we a puzzle? Never had anything this fancy sent to me.” I whispered, running my thumb nail under the seal and breaking it off. I placed it on my desk and pulled out the envelopes contents. There were five sheets of heavy paper, like the envelope was made out of, along with about 15 twenty dollar bills. I blinked and separated the bills from the letter. I glanced at the first page and was only able to read the first line. It read :
My Dear Poxia, I have an assignment for you…

The rest of the letter was a combination of Theban and Runic script. Before I could do anything else I heard a gargled yell from outside my door. “Pox! Delivery!” Colburne gargled as I poked my head out the door. Beta stood in an entrance to a tunnel, shifting her weight and passing a ring box from hand to hand. “Beta! You made it in record time. Find your way alright?” I said with false friendliness and walking up to her. She avoided eye contact with me and muttered “Just passing through, Pox…” I stood in front of her, hiding her from Colburne’s view as she pulled a wad of cash out from under her black beanie. She handed it to me and quickly withdrew her hand into her jeans pocket. I gave it a quick count and stuffed it into my left breast pocket. I smiled sweetly and replied coldly “Your short, Beta. Where is it?” She stooped a little and stuttered “He…he didn’t really think you’d do it…and…and…he…he doesn’t have the full amount-” I grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the tunnel wall. “Then I’ll take it out of your hide.” I said, lifting her off the ground slightly. She gave a whimper and held out the ring box. “He sent this to make up the difference!” She said hurriedly.
I set her down and took the box. “Well, why didn’t you say so earlier, duckie? We could have avoided a brusing.” I put an arm around her shoulders and gave it a light squeeze. “Tell him I appreciate his business and will only take this trade in. Everything else is cash only or the next prank will have them after his a** in seconds.” I let go and watched for a second as she hurried away, absentmindedly putting the ringbox in my back jeans pocket. I turned around to find Colburne looking at me over his coke bottle glasses with his arms crossed. I shrugged and asked “What?” He rolled his eyes in reply and muttered “Favorite,” before sitting himself back behind his mountain of papers. Shrugging again, I returned to my room and throw the cash onto the desk with the other twenties. I sat on my cot and pulled the ringbox out, flipping it open.