He let out a few more corroded chortles and then took another long pull from his cigar. The brakish smoke jettisoned from his nostrils and masked his natural stench, offering small relief to Tyler, who had apparently forgotten to stop breathing.
[i:93570b51a4]"Well, he's definitely interested in figuring out a way to stop it!"[/i:93570b51a4] Tyler nearly had to shout over the deafening roar of the wind that poured in through the car's open windows. Drain drove absurdly fast through the rain dampened streets and he wondered if the old Nosferatu was crazy, reckless or a mixture of both.
[i:93570b51a4]"Do the Nosferatu have any ideas on who or what may be causing the Gangrel to do this?"[/i:93570b51a4] Jade asked from the passenger seat.
[i:93570b51a4]"Ideas? Sure, we got ideas. They're probably sick of being used as muscle by a bunch of Camarilla suits. Shit, it was inevitable! Xavier and the rest of the mutts left years ago, Cascadian Gangrel apparently didn't get the memo. Wouldn't you get tired of..."[/i:93570b51a4]
Tyler's face appeared over the bench seatback that separated the front from the back.
[i:93570b51a4]"Leaving the Camarilla is one thing, rioting through the streets is another. They can't hope to take on every Cammie in town!"[/i:93570b51a4]
In the distance, a siren wailed in the evening.
[i:93570b51a4]"Seems like they're not havin' any problems so far."[/i:93570b51a4] Drain cackled, punching the gas a bit, causing Tyler to be jerked backward into his seat. [i:93570b51a4]"Anyway, I might have an idea or two as to what's behind all this. Lets talk price."[/i:93570b51a4]
[i:93570b51a4]"Price?!"[/i:93570b51a4] both Ventrue said in unison.
[i:93570b51a4]"This city's burning down around your ears,"[/i:93570b51a4] Tyler said, noting with a twinge of guilt that Drain had no visible ears, [i:93570b51a4]"and you want to haggle over this?"[/i:93570b51a4]
The old Nosferatu's accusatory eye reappeared in the rierview.
[i:93570b51a4]"Well fuck. If the Ventrue are so concerned about the city burnin' down, why the fuck would they choose right then to get cheap. I never gave Gabe nothin' for free. Why wouldn't I charge his brood?"[/i:93570b51a4] he clenched the glistening, wet cigar between his rotten teeth and grinned, [i:93570b51a4]"But I'll tell ya what. I'll cut you a deal. You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours."[/i:93570b51a4]
Imagery of Drain's lesion covered backside flashed before Tyler's eyes and he felt more certain than ever he was going to be sick.
((sorry it's so shortStatistics: Posted by Gabriel — Thu Jul 14, 2011 10:27 pm
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