What Dreams Wrought

Roz's Diary #1
Game #1

Well, I was quite literally visited by my fairy godmum last night. She gave me something that I’ve been struggling to carve out of this city since I got here…the ability to make my own path. I wonder if I’ll see her again? I’d like to have tea with her and ask her why she choose me. She left me with a ring and three weird little bottles filled with colored water. Look are deceiving though as when I was cleaning the ring and tried it on…it melted away and gave me odd little green tattoos on my ring fingers.

I was naturally a bit confused, but before I could wrap my head around thing a down-on-his luck guy came into my shop. Had jewelry he needed to trade for cash, for a train ticket. He seemed, I don’t know, like he needed a friend somehow so I offered to just give him the money, but then things became odd. He seemed to have mistaken me for someone, but wouldn’t explain, telling me to drink from the “little bottles” I’d gotten from the woman. What does this man know? Before I was able to get him to tell me what was going on a crazy woman…with fangs! exploded into my shop while ripping a man’s throat out. And Mr. Down-on-my luck turned into a bear. Like a crazed Mr. Chocolate. The two fought and it was clear that Mr. Bear was trying to keep me safe. I tried to help, but just ended up making things worse…turns out pepper spray doesn’t hurt crazy murder women, but hurts bears an awful lot. Sorry Mr. Bear! :(

Regardless of the little mishap there, oh, and knocking her with a chair that didn’t even phase her—Mr. Bear was able to knock her out, or well, she kind of seemed dead. And then he wanted me to pull her fangs out with pliers. What?!??!? Ummm, no. But he seriously got scary and I pulled the stupid teeth before I realized what I was doing. The cops were on their way and Mr. Bear told me his name was Hagan and that he was a werebear….like one of those wolfen men from my grandmum’s stories. I can hear her up there now…“I told you girl, I told you!”. He explained the tattoos meant I was a “hedge merchant” and that I better drink the potions before the cops got here because they were too dangerous to have around, they were magic. And like a crazy person I drank the potions.

The cops showed up and questioned us, they were a bit nicer to me than they were to Hagan…wonder if that’s because he makes people uncomfortable. The men in blue seemed, jumpy, around him. Maybe it’s because he saved my life, maybe it’s the Hedge Merchant thing, but he doesn’t unnerve me. In fact, I’m damn grateful he’s here. I’d seriously be dead without him…and seriously be scared too. Shortly after the police showed up a member of the “FBI” showed up…in reality it was a ghoul for the vampire court named Arthur. At that point I was freaked out and overwhelmed so I just showed him the green tattoo, yelled at him to fix my door and stormed off. Maybe not the best idea?

Shortly after a boisterous fellow named Timothy popped into my shop. Seriously, does my shop have a revolving door? I just want a shower…and some sleep after all this. But turned out his visit was actually a welcome thing. He’s really knowledge on things, willing to answer questions and seems interested in, honestly, just whatever I decide I want to do. And he wants a job….ok buddy, what’s the catch? And he’s cute. Hmmmm, gonna have to watch this one.

Hagan decided he’s going to stay here with me, keep me safe. He seems like a truly nice guy, just a bit lost. Either lost in heart or path. Maybe we can help each other?

We all got settled in, had some sleep and some food, and talked about what we wanted to do next. We decided on a plan for the Vamp prince.

Manners, Manipulation, and Murder

Go figure we have been vampires for three days and now we have to go meet Vampire Royalty (really guys, really….). In any case, we (Val and myself) have been prepped and told only what we need to know and how to act. I don’t typically get nervous around other people, I mean have you seen me!? In any case-Daniel told us how to act and everything and let me tell you, there is nothing like feeling the pressure when you are told that one wrong word and some dude is going to literally rip your head off. So let’s just say I decided that it’s best for myself to keep my mouth closed-this one time. That night, Val and I get dapper as fuck and head out to meet the Prince (and let me just say that I looked DAMN good…Val too-I guess ;) ). Once we get there and meet the guy, he takes us up to the roof and I have to say, I don’t really know why everyone was being so secretive with everything. Dude was really cool and didn’t seem like he wanted to waste us, but could just be keeping up appearances. In any case once we get through with that, we head out again back to the mansion to get the third degree from our Makers on what happened. I think we passed…I mean neither of us died, yet at least.

The next night Val and I headed out to pick up some “necessities” with Daniel’s AMex card and not going to lie, I have a laundry list of things I desperately need. I should have known that something was up though when Val NICELY asked if I wanted to accompany her…so we go and pick up some stylist chick that she has working for her. Of course I just can’t help myself when there is an attractive lady around and attempted to engage her in conversation. BUT…Val just dominated the shit out of her until she acted like an obedient puppy. Then you know what she did….LEFT ME! I’m not complaining, most of the time she is about as much to be around as watching CSPAN, but still number one rule: Don’t leave a bro. So I do what I do best, buy a bitching motorcycle and go pick up chicks. I figure if Val can have her toys, I can have mine. I go and find some girl..Jordan, Jane, Jennifer-some J name (to be honest, I couldn’t care less about what her name was, she was hot). So I am chatting her up, laying on the charm, and she is eating that shit up. Then in walks Val, apparently she also knows how to hack my phone (memo to self ALWAYS turn off GPS) and gets J girl thrown out. Not going to lie, for a minute I thought there was going to be a cat fight, which I would have definitely would have been okay with watching.

After being massively cock-blocked, we are supposed to go and see the block that we acquired when we soul-sucked those other vamps. Location is nice, outskirts of the Upper East Side (Val couldn’t be “happier”) and the buildings are pretty bad ass. So far the plan is to make some revenue for ourselves, a club (which of course will be the best because let’s face it, it’s under my managing), apartments, and some other business ventures. I honestly only care about getting the club up and going-Val can take care of the rest.

Oh shit yeah, so I totally forgot besides all these mundane things happening, some serious shit went down the other night. I was sleeping (I don’t really know if that’s what we call it, but that’s essentially what it is), enjoying a conversation with a “friend”, when I am suddenly awakened to find Gabriel pinning me against the wall with Val in the corner trying her damnedest to shred Malakai’s arm. There are dead ghouls and blood fucking everywhere. Being a vampire in theory is great, but in practice, it is ending up to be more than I expected. I don’t want to get all mushy and shit with the feelings, but this is some heavy stuff…I mean for all the girls I get, I don’t have too many friends, and my family was only really interested in what college I attended to make themselves look better, so to “wake” up and being trying to maul the shit out of the people that ACTUALLY care is pretty damn sobering. Now I get why Catherine is so serious all the time-sometimes it isn’t all fun and games.

Is this a joke or fucking awesome?!

I’m dead…sort of. Silver lining is that my portfolio just went through the roof—does it make me a bad person that the dead part doesn’t bother me as much? Or maybe it makes me a bad person that I treat human like cattle now. Then again—I may have done that before, now it’s blood, then it was money. I guess I’m a new kind of monster. Ironic really – I was accused of being a blood sucker before I was turned. HA! Maybe I should look that fucker up and let him know how right he was.

Regardless, the path here was less than fun and something I don’t intend on dwelling on, therefore, I’m going to look forward—to my awesome fucking future that now doesn’t end with mortality. Jesus. I feel drunk on that knowledge. I have all fucking eternity to build an empire.

Slight downside—it does look like I have to deal with a lot of people to get there…or rather a lot of blood suckers. In addition, Mr. Party now appears to be my, I don’t know, brother? vamp bro? whatever. He’s certainly an eyeful, but knows it. I plan to tread carefully there. My “official” sire is also quite the eyeful. I’m sure he’s already onto my little game of seduce the boss. Heh, I’m sure despite the fact that he can see my motives he won’t mind.

One thing I am incredibly pissed about, however, I had a phenomenal accountant. I mean top of the line. He was fabulous with his hands—and his numbers. But now that I’m dead I’m going to have to track down a new one. Yes, officially dead. Fucking dead. Guess I won’t be going to the Governor’s ball this year after all.

You Think Your Night was Bad?!

So I know that everyone thinks they had a bad day, but you have never had a night like mine. I am not typically a gambling man, but I would put money on it that my night was better than yours (unless of course you got into the grotto at the Playboy mansion-in that case, carry on and a tip of the hat to you). It all started after class (I had one of those standard writing workshops in the city) and since I was already there, I couldn’t very well just let the city entertain itself-so I headed over to my favourite bar. After finding an obvious lack of New York ladies needing a gentleman’s assistance home (or naive tourist for that matter), I decided I should drag my drunkass home before I missed the train and had to cough up the money to take a taxi back.

Now normally I am all for chatting up people in the subway-people have interesting stories, know things, and always want someone to listen to their story, but I had drank too much for that tonight and all I wanted was to listen to the new MGMT album and not think about the fact that I had a 10 page paper due in two days (which I naturally hadn’t started). So I am there minding my own business and out of no where some lady neglects to watch her kid, who almost walks into the train. Luckily I was there with my astounding quick reflexes (take that Flash!) to grab her and pull her back. Then the lady starts going crazy and cries everywhere and is telling me her whole story-again I am all for hearing stories when they are coherent and not sobbing raving. Finally the train stops and I park myself as far away from crying lady and her deathwish kid, across from a delivery boy, and some lady who is damn good looking but wound up too tight for her own good.

Since it is clear I am not going to peacefully be riding the train, I start talking with the dude across from me. Says his name is Garret and is “from New York” but guy couldn’t tell the difference between Madison Square Garden and Times Square if his life depended on it. Turns out he has a package for Ms. Serious-who either isn’t used to getting things from people or is way to suspicious for her own good. Then all of a sudden the train comes off the rails (beats the hell out of me how that happened) and we all go flying; to wake up several minutes later outside of the car. I can’t see anyone else around me but the little girl and she is messed up pretty bad. I tried to stop her from bleeding out, but instead I just ended up feeling her heart slowly stop and her body go limp. Right before she died though, she took off her bracelet and gives it to me-kinda crazy the things you think to do right before you die, didn’t ask for her mom or anything. Clearly being freaked out and knowing staying on the tracks isn’t the best idea, I move forward and come upon the lady with the package. Out of nowhere Garret bursts forth from the other car followed by rolling flames and tells us to get out here. Regardless of who he really is and where he really lives, I don’t need someone telling me twice to GTFO when I can hear the sound of metal crushing, moving, and some sort of snarling come from behind me.

We start running towards the darkness to the next platform where we are greeted by a group of ominous strangers that apparently have no clue what just happened 50 yds down the track. After yelling at them to call the police, they flash away, leaving us to own devices on how to get people down here to help that aren’t crazy. The lady with me rushes into the bathroom to try and find someone when suddenly something (I know now that it was a werewolf) attacks me and rips out the majority of my leg. So I am lying there bleeding all over the place, when the lady comes out shooting and gets attacked as well. You know the weirdest thing, everyone always says that your life flashes before you eyes right before you die. It really isn’t like that (well for me at least), the main thing you think about isn’t the pain or the face that you can’t retain consciousness from losing so much blood. Everything was like a flipbook, I did see things that had happened (good memories and the not so great ones), but you see things you are being robbed of: happiness, success, love, and you see all those things that will never happen. Dying isn’t going out screaming or full of anger, it’s a silent fear and loneliness that washes over you, consuming you, and in that moment you will do anything to surface out of that abyss.

Then I heard it, at the time I could only assume the voice of an angel-but now I know better, whispering in my ear questioning what I would do to live, offering me a life raft out of the swallowing depths of darkness, and after declaring with my whole being that I would do anything, I blacked out.

I wake up confused as shit in a room with the lady (Val is her name I finally learn) and a tower of wine (at least that’s what we thought). After coming to our senses we drank the whole tower and hear the most expertly played rendition of “Moonlight Sonata” since Tom Cruise tickled those ivories in “Interview with the Vampire”. When we round the corner our friends from the train station are there and that’s when they begin to tell us everything. They tell us we are dead. That we were attacked by werewolves. That apparently humans aren’t alone in this world. Then they drop on us the biggest of bombs-that we are vampires. So yeah there it is…I feel I need to stand up and introduce myself like in AA: “Hi, My name is Rayce Westerings and I’m a vampire.”

Next time you think your night was bad because you cracked your Iphone screen, take a seat, because you haven’t experienced anything like my last night…


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