I talked about making a new story a few weeks ago before deciding to finish the New Ground's story. Well here's the introduction to this new story I'm working on at the moment. It is not going to be as long as the previous story I've posted on the BBS, but it will be just as interesting to write. Like I previously said, in my News post, this time the story will take place in the large universe of Vampire: The Masquerade. Hopefully I will not lose any readers because of this...

Blood, violence, incest, war, death... a lot of things will be mixed up in this new recipe in order to present a new plate... that will hopefully please your eyes. If you find any mistakes make sure you tell me about it... my first language is French after all :)

Bloody Family;

Holding him tight, she was drinking the last drops of blood remaining in his body. He fell on the floor like a rag doll and stood immobile.

Dead.

That's how she liked them, dead. They were more cooperative. She clapped her hands two times and someone opened the door, illuminating the room. Altman, the Family's dirty servant bowed down before his mistress, which didn't really make any difference from his usual position, except for a slight movement of his arms, and picked up the body on the floor. He grinned.
-Delicious delicious dinner wasn't it Mistress? Those rich sons of public personalities are rare... Hans whishes he could've tasted a few drops... oh well, Hans will go eat some dirty third class rat; that's how Hans feeds. Hans bows to you again Mistress. Hans will now leave the Mistress alone in the dark.
He grinned one more time, revealing a row of sharp and pointy teeth.
-Have a good night, Mistress.
He walked backwards, the dead body sitting on his bent back and slowly closed the door, putting the room back in darkness.
Fiammetta Sangue smiled back a few moments after the obscurity came back in her room. She needed that blood. She was feeling the effects of the blood in her body, similar to dopamine. Fiammetta hadn't eaten for a week. It was about time she found some blood worthy of her mouth. She stretched out, growled a little bit and started lighting some candles to make some luminosity in her room. The sixth candle burning, she finally sat back on her bed. Her room was dark, really dark. The walls, made of rough stone, called up to some medieval dungeon. Her bed's sheet was completely black, and the candles were glowing on the hardwood floor. She dropped on the bed sheet and looked at the cellar. The candles were reflecting on her black iris as she let out a giggle. She loved the effect of pure blood in her body. The god damned best drug in the world. Her lips, still covered of blood opened again:
"LETIZIA!"
She rose up quickly and jumped off her bed. Her ebony hair, tied in an elegant chignon, weren't gleaming into the candle's light. Actually, they were darker than the room's shades, contrasting with the color black itself. Her sister wasn't around. She was probably with Malvolio... their brother. She'll deal with that later. She had to see her father. She left her room, followed by a chill wind strong enough to blow the piece's candles... even though there was no window in her bedroom, located deep inside a cliff of the Bavarian Alps. Her father was probably in his bureau at the moment, he mentioned he would be expecting important visit during the night. That's exactly where she found him, in the middle of the Castle, well situated at the extremity of the fortress' giant Hall. She knocked once on the grand wooden door before pushing it and entering her father's business room. He was sitting on his habitual lounger, his arms sitting on the arm rests. Standing tall next to him was a white haired representative of Fiammetta's father new allies. He was wearing a long beige trench military coat covered of tons of decorations glimmering in front of the fireplace. It looked like they were in a serious discussion and that she had interrupted the officer by entering the room. The German kine didn't look bothered and simply stepped back and bowed in front of the Kindred who broke their peace. Michele smirked at Fiammetta.
-Come take a seat, daughter, said the leader of the Giovanni Clan in Germany. I was having an interesting discussion with my old friend, General Dieter Eichelberger, of the Sixth Reich. He has some absolutely marvelous ideas about how our family should join his cause... his kine cause. You're probably going to like it. At least your thirst for blood and fortune will. Keep going, General.