Vampire The Masquerade: Deliverance (VTM: Bloodlines fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Predator, Prey, and Beholder (Vivien Levett)

*Santa Monica, California. In an alleyway near The Asylum*

Growling, I lunged at my attacker with an inhuman speed. He shot off a few rounds from his colt, but the bullets were like flicks, barely even a bother.

Pouncing on him, I began to savage him, my claws had emerged in the heat of rage, and I inflicted scratch after scratch upon him, his cries of utter agony filling my black heart with evil joy.

Then, as his blood began to splash across the ground, I felt the pang of hunger and lunged my head down to his neck, my fangs violently piercing his neck. His screaming stopped abruptly, trailing away to a slight moan.

I felt his blood pouring out of his punctured vein and flow into my own veins, filling me up with the delicious red nectar and regaining my strength.

He continued to wince and moan a bit as I drank, his fear making the blood sweeter than it was originally. It was like being reborn again, young and strong, with no trace of aging at all.

After about a minute, I felt the blood stop flowing, and the man stopped moaning and feel limp....he was dead.

I retracted my fangs and looked at my now dead attacker. The man, along with two of his friends, had ambushed me when I walked into the alleyway. Poor little naive gangbangers never saw their fate coming.

SIghing in relief and satisfaction, i rose up onto my feet and dragged the bodies to a nearby sewer manhole. Looking around to ensure there wasn't any humans watching, I quickly opened it and dropped the bodies inside.

The loud music of The Asylum pounded near me, and I glanced at The Asylum. Hmph, the nightlife was no life for me. I prefered the lone nomadic lifestyle as most vampires of my clan, the Gangrel, chose.

The Beast was more of a tool to me, and to my clan, then to others like the Toreador. We were more attuned to the Beast, and because of this we had a vampiric power, or discipline, named Protean, along with another one called Animalism. Both of these allowed us to summon animals and use them for our aid, such as crows and wolves. In the case of Animalism, we could even change into a war form that resembled some kind of bat-wolf hybrid. 

However, because of our attunement to the Beast, we had the tendency to frenzy more often than normal. This made it a serious problem if some Gangrels adapted to the city life, though not many did.

I myself was adapted to city life from the start, as I was sired only a few days ago. I was kinda trying to get used to my powers, and learning how to maintain control of my Beast. It hasn't been easy, yet not that difficult either. But the hunger seems to always catch me off guard. 

While I felt the same erotic thrill that came from feeding just like any other vampire, it was the hearing of the victim gasping for breath and slowly dying that thrilled me more. Yeah, call me old fashioned.

I sighed as I decided to head towards the beach house. There was some business with a local drug dealer that I had to take care of. 

My name is Vivien Levett, and i'm a German Gangrel vampire.

(( Want to know more about the wolfish, nomadic, and predatorial Gangrel clan Well, The Gentleman Gamer can explain more into detail of what makes the Gangrel so unique, so different from the other clans, and explain how their clan works. ))