It was an early spring and we were happy because that meant we could LARP around campus (outside) as well as our traditional wintertime haunts (consisting of a local goth nightclub and a few peoples houses) In fact we expanded the "game-board" to consist of the entire college town we live in. All streets and public areas were in bounds. We were all ecstatic as we donned our garb and awaited the setting of the sun ( a must for any masquerade game as vampires cannot venture into natural light) . The game, by the way, generally consist of the storyteller assigning several tasks (such as seduction of non-gamers and collection of hidden items) to be completed by the sessions end. Each clan and individual is rewarded according to his or her completion of these tasks by gaining experience and ergo power.
When we got to the assigned gathering place our storyteller assigned Me, John, Sarah, and Kendall to find a girl who had no idea there was a game going on and attempt to bring her back to one of the assigned houses. This is a common task in masquerade and is considered to be "seduction" of a mortal (even though it usually just consists of talking someone into coming over for a few minutes and offering them a small food or drink item…most often there is not even the slightest sexual exchange) .
Even as we left to find a willing victim, I sensed that all was not well with Kendall that night. She had just ended a multi-year long-distance relationship with her boyfriend and her depression was palpable. Her mind was clearly not on the game. Her eyes and nose were red and her hair was more careless than usual. I tried to draw her in several times as we prowled the darkened streets but her answers and comments were distant at best…she was totally listless. As the hours ticked by and we went to bar after bar and all the campus hangouts trying to find our girl with no success, we began to grow restless. Our clan (Ventrue) currently had the most point but the Malkavians would catch us if we didn't complete our task first and time was running out.
Very late in the session, Sarah made some attempts to get some freshmen to come back to my apartment with us (a designated play-zone) but it was to no avail…we were going to have to return empty-handed and suffer a defeat to the Malkavians if they had had any luck at all. On our way back Kendall became suddenly thoughtful and said: "I think that the only way to truly connect with someone is through the bond of blood. We have been playing this game forever and it just doesn't fulfill me anymore…nothing about this place does. I need so much more…I think I'm going home now," she walked away with purpose that I hadn't seen in her stride all night and John, Sarah, and I were left looking at each other in bewilderment. As we walked back to the central meeting place, Sarah told us she would check in on Kendall before she went back to the dorms.
John and I finally made it to our apartment about 2 am and I fell asleep immediately. At three the phone woke me up. It was Sarah, "You and John have to come over here NOW…I'm at Kendall's…HURRY!" I asked her what was wrong but the only thing she said was that we needed to come quickly. Alarmed at the urgency in her voice, I roused John and we were soon on our way to Kendall's small one bedroom apartment, only six blocks from ours. We got there quickly and let ourselves in like we normally did.
Nothing seemed strange at first. There were many candles burning (not uncommon for Kendall) and a lone lava lamp churning scarlet on the end table by the couch. Kendall and Sarah were nowhere to be seen. Sarah's voice came from the bathroom: "DJ…John? Come in here." John looked at me and shrugged. When I opened that door it was the most incredible and awful thing I have ever seen in my life.
The bathroom was white tile with an old-fashioned standing tub. Steam was everywhere but I could see Kendall sitting in the tub and Sarah kneeling behind her. Kendall was naked and wet with blood and water. Her tiny breasts rose and fell as Sarah caressed them and stroked her hair. The water in the tub was the color of blush wine and I could see darker clouds erupting from wounds on Kendall's wrists, submerged just below the water's surface. On her leg was a makeshift tourniquet—a belt that was wrapped tightly above a gash that I knew must go directly to her femoral artery. The leg cut was about seven inches below the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Bare, but unshaven it seemed. Her porcelain skin was stark against the crimson and she looked like nothing so much as a child lying there with Sarah stroking her. As I watched open-mouthed, Sarah bent and kissed her long and full on the lips and looked at us: "Isn't it beautiful?" she said.
