Interview With You/Isabella
A small bell chimes above the door of Isabella's as you enter. You look around for the shop's owner, but the place seems deserted. Finally you see a little sign on the wall that says, "Please Brood Intensely For Service." You narrow your eyes, pout your lips, and ponder the endless delicious torment you suffer as a child of the night. You almost throw up in your mouth a little, choking on your own existential angst. But finally the shop's proprietor steps around a curtain in the back and walks toward you.
"Greetings, oh dweller of the night," she says, through lips bizarrely large and thick. It's like her face has a little too much -- well, face. "How may I serve you? Would you have some eyeliner for your dark eyes? Some glitter for your fierce predator's skin? Some --" and she crashes to the ground, unconscious. After an uncomfortable few seconds of silence, she gets up again.
"Sorry, I forgot to breathe for a minute there. Didn't realize it until I passed out! Anyway, you seem to be new to the Dark Family, so you'll want the full kit."
Over your mild protests, Isabella squeezes you into some skinny jeans, spikes your hair with a five-gallon tub of hair gel, outlines your eyes with eyeliner, and douses you in body glitter. Then she shows you to a mirror, and you're very grateful that vampires don't have reflections. "Uh. What do I owe you?" you ask.
"Oh, just order me around and say mean things to me. That's payment enough!" Isabella responds.
"No. I'm not doing that. That's not sexy. That's demeaning. You should have a little self-respect," you growl.
"Thanks, dear!" Isabella says. "Now go have fun. And make sure you only bite women, even if you're not usually into that sort of thing! I'll be waiting up all night until you come back. I'll probably be crying." And she shoos you out of the shop.
| See Where the Night Takes You |
You step out the door, breathing deep of the night, feeling it wrap you like a cloak of infinite darkness. Your dark eyes flash as you ponder the endless pleasures that await you in the darkness, and how none of those pleasures could compare to going to someone's high school Prom.
You decide to go hunt for human prey, for someone you can snap at, or threaten with violence, or maybe just watch sleep for a while. But before your hunt can begin, you smell the most delicious blood you've ever smelled. It's like your own personal heroin. You've never wanted to drink any blood as bad as you want to drink this blood. It's awesome smelling blood, is what I'm saying.
You follow the intoxicating scent and find a pale, twitchy, mousy teenaged girl, who is furiously scribbling in a journal. She looks up as you approach, and her face convulses oddly. Which, you'll soon find, is not a rare or significant thing. "Who are you?" she snaps. "What do you want? I'm busy brooding because I'm the new girl at school and everyone loves me and wants to be my best friend or date me, or whatever. It's like, 'LEAVE ME ALONE! Can't you see I'm tormented?'"
For some reason, every word she says makes you want that irresistible, delicious blood all the more.
| Interview With You/Drain Her Dry |
"Is it cool if I drink all of your blood?" you say.
The girl shrugs and goes back to scribbling in her journal. There's an extended awkward silence, which is probably meant to convey some undercurrent of emotion, but fails utterly.
Then you leap on the girl, sink your fangs into her neck, and drink until she finally, blessedly, stops twitching. Her blood races like fire through your veins, only the kind of fire that makes you feel stronger -- not like literal fire in your veins, which would kill the crap out of you.
As you let her limp body fall to the ground, you hear a snarl behind you. You spin around and see another skinny-jeaned, hair-gelled vampire baring his fangs at you. "Damn it!" he shouts. "I was going to do that, eventually, after we danced together, and I almost made her kill herself, and she almost made me kill myself, and after we were properly married! The way you did it was just . . . immoral! And it looked totally satisfying and awesome!" Then he bursts into tears and runs away.
| You gain X Fortitude. |
| Redirect Your Desire |
| Tell Her How You Feel |
