Something wicked this way comes

by Laufrey Sat May 30, 2009 6:58 pm

Fortunate for some and really unfortunate for others, Hector Hastipolis arrived in an area a little outside of Sacramento, easy drive during the night but not much more, not too long ago under a bit of an odd circumstance in that he arrived at an underground death metal concert at an abandoned slaughter house in a large shipment box. One of the bands had gone looking for ways to get a real skeleton or some such to add to their stage presence, they hadn’t counted on a fairly fresh body well preserved with a stake through the heart, their supplier hadn’t been joking around and it was even better than expected. So after a night of being propped up on a stage for effect Hector was taken down and promptly became the centerpiece of the bands after party.

Fortunately the young and morbid do stupid things like wanting to pull the stake out to examine it and the wound and maybe even horse around with it, sigh. He hadn’t been staked long at all so wasn’t what you’d call hungry in the least, it took them all awhile to realize that the dead guy was looking at them and when they did they found a very charming vampire who convinced them to a great many things. In short he got them to release him and found out the information he needed, like where he was and a sleeping place, as well as listening to their oh so tragic problems with excellent advice in response. He feed from each so they could experience the exhilaration of true life which he offered freely as he could see how they would all be marvels to behold in taking the next step. Resistance was truly futile not to mention none existent, with no need of greater abilities, and so he lead them through the ritual that would allow him to transform them all into walking gods and waited patiently as they bled out fully expecting to become vampires, he may have felt a little bad if not for their eagerness. He had managed to orchestrate the little ascension rite in a fashion that any decent occultist would see a mockery of a real ritual, which considering the participants be not far off to believe them doing something tragically stupid to which they didn’t understand.

After watching a poor video of the concert he was certain that any attendee’s wouldn’t recognize him, poor lighting and lots of head banging and other movement, he went and explored a bit to come back before dawn which was a very short time. The next night he left to find a place with the Kindred of the Sacramento domain with a proper story now that the little mess he’d been delivered into was taken care of, although if he ever found out who sent him he’d have to thank them before anything else.