JohnLeung2

Finishing, he showered and dressed when the phone rang. He heard her voice, chills ran up his body... "You are such a prize lover. Go to Ecstasy". He hung up, caught a cab and moved past the bouncers through the heavy steel doors into the huge dance club. Electronica blastered his ears as Chicago let loose around him in the club. Methodically he made his way through the floor, searching for her. This has to be a dream... she can't be real? Taking a seat at the bar his eyes scan the crowd looking for any tell tale sign of the mystery woman. After a while longer he moves to leave and finds himself held to his place. He looks to his right and there she is, holding his arm, smiling warmly at him. "Glad you could make it lover. The club here didn't seem at all appetizing until you walked in". She licks her lips as she winks, a cold sweat breaks out upon his neck. He needs to get out of here fast. She lets go and he moves, making for the door. As he appraoches, two chinese men head for him, hands in their pockets. He looks back where he came from, and she's gone. He looks ahead and starts to move away from the two assailants, knowing full well his life is in danger. He scouts the club for an exit and heads for a dark hallway. Gunfire erupts behind him and he moves as fast as he can into the darkened pass trying to get away, knowing they are after him. He stumbles and is then dragged into an even darker room, he tries to get his bearings but to no avail. Something pushes him down to his knees, a seering pain bolts through him from his neck and then an estatic coolness overcomes him. Something wet seems to drip on his lips... tasting deeply of copper... Blood? Am I... dying?

He woke to a phone ringing in his ears, and a burning in his throat. Everything around him was fuzzy, disoriented, wrong. He had to get out, get help. He tried crawling from where he was. He tumbled to the floor in agony, the drive burning him even more and more. He smelled something, refreshing and appauling at the same time. Blood wafted through his nostrals, he could taste it on his lips. There before him, chained to a seat was one of the gunmen he remembered from the night before. Hunger is all he knew then, he needed to slake his thirst. Everything went red this time.

As his surroundings cleared, he saw the gunmen, a look of shear terror in his eyes. He laid broken and lifeless on the floor. What was left of his blood pooled around him in a small circle. John noticed his hands, looked at himself and his apparent covering of crimson. He moved to a mirror and found even his face splattered with the liquid. His eyes went wide at the knowledge as it slammed into his mind. He killed the main, drank him dry until he couldn't drink anymore. It made the hunger go away. He dropped to the floor, trying not to believe what had happened the shock sending his mind whirling. Discipline and training kicked in. John began to clean himself off, get himself presentable to whoever was responsible for his cannabalistic entrapment.
Finding Samantha he confronted her, demanding what she had done. Using her talents she overpowered the newly made neonate licking his ear as she held him to the floor... "I did it because I can. Because my clan needs more hardy souls as you. They need the drive, discipline and desires you possess to make us strong. To become great again". She moves off of him and smiles, a glint of lust in her eyes... "You and I are going to get well acquainted lover". Her smile unnerved him.

"You are no longer a mortal in the full sense..." Watching her and listening he jumps, startled. She had two sets of eyelids and he just noticed the webbing between her fingers. He tries to pull himself away, to run away and hide, but her voice lulls him a bit, keeps him there to listen. "You are now a vampire John. You are more than any mere man could ever be. You look shocked.... you thought we were only legends? I'm afraid lover, we're very much real, and there's more than just a few of us walking the planet as you and I speak." The more she speaks the more sick he becomes, something burning within him, wanting out, wanting him to quench a thirst so strong it almost blurrs his vision. "You are now Gangrel John. You are a member of an esteemed clan of kindred. Some will welcome you while other more repugnant will dishonor and insult you. Maybe even worse. There's no turning back either my sexy beast. You are one of us now. Until you die". Samantha goes on, explaining to him about his new becoming, his new life. And in those times he regains a measure of his former resolve deciding to face what has been handed to him forcefully as well as he can. When the time had come for him to go on his own, Samantha did not say a word. She kissed him lovingly on his cheek, her hand caressing his cheek before she turned and left, a lone tear falling down her face.

Liquidating all of his assets, from his savings to his trustfund, John began his new life, under the teachings Samantha had given him. He burned all his old belongings, and started fresh, working his way through Chicago gathering a few essentials and a motorcycle before leaving the city to go on a search of himself. To learn what he had become. To see if there is a meaning behind it all. His skills as a former police officer serve him well in his nightly hunts to quell his thirst. It still bothers him a bit, having to sustain himself on the life's essence of mortals. But there is nothing he can do about it except live and hope one day he finds the enlightenment he seeks. He has now arrived in Necropolis, on his search for answers. What this city holds for him he does not know. It seems a bastion of Kindred society, with so many of them there. Maybe he can find himself finally... find the meaning of the Dragon... and to find if the Dragon has it's Phoenix.