IC Fiction #3 - "Twitch"
A Caitiff With Too Much Caffene
Note: This fic was written in character *during* a game in which the prince of the city graced the local kindred population with his presence... my hacker caitiff became very paranoid while chatting with his sire on his laptop. Did I mention he's addicted to caffene?
Oh shit! The prince just walked in. Oh crap oh crap oh crap. Just keep busy, keep typing. Keep typing keep typing, don't stare, don't even look. They can smell fear. If he looks your way he can kill you because you're just a caitiff and he's a big prince guy. He's a lot scarier than any other business types you normally deal with. When you're employed by them and fuck up then you just don't get paid. On the other hand when you're dealing with the prince of the city and fuck up then he'll just have you killed. Sorry but I really don't plan on being killed anytime soon. I'll just do what I normally do and just remain invisible. Just sit here, don't say a word, keep typing, keep busy and he won't notice you. This is a good plan, I like this plan. Just keep calm, keep your hands from shaking, stop making spelling errors. Stupid spellchecker. I hate fucking spellchecker. It never works anyway. Not for the kinds of words I use on a regular basis. Fuck fuck fuck mother mother fuck, mother mother fuck fuck.... you know what I mean. Anyway I really should be getting back to work except that I can't concentrate on my work. I can't concentrate. I can't work. I can't do my fucking work. Oh shit. I'm going to miss my deadline. This sucks. This sucks so much. He hasn't noticed me so far. This is good. Perfect, now that other loudmouth just walked in. He definately won't notice me now. Great. Now maybe i can relax. Oh shit. Oh shit he came over here. Shit. Shit. Go away, leave me alone. Phew he's gone and now the prince didn't notice. If I could breathe I'd breathe a sigh of relief right now. But the worst is not over yet the prince is still here. Good he hasn't even looked at me yet. And why should he he's like big important guy who kills those who are stupid and get in his way. I hope he doesn't know that when whatsherface tried to claim praxis or whatever that was I just ran away. Everybody started fighting and I ran away like a coward. He probably knows, I bet he can read people's minds and stuff. He probably knows what I'm thinking right now. He's just not looking at me so that he can torment me. I bet he gets his kicks from driving puny little caitiffs like me nuts. I mean if I were like some thousand year old guy I'd probably be pretty fuckin bored. So what would I do for fun? I'd torment some poor little shit into insanity. It'd be fun, admit it. Come on. Watching them out of the corner of my eye. Oh shit he just looked at me. Oh crap, he knows. He knows I'm here and he knows what I'm thinking. He knows what I've been typing to you. I bet he's wondering who i'm talking to. Cricket, don't walk over here, don't talk to me. Don't talk to me. Shit. Cricket, go away! They know, they know. They all know. Shit. Ok, ok, alright, I've gotta get a grip. Relax, or I'm going to have a coronary... or not. I feel like my fuckin' head's gonna pop right off my shoulders. Why won't he leave!!! For the love of fucking christ guy leave!!! Leave so I can relax. ... fuck sakes... I don't think I can take this. He's just over there playing it cool. I thought it was scary before, him not ever showing up, secretly plotting the demise of everyone who opposed him from his fancy office somewhere. Oh shit he just looked at me again. Ssssstay cool, relax. I'm telling you now that however scary the prince was before, never showing up, like running a chess game from across the world... it is a zillion times more scary with him actually sitting in the room with you. Cuz when he looks at you.... like you know he's thinking "I can squish you like a bug, right now, from across the room, without even batting an eye... you caitiff scum." Fuck I hate this. I can't stop fucking shaking. I want to get up. I want to leave. But I can't do that trick you can do and disappear in a room full of people. I can only do it when nobody's looking. And they're looking. Plus I think they'd notice if the music suddenly stopped. Yeah, i'm sort of DJing for the night. Well pretty much every night I show up I am the DJ. I guess nobody ever brings music except for me. Oh well. I don't really mind that. At least I get to listen to good music. Well good music to me that is. I doubt the prince would like it. I wonder what kind of music the prince would like. Maybe I can burn him a cd or something. Ok, first, what would a thousand year old guy do with a CD? Duh. I don't know, maybe he has a ghoul or something... maybe they can play it for him. Fuck I'm stupid, he probably has like a hired violin guy to play in his office or something. He's rich and powerful and can kill whoever he wants, he probably has his own fuckin ghouled orchestra. Why would he want a stupid little burnt CD from some caitiff? Coffee. Coffee.... I neeed coffee. I can't get up. I need coffee and I can't leave without him seeing me. Isn't that like rude or something? The prince has to be the first to leave or something? Fuck I dont know. They didn't have any "What to do at a social gathering" class at university, and even if they did I wouldn't have fuckin taken it. That would have taken time away from the computer lab. Shit. Neeeeeed caffeene. Oh shit. The prince just walked by me. He went and followed that Brody asshole to the back, its probably nothing, but then again why did the prince stop for a second when he walked by me. Ok calm down the paranoia, it's probably nothing. A thousand year old guy like him probably wouldn't be that obvious. Right? Right? I have got to relax. I didn't do anything wrong yet. Really. Why is he trying to make me crazy. What is it with this fucking place and everyone trying to make me crazy? First they try to steal my blood and lie to me, then they make me trip out and hallucinate when I know I didn't take anything that day, and now the prince is making me paranoid. Why is he here? He never shows up. Why is he here when I'm here and he know's I'm a caitiff and fuckin Alexandra told me that all caitiff were supposed to be killed after what happened in some other place I don't even know about. I wasn't there, I didn't have anything to do with that, so why are they blaming me? Fuck. I really have to get some work done. I've already wasted a whole 10 minutes talking to you. Ok the loudmouth whatshisface is getting chewed out by the prince. He must be new. Poor guy. Enh, better him than me. But then again I know how not to be noticed. I know how to be inconspicuous. What's the prince holding? Oh he's offering wine? How nice. Did he poison it? Oh wait. Hes not offering any to me. Good. I wouldn't take any. If he did offer me any you'd know its poisoned. So the answer to the eternal question of "how can you tell if the prince has poisoned the wine?" is finally answered today: If he offers it to the caitiff, it's poisoned. Oh shit! The prince has a gun. Oh god. The prince has a gun, why does the prince have a gun at the meeting place. Well it's not like anybody's going to stop him... but still! Relax, work on your project, the others will take care of it. They'll just forget you were even here. Oh, you gotta go? Ok, chat with you later ok? Laterz.
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