There Morty was, staring down a huge werewolf. The werewolf cracked his fingers. "You're going to regret ever strolling into town, zombie. We don't take kindly to your kind around here." The huge beast loomed down on him, almost filling up the whole alleyway. Out of the shadows came the rasping voice of an old crone, "You best leave him alone." A bent, hunchbacked figure cover in a draping cloak stepped forward. "Yeah? What'll you do, you wrinkled old hag?" came the response. "I'll show you." Morty spied a glint of steel as the crone procured from her robes two fully loaded shotguns. "While modern technology is very confusing, it has it's purposes, does it not?"

"Hmmm. Its getting close to morning and Morty hasn't returned. I'll just leave you two to...whatever...and, umm...yeah, I'll go see what he's up to."
::England, slums::
Morty wasn't exactly hard to track, with the rancid smell and all.
Great, Morty, you chose the worst place in the town to go hunting...hope he's okay
But as he drew closer to the source of the smell, another became apparent. "Shit. Werewolf" Link made his way up to the rooftop of the building that made one half of the alley and watched the tension build, awestricken by the old women brandishing the shotguns, but he waited, ready to attack if Morty needed any help. No sense in jumping immediately into some situation I know nothing about, maybe they're discussing something, but by the looks of it, it'll turn hostile, reaaaallly quick.

OOC: I'm not trying to be an ass by waiting, its just my character is unfamiliar with how zombies get along with the other oddities of the night, and if some conversation or deal is going down, I wont be the one to come down and kill everybody like some misinformed berserker (despite how fun it may be)

"You'd better step away. It cost a lot of money to get silver shotgun shells." The werewolf growled lunged forward. A large blast was heard as the shotgun tore through it's shoulder. The werewolf shreiked and ran off clutching the wound. "Quick, down here. He's probably gone off to gather others for help." Morty followed the crone down into the sewers. "Why are you helping me?" Morty inquired.
"A Samedi will always be a friend of a Nosferatu. Didn't your sire ever tell you that?"
"Sire?"
"Bugger. I guess I'll have to explain to you. For now, however, just follow me."

Link saw this extremely short battle. [I]So, this old lady's a Nos...but I'm still wondering about this 'Samedi'[I] Link dashed silently along the rooftops as Morty and the old woman moved through the streets.

OOC: We're in the sewers, not on the streets.

*stares at him for a moment* im supprised youve never asked about my past...im always curiouse to yours. you dont really want me do you. you just want to play with me...like..like...*squeezes her eyes shut and rolls over to face the oposite side*

"Fabelle I'm sorry for hurting you please forgive me. I want you but I want you for life not like a little toy.<I can't belive I hurt her so bad.I love so much but I fear she will get hurt with me>*turning her over and kissing her forehead so she would open her eyes, with his full off tears*"Most people I have known would get very offended at bieng asked thier past.I have wondered but like many things I was to scared to ask. You want to know my past and I want to know yours......well you tell me yours Fabelle and I will tell you mine. No matter how bad I seem after I tell you my past I want you to know I love you Fabelle and I would like us to be married. If you don't want to now then someday when your ready."*withdraws small ring box from under bed*

OOC: oops, I overlooked that detail

IC: Link followed the pair up until they reached the sewers. Had a bad experience in a sewer once. Nasty stuff roams there in the night, I think Morty'll be fine, especially if that crone has the goods to take a werewolf down.
Link moved back towards the apartment.

One long explanation later…

"So the Giovanni and the Setites hate the Samedi for double crossing them way back when, but the Samedi are allies with the Nosferatu, which you are one of, so if either one were to attack them, they'd have the Camarilla after them due to the Nosferatu's membership in it. The Garou, which are the werewolves, hate all of the vampires, with the possible exception of the Gangrels, but they especially hate us zombies because we are especially tainted by the 'wyrm'. Had I not already been a vampire, I probably ignored you as a crazy bum."
"That's about the jist of it." The crone pulled back her hood, revealing an almost bald head, wrinkled, splotched skin, a protruding, cranelike nose and a smile that had about half the teeth that a normal person had in it. Her breath smelled foul, and her robes were covered in fleas.

" I've lived here for about 200 years. I was embraced in scotland about 300 years ago. I moved here after an 'accident' befell a young lass named Fabelle. Her father was embraced when she was very young. Her father had a hatred towards us sewer rats. I met her after I was flogged by a large group of Sabbat hooligans for intruding on their lands. She watched as the hooligans ran off. Feeling bad for me, she helped me, not knowing what I was. Her father found out about her kindness towards me, and being the paranoid fool that he was, he framed me and embraced poor little Fabelle, telling her lies about me, making her hate me, because he was afraid that I would embrace her, turning his precious daughter into the one thing he hates the most. He never told her that he was her father, because her mother told her that he was a heartless bastard who deserted her."

She walked down the sewer walkway.

"Oh yes. I never told you my name. They call me Demyres."

*comes too from the shock* my...my past. i never really knew my father. from what i do know of him is he was rich though his money was dirty. that never stopped my mother from spending it though. you see he had left us though he sent money all the time. i think he was nobilty...not sure though. that stuff never really intrested me. my mother was a well known woman. she threw paries all the time and the house was always filled with people. thats when i met veriest. i was close to 19 at the time. and we fell maddly in love with each other. he was also of a noble family, very rich and all that. he loved to take care of me although sometimes i wished he would let me do the same for him. this went on for a year. we had divelopped a liking for this one tavern. i think it burnt to the ground 12 years after i left england. not sure though. twords the end of this wonderful year i had noticed a man watching me. every time we went to the tavern he would be watching me. of course i never told veriest of it. i didnt want him to be jealouse or go off and start a fight. it just wasnt worth it. let him look i would always think. one eving though...he came at us when we were leaving. he killed veriest and took me. im not sure where he took me...some place close to water. i was so disoriented the entire time. for about six more months he toyed with me, tourtered me, raped me, anything he could do he did and he didnt care how much i screamed and fough back. finaly he saw that all of this was distroying me slowly. he didnt want me to die though, he like me being his doll of sorts. so he turned me into what i am now. what he didnt count on was be being strong enough to finaly fight back. wich i did.
he had tought me nothing in this time of my being a vampire. only the way of curilty and pain. it took me several years to learn what it ment to be a vampire. that im not a killing mechine. i am more than that and i must be more than that. his master took me in and tought me all of that. one day i will repay my masters kindess with my own and it will be a day to smile upon. *hears link coming* dawns almost here...

OOC: lets try to come to a stopping point here and i'll make the next chaper if anyone has an objections to that...