This town ain't big enough.

Joined: 27 Nov 2007 Posts: 21

I pushed on the pedal, steering my Nova into the gas station, eyes narrowed as I peered out of the tinted windshield. Autumn leaves rolled over the moist asphault, running with the wind and pronouncing their misleading foot-shuffling noise. The engine roared a few more times as I navigated my car next to the tanks, before letting it roll to a stop. I scanned the area and various faces and pedestrians for a moment, before popping open the door and stepping out. The cold night air hit me like a blast of ice water, and I slammed the door shut without looking back. I walked up to the machine and slid a twenty in, before going through the repetitive gas-pumping motions, slide the nozzle in, cross my arms, wait to die....

Of course it didn't come. It rarely does. I've been a little jumpy lately after that fucking imbecile shoved a knife in my back. Idiot had no idea what he was doing. I snorted, just thinking about it, and shifted my hips to turn and get a better look at my surroundings, the only sounds the scratching, wayward leaves and the flush of gasoline rolling into the Nova's tank.

Yep, shit had been fucked lately. Fucking Prince assigning me a deputy of his own clan, assassin's with foiled plots, fucking Baali. Jesus and his mother in a rowboat, its just ridiculous. Feels like I'm the only competent one around nowadays.

I slid the nozzle back into the pump and hopped in my car, eager to get out of the gas station. As I drove off, I checked my mirrors for any pursuers, but as always, there were none. As I turned onto Santa Monica and took the straight shot, I looked around at my baby, thinking about the damage that's been done to it lately. If these fuckers are gonna kill me, then just kill me. No need to bust up the Nova for chrissakes.

I pulled up outside Elysium, killed the engine, and sat attentively for a moment. It was time to meet the new Primogen, and I had to put on my best badass attitude. Fucking first impressions. I've only been dead for sixty years, and this image shit is already getting old. No wonder the Elders are so heartless.

I opened the door and awaited death for the second time that night, and again it didn't come. I slammed the car door behind me, strode across the street, adjusted my tie, and put on a shit-eating grin.

I'm the sheriff of the fucking Camarilla

I thought, imagining the Sabbat burning.

And this town ain't big enough for the both of us.