Frost was driving through the city with Hammond in the seat beside
him.  Suddenly he slammed on the brake.  Not 50 feet away Airegon was
sitting on the sidewalk with a puzzled look on her face.  "Something
wrong Frost?"  Hammond asked anxiously. It was obvious that Hammond was 
nervous being seen with Frost.

 "I'll be back in a second." Frost jumped out of the car.  He walked
towards Airegon and slumped down on the sidewalk beside her.  "Hey kid, 
you look blue."  Airegon looked his way and seeing who it was threw her 
arms around him.

 "I'm really happy to see you Frost," she said with uncharacteristic
happiness in her voice. "Where were you? I went to the apartment but you 
weren't there."

 "Sorry, due to unscheduled aggression on Leick's part I had to bug out 
of there quick."  Frost looked into Airegon's eyes. "Come on. Me and my 
friend are heading to my new place now. I have something I need to do, 
and you would be a big help."

 Frost got up and offered his hand to Airegon.  She took it and pulled
herself up.  She didn't let go of Frost's hand as they walked to the 
car.  Hammond observed the whole scene with a great deal of amusement. 
"Another young Vampire falling for the bad boy," thought Hammond. "Why 
don't I ever get lucky?"  Airegon piled into the small back seat of the 
Barracuda AAR and Frost into the driver's seat.  They drove off again 
heading towards Frost mansion.


      - End of post.
        Fredrick Frost,
        Caitiff.





The three Kindred sat in Frost's living room.  "You want to go into
Leick's base of operations, fight Leick, take your stupid rock back and 
get all of us out in one piece?  YOU'RE CRAZY!"  Airegon was very upset 
by the whole concept. "I've been in there. It's really heavily guarded.  
You won't get 50 feet without dying.  Not with three of us anyway."

 "Not to worry: I called an old friend to give us a hand," stated Frost 
with his usual coolness.  "She should be here tomorrow night."  Hammond 
smiled knowing who Frost was talking about.

 "She? She who?" Airegon was agitated and pacing around.

 "Her name's Rachelle," Hammond said grinning. "She used to be Freddy's 
student.  He cut her sire's head off about three minutes after she was 
Embraced.  Then he taught her how to fight.  A couple years ago she went 
her own way and Fred went his. They ain't together no more so you can 
have Frost here."  Frost squirmed at the last part.

 "Yeah she was almost as good as me," Frost's eyes wandered for a
moment.  "So Airegon will you help us?"

 "Yeah I'll help, it's against my better judgment but OK."  Airegon's 
eyes looked up with disdain.  What was she doing joining this suicide 
mission?  Then a thought crossed her mind.  "Hey Frost, at the boarding 
house (you know where some of the vampires stay?) I saw this freaky 
chick playing with this crystal.  She mentioned something about not 
letting someone have it.  That's why I was looking for you."

 "What color?"  Frost's asked half heartedly.

 "Purple." Airegon was perplexed by Frost's reaction. "You don't look 
too happy 'bout this."

 Frost looked at Masamune which was sitting on the coffee table.  "It
means that Nalal was right." Frost sighed heavily, he didn't really want 
to admit this but he had no choice.  "Something is pulling the Crystal 
to this spot."  Frost closed his eyes suppressing the fear he felt. 
"This stupid rock is more dangerous than anything else in the universe. 
I don't want to mess with it more than I have to.  She can keep her 
piece - it's safer not to have them all together."  Frost reopened his 
eyes. "We need all the rest we can get. Why don't we continue this some 
other night?"  Frost escorted Airegon to one of the spare bedrooms and 
said goodnight then went back to the living room.  Hammond was still 
there.

 "She likes you Frost," he said bluntly. "She's got no heart except for 
what she feels for you.  Right now she'll walk into hell for you because 
she doesn't know what she's feeling.  You sure you know what your 
doing?"

 "No, Johnnie, I don't have a damn clue what the hell I'm doing."  Frost 
didn't say another word.  He picked up Masamune and  went to a nearby 
room and closed the door.

THE NEXT NIGHT

 When Airegon and Hammond woke up, Frost was already in the courtyard
practicing with his sword.  He moved slowly and gracefully almost as if 
no gravity pulled him.  Airegon looked at him with intrigue.  Even as 
the two walked up to him Frost did not stop.  Then Airegon noticed
another vampire walking into the courtyard.  She was about the same
height as Airegon but seemed more feminine than she was.  Airegon saw
Frost flinch as she came near.  The newcomer didn't say a word.  She 
knew Frost's state of concentration was essential to finishing the 
exercise.  Airegon tried to speak once or twice but Hammond put his hand 
up indicating that it would not be wise.  Frost was releasing his anger 
through a series of motions.  He needed to clear his head before forming 
a plan so as not to overlook anything because of arrogance, the smallest 
mistake in this operation would mean certain death to one of them or 
perhaps all of them.  The "dance" lasted almost an hour.  Frost never 
lost his focus. This dance was an art he had perfected over his life.  
Finally Frost planted Masamune in the ground and looked around.  
Noticing only now that others had arrived on the scene.

 The new arrival spoke first: "Hey Fredrick Frost. "She moved towards 
him and kissed him on the cheek.  Airegon twitched angrily at this 
action but Hammond held her back gently indicating that fighting this 
vampire was a mistake.  "You said there would just be the three of us, 
who's the kid?  Your new girl Frost?"  She smiled at Airegon. "Did you 
finally ditch the dust bag Methuselah you hung out with for a while?"

 Before Frost could answer any of the questions Airegon stepped towards 
the newcomer.  "My name's Airegon.  And I'm not Frost's girl.  I look 
out for one person: ME."

 "My name's Rachelle," said the new vampire leaning towards Airegon.  
She put her mouth close and whispered into Airegon's ear: "If you don't 
care about him why didn't you like me kissing him?"  She pulled back 
swiftly and turned to Frost. "Come on, we have a lot of planning to do."  
Hammond, Frost and Rachelle started walking towards the house.  Airegon 
stood still a moment.

As Frost left he picked up his sword.  He looked back at Airegon.  He
would give real money to know what Rachelle had whispered.  Oh well, no 
matter.  Now there were more important things to think about... like the 
Crystal of Darkness.



       - End of post.
         Fredrick Frost,
         Caitiff.



Leick stood in the middle of the street, holding the blue Crystal of 
Oceans in his right fist. Since retrieving it he had never let it out of 
his sight. Something about the crystal made him want to keep it safe, to 
protect it somehow. And there was something else, a yearning... as if 
the crystal were calling out to its fellows. Or maybe that was just 
Leick's excuse for wanting to own them all: it was easier to believe the 
Crystals were calling to each other than to admit your own greed.
     A bright light assaulted Leick then, as two intense beams 
approached fast from his right. A loud roar accompanied them. The 
Primogen merely turned his head to look at the approaching car. The 
vehicle skidded to a stop just before hitting him. Leick stood there 
staring for a moment before stepping out of the way to let the car past. 
As it began moving again, the driver leaned his head out the window and 
yelled a profanity at him. Leick felt his eye teeth extending as the 
blood lust grew. He had to shake the feeling off. He didn't want to have 
to chase after the car. There were plenty of sources of blood in this 
city. No need to expend that kind of energy.
     The Brujah was about to walk away when he heard a familiar voice, 
speking in hushed tones. He frowned. Where had he heard that voice 
before? It sounded like... it was Karenthuras! That Tremere recluse who 
lived in the forest, the one who wouldn't give Leick the advice he asked 
for. What was he doing here?
      Just then, Leick felt a tugging from his right fist. It was the 
blue crystal, it was pulling gently towards the sound of the voice. What 
was it?
     The Cainite edged his way silently toward the voice's source. He 
walked among the bushes that lined the sidewalk until he saw 
Karenthuras. The Tremere was escorting a young female (Leick recognized 
her from her Presentation to the Prince) called Sheilina. Where was he 
taking her, and why?
     The tugging of the blue crystal became more insistant, answering 
his question. The Crystal sensed its brother. One of those Kindred had a 
crystal, and Leick's wanted to join with it. It was urging Leick to take 
the other.
     No. Leick shook his head. Not now, out in the open. Certainly not 
alone against the powerful Tremere - he couldn't.
     But despite these silent protestations, the Primogen felt himself 
stepping out into the open, blocking Karl and Sheilina's way. He heard 
himself say: "Hand over the crystal!"
     Karl dropped into a feral position, his face contorting, snarling. 
Sheilina cringed behind him, afraid.
     "Well?" Leick growled. "Where is it?"
     "You'll never get it!" Karenthuras proclaimed, his voice gruff.
     Leick suspected his words were true. The Tremere was protected by 
powerful spells and creatures from other Realms. If he was involving 
himself in these affairs, Leick felt he hadn't a chance.
     But then something unexpected occurred. Leick held up the blue 
crystal, his palm open. The Ocean Crystal flared brightly, the blue 
light blinding everyone, including Leick. Eventually, the light dimmed, 
revealing Karl and Sheilina lifeless on the ground.
     Are they dead? Leick asked himself.

     -No- came a voice in his head. -Look, there's water seeping out of 
their mouths. The crystal filled their lungs with sea water. They will 
live, but the drowning has momentarily incapacitated them. Quickly! The 
crystal! -

     Leick didn't need to be told twice. He saw the pruple glow 
emanating from within Sheilina's coat, and he grabbed the crystal. This 
one burned hot, unlike the blue one, and stung his hand a little. He 
noticed the two crystals pulsated oddly, almost like they were 
communicating with each other. Shaking his head, Leick shoved the two 
into his pocket and ran off into the night.






      When Shelina awoke, she was on the cold ground. The sky was 
beginning to lighten in a false dawn. Sunrise was only an hour or so 
away. She sat up, and found herself retching. Her lungs were filled with 
a heavy liquid, and she spent the next few minutes spitting all of it 
out. How had this occurred? She was nowhere near the sea!
      Then the events from before came flooding back, and she reached 
into her coat. The crystal was gone!
      Karenthuras stood up. He seemed none the worse for wear. Sheilina 
reached up her hand, and Karl took it to help the girl up.
      "Was he the one?" she asked. "The one you warned me about?"
      "One of them," Karenthuras said. "There is another who has more of 
the crystals and is also attempting to retrieve them all."
      "Could that one help me get mine back?" she demanded.
      Karl sighed. "Yes," he admitted. "I suppose he could."
      "Well?" Sheilina asked. "Who is he?"
     

      Karenthuras was dismayed. He had failed to protect the crystal. 
Now Sheilina's only hope to get it back was the Caitiff Fredrick Frost. 
He would have to tell her. And she would go. And then she would be lost 
forever.


       - End of post.
         Rutger Leick,
         Brujah Primogen.





A memory flashed inside Karl's head.  He was a neonate at the time and 
his sire was telling him off for something. 

'Karl, you must remember, some time in the future I will not be here to 
guide you.  You must make your own decisions and suffer the consequences 
of your actions.'

'I understand, sire, but..'

'No, Karl, you don't then.  There are no buts.  This is why so many 
childer are lost.  You must never take anything to do with them, set 
yourself apart from them and you will learn a better doctrine.'

Shaking himself out of the past, Karl thought to himself:  Sheilina 
should be allowed to make her own informed decision about the matter.

"His name is Fredrick Frost.  I don't know where he dwells in the city, 
but I know of a Kindred called Nalal, who will know exactly of his 
whereabouts."

Karl knew Sheilina would never be the same after meeting with Frost.  He 
realised that the next time they met, she may be biased towards a 
foolish cause and in that, be Karl's enemy.

Nalal would be her last chance before meeting with Frost.  Only he could 
stop her making this decision now.


    - End of Post.
      Karenthuras,
      Tremere.



The stereo in the room pulsed out the mellow sounds of the song 'Leave 
it Alone'.  Frost enjoyed this song.  The band that performed it was 
called Moist, several other songs on this CD were also enjoyable but 
this was Frost's favorite.  Frost closed his eyes and tried to make 
sense of the last few weeks.  Things had started out going well, 
unfortunately that had passed all too quickly.  Now Frost and his 
handful of friends were going to take on the major power in the city.  
Rutger Leick the Brujah Primogen.  Fortunately for them Airegon had more 
than a passing knowledge of Leick's stronghold.  Outside Frost could 
hear Airegon and Rachelle training.  Rachelle was showing Airegon some 
complex sword moves.  In only three nights she had progressed further 
than Frost ever would have anticipated.  She had skill; her celerity 
didn't hurt either.  But Frost feared that it wouldn't be enough.  He 
didn't consider taking the crystal from Leick extremely difficult at all 
- it was Specter he feared.  She had great power and Frost doubted if 
Leick's mind was strong enough to resist her.  He hoped he was wrong.  
If it came down to a battle with Specter even with Masamune's protection 
he could never hope to defeat her.  The song Frost was listening to came 
to an end. Frost leaned forward and shut off the CD player.  He got up 
out of his chair and walked towards the door leading to the courtyard.

As he opened the door he could see Rachelle parrying a very well placed 
blow by Airegon.  Airegon was using a English style broadsword while 
Rachelle was fighting with a  Musketeer style French broadsword; both 
were a stark contrast to Frost's Katana style blade.  Rachelle was 
fighting very defensively while Airegon was very aggressive.
Rachelle, biding her time, deflected a hard blow to her left side.  She 
whirled around knocking Airegon down with a hard blow to the head with 
the guard of her sword.  As the exercise ended Frost walked towards the 
two.  They both looked at him.  "She's too good it's not fair," Airegon 
said mockingly. "Hey Frost why don't you try fighting her?"  Rachelle 
looked amused by this concept.

Frost shrugged. "Too much of a challenge."  He paused, smiling. "For her 
I mean."

"Hey those are fighting words Frost," said Rachelle, trying to look
serious. "Draw your sword."  

   Frost complied and crouched into a snake-strike position with his 
sword held above his head.  As Rachelle's sword came down, he dodged it 
quickly, countering with a low swipe.  The blunt end of Frost's sword 
hit Rachelle's leg and sent her jumping back in pain. The fight was 
interrupted as Hammond came running into the courtyard. The two put down 
their swords as he came near.  His dark face had a look of concern on 
it.  He had gone into the city to get some supplies and see what was 
going on in the vampire community.

"Frost, Leick got it: that purple crystal!" said Hammond gasping (a 
psychological effect since vampires don't, of course, actually need to 
breathe). "The word on the street is he blasted the weird wizard vamp 
that lives in the forest and some punk kid with that blue crystal he got 
off you."

"It can't be!" Frost exclaimed. He had never mastered the Crystals' 
powers. "Only someone with an enormous amount of power could
actually control the power of the crystal."  Frost's face went a little 
paler. "That means she must be controlling him - using him to get the 
crystals."

Knowing exactly who Frost meant by 'she', Rachelle yelled, "We gotta get 
those crystals back ASAP.  We gotta make our move now before she gets 
any more."  Rachelle could see the look of concern on Frost's face. "The 
kid's ready Frost." Frost didn't look convinced. "We don't have time to 
bat this around Frost, we have to move."

"Your right," said Frost with a sigh. "She is ready. We all are.  Let's 
just hope Leick's not."



      - End of post.
        Fredrick Frost,
        Caitiff.




Nalal's small head jerked up from the huge, leather-bound tome he 
was reading. Was that a knock at the door? He wasn't expecting anyone. 
No, it must have been something else. He turned his attention back to 
the book.
    There it was again! A timid pounding at the door. Who could it be? 
Nalal sent his mind out toward the door. This type of Auspex wasn't 
Nalal's strong suit - but he was adept enough to sense that the aura of 
the visitor was that of a Cainite. Well, at least his Haven hadn't been 
discovered by Kine - he'd have trouble explaining that to the Prince.
    His curiosity piqued, the Toreador got up and shuffled over to the 
door. He cracked it open. "Who is it?" he grumbled. The light over the 
door was out and he dared not replace it for fear of a human noticing 
the change.
    "It's Sheilina," came a small female voice.
    "Who?" Nalal didn't recognize the name.
    "I'm a Caitiff from across town. Karenthuras sent me."
    That surprised Nalal. Old Karl usually didn't take much to do with 
the affairs of his fellow Kindred. He may not be Inconnu, but he was 
fairly secluded. There must have been a good reason for him meeting with 
the girl and sending her here.
    "Very well," said Nalal shortly. "Come on in, quickly." Sheilina 
edged past him, and the Toreador looked swiftly about for onlookers and, 
satisfied, closed the door.
    "So," he said at last, "what are you here for."
    "Something of mine was stolen," she informed him.
    "This ain't Lost Property kid," he told her. "What's this got to do 
with me?"
    She shifted nervously. "It wasn't an ordinary item. It was a 
Crystal."
    Nalal's eyes shut. Another piece of that damned Crystal of Darkness. 
It was just as he had feared - they were coming together. "Which one."
    "Sorcery," was all she replied.
    "Who took it?" he asked, eyes still closed. "That fool Frost?"
    "No," she said. "It was Leick."
    Nalal's eyes shot open then. Leick? He was supposed to preventing 
the formation, not collecting Crystals. The power of the Crystal must 
have gotten to him too. "I understand the seriousness of this (more, I 
would imagine, than you do) but I must ask again: What do you want me to 
do about it?"
    "Tell me where Frost is," she said.
    "What?" he exclaimed. "Frost is the last person you should be 
contacting. He's as bad as Leick!"
    "I need to get it back!" Sheilina said loudly. "He's my only hope."
    Just as Nalal was about to argue again, a feeling came over him. It 
was that sense again - the one he had felt that night a few weeks ago 
when talking to Frost. No Auspex could directly read that Caitiff, but 
Nalal's power spoke to him in a strange way. The vague eeriness about 
Frost gained more solidity suddenly, and Nalal was aware of part of his 
aura. This changed everything, the Toreador realised. Of course he still 
can't be allowed to piece together the crystal, but I do believe he's 
the only one who can stop Leick doing so.
    "Okay," Nalal surrendered. "I will agree that you should see Frost. 
But why come to me?"
    "Karenthuras said you know where he lives."
    "That may have been true," Nalal admitted, "but his presence is no 
longer in the city. I suspect he has moved outside the town's 
influence."
    "So you don't know where he lives?"
    "That's correct," Nalal told her, "but you know."
    "What do you mean?" Sheilina was confused. "If I knew where he was I 
wouldn't have needed to come here."
    "Use your Auspex," Nalal advised. "If that fails, cast a location 
spell." Sheilina flinched at the mention of a spell. "And if none of the 
above work, hire a car and drive around the outskirts until you find 
him. This isn't exactly New York. There are only fifty or so Kindred 
here: you'll find him."
    Sheilina nodded quietly and turned towards the door. Nalal had sat 
back down in front of his book, when a great psychic wind roared upward 
from the pages, spinning his mind.
    "Wait!" he yelled to the girl who was just leaving.
    "What is it?" she asked, puzzled.
    "I've just thought of something. When you see Frost, tell him the 
land grows restless. The power of the city will be his destruction."
    "What does that mean?" she asked.
    "I'm not one hundred percent sure," the Toreador admitted. "But I 
know one thing. It's not good."

   
 
        - End of post.
          Nalal,
          Toreador.



Airegon was waiting for everyone to get ready. She, Frost and 
Rachelle were already prepared.

   Airegon didn't like her: she knew of her feelings towards Frost, that 
she kept denying herself. Plus she had kissed him. Airegon wondered was 
there something going on between them that she didn't know about?

   Did anyone else know of her feeling towards Frost?

   And what should she do about it if they did?

   Was there anything she could do about it?

   And would she always feel this way about Frost?

   Suddenly Airegon stopped. She had to concentrate on the task ahead. 
Besides, everyone was ready now and they were about to set off on their 
way.


     - End of post.
       Airegon,
       Brujah.



Sheilina drove out of New Chelsea.  She hadn't wanted to cast a spell 
so she followed Nalal's advice and let her Auspex guide her.  She let 
herself be led by its power.  Of course, not knowing who Frost was 
exactly would hamper her but she had gotten a pretty good idea of who 
she was looking for from Karl.

   Suddenly, she hit the brakes - just outside a large mansion on the 
outskirts of town.  "Here! I hope. I would hate to find out he wasn't 
here."  She got out of the car and walked up to the house and knocked on 
the door.  No answer. She knocked a little louder.  Then finally: "Who's 
there?"

   "Sheilina," she replied, trying to sound confident.

   "And that's supposed to mean something to me?" came the cautious 
reply.

   "Nalal sent me." That was the only response she could think of. 
Apparently it was enough.

   "Now that's another story," said the voice, now more friendly, though 
still clearly wary. Perhaps the name of Nalal was not quite as well 
received here as it once was.

   The door opened and Sheilina found herself face to face with another 
Caitiff holding a sword.  The Masamune, she thought.  Sheilina nearly 
took a step back.  She had heard of it, but had never actually seen it. 
If he were to get all of the Crystals like Karl said he was trying to 
do, and had the Masamune...the result could be disastrous.  No one could 
control that kind of power.

   "What does Nalal want and why'd he send you?" Frost asked.

   "He - I, well, I sort of lost the sorcery crystal and I want it back.  
Karl told me you could help me and then he sent me to Nalal.  And Nalal 
told me you had left town and I had to find you and, well, here I am," 
she finished lamely.

   "And why should I help you?  For all I know you could be trying to 
put the Crystal together yourself."  Frost didn't quite trust her, but 
he did sense that she had some strong magical powers, which could be 
useful-or dangerous.

   "I'm not trying to put the Crystal together.  I'm trying to keep 
others from putting it together."  Sheilina winced and thought that was 
the entirely wrong thing to say.  If he was trying to put it together, 
he wouldn't was someone who was trying to keep it apart hanging around.  
Great, she thought. "There was something else," she added suddenly.

   "What's that?"

   "Nalal said to tell you that the power of the Earth is gathering, and 
it will rise up to strangle the life that has corrupted it." She 
realised as she spoke that she was adding words to those Nalal had 
spoken. But it wasn't her will that embellished, it was her Auspex.

   This Frost could not ignore. He opened the door slightly to let her 
in.

   Well, Shelina thought. I'm in. Now what?



     - End of post.
       Sheilina,
       Caitiff.



Frost looked at the young Kindred with an angry intensity. Foolish
child.  Coming to him was a mistake.  He wouldn't give the crystal back 
to her even if he got it.  She was too weak.  They all were.  The
crystal was too strong even with magical protection or an enchanted
sword.  Something in the balance of the universe was offset.  Somehow 
the balance between good and evil was tipping, and the Crystal's 
gathering must be an effect of that. The power the Crystal granted was 
unclear, but one thing was certain: it could never be permitted to be 
assembled. He knew that now, though he hadn't just a few days ago. But 
with so many of them in one place it was almost inevitable that the 
Crystal would become whole, for the first time in at least 7000 years.  
"All right we'll hold off the attack for three nights,"  said Frost 
shaking of the daze he was in.

 "What!" screamed Rachelle. "You can't be serious.  We can't let that 
bitch work anymore."

 "Listen Rachelle" retorted Frost angrily "I've been drawing a lot of 
energy from Masamune since I came here." Frost was lying,  Masamune's 
energy was full.  Since he had moved away from the city it had 
recharged.  Sheilina tried to talk but Frost stopped her. "This isn't up 
for debate.  That's the way it is.  You,"  he turned towards Sheilina. 
"Get out of here.  Go to Nalal tell him to remember Ypres - he'll  know 
what I'm talking about."  She didn't move. "NOW!" Frost screamed at her 
drawing his sword.  Stunned by this outburst the Neonate moved towards 
the door.  Frost turned away from the others and went into his room.  He 
slumped down in the chair.  A few minutes later the door opened gently. 
Frost could sense it was Airegon who seemed to be ignoring the warning 
from Hammond and Rachelle.

 "Something wrong Frost?" She had a sort of softness growing in her 
voice over the last few days.  The tenderness that comes from affection. 
Frost knew this affection could be very dangerous to both of them in 
this time of crisis.  "Last couple days you look really off your game." 
Frost didn't answer her. "Is it me?"  Frost eyes popped open.

 "No." He paused for a moment sighing. "It's just that the fabric of the 
universe is coming apart thread by thread.  And the more I try to fix 
thing the more strings get pulled out.  Nothings the way it should be." 
He looked into Airegon's eyes. "You sure you want to get involved in all 
this?"

 "You kidding, this is the only exciting thing that's happened in this 
town... Ever. I wouldn't miss it for the world."  Frost stood.  He 
reached his hand towards her face and stroked the back of his hand down 
her left cheek.  Then he leaned over and kissed her gently.  Then 
without saying anything else he went out into the courtyard.  Airegon 
stood there a long moment, not understanding anything that had happened.  
Frost sat on the grass outside wondering what the future would hold for 
all of them. Hammond was practicing, was punching on the punching bag he 
set up in his room when Rachelle walked in.

 "Johnnie.  We need to talk."  Hammond turned around.  "It's Frost."
Hammond turned back to his punching bag.

 "Forget it Rachelle. I'm not gonna betray 'im." Hammond punched the bag 
hard. "He's my friend and he saved my life. I'm not going to betray 
him."

 "That's not what I was gonna say."  She looked up. "You know what he's 
going to do don't you?  He'll get all big and brave and try to face 
Leick alone.  And then that ancient bitch will show up and Frost won't 
be as lucky as the last time he fought her.  She'll kill him." A tear 
rolled down her cheek.

 "You still love him don't you?"  Hammond punched the bag again.

 "We were together for 55 years, I think it goes way, way beyond love
Johnnie."  She shut her eyes tight, as if the action were like closing a 
dam.  "But this kid she loves him too, I can feel it, but he cares about 
her too... which is what worries me."

 Hammond looked at her for a second.  "I don't know what to tell you
girl.  But I say: suck it up. Keep it inside.  Once we get this mess
straightened out, then you can pop like a balloon."  Rachelle nodded
knowing he was right.  Then she left as quietly as she had come.


      - End of post.
        Fredrick Frost,
        Caitiff.




The moon was almost full in the sky, the wind gentle on the young 
Kindred's face.  He poised for the coming attack, from the woman who 
should be well out of her depth.  The Gangrel let a chain slip down his 
sleeve into his firm grasp, as he paced his way round her, sizing her 
other up.

She took her blow, missed, but the Gangrel retaliated before she could 
compose herself again.  The chain tightened round her neck and, with a 
quick yank, she was on the ground.

The Gangrel approached her with evil intent, but when he got close, she 
stuck him with a stake.  The Gangrel froze on his feet and fell.  From a 
pouch, the woman produced a spray bottle, covering him with a generous 
layer, then, lighting it, the Gangrel went up in flames.  His screams of 
terror were unbearable as he began to lose his immortality.  Not content 
with this, she pulled a sword, which was saddled neatly on her back, and 
decapitated her victim.

The body of the Kindred disintegrated away to nothing, the woman walked 
away from the scene and the onlooker turned another direction to mourn 
the loss.

    - End of Post.
      Onlooker,
      Kindred.