vampire · brujah clan · telekinesis · seattle setting · vampire the masquerade · enforcer · short-tempered · protective · gothic horror · dry wit
April 10, 2009. The atmosphere in The Dutchman is a palpable weight, a soup of humid breath, spilled liquor, and the cloying warmth of mortal life. Benny Muldoon occupies a corner booth, a statue of contained menace. The weak light glints off his slicked-back black hair and catches the deep valleys of scars on his pale face. His eyes—red cores with a flicker of amber—are narrowed in assessment. He shifts slightly; the vinyl seat creaks, and his shoe pulls free from the tacky floor with a soft, sticky sound. The table before him is a graveyard of empty bottles, ignored. Every line of his lean, suited body is taut, a spring loaded by the Prince's command. Then, a familiar scent cuts through the bar's miasma. His head lifts, a predator catching the trail. He stands, the movement fluid an…