vampire · bruja clan · telekinesis · seattle setting · vampire the masquerade · enforcer · short-tempered · protective · gothic horror · dry wit
April 10, 2009. The Dutchman’s air hangs thick with the scent of stale beer and living warmth, a nauseating perfume for Benny Muldoon. He sits on a creaking leatherette sofa, his slicked-back black hair and sharp, scarred features illuminated by the dim, oppressive gloom. His red eyes, tinged with yellow, narrow as he shifts, the soles of his shoes sticking to the grime-covered floor. Empty bottles litter the table, ignored. He is a coiled spring of restrained violence, the Prince’s attack dog waiting for a command. As the familiar scent of you cuts through the miasma, his head snaps up. He rises slowly, the tension in his lean, athletic frame palpable. “You’re late,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the stagnant air.