German’s Final Nights: “Melting Ice”

Notes by Michael

I see that Gangrel smooching a Cammie girl and my blood is on fire. I nod to Angelo and Vandal and make the sign for us to flank them around the enclosure. We are made — I notice by the way the Gangrel’s fire-hot eyes flare that the heretic is on to us. Fuck! Our Eyes of the Beast must’ve tipped them off and the beasts are bucking. No matter, the time to attack is now!

We circle around and move in for the kill as the Gangrel begins to transform into a fucking wolf. That Cammie girl in a cocktail dress looks around, wild-eyed, as though she’s talking to the air. She jumps into the enclosure and the near-wolf follows her.

Not the pandas! I think to myself. They didn’t do nothing to you! Monsters.

A familiar voice enters my head unbidden. Bishop Alverez’ butt boy Montbatton must be slinking around somewhere. Instead of helping us ice these motherfuckers, he says to me, “not the girl . . . kill the wolf! I want the girl brought alive!”

Fucking nutzo Malk doesn’t care to elaborate, but I don’t give a fuck. It isn’t the girl I’m after anyway: it’s this traitor to the blood, this whore to the Antediluvians, this fucking Gangrel. Anyway, the girl disappears into the bamboo, so I’ll decide whether to listen to Montbatton after the wolf is dealt with. I’m leaning toward a “fuck you,” though.

I hear a rallying cry and I know the game is on. Shit’s going down at the pansy party down the path. Time to fuck this Gangrel up. Vandal and Angelo sweep in, vaulting over the enclosure fence and corner the transforming beast. I launch myself into the air and straddle the fence to see what kind of trouble I can get into.

I meet the gaze of poor Hsing-Hsing the Panda. He tells me he is happy enough with the free bamboo, but here he is, stuck in a little fake forest cubby with some skinny broad he can’t stand for more than three minutes at a time. I mean, sure, they mated and all, but mostly because everyone wanted them to. “Hizzy” really wants more outta life. I don’t have much good to tell him except that I will be happy to set him free soon . . . but first he has to defend himself from the awful wolf in his territory. Hsing-Hsing nods and dutifully bitch slaps the traitor wolf.

But just as things are going well, some crazy bish appears behind Vandal and about slices his head clean off. She then launches into what I can only describe as a meltdown of epic proportions with the aid of two very sharp knives and stabs my best comrade fifty-thousand times. Clearly, she’s a serial killer who gets off on this kinda shit. And I’ve heard the Cammies say that we are the sadistic fucks! Please!

Not much time to ponder the loss of my bosom buddy as you slink on behind me. You’re pretty spry for a suit, you know. You knock me off the fence and onto the ground after slicing me up good and plenty. I’m totally fucked as you jump on top of me, pierce my neck with your fangs and the struggle really begins.

The buildings explode across town and I know that shit is popping off even as you wrestle my soul from my dying body. Your victory will be a very short one.

So, you enjoy your din-din as I can feel that foul temptress who had been sucking face with the traitor mind-fuck me. But I’m so focused on trying to wrestle you off me or to resist in any way that I can’t even stop her from seeing everything I know. Ah well, I hope she chokes on it. Won’t do her or you any good, now will it? All she’ll learn is just how fucked you all are. Surrounded. We’ve won. Just a matter of time now.

So, you’ll taste my soul, but yours will be in the belly of one of my comrades soon anyway. Cycle of life and shit. All hail Caine.