by Jon Coplin
"So, like, we get to keep it tonight?" David examined the short, naked, green and wrinkly female goblin as it squatted and looked fearfully about the room of Kindred.
"Well, he did give it to me for my ‘pleasures’," replied Alex, the Tremere who had just returned from a meeting with the Unseelie Court’s Magus.
"Whatever. A pet goblin. Who’da thunk it?" David quipped as he looked at the goblin with more than a little hunger. He had heard that fae blood was dangerous, and it was also very good. He was debating the dangers of it. While he enjoyed existence as a vampire of Clan Brujah, he did miss the pleasures of alcohol and other drugs just a bit. "Well, if you’re not going to use her, can I?"
Alex considered and glanced to Rosemundi, an elder member of his Clan and the one who had taken charge of this coterie, much to David’s chagrin. She gave a slight shrug. Alex turned back to David, who was still examining the nervous gobliness hungrily.
"Go ahead."
The others of the coterie, Hakeem and Ishmael of Clan Ravnos, The Shadow of Clan Malkavian, Miriam of Clan Toreador, and Donovan, a Kiasyd of probationary status, watched this exchange with mild interest. Donovan debated on whether mentioning what he knew of Fae blood to David, but knowing his nature he decided he would refrain from comment. Also, judging from David’s knowledge of the Fae he had already expressed, he decided he might already know.
David smiled a bit wickedly. He didn’t even know where the hell they were, other than an Unseelie Court, but he was going to get some redemption out of this hellish experience. "Come here lil girl… time to get daddy’s din-din," he crooned, coaxing the gobliness towards him. She moved forward hesitantly.
"Now tilt your head back for me… I’m hungry." The gobliness suddenly brightened up and her hands suddenly gripped a withered dug and held it out for him. Several of the Kindred began snickering and others looked a bit sick.
David repressed a shudder. "No, you stupid thing, your neck," he said as he tilted her head back and sank his fangs into her.
The vitae hit with a rush. It was the greatest thing he had ever tasted. He drank slowly, savoring it. It was magic in his mouth. The rush overwhelmed him slowly as he drank and gobliness moaned. Desire grew in the heat of his Kiss, and suddenly he knew that he must have this goblin.
His head remained in a fog of desire as he licked the wounds. His voice sounded to him like it was coming through a wall. "Alex… what do you want for the goblin?"
Alex smiled to himself. "Three major boons," he replied without hesitancy.
"Deal," agreed David without even considering as he scooped the gobliness over his shoulder and carried her to the communal tub in the center of the room.
The events of the next hour I shall not repeat. Several were nauseated by the scene. Many laughed. One was impressed by the skill displayed by the enamored Brujah.
After a long, arduous session of lovemaking in the waters, David leaned forward to kiss the enchanting creatures neck, and nipped delicately, sipping again. What followed this, was even worse.
It will be described.
As he licked the wound closed and the gobliness continued to writhe and moan a bit, for such as she were not used to such pleasures, David began to shake.
Suddenly, vitae erupted from his mouth. And then his nose. It began to spray from his eyes and ears as his very body erupted in a shower of crimson rain, drenching both himself and his now panicky and frightened partner.
Most decided to stare at the walls and pretend they didn’t just see that. The Tremere just laughed and decided what to do with their assinine coterie member. Everyone agreed on one thing that night.
The Fae, from the most powerful Red Caps and Trolls to the lowliest Goblins, were indeed very dangerous.