Writing Chronicles of Malkav(Otherwise: Side Phases) [M]

[Malkav]

About a year ago, a friend of mine created a Fanfic about vicious(of cowboy bebop fame)'s adopted son that went on to be a very wacky, yet fun adventure where he added in people from myO as side characters, including Malkav(me). This inspired me to write a story on the side about myself to fulfill my ego as well as provide some insight into the backstory of my character. This paid off and eventually I created a 13 Episode saga all for me and what little entricacies I have an impulse to fill. So if you've made it this far into the introduction, please enjoy the story.

Side Phase 1
Harlem Nocturne

Some call me Lord, others call me Deus, but you may call me Malkav. Or Deus Ex Maccus, it doesn?t matter much anymore. Soon after I left Bingo to his own devices, Patches and I found ourselves on the next shuttle to the space colony, Harlem. We had a mission, well I had one, he was along for the ride. We had decided to travel incognito, I dying my hair black and sporting some very fashionable sunglasses, and he dawning priestly robes and letting his hair fall down around his elfish ears. Somewhere along the flight, Patches turned to me.
?My lord,? he began, I never told him to call me that, but I?m not in any position to stop him, ?where are we going??
?Close your eyes, and listen.? I told him, I waited for the reaction to come across his face, after he heard the song.
?Who is that siren? Who sings such a lovely song??
?The one we are looking for.? I told him coldly.
?And what of Bingo? Would he not be of more help than I?? he asked.
I found the question to be quite the insult, ?And why not you??
?Well, my lord, he has a better chance of survival than I. And this siren, do you simply expect us to??
Before he could finish, he found that his voice had gone. He looked at me bewildered, mouthing out my lord.
?If anything,? I began, ?he knows how to keep his fucking mouth shut. Now, we have a 30 hour flight ahead of us. Each second you will spend preparing. Do you understand me??
He mouthed something out again, but suddenly went catatonic. Deep within the recesses of his own mind, he would find what he needs to survive the days, months, perhaps even years, to come.
I closed my eyes to wait out the last hours of the flight, through the recesses of my mind, it rushed back to me as plain as day. That laughing, that maniacal laughing in which made me suffer. Which drove me to madness, how it hurt her?
I awoke, dazed and crazed with the flight. I looked at Patches, his soft eyes and melancholic face played across my mind, he reminded me so much of myself when I was young. So much so, that my mind even went as far as to show his face as mine had been oh so many millennia ago. Perhaps he felt my presence upon him in his state of catatonia.
We arrived in Harlem late into the night. There, fresh from his state of catatonia, Patches acted as a mute. We were there to see an old friend of mine, Varros Dominus. Though, some might know him by his pen name, Phantomas, the true phantom of the opera. he has been hidden away beneath Notre Dame in Paris for thousands of years, keeping as neutral and invisible as possible, and has adopted quite well to information technology and possesses extremely powerful computer systems in a number of mysterious warehouses in Paris, as well as in secret tunnels below the City of Lights. Dedicated to one great purpose: the creation of a complete Encyclopaedia Vampirica, replete with all knowledge of the race of Kindred. One of his most important accomplishments to date is his Geneologica Vampirica. This computer database model is the most accurate in existence and not only gives lineage, but is rife with intimate biographies and life details of nearly every kindred known (and some unknown) to exist now or ever. His genealogical chart linking kindred by clan and sire was the most complete family tree ever done of the kindred. An obsessive seeker of knowledge, Phantomas is the ultimate hacker. And, knowing him, he has some information that would be of use to me. After the gate explosion, Phantomas moved his operations to this small satellite, and thus this is where I am determined to find him. I knew there could only be one place that nossie could be hiding, and that would be in the sewers.
Patches and I descended into the dank quarters. Where our arrival was immediately met by organ music.
?Patches, he knows we?re here.? I said, as somewhat of a warning.
He hissed quickly, ?Sire, I have taken upon something new.?
I looked at him quizzically, this was not the time. ?What?s that??
?I am now the Eater. I?ve discovered the secret to eating names.?
?Eating names?? I asked him, he had found his madness.
?Yes, I hunger for names. Let me devour this Phantomas?s and prove my insanity to you.? he said, licking and smacking his lips.
For the rest of the time we were in the sewer, Patches the Eater found himself spouting out many names: John, Chris, Kenny, Greg, mmm yes Greg is tasty. I did not bother to ask, because this was his derangement now. He was the Malkavian: Patches the Eater.
?Why have you trespassed on my domain, Interlopers.? we heard a booming voice say above all else in the sewers, ?You are not welcome here Mekhet.?
I continued walking, ignoring his attempt at trying to sound powerful.
?Mekhet, you are not welcome here.? came the voice over the organ again.
I began to loose my temper and fall into something my children called, Malk Content. A state of mind that perhaps would be best left alone. A frenzy if it were.
?Phantomas,? I said, nonchalantly, ?where is she? Where is my Arikel??
No answer.
?Phan?Vassor, answer me now or my buddy here is going to eat your fucking name, and there ain?t shit you can do about it. And stop calling me Mekhet! You have no right!? I said, Patches? eyes grew wild with hunger. ?Yeah, this guy is fucking hungry. Look at his eyes.?
?Dumb ass I can?t see his fucking eyes, we?re in the god damn dark.?
We went back and forth like that for about two more hours before his skinny ass finally showed up.
?What do you want?? he asked, his voice sounding defeated.
?You know what I?m here for, tell me all you know of Arikel.? I began.
?Blue water, blue sky.? he said to me, the words stung me, ?You know where I?m going with this do you not??
I pulled out my .454 and pointed it straight at his head, ?I need more information.?
?Or what? You?re going to shoot me. Very well thought out, Malkav, but all in all??
Before he could finish his sentence, Patches yelled out in the most surprising of manners, ?Phantomas!? and suddenly, the old phantom became as a pillar of salt.
?My god?? I said, looking from patches to the salt flowing to the ground, ?You really can eat names, can?t you??
Patches turned to me in the darkness, and suddenly said, ?Ishtar is with one of four people, sire: The first being Nissiku, the clever prince; the second being Elimelech, the twice damned; the third being Lamdiel, the angel; and the last being the Sphinx, the creature who presented the riddle of god and man onto Oepidus.?
A single blood tear fell from my eyes.
?My?my children.? I said, quickly gaining my composure I motioned to Patches, ?You stole his mind and soul along with his name, didn?t you??
Patches? silence said enough.
?Who were they Sire?? he asked.
?The original Midnight Carnival. We must go, I have to find her. My Ishtar, no?My Arikel?
We immediately left, bound for the ruins of Earth.

Side Phase 2
Speak Softly Love

?Sire, although Varros had information on the big four (he had come to call them that), I?d like to know. Who are they? He only knew names and locations.? Patches asked me, we looked on from the shuttle to earth.
Not in three hours had we spoken to one another, at least until Patches broke the silence.
?They are what I once was. That is all you need to know. I have to become as they are once more.? I said.
?Well why are we going to earth?? he asked, ?They?re actually spread across the system.?
I cut my eyes to him, ?You mean to tell me that we?re going in the wrong direction??
?Ah-yes, Sire.? he said, ?the nearest would be Elimelech, who resides in the near by colony of Maki.?
I quickly, without warning, brought the back of my hand clean across his face, connecting hard with his cheek bone and dazing him. At the time, our only other option would have been to hijack the ship. I was against loosing my guise, but Patches had fucked us over. After dispatching of the pilots and the passengers (in such a way that it would be too gruesome to even attempt to explain in this short entry), Patches and I made a U-turn for Maki.
Maki was a sordid little rock which lived for its nightlife. I knew that it had to be Elimelech?s hideaway, for the twice damned was quite the freak. After searching the area for little more than an hour, I came across a nightclub that held a peculiar name. ?Voice of Madness?, I had a feeling the Elimelech would be there. Patches and I stepped in right past the bouncer, who was too busy trying to keep two other punks out to notice a fellow and his young ward. Inside the club, was another affair though.
?What makes you think the twice damned would be here?? Patches asked, he and I had settled in at the base of a pole dancer who was making eyes at us.
?Because, my friend,? I said, winking at the dancer and smiling bitter sweetly, ?this is her kind of place.?
?HER?!? Patches yelled, loud enough to startle the stripper and make her fall face first off of her pole.
I noticed that the bouncers began paying us attention.
?Quiet down will you? She will make herself known.? I said, knowing Elimelech.
?Yes, Sire. But I simply thought that she was?? he began before being cut off.
?A he? I believe she was once, though I?m honestly not sure anymore.? I laughed slightly.
The dancer picked herself up and walked off of the stage, then, a booming voice filled the room.
?Ladies and gentlemen,? it began, ?This is what we?ve all been waiting for. Making her fourth appearance this week! I would like to introduce you all to Candy Cane! And for the right price, she?ll let anyone have a taste!?
That?s when she appeared. From behind a velvet set of curtains, wearing a bathrobe and stilettos, came who I?ve been waiting for. Elimelech, the twice damned.
?Well, if this isn?t a surprise.? I said to Patches as I stared at her. ?She?s found her calling.?
She strutted with ease down the isle, her walk showing millennia of experience. And in no time, she spotted me, sitting at the base of the stage. She rolled her eyes slightly and continued walking, until she came to the pole, there, she let the robe fall.
?Patches, listen carefully.? I said, my eyes never wavering from her, ?Start a fracas. I need to speak to Elimelech alone. We have business to take care of.?
?But sire, what am I supposed to do?? he asked, his eyes showing his confusion.
I told him to come closer, and under the veil of our huddled bodies, I made a symbol with my hand.
?Throw this up, and yell: fuck the Crips.? I told him.
He nodded. Telling him to wait for my signal, I began my march towards the dressing room entrance. When I got close enough, I signaled to Patches, and he obeyed, throwing up the signal.
?Fuck the Crips!? he yelled at the top of his lungs, then suddenly, the whole of the club descended upon him.
The bouncer left the door to try and help break up the fight, that?s when I made my slip back stage.
Elimelech was not hard to find, I knew simply to follow the smells of peppermint to find ?Candy Cane?. By the time I found her though, she had already shed the peppermint coating.
?Mi Deus.? she said when I walked into her room, ?Malkav.?
We stared at each other for many moments, before she came running into my arms. She kissed me passionately all over my face.
?I love you so much.? she said, it had been eons since I heard that.
I returned most of her love, most. But I knew, I couldn?t hold the charade for long.
?I have business here, Elimelech. I can?t stay for long.? I said, forcing her off of me.
I took a long look into her face, somehow, it had dawned clown make up. Her most beautiful of faces, I couldn?t remember the last time I had gazed upon it.
?Where?s Arikel?? her eyes turned a bloody red.
?Oh,? she said, ?Is that what you?re here for??
?Yes, beloved, I??
?You have no right to call me that anymore, and to believe I called you Mi Deus.?
?I can call you whatever you want, beloved, but I have to find her. Something is wrong with her.?
?I haven?t seen her.?
We stared at each other once again, she knew not where to find her.
?Then I bid you a farewell.? I said, turning to leave.
?Wait,? she said, ?I have something for you. Though you might not accept it.?
I turned once again and faced her. She now had a sword in her hand, a katana of sorts sheathed.
?How is it that you can pull stuff out of the blue like that?? I asked.
?I learned from the best. But before I give this to you, I want you to tell me something.? she said, she moved closer to me, to the points where our faces nearly touched.
?Why am I called the twice damned?? she asked.
I looked from her to the sword, ?Is this really necessary??
?Why am I called the twice damned?? she asked again.
?Because, Elimelech,? I said, ?I damned you with our curse of insanity, and when you look into the broken mirror, you see a second reflection.?
?Bingo??
No sooner then she had said that, she unsheathed the sword and slashed me bare across the chest and I fell to the ground, I had never saw it coming. She then looked at me with pity in her eyes.
?1000, no, 100 years ago, could I have done that to you?? she asked.
I held the wound and immediately started healing it. ?You bitch.?
?What, I?m right aren?t I? You?ve lost it, you?re not worthy of even the name Malkavian now.?
I looked up at her, and with anger, I began forcing my will upon her. Forcing into her dementia.
?Malkav, that doesn?t work on me anymore.? she said, bringing the sword down on my back and puncturing my left lung. ?You?re weak now, my present to you is your demise.?
She brought the sword up once more, but before she could bring it down, she felt something from me. I knew, because I had foreseen it, she had tampered with the wrong ancient.
?What?s this? What is this power coursing through my body?? she asked no one.
I rose up, blood gushing from my wounds and creating a pool upon the floor. I saw only red, I knew only one thing. I wanted to hurt her, every inch of that body, but how? My mind wondered.
?You, it?s the true Malkav.? Elimelech said, looking at my crazed face.
?My dear?? I said, ?Give me my sword.?
She did as told, as if she had no other choice at that moment. I took the blade and licked its surface which was coated in my blood, still warm. She backed back and looked as if she were about to run, but she couldn?t. Red sparks seemed to be holding her feet in place. I walked up to her and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders.
?Is this what you want?? I whispered in her ear, ?Well, is it??
?Yes?this is the Malkav I want.? she said, blood tears welling up in her eyes.
?Just as I thought, prepare to learn the true meaning of Deus Ex Maccus.?
I then, blacked out.
I awoke on my knees on the floor. The scent of blood was fresh in the air and the uproar outside of the room had settled (I wonder how many names did Patches eat?). I looked around my shoulder and saw Elimelech on the floor, blood running down her legs and around her stomach. A trail of it led back to my blade. It did not take much to figure out what had happened. Then the images flooded back to me. I remembered it all in vivid detail.
After kissing her neck, I had turned her around and pushed her against the vanity mirror, pulling her skirt up and revealing it to me. I remember looking from it to my sword, back to it again. Then I looked up at her face, and beyond, I saw behind her head into the mirror. I saw the raving mad man I had become, no, that I had become again. I took the sword and ran it softly against her cheek. She moaned to the sharp pain of it, and I laughed. Oh I laughed.
?Do it?? she said, holding her skirt in place.
?I love you.? I said, cutting her off.
?I love you too.? she said.
We kissed each other once more as I took the sword and slowly lowered the tip of the blade towards her arroyo?
I can still remember her screams as the blade cut cleanly in and out of it?
But before she had passed out, she told me something, that to this day, I have remembered. ?The blood?, she said, ?remains on the blade??
I left the room quickly and found Patches, who was sitting in a corner by himself smiling, the room was empty.
?Let?s go, where are the other 3?? I asked him, his eyes cut to me and my new sword (now sheathed).
?The next one is in Tunisia, Nissiku the Clever Prince.? he said, standing up and moving towards the door with me.
?Sometimes Patches,? I said to him as we walked, ?I wonder why I hold back.?
?Sometimes, Sire.? he said, ?I ask myself the same question of you.?
We left the mess of a club as it was, and boarded our flight to Tunisia.

[Lady Asphyxia]

[font=Arial Narrow][size=2]Please do not double post, Malkav. If you need to add to the original post, simply edit it. ^.~ I've put this message as a post rather than inside your post, so that if you want to add another chapter, you may do so without double posting.[/size][/font]