By Raoul "Violence" Borges (paercebal@hotmail.com)
The man exited from his black limo, looking to be on the edge of frenzy as he saw all his life burning in ashes: his drugs lab, hidden in an old abandoned factory was burning in flames too high to have been unintentional.
"I'll kill the bastard who destroyed my investments!" shouted the young Italian shark, smoothing back his oiled black hair. He tried to hide by his rage his fear of the unknown: he was backed by a leech, one of the more powerful vampires in the city, and no sane man would have crossed him.
"Emilio! Get out and give me the phone!"
Vencenzo turn to the black glass limousine: He should have gone in a party given by the governor, and he was now looking for the ruins of his power. How could he explain it to the Don?
"Emilio!" A young woman get out from the car, a cellular phone in her delicate hand.
"Kathy! I've told you to keep quiet in the car!" The baby was gorgeous, but now, he only wanted to strike someone. She dialed a number in the phone, and then gave it to him. "What? How do you kno-!" She smiled, and went with sensual steps to the driver's door. She opened it.
"Yes?" Said someone in the phone. Vincenzo would have answered but he choked himself when he saw Emilio, his driver and bodyguard, fall, face in the dirt. Dead.
"Vincenzo? It's you?" Asked the male voice in the phone. "Vincenzo? Answer me!" The Don remained emotionless as he heard the shouts, cries and shocks. Silence.
"Hello?" A feminine malicious voice.
"Who are you!?"
"I've killed your fourth and last Capo, and destroyed your clandestine laboratory in the old factory..."
"You bitch! Who are you!?"
"Do you remember the McLean Family?"
Silence.
The Don made a head gesture to his lieutenant, who went prepare the car.
"Do you remember when you practiced your little tortures on his wife in front of him? When you ordered your lieutenant to rape her?
"What do you want!? And who are you!?"
"I'm the Black Widow..."
Tuuut... Tuuut...
The Don shouted, and then ran from his office.
Several minutes after, near the factory.
The limo was there, all the doors open. The bodyguard of Vincenzo was there, in the dirt, without a drop of blood in his body. Vincenzo was nowhere, but looking for the bloodstains and the impacts on the car, he couldn't be far.
"Don Giovanni!" The Don went to his lieutenant. Vincenzo was here, ten feet above, in some strange web, like a grotesque insect. Dead and white as chalk, arms and legs in strange angles, like a broken puppet. His face still screamed silently, full of fear and horror.
"Don Giovanni, there is a message for you..." The Don used Auspex to read the tiny letters of blood above the head of Vincenzo. Horrified, he ran for his limo.
The driver tried to read the message.
"A Family for a Family..."
The house was the scene of a brutal slaugther. All the servants, All the Childer, the pure and good Giovannis, were dead, in variable states of decay. Only one ghoul, imprisoned in a web to the great classical chandelier was left alive.
Don Giovanni was horrified.
"She was," said the ghoul, "alone -- entered like a shadow from the Hell." The lasts words of the ghoul were for the Don. "She will come back," he whispered as blood was running from his mouth. "The Black Widow will come back to finish her work." The Don whispered orders to improve the security around him, and, after finishing, he felt himself once more. Whatever her Clan, this Cainite will die from his hands. Satisfied with himself, he lighted a great Cuban cigar.
In a dark corner of the office, a black widow, suspended from her silk thread, waited patiently for the others to come back to join her in the Haven of Don Giovanni...
Images running around a mind.
Strange time.
Vampires, and others.
Evil.
Injustice.
Aggression, murders.
Rapes...
A movement, imperceptible in the darkness. Eyelids shivering in the search of...
...My daughters?
Los Angeles, USA.
July raised her eyes to the heavens.
The Calling.
Tears of joy, tears of blood.
And then, she felt something burning in her ecstatic soul.
The dark flame of power...
A smile in the darkness. Awaken...
Pretoria, South Africa.
Henriette looked him right in the eyes. One of the Pretoria's white Prince's ghoul. He loved to kill blacks. And better if they were caitiff blacks.
He smiled. Dominate wouldn't do any good: He didn't even look into her eyes, and unless breasts could dominate...
"The revolver..." ordered a sweet voice which penetrated in his soul like a knife in his heart. And then, he knew he would die...
A sigh in the darkness Awaken, my daughters...
East Berlin, Germany.
They wouldn't let her go. She would be a good example for the Anarchs. Karl loved the hunts, and even more caitiff hunts. Soon he would add 'Joan' to his list.
He arrived in the balcony. She was finished.
Where was she?
Karl turned around. Nothing. More than one hundred meters lower, he could sense with his Auspex the boots of Joan. But nothing else. Less than one meter above his head, Joan emerged from the darkness, crawling on the roof. Darkness threatened Karl...
A shake of the head in the darkness. Francois Villon, of the Clan of Arikel... Laughing in the darkness.
Paris, France.
Francois Villon and Alexis were talking about the future of the Veilleurs, when, at the arm of the Brujah Ron, arrived one of the most beautiful women they had ever seen.
Catherine....
She walked to the Prince, with a feline grace, wearing the most perfect gown ever created by Arnaud, created by inspiration from the one who wore it. She was gorgeous, a deadly temptress. Alexis and Villon looked each other, amazed: Vicissitude couldn't explain it all... All looked to her as she walked like a panther in the middle of the sheep. Catherine smiled, her hand slowly moved toward Villon, who took hers with his own.
"My Prince..." Her eyes of lapis-lazuli met Villon's, perplexed and charmed. She smiled, showing the pearly white of her delicate teeth between her blood red lips.
A caitiff among the other Clans.
A Black Widow among her victims...
Then Cath made a mistake. In one mission, she lost her self-control and destroyed three men who tried to kill her. A Toreador "friend" found a video copy of the scene, and instead of destroying them, he gave them to the Prince. Villon was furious. When called, Cath tried to defend herself, and showed one video of the same "friend" when he was losing his self-control in front of a pacifist Mage. The trial was fast and the condemnation simple: The two Neonates were to live alone without any Background, until Villon decided it over.
The Toreador was nearly destroyed by the loss of his Nightclub, Ghoul, but Catherine realised, after some (hard) time that she was able to create disciplines. Instead of trying to regain her Status (of one!) waiting for the Prince, she decided that the Toreador would pay for their crime. She would attack them in their Weakness.
Cath developed three Disciplines to help her, and was then the first of the Black Widows Bloodline. First of all, she developed Sensualis as a parallel of Presence, which was too general: Sensualis is attuned to the Seduction of others by sensual and sexual appeal (inspired by the Hetaerae's Ekstasis). The second was Neferys, which is for the Appearance the same thing that Potence is for Strength. Then she developed Arachnea (inspired by the Atargia's Arachnos and the Ananasi bete Tribe), which gave her mastery over toxins and some arachnid's powers. Completed with Obfuscate and Obtenebration, the Black Widows were becoming a dark, creepy and seducing Bloodline.
As Cath is a 13th Generation Vampire (in the time of the new year 1994-1995), any Black Widow would be 14th or more. Here's one possibility to play Black Widows:
Someone, sleeping in Torpor, inspires a Caitiff to learn the Black Widow's Disciplines. Catherine is one example, but there could be others (even ten) Caitiffs around the World, who were chosen (how & why them?) by this torporous Vampire to be her pawn (or new member of the Black Widows). Then, any female Caitiff whose background seems appropriate, could create the Black Widow's Disciplines and become one...
Little Tattoo (less than one centimeter, and in a discret part of her body).
A Significantly large Tattoo, or a Tattoo seen immediately (a big tattoo in the back, or a tattoo in the hand).
A significantly large Tattoo, like on the face, or covering 90% of the body.
No Tattoo.
View the Sensualis discipline.
View the Neferys discipline.