I'm THAT Kind of Brujah

Character fiction from a troupe Vampire: The Masquerade LARP...

I'm THAT Kind of Brujah 

by Simon W. 

Nyx's alarm went off and they looked at the time. It was 6:30 am. They sighed, put a bookmark in the book they'd been studying and made their way to where they slept. They'd considered just setting up a place to sleep in the library about a dozen times but the idea of the books and scrolls being burned because some overzealous hunter wanted to kill them was just too much to stomach.

Some things are worth more than living forever, you see. Knowledge is one of those things. 

The song had played again in the night, and then a message from the Anarchs to the ex-Camarilla members of the domain of Los Angeles. And with that, it seemed like the third Anarch revolt came to another conclusion, only this time they'd won. The defeat of their forces and the treaty being signed in 2019 hadn't been the end of the story; it had only been a lull in the fighting. As the New Year approached to put 2023 to bed, it would seem the Anarchs were stronger than ever.

"This is because they believe in something,"  Nyx muttered to themselves as they waited for the deathlike sleep to come with the dawn. 

Nyx didn't believe in anything, unless the accumulation of knowledge could be considered believing in anything. Something about being murdered and turned into a vampire had stripped them of their ability to be an idealist like they had been when they were alive. They'd taken the job with Pentex because it paid. They spied on the Camarilla for Pentex because that was part of the job. They'd spied on Pentex because they were super shady and Nyx wanted to know what they were up to. And they'd started working for the Anarchs because the other option was to be a prisoner. The Anarchs had made it very clear that killing Nyx was never on the table; granted they did that after Arne had thrown his life away trying to defend Nyx. All in all, it hadn't been a night of very good decisions made. 

And now? Now the Anarchs were openly running the domain of Los Angeles with their friends from the Independent Alliance. It was a bizarre turn of events. And Nyx had helped, slightly. In truth the biggest way they had helped was to simply stop helping the Camarilla which everyone thought was totally reasonable because Arne had died. Well, and they had neglected to actually warn anyone that the Anarchs were coming. 

"I wonder what sort of libraries the Anarchs have" Nyx mumbled sleepily as the dawn approached...