Andre tried to cover his ears. Tried to block the deep growling that seemed to be emanating from every nook and cranny of his room. His sire simply stared, observing Andre try to block out the Beast. "You know the growling never stops. It only gets quieter but never silent.", said his sire. Andre turned to her abruptly and shouted," SHUTUP! SHUTUP! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" She smirked, obviously enjoying the fledgling's confusion. "I already told you, fledgling. You're a vampire." The growling in his ears was deafening. A lightning bolt of pain shot through his body, emanating from his stomach. His throat and mouth felt dry. "There's no such thing.", he whispered as he fell to the ground in pain, clutching his stomach. "You poisoned me, you bitch." "Well I guess you could call it that.", mused the woman as she slowly approached.<br/><br/>She bent over and ran a nail across his cheek. It ran quickly through the beads of  sweat strewn across the fields of his face. She started placing more pressure on the nail until the sharp pain mixed with the blunt pulses from his stomach, causing him to whimper. "WHy are you doing this?", he asked weakly. She placed her face in front of his. "Because killing fledglings is fun.", she whispered before letting out a shrieking sort of laugh. Andre's eyes rolled back into his head as he once again passed out.<br/><br/>A loud bang brought him out of his slumber. Suddenly the growling in his ears was accompanied by the thuds of multiple footsteps. The thuds grew closer and closer to his room until they stopped. His sire was on edge, looking at the door, not bothering with the sack of flesh on the floor. Suddenly the door flew from its hinges into the room as gracefully as a buffalo. The door hit his leg, rousing him even more out of the sedated state. He looked around and saw two bulky men with a smaller woman between them. His sire quickly sprang to action. "I hate being interrupted!", she hissed as she jumped the intruders. His thoughts were a mess. What's happening? Who are these people? Who am I? What am I?<br/><br/>The sounds of struggle were all around him. Out of nowhere some kind of white wolf seemed to appear in the air and started attacking the intruders. Andre took another step toward full alertness. Geez, what kind of poison is this? I'm seeing wolves and shit now. By now no human sounds were being made, only the sounds of growls, howls, and teeth and claws ripping into flesh. He looked back at the source of the struggle, seeing his sire just barely holding her own again two of the intruders as the ghostly wolf tore into the third. With the sight of so much blood, Andre became fully alert.<br/><br/>Luckily, his sire had decided to dress him in his clothes before killing him. Probably to leave him in the street as another mugging victim. He ran to his nightstand and grabbed his pistol, given to him by his father. He fired a shot into the ceiling, trying to get their attention, but the brawl was already to heated. A shriek pierced the room as one of the intruders succeeded in driving a stake into his sire's heart. In a moment, all three of the intruders had their eyes on him. He flicked the safety on his gun and hid it in his jacket. "Thanks so much! That crazy bitch poisoned me. Please take me to the hospital.", the words tumbled out of his mouth.<br/><br/>His smile froze as a metallic scent wafted about him, like a woman's caress. He breathed deeply, taking in as much of the intoxicating scent as he could. The growling reach a climax, as he started to growl himself. The pain in his stomach was gone, replaced by a horrible hunger and a terrible thirst. He instantly started salivating, as if preparing for a feast. His powerful legs tensed up before releasing like springs. Andre soared toward the approaching intruders, a feral roar escaping his lips as he landed upon one of the men. Caught off-guard by the sudden attack from a fledgling, the vampire froze in shock. Andre took the instant to plunge his teeth into the man's shoulder, not even thinking about what he was doing, just following some ancient instinct. He sucked like a leech and his mouth filled with blood before he felt a slight pinch in his back and everything faded away.<br/><br/>Andre woke up later in a car. His thoughts were jumbled up again. A weak growl clawed its way out of his throat. "Bloody hell. Any of you got some to hold him over till we get there? Can't have him go crazy in front of the Prince.", said a feminine voice. A ruffling sound was heard before the crinkling of a wrapper became audible. Andre's growl grew stronger. "Hurry, dumbass!" The man next to him opened his mouth and poured some liquid into his mouth. It was like water putting out a fire but leaving the smoldering coals untouched, his thirst had been lessened but not sated. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain as the man pushed a stake into him.<br/><br/>Andre woke up once more. This time being carried by one of the men into an elevator. Once they noticed his eyes had opened he was thrown down onto his feet. He legs shook and his head spun as the rising elevator further disoriented him further. He was promptly pushed out and escorted to a lavish room. He noticed three other figures along with him but his aching head prevented him from observing them any further. Words fell out of the fancy man in front of them but they were lost upon Andre. The disorientation and growling was just too much. He caught something about being Embraced and about a Chameleon or something before he was roughly escorted out of the room and into another vehicle, this time a limousine.<br/><br/>Waiting for the other to take their blood pack out of force of habit before he did, Andre reached down for the last pack. If he had been alive surly his heart would have been beating excitedly, but instead the growling in his ears grew louder. He grabbed the pack, feeling the liquid inside rolling around in his palm. With a quick, primal movement Andre stabbed his teeth into the bag and started to drink from the holes that had been made. He tried to keep the sounds he was making to a bare minimum, but the blood was just too good. Before the limo ride was even half over, his pack had been drained completely. A stray trail of blood was present on his face before his tongue darted out and lapped the rivulet up before retreating into his mouth. He nervously looked at the others, his quiet nature preventing him from speaking. Hopefully he hadn't been too noisy.<br/><br/>The sound of music filled his ears as they approached Insanity, a rather infamous club. The door was opened for him and he got out to see a rather old but definitely well maintained car waiting for them. A woman was in the front and the angry sounds of Metallica were flowing from the car's speakers. He smiled when one of the other guys said "Shotgun" and sat down in the passenger seat. He went around and got into the seat behind him. He looked out the window at all the people outside, oblivious to what was happening in their midst. He reached into his pocket and fished out his Ipod. Andre quickly unraveled the headphones and plugged the buds into his ears. With the simple touch of his fingers, Metallica faded away and was replaced by the thumping of bass and synthetic sounds as techno flooded his ears.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>