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So, you want to know my story huh? Sure, why not, I have some time to kill between sets. I was born January 12th 1983 in San Francisco, and exactly twenty five years and one month later, I kicked the oxygen habit. I know, I know, I'm getting way ahead of myself there, but it sounded good. Don't worry, nobody can overhear things over the music, and I already noticed that you don't have a pulse, so I know that we are all friends here.



Anyway, my parents didn't so much have a child as they had a tool to assist in their social climbing and career advancement. My father David was somewhere in management for Chevron, I don't really remember exactly what his title is, but then again, as I have been dead to him and the rest of that band of cretins for quite a while now, I really don't care. Sorry, getting ahead of myself again, but it's a bit of a hot button for me. Anyway, Dad handled some part of operations in Japan, so that's where I did a LOT of my growing up.



Even though I had no interest in it at the time, my father stuck me in a kendo class with a bunch of the kids of his superiors and business partners so that he could network with the other soulless corporate suits. The funny part was I was really good at it, and caught the eye of Tsumaki Seirin Genshin Soke. Tsumaki Sensei took me under his wing and taught me the art of the duel, Iaijutsu. At one point I was even ranked 16th in the country in competition in the youth category. While I loved studying under Tsumaki Sensei, it took me away from the kendo class that gave dad his social edge, and apparently it pissed off one of his superiors who was jealous that I had attracted a prestigious teacher when his kid was still shuffling around with the rest of the buffaloes in what I started to think of as 'Sword swinging for retards'.



Well, that got us moved back to the USA. I was almost seventeen years old. I met this girl, her name was Mariam. She had a body like a porn star and somehow was interested in me... I think it was the fact that I could translate her favorite anime shows for her, or the fact that I picked up some shibari while I was there from Izanagi Katsumi (she was sorta my girlfriend. a Japanese girl with a 'blue-eyed samurai' fetish, go fig). Well, she was one of those crystal sucking, tree hugging, 'The universe is a happy place', fluffy bunny pagan types. Well, when a mind blowingly sexy woman decides to lead a teenage male down a primrose path, hormones win out over logic, and knowing that my parents would object vehemently, I started learning Wicca from her.



When I wasn't dancing naked under the moon with Mariam or desperately trying to stay in practice with my katana, I was out getting in to trouble. I hooked up with a couple of groups of malcontents. The 'Bilboard Liberation Front' and a group of hackers calling themselves 'Twenty Six Hundred'. The BLF was just fun, If you want to see what we did, you can check out a little of our handiwork at billboardliberation.com... Now, officially I have no idea who actually modified any of these signs (that's my story and I'm sticking to it). Twenty Six Hundred on the other hand was as much useful as they were entertaining. I have always had a knack for computers, but they really helped kick my skills up to a whole new level. Under the tutelage of 'K-Dog' and 'Ph3red' I learned how to crack even the toughest security that the internet had to offer, steal info, hijack websites, and scam the unwary wanabees out there (I know, it wasn't right, but it was fun, and sometimes profitable).



When I turned Eighteen and could start attending a few of the clubs in the city, I became a regular at the two goth clubs 'Bondage a Go-Go' (Where my skills in the artful application of rope to the female form was in demand) and 'Death Guild'. I got to know a number of the staff of the clubs and developed a serious interest in becoming a DJ. Well, I finally got my shot when two of the DJs for Bondage a Go-Go came down with the flu and left only one DJ to try to run two dance floors. I was a natural, and the rush was amazing. It wasn't long till I was part of the DJ rotations for all of the eighteen and up goth clubs in the city, with several of the twenty one and up goth clubs offering me jobs as soon as I was old enough to attend.



It was also during this time that I started re-mixing and mashing tunes. Delving through my eclectic taste in music and coming up with tunes, vocals, soundbites, and bass-lines that seemingly didn't go together and making them fit became one of my great loves.



On the scholastic front, I managed to get in to UC Berkeley, and from there in to their Metaphysics and Witchcraft program. I admit that I lied to my parents about it, telling them that I was working on getting my MBA so that I could follow in his footsteps in to the world of business, but oh my gods did they go ape when they found out the truth.



It happened something like this... My grandmother Helen came to stay with my family for a few weeks while she was convalescing after breaking her hip. Well, my folks put her up in my room while I ended up on the couch, and the old biddy couldn't keep her nose out of my stuff. I come home from spinning disks a Death Guild to find a bunch of my stuff on the porch, the lock changed, and my bachelors degree thumbtacked to the front door. I pounded on the door when my cell rang. It was my little sister Gail. She told me what happened. That Helen (The Grandmother... Did I mention that she was a born again christian?) had found my diploma where I had hidden it in a shoe box under other boxes in my closet and immediately gone in to hysterics. She disowned me on the spot and declared that any in the family that didn't do the same was as dead to her as I was and would be out of the will. Not one of my family stuck up for me... not one. While I was on the phone with Gail, another call came in and I swapped over to it. It was Mariam, she was dumping me. She said that she had found this guru up in Oregon who had 'the most amazing energy'. I was numb, I was crushed, and I was in shock. I swapped back to the line with Gail, but she was gone. I tried to call her back, but she didn't answer.



I got a hold of a couple of friends, had them meet me, and got them to help me move to Los Angeles. Well, That was about two years ago. I got a job down here at 'Eye of the Cat' (an occult bookshop) and picked up DJ gigs at a number of the Goth/Industrial and Fetish clubs. On the side I have been doing some web design work and network consulting. When money would get tight I would pull the odd internet scam to raise a little quick capital. I ain't proud of that last bit, but you do what you gotta do to keep a roof over your head and food in your belly.



Up to this point I wasn't even on the Kindred radar. Hell, maybe there were a few that showed up at my club gigs or shopped at Eye of the Cat, but I sure as heck didn't know. About a month ago all of that changed. I met this girl named Ashley Wilder (You probably know her... ex-cop... Kinda pretty... Seems to think that carrying a gun strapped to her hip at all times is a good idea... Yeah, that's her). Anyway, we start hanging out, I took her home, and she started getting all 'head case' on me and took off. A few days later Ashley shows up to Das Bunker (one of my favorite club gigs) with the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen. Knockout body, face of an angel, and a smile that made me feel like a giddy schoolboy with a crush, this woman was beyond the total package, and I fell for her at first sight (I didn't believe in love at first sight till then... Then again until a few hours later I didn't believe in vampires either... But I'm getting ahead of myself again, sorry). Her name was Michelle Augustine Henry, and every social cue and vibe I was getting from her screamed that she was in to me too. We ended up back at my place and the sex was way beyond mind blowing. So, we ended up cuddling and passing out around dawn. Some time in the early afternoon I found my way to the bathroom. when I came back, I realized that she wasn't breathing, and that she had no pulse. In a panic I tried to wake her and then I realized that she didn't have any of the other signs of death (No rigger mortis, no pooling of the blood in the lowest parts of the body, no evac of the bowels and bladder). At this point a little tickle in the back of my noggin had me wondering, and when she woke up precisely at sundown, I knew that my suspicions were correct. I confronted her about being a vampire, after dancing around the issue she finally came clean. Not only was she a vampire, but she was as much in love with me as I was with her. We were almost inseparable for the next several nights, she would awaken in my arms and sink in her fangs for a quick snack every sundown and we would head out for the night's festivities. One night she went off to court to get the Prince's permission to embrace me and Treza in her infinite grace granted it.



Michelle had a few requests for my last night with a heartbeat. She wanted me to find someone to have a tryst with, have a good meal, and watch a sunrise. My last night alive was spent with of all people the S&M porn author Roxanne Chevalier (a.k.a. the really cute and rather kinky woman by the name of Ashley Sinclair). The meal was sushi, and the several rounds of sex were good (it didn't hold a candle to 'the kiss' from Michelle, but it was still really good), and the sunrise was beautiful. I doubt I will ever see Ashley again, though from what she said, I will be able to read about that night in her next novel.



That next night Michelle drained me dry, and fed me, and the rest is (as they say) history. I thought I knew everything there was to know about the occult and supernatural, and that it was all a lie. Michelle showed me there was truth, and that I knew nothing... I have never been happier in my life.