A whole new world

Derick Bronson passed the beggar on the street. {That fool has been on the same street, begging with the same sign, for the last ...shit, ten years.}
He turned and walked back to him.
"Yo, why you live like this?"
The man looked up at him,
"Because I've been waiting for you to talk to me."
An incredulous look flashed across his face,
"Are you shittin' me?"
"I assure you, I shit you not."
The man stood, the first time Derick had seen him do so in all the time he had seen him there as part of the scenery.
"Uh...look man, I don't want no trouble." He looked around.
"Trouble? My dear boy, you have finally passed the test, and about time too. I was beginning to lose hope in you."
He backed away a step or so,
"I don't know what kind of game you playin', but.."
"A game, ...I suppose you could call it that, though I was thinking more along the lines of a test, but still...fairly accurate."
Derick began to get angry,
"Look,if this is one of those "reality tv shows" you all can suck it!" He started to storm away angrily.
"Derick..." He heard, he whirled around.
"How the hell do you know my name, fool?"
"I know all about you, your hopes, your dreams, your successes, your failures... where you come from, where you hope to go...all of it."
"look man, you're really starting to freak me out."
He leaned closer,
"Good."
He exposed his fangs.
Derick's eyes widened and he turned and ran.
He heard in his head,
{Run, run as fast as you can, ...I can catch you gingerbread man.}
He stopped and panted, far down the street, and looked around in bewilderment and horror.
{I did not just see that. I must be trippin' but I aint' done nothing...}
{That's just the problem lad, you didn't do anything for ten whole years, but you redeemed yourself tonight.} He heard in his head again.
Suddenly he was slammed against a wall, the back of his head hurt, his back hurt.
The man was there.
"Don't worry, this will only hurt alot."
He drew back and sank his teeth into his neck.
He tried to struggle at first but soon became docile.
Drawing a knife, he cut his hand, and put it to Derick mouth.
"Drink." and he did, eagerly, despite himself.
"Good."
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Derick awoke later.
{I seem ...different. Interesting.}
He sits up.
"is there anyone there?" He calls out moderately loudly.
"Ah, yes, you've awakened. Excellent. How do you...feel?"
Derick contemplated the query, {How do I ...feel? I don't. I feel kind of dead inside.}
"I seem to be in working order, better than before in some ways, but... I feel kind of dead inside. I don't really feel a thing."
"That is to be expected, it is the curse that accompanies our particular brand of Kindred's embrace."
He looked at him quizzically. "Kindred, what do you mean?"
"You are no longer human, you are...what is known commonly as a vampire now. As a True Brujah, you are no longer constrained by petty emotions."
"I should feel angry, but... I'm simply curious."
"Indeed. Quite so....are you hungry?"
At the mention of hunger, Derick felt something. An illogical need, a desire, something.
"I am hungry. More so than ever before. And I've known some famines."
"Hmm...as I thought. There is ...a source of what you crave in the next room, see if you can locate it."
He rose up off the table, flexing his muscles.
"I could destroy you now."
"You could try. But then you'd be without a mentor."
He hung his head, "Very well. I'll attempt to locate the food source."
"You do that."
Derick went into the next room,
"Yo, excuse me miss, do you know..."
The scent of blood overwhelmed his senses, ...
such rich texture, such flavor,...so delicious, better than alchohol, better than sex...he looked up at the sound,
"Having fun?"
He looked down, and saw he was covered in blood and the woman was dead, he had been drinking her blood.
{What is this? I should be horrified. And on an intellectual level I am. I don't recall doing that per say.}
"I su...ppose."
"You are learning, don't feel too much guilt. But at the same time, do attempt to retain some semblance of humanity. After all, if you succumb to the beast, you won't be of much use."
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"Lord Bishop, may I present, my childer, Derick Bronson. I believe he has acclimated well to the change, and since we are staying in your fair city, I thought it would be prudent to present him, as much as we despise the Camirrilla, a few of their customs are ...logical."
Derick stood, head up, and said,
"It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Bishop."
The Lasombra walked around Derick, looking him up and down.
"Interesting choice." He commented.
"Yes, I thought to experiment."
"So noted. He'll do for now."
"Thankyou Bishop."
The Lasombra extended his hand, and the True Brujah kissed it.
"You may go."
The bowed and left.
"Very good. You kept your chatter to a minimum."
"I'm not very good at this level of societal interaction yet, I've much to learn."
"I knew I chose well." He gave a smile.