Way back in 2010, I wrote some additional material for The Danse Macabre. Owing to a lack of resources at CCP, this detective story campaign frame went unpublished. Somebody mentioned it on the forums recently, and I decided to go digging. This is what I found.
Dropped Like a Stone
Everybody loved Georgia Stone.
You’re not supposed to love blood dolls, of course. If you’re a happy and comfortable member of that rarified social class we lovingly call the Damned, then you only care about the drink, not the glass it’s in. If you’re less comfortable with being an immortal sinner, you feel guilty about stealing somebody’s life pint by pint just because you’re hungry and it’s the only way she gets off.
Doesn’t change a thing. Georgia said she was an actress, and maybe she was. Maybe she was a cocktail waitress. But she was always the life of the party, in the best and worst ways. You want a Georgia story? Ask about the time she did the walk of shame for eight blocks with her shoulder covered in blood because old Todd Crane couldn’t stop crying. You want another? How about when Jenny Shakes was so hard up she couldn’t remember how to drink. Georgia, clean-living Georgia, she put a spike in her own vein and taught Jenny how to show teeth again.
They all loved Georgia because, as near as anybody could tell, she was a good person, and a happy one. She brought a ray of sunshine to people who’d otherwise burn in it. Somebody once said her blood was warm in a way that nobody else’s was. Said that after she spent all night tied up, red-necked and moaning like a hundred really happy widows. That was Georgia, full of love and kink and blood.
All of that made her death hard to take. Turned up in a parking lot strangled to death. The cops wrote her off pretty quick. She lived a “risky lifestyle,” if you ask them. Maybe you did ask them. Because out of everyone who loved Georgia, there are only a handful of Kindred who actually care enough to find out what happened.
You’re one of them. You knew her, and now you have to know.
Everybody loved Georgia Stone. Who loved her enough to kill her?
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This was such a fun read, thank you for sharing. Detective stories like this are one of the reasons I love the WoD. Hope to see more at some point.
As someone who loves noir and only runs Requiem as noir THIS is what I have been waiting for. Thank you!
Perfect teaser.
This is the noir story I’ve always wanted to do for Requiem. Thank you so much.
That’s a fine bit of fiction, I enjoyed it a lot.
Wow, that’s brilliant. That is really, honestly great. So great I may be cribbing this pretty quick.
Finish it! Fun read