Vance McRory

Vance McRory
Born: August 1, 1974 – Embraced: August 5, 1994

The Early Years:  Vance was born to a moderately wealthy middle class family in the city of Boston being from a father and mother who were both Irish.  Vance’s father and mother ran a Pub a few blocks away from Fenway Park, it was a bar where both Criminal and Cop could be sitting next to each other drinking a beer and then be back on the streets enemies again.  Vance was treated with a good amount of respect from the other kids because of his heritage and the Reputation of his father.  Growing up in Boston Vance learned quickly that only smartest and most cunning survived and with his good grades along with his street smarts he did just that he survived. 

Throughout middle and high school, Vance excelled despite a few trips to juvenile detention.  It wasn’t until his junior year of High School where Vance met his girl friend Kaitlin Cray a local girl and daughter to a known Irish Mob Boss.  Even with who she was Vance tried to better himself for her, so that he could be the type of man she would be proud to bring home to her father.  The Crays and The McRorys became close friends as their children grew closer.  Even up after Vance and Kaitlin got accepted into Boston University the two families remained close.  Vance majored in Criminal Justice and minored in religious studies and became fascinated by the darker aspects of religious beliefs.  This eventually branched off into studying about supernatural beings in his free time.  Where he became friendly with a local Occult book store owner who unknown to Vance until much later was a ghoul to his soon to be sire. 

The Embrace:  One seemingly normal night at the local library Vance had been studying for a final in his political science class.  His studies had been interrupted by the smell of cinnamon mixed with Vanilla.  Much to his shock and amazement a beautiful Red Headed woman sat across from him with a hauntingly beautiful smile.  Even as the mysterious woman talked him into going to a club with her he could feel Kaitlin’s engagement ring weighting heavily in his pocket.  At the end of the night the woman had introduced herself as Sarah and the two split ways after she slipped her tongue down his throat for a goodbye kiss.

The next couple of nights were the same, Vance would meet with Sarah and go to a club each night he would stay out longer and longer some nights he would sleep with Sarah and not go home at all.  With each passing night Kaitlin would worry and go searching and find nothing of her boyfriend only to have him turn up close to noon tired and disheveled.

At the end of the second week during one of their nightly outings in the middle of a particularly hot meeting Sarah turned Vance.  The pain was intense as the sickeningly sweet Blood of his now sire trickled down his throat and brought the gift of unlife to his drained body.  He felt like his body was trying to destroy itself but then it stopped and the pain eased away.  

The Haunting of Vance McRory:  The one time in a vampire’s unlife where Frenzy is considered natural and un-punishable because of the circumstances.  The first night of unlife when the Beast takes complete control and all you can do is feed.  This particular night would forever etch itself into Vance’s memory.  He awoke to a crying Kaitlin stroking the hair behind his ear as she often did when she would spend the night with Vance.  Kaitlin smiled when he awoke and wiped a tear away from her eyes just glad to see him awake.  Unsure of what to do like a frightened newborn Vance listened half heartedly as Kaitlin explained how she came to be with him in this unfamiliar place.  The pangs of hunger got stronger and stronger, he imagined hearing Kaitlin’s heart beating or was it two heart beats he couldn’t be sure.  But then it happened like a raging grizzly Vance pushed Kaitlin to the wall.  The beast had taken him and with it Kaitlin lost the man she loved.

As Vance fed off the life force of the woman he had loved for so long a single word seeped through the unbridled rage of the beast “Baby”.  But it was too late he killed her and their unborn child.  As the rage slipped away he cradled the broken bloody body that had once been his love and mother to his child.  He screamed in rage unable to cry as he punched the walls of his sire’s home.  As his rage subsided sitting in a chair was the ghost of Kaitlin holding a ghostly male child.  “From this day forward until your time ends I will never forgive you for what you have done you broke our love and killed us both.”  The ghost seemingly faded from site.  But it would not be the last time he would see her.  He looked down at the body and slipped into unconiousness.

The Second Life:  The night life in Boston on the nights he had off from his job monitoring the crazies Patrick Crowley would haunt night clubs.  Picking up women fully aware that despite how well built the female’s boyfriend was he knew he could take them in a fight.  As he walked around the room when he awoke from his nap he noticed a few things a dead female and his clothes were bloody.  He looked around panicked for a moment before collecting his thoughts and then with a surge of strength  and adrenaline he quickly wrapped the body in a throw rug and picked up the dead woman and snuck out to his car and put her in the trunk. 

Once he was in the car, he made his way down to the docks and after attaching the wrapped up body in chains and then some cinder blocks he found nearby.  With what seemed like ease to him he hurled the body into the harbor and watched the body sink.  He drove as fast as he could back to the apartment to get cleaned up and threw out his bloody clothes deciding to burn them later he washed furiously and put on fresh clothes he found waiting for him.  He heard knocking on the door and a woman calling for a man named Vance.  “NO ONE HERE BY THAT NAME TRY NEXT DOOR.”  The voice on the other side said she would return when Vance did.  Whatever that meant, all he knew is he had to leave and had to go clear his head.  He never made it out of the front door as a needle was punctured into his neck and he dropped.

Boston A City of perils and Dreams:  Vance would spend the better part of 17 years working for his clan and the cities Prince.  He did odd jobs including collecting the newly turned for their appearances in court to meet with the prince.  He had learned much but it was time for him to strike out on his own in a new city.  He packed up his things and arranged for apartment in New Orleans and to follow protocol of the Masquerade made plans to meet with the Prince to tell him or her that he would be staying in their city.

He was hoping that in New Orleans he would find escape from his ghost and be able to start a new despite the various voices that talked to his mind when he least wanted them too.