Sierra/Home

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Born and raised in a rough neighbourhood where gang life was the only escape, Sierra's family were standard to the area; jobless, argumentative, drink and drugs consumed daily. Sierra, with no other options in life, was pulled into the gang life and had shot and killed her first by the age of fourteen, had been passed around the gang like a toy less than two years later. At first it made her feel like she belonged, but as she aged, so she longed for something better. She wanted out of the city, wanted to hit the open road to find somewhere she could really live.

With the gang life came the problems associated with it; tattoo's wrapped their way around her arm, a few arrests created a criminal record, so even when she found a way out, gathered enough to purchase a motorcycle and drive off into the sunset, the darkness came straight after. Nobody wanted to hire her, she didn't even have a proper schooling to fall back on.

And so, sitting on her bike outside of a diner she'd just failed miserably to get a job at, she looked up as a rumble of engines rounded the corner; a biker gang and a large one at that. Following behind them, they eventually noticed and drove to a halt. The 'weakest' of the gang was sent to get rid of her, weakest being relative, but she stood her ground and surprised them in the process.

She wasn't just a street tough, she'd been learning some martial arts in her time, so when the big guy threw a punch at her face, he found it caught, his arm twisted, and suddenly he was flipping over and landing on the ground with a thud. It happened so quickly, to this day he can't explain how she did it.

While her martial arts had a base in Aikido, she had learnt from a tutor who was putting it to brutal use. Fast strikes, quick reactions, painful twists - put the opponent down as fast and as painfully as possible, hopefully breaking an arm in the process.

After that, the gang took her in, they were better than the street gang; perhaps it was the open road, not feeling trapped inside a few square blocks, but they did seem more relaxed. Or perhaps they were so confident of their abilities that they didn't need to be assholes to prove it.

Keeping her pyrokinetic ability to herself, it was finally revealed during a tense moment in a battle with some drug runners. They were out to capture the shipment for themselves, Sierra found herself caught in a crossfire, head down behind a vehicle. One of the runners moved around with a pistol raised, ready to end her, she had no time to pull her own pistol up and around as she was facing the other way. With a thought, the man exploded into flame, fell back screaming.

At that point, the secret was out, the gloves came off; she ended that fight rather quickly, the shipment was theirs. After it was all done, the leader of the gang, a person she rarely spoke to, pulled her aside to talk about what had just happened. He was surprised, but not shocked by her abilities, he was already aware of their existence. He revealed himself to be a Sorcerer, one with a dark side.

The rest of the gang showed her an immense amount of respect after that. Not surprising, considering she could set them alight with just a look.

Not always out for themselves, the gang could also be hired for the right price to perform certain 'missions', from burning a business to the ground to straight up murder. The next job was the latter, the gang were hired to enter a warehouse and put an end to everyone inside.

The warehouse was barely standing, but there were people inside for sure. They were human enough, but something was off about them, they could take too many bullets, could move far too fast. The noise of the battle awoke something much worse.

From nearby crates, Vampires burst forth, rising quickly, bullets impacted and did nothing to them. Switching from firearm to fire, Sierra started burning them to the ground, which quickly gained their attention. One was on her faster than she could react and then there was nothing but black.

She awoke, battered and bruised, bound and blindfolded. The Sabbat had captured her, had witnessed her abilities and, rather than kill her outright, forced her to change sides with a simple drink of their blood. It was like being a drug addict, she needed that next fix, needed the blood, would do anything for them if it meant she could have just a little bit more. She could be the perfect weapon against the Camarilla.

Camarilla, Sabbat, Ghoul, Gangrel, Ventrue; she learnt these words and more as her time as a slave went on. She was to guard them during the day, murder for them during the night, burn the Camarilla to the ground to make way for their reign.

More than a year later, while heading for the next building she would raze to the ground, the familiar rumble of motorcycles came from behind her. Looking back, she stared straight into the face of Jack, the gang leader, the gang she was forced to leave behind. And he saw her, too. Immediately he pulled over, realised she was in trouble and, despite her increased strength from the blood, he and a few of the others managed to overpower her and take her back to the gang hideout.

There, she was forced to go cold turkey, the gang dealing with the outbursts and seething hatred, waited patiently for the effects to pass and Sierra to return to normal. Return, she did, but she wasn't normal anymore, the experience changed her. The dead blood had left her sterile, her dreams of a family were gone, nightmares haunted her almost every night, and she was also left with the unusual ability to drain the life and energy out of people. A psychic vampire.

When it first happened, it hit at almost full power. The last of the blood was draining from her system, a sudden burst of strength and she broke the straps holding her down, pulled one of the gangers in close. Wide-eyed, teeth bared, a wicked grin, and she started to drain the life straight out of him; his skin turned pale, grew tight against his bones..

Another gang member rushed in, pulling him free and saving his life, while Sierra lay back on the bed in a euphoric state, laughing maniacally.

Jack, the gang leader, later revealed to her that it was all a trap. The job was never a job at all, it was the vampires ordering 'take out'. A few never made it, but enough escaped to keep the gang running. She even noticed a few new faces after her time away.

Not wanting to put them in any further danger from the Sabbat, after coming back to life and thanking them all, she decided to move on. Another old member had headed up to California, maybe she could catch up with him and find some trouble in Prospect.