Ysabel,
About the other night. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that things got a little... unusual. Certain things were said and I think a little context is needed. So here are the facts.
Since our first Vaulderie my blood connection to you has been particularly strong. As in, ton-o-bricks strong. To the point where if you say, “jump”, I’ll say, “off what?” Now, I’m sure you can appreciate a life of not answering to anyone and how something like this can fuck with a vampire’s head. So, having said that, there are two things you need to know about this situation.
First off. I got your back, no matter what. If you jump in the fire, I’ll be right behind you. Nobody’s gonna fuck with you and our troupe on my watch. You need something done, somebody put down, whatever it is, I’m your vampire.
But.
If you dick me on this, abuse this shit, so help me fucking god, there will be hell to pay. Because I will find a way to break this thing. I will come after you. And I will kick your gorgeous ass.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Seven tiny cities...
The dolls houses seems completely redundant now. For a moment Elizabeth felt free. The bars of her fifty year prison were becoming brittle. She could feel them giving away. What power did these doll houses hold over her, when she could hold a whole city in her hands. Perfect little cities, encapsulated in bubbles of glass, trapped in an endless winter. A never ending season; cold and immortal.
She could barley contain her excitement. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for something to hold one of the snow-globes. A leather satchel. Perfect! She grabbed one and separated the remaining six into two groups of three, each group moved an opposite wall. Just the way her sister would have liked.
Elizabeth grabbed one of her parasols, put one her smoked glasses and slung the satchel around her shoulder. For the first time in fifty years she would step out of her room.
She could barley contain her excitement. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for something to hold one of the snow-globes. A leather satchel. Perfect! She grabbed one and separated the remaining six into two groups of three, each group moved an opposite wall. Just the way her sister would have liked.
Elizabeth grabbed one of her parasols, put one her smoked glasses and slung the satchel around her shoulder. For the first time in fifty years she would step out of her room.
Letter
Augustin,
It has been difficult adjusting to pack life again after so long alone. The Blood is such a potent force and we have been careless with it. I will take care to be more cautious from now on, especially for the sake of the younger ones who seem not to have experienced the bond of a pack before. I will try to offer them guidance, like you so expertly did in the past, and I pity that they never experienced the joys of a devoted sire. I must admit that solitude has come to suit me, and the new voices around the haven are sometimes alarming. Not to mention new and uncertain attachments.
It has also been difficult to be under the command of a Bishop again - especially a loyalist like Frederico. But I will rein in my displeasure (the pack Priest has already told me off about it, though I am not sure that he or the others are fully aware of the politics of our kind). Have no doubt that I remain loyal to you and the Hand in equal measure.
The Inquisitor who has recently appeared in the city isn't making things easier, but he hasn't bothered us unduly (yet). I am curious to see how he local Hand will deal with his appearance, since his presence is a clear insult to us. Perhaps I should visit Cesar and speak with him.
I have been in an uncharacteristically rageful mood recently and I am afraid that I will end up angering the wrong people. I will focus my violent attentions on the mortals who are disrupting our operations. Mexico City will soon see the rise of la Reina Sangrienta. I have also been encouraged by the Brujah's interest in the mortals - so many of our kind dismiss their usefulness too quickly. Maybe this will also give him the means do dispose of his unwieldy morals.
Maybe it is all this rich new Blood disagreeing with me. I was never as measured and precise as you are. In my infinite weakness, I miss you.
Ysabel
It has been difficult adjusting to pack life again after so long alone. The Blood is such a potent force and we have been careless with it. I will take care to be more cautious from now on, especially for the sake of the younger ones who seem not to have experienced the bond of a pack before. I will try to offer them guidance, like you so expertly did in the past, and I pity that they never experienced the joys of a devoted sire. I must admit that solitude has come to suit me, and the new voices around the haven are sometimes alarming. Not to mention new and uncertain attachments.
It has also been difficult to be under the command of a Bishop again - especially a loyalist like Frederico. But I will rein in my displeasure (the pack Priest has already told me off about it, though I am not sure that he or the others are fully aware of the politics of our kind). Have no doubt that I remain loyal to you and the Hand in equal measure.
The Inquisitor who has recently appeared in the city isn't making things easier, but he hasn't bothered us unduly (yet). I am curious to see how he local Hand will deal with his appearance, since his presence is a clear insult to us. Perhaps I should visit Cesar and speak with him.
I have been in an uncharacteristically rageful mood recently and I am afraid that I will end up angering the wrong people. I will focus my violent attentions on the mortals who are disrupting our operations. Mexico City will soon see the rise of la Reina Sangrienta. I have also been encouraged by the Brujah's interest in the mortals - so many of our kind dismiss their usefulness too quickly. Maybe this will also give him the means do dispose of his unwieldy morals.
Maybe it is all this rich new Blood disagreeing with me. I was never as measured and precise as you are. In my infinite weakness, I miss you.
Ysabel
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Frozen
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be?
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You're broken
When your heart's not open
If I could melt your heart
We'd never be apart
Give yourself to me
You hold the key
Now there's no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same
If I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
How can life be what you want it to be?
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You're broken
When your heart's not open
If I could melt your heart
We'd never be apart
Give yourself to me
You hold the key
Now there's no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same
If I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Report
Augustin,
Operations are going well. There is much to report.
My pack is bonded – a surprising but fortunate coincidence. They will be useful to us in the coming nights. Two of them don’t know much about our ways (you know how well that suits me). The third is very shrewd. For now, they will follow me and I will look after them.
The kine are easy to bend to our will. Our base will be operational soon. I have obtained property and a likely human leader and I foresee that we will begin to profit soon. I will put the fear of your devil in them.
As you predicted, the Kindred leadership is a shambles. Frederico is weak and ineffective, and his sympathies run counter to ours. A show of force may be warranted, but I will leave it to your esteemed judgement to make a decision on this. I need more time to grow my reputation, though some of it has gone before me. I have seen many of us here, and have had an audience with the Godmother – a true honour.
On a personal note, I am saddened by the disregard I have seen for the beliefs of my ancestors. I must find a way to preserve the old ways. I know that you do not approve, but you understand that this is the only concession that I ask. I am devoted to you and to our cause; I just call my gods by a different name.
Your loving childe,
Ysabel
Operations are going well. There is much to report.
My pack is bonded – a surprising but fortunate coincidence. They will be useful to us in the coming nights. Two of them don’t know much about our ways (you know how well that suits me). The third is very shrewd. For now, they will follow me and I will look after them.
The kine are easy to bend to our will. Our base will be operational soon. I have obtained property and a likely human leader and I foresee that we will begin to profit soon. I will put the fear of your devil in them.
As you predicted, the Kindred leadership is a shambles. Frederico is weak and ineffective, and his sympathies run counter to ours. A show of force may be warranted, but I will leave it to your esteemed judgement to make a decision on this. I need more time to grow my reputation, though some of it has gone before me. I have seen many of us here, and have had an audience with the Godmother – a true honour.
On a personal note, I am saddened by the disregard I have seen for the beliefs of my ancestors. I must find a way to preserve the old ways. I know that you do not approve, but you understand that this is the only concession that I ask. I am devoted to you and to our cause; I just call my gods by a different name.
Your loving childe,
Ysabel
Monday, August 30, 2010
Exit Stage Left
I always wanted to be the hero. Centre stage was always my station. But in this tale I am no protagonist. Saviour perhaps, but no leading man.
Saviour. Curious thing about saviours, they get sacrificed for their causes. Such is fate.
How did it come to this? Twisted and meandering is the path that led me here. How I railed against the injustice of it. Denied inner peace for one lapse of judgement. One single moment of poor taste. Even now I hear his maniacal laughter in my head, taunting me. No more. I will strike at where he hides and in the process release myself.
It must be hastened. The longer it sleeps, the stronger it shall be when it awakens. The blood of elders will rouse it. Spectator no more, I shall take the mantle of instigator. A foil to the folly of ages.
Sacrifice. Perhaps in sacrifice, I shall find peace. And in peace, I’ll yet be a hero.
Saviour. Curious thing about saviours, they get sacrificed for their causes. Such is fate.
How did it come to this? Twisted and meandering is the path that led me here. How I railed against the injustice of it. Denied inner peace for one lapse of judgement. One single moment of poor taste. Even now I hear his maniacal laughter in my head, taunting me. No more. I will strike at where he hides and in the process release myself.
It must be hastened. The longer it sleeps, the stronger it shall be when it awakens. The blood of elders will rouse it. Spectator no more, I shall take the mantle of instigator. A foil to the folly of ages.
Sacrifice. Perhaps in sacrifice, I shall find peace. And in peace, I’ll yet be a hero.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Welcome to the city
Caesars yellowed fingers couldn't stop fidgeting with the medals on his uniform.
"All I'm saying Godmother is that we don't have to take this from anyone, least of all those bloated, self-important fuckers! We worked this since the beginning. They have no right to just waltz in here and turn shit-hole upside down. Fuck, this isn't even their juris-fucking-diction! Since when do they handle secular matters?"
"Calm yourself Caesar. There's nothing we can do about it now. The only one who can throw them out is the Regent herself and the Prisci block..."
"Fuck the Regent! She hasn't even shown her face in a decade!"
"CAESAR!" The godmothers childlike hands slapped the antique, solid oak desk. It cracked in several places. "I will not tolerate such treasonous words! Do I need to remind you of your place?"
Caesars fingernails tapped against silver plated pewter. A dying heartbeat.
"No... no Godmother, I apologise. Please excuse my temper. I... I spoke out of turn."
"I will pretend you never said that."
"Thank you Godmother. Your mercy knows no bounds."
"Caesar, you have to understand that what happened here was unprecedented. A whole clan was murdered. Secular or not, this is something the Inquisition will be interested in. There is nothing we can do to stop them. All we can do is our job. Now, about that rat you uncovered..."
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