[b:e26617e92b]Dont know why I never told you, don’t know why I never tried…[/b:e26617e92b]


I recognize in me such a pheromone cult to terrorize, to eradicate life where I see it, and in a sadistic manner, all of this has led me here, where I am today, the beginning of everything, this eternal recommencement.

Now that I exercised my vengeance on the masses, the generality, I still perceive the need to inflict punishment unto others, make them feel my fucking pain. But somehow,I trust a voice whom tells me to restrain my activities… effect, self mutilation is the only thing that stops the ache.

Amongst my mephistopheles deeds, I look back and see my accomplishments and failures, from simple Kindred to Primogen, I climbed the echelon up to Seneschal to conclusively end up as Prince, where I sadisticly exercised my Reign over everyone,to mention little, those where my accomplisments.

My failures? Serving the Lord of Darkness, I realise today that it has been an idiotic waste of time. And pains me to say, turning my back on my own allies, by either deserting them, giving birth to their own death, or by simply letting them die. I found out the hard way that [b:e26617e92b]NOTHING[/b:e26617e92b] is what it seems.

The only thing that seems real to me is Angelica, my Dahlia, bathed in possession, she is everything and more, the only one that makes me sad, but she is still home to me. I can’t let those feelings build up inside of me anymore, tonight is the night she’s coming home… forever.

After all, I am a slave, and a master, I have the will and capacity to decide, and the obligation to serve under only one name, hers. Tonight is the night she needs to know, tonight is my final night as I am...

Hmm a profound, philosophical change in tone Valek? I'm impressed.

[b:1dc843fc09]Enter the night that she came home… forever.[/b:1dc843fc09]


The sordid racket diffused by Angelica’s laughter made me acknowledge her homecoming, made me realise that my secret, thought engulfed in obscurity, would be unmistakably discerned by her.

« The nights are becoming less luscious as time slips away… nothing’s left to butcher. » She said, entering the room, annoyed by the emptyness of the present nights, my reign as prince had an impact on the hidden society, our society. In the blackest darkness I used to escape my own grave to perform my archfiend deeds, I emptied Cascadia of more than half of its human population, and most of the Kindred, at least, those who disregarded me, annoyed me, or simply out of pure sadistic pleasure, which, was the case in most situations.

« I held my inner self, if it was only for me, total assassination it would have been. » Replied the ex-prince, himself bored out of his mind as well.

« I know Valek, perhaps you should have left Prince-hood before the society forced you out, then maybe there would have been something left. » She replied sarcasticly, knowing this would anger me.

« Consider yourself lucky, you could have been amongst those worthless peons, I had more than one opportunity. » Those words were bound to get her off subject.

« So did I, Childe. » She added, with a malicious smile carved on her diabolical visage. Deep inside, she knew something was wrong, thought the flames were still bright in my eyes, their looks had the profound meaning of deception.

You could tell she was affected by this emotion, her and I never knew, nor were able to hide the most simple subject from each other… it always has been like this, tied by fate.

« What pleases you not in the moment Valek… » She said, pulling a nearby bone-chair to sit on it.

« Lie me not » She added straight after, perceiving the countless cuts and wounds on my being, wounds that I willingly inflected to myself, pain to releive pain, this was how I always worked.

« So fragile, yet so devious, a voice continues to see in me, surviving only to remind me my pain, to remind me to stop before it reaches it’s end, my end. » My words provoked an emotion that even I never saw on her face…worry.

« I never thought this night would arrive so soon… » She spoke after releasing a painful sigh, mounting herself back on her feet.

« This pain is harrowing, and is digging deeper in me Angelica, if you know something, tell me… »

She was restraining herself, obviously trying not to burst out in rage. Why so soon ! she screamed, laying her first down on a nearby wooden table, causing a severe laceration unto the material.

« I vocalized my question, answer it ! ! » Said the Dark entity, pushing his sire against the wall, face first, with his hands. As he turned her to face his angry visage, he immidiately took his hands off of her… her cheeks covered with tears, he lat her go.

« There is something I must tell you… » She said to me, her voice engulfed with an emotion I rarely saw from her, sadness…

[b:0b96f4a4aa]If the pain goes on…[/b:0b96f4a4aa]

« I have screamed for answers until my veins collapsed, waited as my time’s elapsed, and by all the hells my future seems like one big past… » Out of anger my words escaped my cracked lips, I have to say her behavior was far from her usual self, something was wrong, something regarding me, something she absolutely has to tell me before it’s too late.

« Mutilation ceases my agony Angelica, but this can’t go for long, it has to stop » I added once more before handing her the floor for chatter, which to my innevitable deception, took much time, a deep and depressing silence made it’s precense felt much more longer than I would have desired.

I watched sadisticly every movements rendered by herself, contemplating an imminent answer to my question, but things just took too fucking long, I felt the envy of knowing devouring my every nerves, and the pain coming out of it was if as it millions of starving maggots were feasting on me.

Pulling a golden heart held by a small chain from her neck, she looked at it as if it was salvation, a redemption that would erase all her sins, all mines, fuck the only thought of it was ridiculous, no matter how much one would try to dust off my sins list, would never find an end, I sadly did too much, too much that even I may not remember anymore how much I killed, how much I’ve sinned…

« What’s inside… is worth a thousand words… » She said handing me the desired object. I’ve never been a delicate being, just handling this object with caution was pissing me off, seeing the only thing I’ve been thinking the last few nights has been mutilation.

The eyes of Angelica anchored to the motions of her childe, she for once not knew how he would react to what is about to be the most shocking thruth he would have to face, to endure, to realize…

[b:960adaf5b6]I fight for the unconventional…[/b:960adaf5b6]


« She isnt real… I can’t make her real ! ! » The dark escence spoke, surprisingly not out of anger, but passion. In this sacred medallion lied a secret for which he long sought answers, answers he entered in possession moments ago.

« Martyrdom, there lies the unorthodox path I choosed… my innevitable fate. » Said he once more, becoming less lucid. His thoughts about what lied inside had always been stressfull, now ? became worse.

« Valek… even us may turn back on what we did, we may certainly not forget about it, but forgiveness is always something within our reach, if not granted, at least we would have tried… » Said the sombre enchantress with compassion to her own childe.

« And how do you suggest we proceed with this ? Certainly not my way. » For one of the rare times the Dark One had put in questions the effects of his actions before throwing himself in the lion’s den. He knew all to well the importance of this, and would go on carefuly with the matter.

« Never in the history of the Cappadocian’s such a thing has been attempted, even I had never dared to take on such risks, if I think this way, imagine the younger ones Angelica. »

« I did once… » Angelica mentioned to Valek’s enormous shock, even he in his wildest dreams never believed such a thing possible.

« Do not mock me ! » He answered angrily, completely sure of the falseness of her sayings.

« It requires more than only myself, more than only your being as well, more than the two of us, the totality of our clan would have to make a precense to the event, if should it happen, after all, we persecuted them more times than I could remember. Nonetheless, it is the only way… »

A long and uncomfortable silence invaded the walls, the air. The following answer would determine a drastic turn in their unlives, a turn that they both needed to take before time slips away on them.

« Fine… let us redeem ourselves to their eyes »

For the first time I had a chance to stop my suffering without thinking of ending my escence. Thought it is the most difficult step I’m undertaking, I’m staying confident, for I can feel a change in me, something I feel can forever ease my pain, something I will NEVER let slip away from me…What lies in this medallion ? You will know soon enough...

[b:5d0db7b9f7]Court of horrors[/b:5d0db7b9f7]

The funerary grounds were as I expected, neglected of any precense. Nothing had changed, no abberant changes, nothing, the place had remained as I left it years ago, alone.

« The search has been more severe than I thought it would, but we found it » Angelica had spoken, the search of this ancient burial ground had proven to be more of a bitch than we thought it would. Thought I came numerous times in the past, a wall always stood in between myself and the goal, always seemed like the place was moving from a location to another by itself.

« Here comes the welcoming committee » Whispered the dark one, sensing the precense of Cappadocians Elders.

« I know you hate them Valek, but do refrain from angering them at the moment, they are the key to everything we’re searching for now » Tough luck, after hundreds of years of betrayal, I come back willingly to have a gun put straight in my face…

« You know strickly nothing about it enchantress, nothing… » I replied to her, thought I wanted to discover the why’s of the medallion, I at the same time desired to simply crush it and throw it away, being where I am right now was for me like going to a warzone without any arms.

« I know how you feel childe, I feel just the same. » She added, obviously she had to be feeling the same as I. In wait of their arrival we simply had decided to wait for them, harms crossed, and nothin more.

« Let it go » she whispered to me, her hand pushing back mine, having it on the handle of my sword, it ended up pushing it back into its rightful place, probably avoiding a bloodbath, but I couldnt help it, I always hated my own clan for what they did to me, of course, there has been a selected few whom I considered good friends, but over the years, over my actions, I had lost track of them all.

The gathering was a breathtaking view, fuck I never thought there was as much elders left in our ranks… It is then I learned that even me, could be in lack of answers sometimes.

« Honor or disgrace, I may not step forward and mention which one fits your precense the best, murderous betrayer. Your visage leaves a foul taste in my mouth, so make it fast, speak your request. » Spoke one of the present members of the elder clan.

« Do not tempt me Cascius, I recognize your voice even after all those years, for once I came with good intentions, do not make me change my mind » I replied to this infamous fucker.

« Seeking redemption are you ? Enora will be most pleased to hear you finaly came to reason, come murderer, and see if she may wash away your actions. » Staying calm was becoming more of a challenge after hearing the sarcastic words of Cascius, after all this time, he never grew tired of playing with my nerves, seems like all the beatings he took from me was not enough.

With no other choice but to follow them blindly in their refuge, I still didnt knew if he was really going to present us both to Enora, or simply leading us in a death-trap. Whatever it proves to be, what more do I have to lose ? certainly not my soul, never had one, don’t think I ever will.

[i:5d0db7b9f7][b:5d0db7b9f7]From the moment we had met with them, hours had passed, walking amongst those I considered my ennemies had not been a pleasant run, and it has been quite some time that Angelica and myself had been put into prison quarters, in wait for Enora’s answer, to see if she would grant us the honor of her precense…[/b:5d0db7b9f7][/i:5d0db7b9f7]

« That worthless whore is starting to get on my nerves, it has been hours now, my wait has been long enough ! »

« Calm down Valek, you know she probably does it intentionaly, just sit and wait, she might just want to see if you changed. After all, it has been over a hundred year since she last agreed to see someone face to face, you know as well as I do that we’re asking a lot. » Said Angelica.

Suddenly the wooden door of our chamber opened, revealing a hooded being, stepping inside, he had mentioned that Enora had finaly decided to answer our call. Being escorted by numerous guards, we had been led to what we Cappadocian always called the [b:5d0db7b9f7]Court of Horrors[/b:5d0db7b9f7], it is there where many of us whom committed crimes had last saw the moonlight...

[b:1a7ccaf7a1]An old friend…[/b:1a7ccaf7a1]


The hundred years old room of the elders was jam-packed wall-to-wall by the ancient of our clan, and the new blood. The atmosphere was tense, and the eyes of every kindred present were fixed both upon me and Angelica… their glare was as if they were expecting something against them coming from me, as I did numerous times in the past, only this time, they feared the worst, Enora’s gracious precense was the reason why of their behaviors.

« I’m sure there is no need to announce the author of disgracious crimes and countless murders amongst us this night… » It seems Cascius had never let go the hatred he had for me over the countless years, hell, can’t blame him, if I have a chance to assassinate this fiend this night I would, but I must say all the odds are against me in this present situation.

« This suffice Cascius, your lips had let escape enough foul words in this court » Replied a white cloaked women, stepping in the chamber as she mentioned the words. Her march and stance were filled by nothing less than grace, truly her reputation was living up to her.

« As you wish empress. Do forgive my lack of manners. » He said… forgived, but no more disturbance will be allowed from you, the empress replied, it seems that she was both sastisfied and annoyed to be present at this court, after decades of exile one learns to enjoy and love loneliness, for us Cappadocian, it is truly what we always treasured.

« I have no desire of being here Lord Valek, nor to be in your precense, I must admit I know not truly your intentions… » Enora spoke, lowering the hood from her head, revealing her stunning visage. Dark brown hair, yellow cat eyes, and the rest was only left to imagine.

« For some time now I have felt different, seeking redemption where I could find it, bu to no avail. Recently my well know pain to you has been becoming worst, the only way for me to endure it is to inflict a greater ammount of pain to myself, seems senseless, but it is the very truth. I am no longer able to sustain any of it anymore, so I turned to my sire for answers… »

« And I presume she gave you what you were looking for didnt she ? »

« Indeed, but she had also informed me of a way to stop this unceasing pain of mine, and this way has to pass thru yourself, which is the reason of my precense… »

Enora’s behavior was formidable, her words were as if she understood where I was coming from, as if she lived it once before. The most surprising aspect of her was assurely knowing nearly everything I blurted out before I even actually lat the fucking thing out.

Sending a chaser to retrieve the medallion from myself, she examined it from every angles, inside out, but for the most part her attention has been attrackted from the enormous secret revealed in the inside of the artifact.

« I can see why now you came seeking my guidance…this leaves me breathless. » Enora said, the emotion on her face had been near mine when I discovered part of the truth lying inside of it when I first glanced at it.

« You seek [b:1a7ccaf7a1]The Awakening[/b:1a7ccaf7a1] isnt it ? » She said.

« As a matter of fact I do, but first I must ask for redemption for my past actions, on which you understand is no easy task for me » Spoke the Dark escence, he knew well that she wouldnt grant redemption in an heartbeat.

« Don’t expect me to simply erase what you’ve did Valek, God himself would find it hard. And by God, what tells me you have really changed, what proves me that this is the truth and not just a little game you’re playing ? What tells me ? »

« You will have to trust me Enora… » I answered, obviously she wouldnt really grant me this chance right away, and not this easily.

« I can’t trust you Valek, you betrayed me more than I’d like to remember in the past… »

« I take it my demand meets denial ? » I asked, wanting to know her decision.

« Not denial, but you will have to gain my trust before I allow such a thing to take place… »

« And this thing is ? »

« Not so long ago you turned your back on someone whom always had supported you, thru good and bad times, he was there to give you a hand at the expence of his own unlife. I want you to find him, and help him, for he his about to face someone he alone may not handle. And before you ask, no this is not just the only task I have for you, I also want you to create a pupil of yourself, embrace one whom has faith, and have him or her follow your guidance, but beware of this Valek, guide this person well, I give you a month for both of those tasks, it is short I know, but this delay is all I’m giving you… »

With a deep breath I considered the pros and the cons of her demands, I really needed this redemption before this pain eats me completely, so I really have no other choice to accept, plus, curiosity was taking over me, who was the motherfuckin’ friend of mine I lat go ? I don’t remember any of which I stood by whithout backstabbing them.

« Fine I agree, but I wish to know who is this mentioned old friend of mine ? »

A long silence and a smile accompanied the visage of Enora before she spoke the following word….

« Raven…. »

[b:50224e21bd]Cerebral assassin…[/b:50224e21bd]

Enora’s demands had been made crystal clear, she wouldnt grant me any favors before I can prove her my transformation, or at least, something along those lines. I can’t actually believe she’s asking so much in so little time, fuck knows that Raven will be both surprised and beyond pissed to see the betrayer whom nearly cost him his unlife. But this is far from being the hardest part, siring and force to understand a mortal our ways in so little time will be demanding…

Lilith, she sures remember what disobaying me costs, as a matter of fact she is still learning the side effects of confronting me. She was once a Cappadocian, and now she could easily be mistaken for a fuckin and annoying Malkavian.Years of severe mental torture administrated by none other than myself, proved to be effective, she went out of her mind, completely insane. That I can clearly remember of, Lilith had been my only childe, ironic that she beared the same name as the Lilith from nod. She had always loved the duality.

But enough about this fuckin’ bitch, I have important matters to tend to.

« Enora has the gifted talent to require what can’t be achieved… » said Angelica, obviously wondering herself as well if all of this could be made possible, after all, just finding Raven would be time consuming, those Brujah’s are so not predictable…

« And siring in a month ? without brutalizing the subject it can hardly be done » she added straight after.

With a smirk, the Dark One glanced at his sire, his idea seemed to be already made..

« Mind tricks Angelica, mind tricks… » He added, those words triggered something in her mind, now she knew who Valek had in mind for the embrace, and this promised to be good.

« Say she called me the cerebral assassin the last time? she had no fucking idea what it meant… » The former prince said, obviously already enjoying what was coming. Of course he knew this would be a delicate subject, and he knew all too well that he would have to play things differently… how, it remains to be seen…

[i:94292de6cf][b:94292de6cf]Requiem for a dream…[/b:94292de6cf]

I will always remember what forced me to live in secrecy, I wont be able to forget what happened to me the night of my marriage. Oh things seemed so beautiful this night, I had everything for myself,wealth, love and fame, yet a single action from someone who remains nameless to me even those nights, came and crushed my every dreams… the ceremony abrutely stoped by a sadistic serial murderer, a merciless vampire... he took away the love of my life, my family and closest friends, beating them to a bloody pulp until dead did us part.*Painful sigh*

Even tho what he did to my fiance killed me, the macabre view of horror given to me by what he perpertrated on the preacher tainted my heart, mind and soul forever. Everytime I think of these sad times, I cannot help but to think how can someone, even a vampire be this way ? so merciless, emotionless, its… just isnt right.

Ever since this night, I promised my dead fiance, that if one night I ever see this creature again, I would do anything in my power to tear him down. Yet again I know that vengeance would not be the right path to choose, but this is the only thing I have left, let alone my faith.*sigh*

Now here I sit home, the cathedral where everything took place. Staying here had allowed me to heal a little, praying and the precense of holy spirits had knew how to keep my chin up most of the time, oh but those moments never really last, theres always a thought reaching me by the foot, pulling me back into the depts of the lake, drowning me in my sadness.Oh If only this beast would have taken my life as well, I wouldnt be here mourning what I’ve loss,my loved ones and my normal life, but instead this night, he violated my eyes with his filthy glare, bringing every dreams of mine to an end…

With all theses bosoms in mind, I had to keep myself faultlessly busy. Grounding a lot of time on martial arts and the way of the sword with an old cutlass I had found in the Cathedral’s library amongst hundreds of books dedicated to many fighting techniques, was how I killed my time. I guess the occupants must had found the time to read and train a little, lucky me, I had too since then.

I also had a strange dream last night, a man half in shadows and half in light, visiting me for God knows what. What disturbed me the most was the possible meaning of this dream, as if this entity was strungling to know on which side to finaly step on…

[b:94292de6cf]As Requiem began her usual tour of the Cathedral for the night, making sure every doors were locked, and everything to it’s rightful place, she felt disturbed by a precense narrowing it’s distance to hers, thought only a vampire would suffer from those sentiments, even human, she could still perceive it… strange.

It was only after a few disturbing minutes that this emotion went away. Feeling she would not be able to sleep at the moment, she went to the Cathedral’s library, picked up a book and went back to the main hall of the place, taking a sit on one of the many pews.

*KNOCK* * KNOCK * * KNOCK * *KNOCK * * KNOCK * * KNOCK *

Those ‘’ Knocking ‘’ noises made her feel the precense overwhelming her yet again. Who could that be ? She asked herself…[/b:94292de6cf][/i:94292de6cf]

[b:cec061f678]So fragile… yet so devious.[/b:cec061f678]

The thrill triggered in her vains by the sonance of abuse in those knockings, made her realize that she not only feared fear, she also loved it in a strange manner. The weather outside had became more menacing, heavy rain, strong bursts of wind and of course the thunder.

« Damn it ! » She blurted out, jumping with fright, the thunder had carressed the ground nearby without any warnings. Delicately placing the book she was holding on a pew aside her, she placed a foot in front of the other carefuly, anticipating who could be behind the Cathedral’s doors.

Soaking a few fingers in the Angelic statue pool of holy water, she blessed herself before delicately wrapping her every fingers around the door handle. Tightening her grasp, she turned the object until a *click* had been heard. This better be worth it, she said, pulling the door open very slowly, a long and uncomfortable creak accompanying the motion all along the process.

Behind the secrecy of the wooden doors, she found a tall being, dressed in a tradional long and black trench coat and black hair. Seeing the being in question from behind, she remained silent, watching him with simplicity. Who are you ? said the girl, to no avail, the being kept his back turned and remained silent.

At this moment, the same ‘thrill’ feeling envaded her senses, carressing her inner self. Seeing words was getting her nowhere, she extended an arm, reaching for the shoulder of this tall being.

« Christ ! I know I took nothing this time… » She whispered when she hurted herself to the cruel reality, her hand passing thru the being in question. She closed her eyes and rubbed them a little with a finger… Her pupils lifting themselves up once more she had noticed that no one was there, a vision, she thought.

An hand placed itself on her left shoulder, paralyzed by panic, her eyes lowered to witness a very pale hand, long and yellow sharp nails, typical to a methuselah. Getting turned to face the obvious owner of the hand, she fell down as her eyes met the one of the other present in the Cathedral, fear had paralyzed her throat, and it seemed as if she couldnt scream, nothing.

Pulling herself backwards with her hands, she kept her eyes on the murderer of her fiance, the one responsible for her torments… The Dark one stood in place, and did something he usualy never does, waiting patiently for her to get up.

As she finaly realized that she was not experiencing another vision, she stood up, her fists clenched, obviously she remembered his visage, whom could forget the one who took everything you had away after all ?

Making haste, she threw a punch that had actually managed to touch the Dark One’s visage, the second one however was another story, catching the other hit in its hand, the being tightened his fists around hers, grounding her in place.

« Believe it or not, I’m not here to finish what I’ve started… » The being said, referring about what he did in the past to her.

« Bullshit ! ! » she screamed, her right foot hitting the Dark One’s torso.

« You better believe it » Valek added, pushing her past the doors of the Cathedral…

[b:c0bfb6b90e]I hate my darkest days…[/b:c0bfb6b90e]

[i:c0bfb6b90e]I always wondered how it would feel deep down inside when this predestined instant would open it’s sacred doors to me, *sigh* how I felt is a bit how I thought I would and… it was not really what I had expected… thought I know I should had known better than to let anger cloud my emotions, it is exactly what happened.

Desoriented by anger, I inclined my right arm, precipating my hand to the handgun that once belong to my fiance, I stripped it from under the belt I wore around my waist, to conclusively fire a single shot… This crucial moment ran so fast, that I never remembered pulling the trigger, ugh… what a pain.

Contemplating the body collapsing in the dirtyness of the mud covering the terrain, I lied down myself, trying to recuperate a little, the push he had gave me rammed me as hard than a train would at its maximum capacity. * painful moan * I may be in grueling pain, but at least he’s dead.

‘’ Vampire tales are innacurate ‘’ I thought, proceeding on my two feet, hearing the * plops * of each tear of mud falling back on the soiled ground in the gesticulation.

‘’ God, hear my plea, forgive me for what I have done, and for what I’m about to do, may your infinite kindness finds a place for this being in your heart, even if my heart desire otherwise… even of he deserves otherwise…amen. ‘’ Prayed the girl, kneeling down aside her victim.

Delicately, I tightened my hand around the being’s sword handle, wrapping my fingers one by one around it. Stealing from the dead was for me a first, and I must say I had a pretty strange impression, and believe it or not, I enjoyed every seconds of it.

‘’ Believe, worship, be honest, be grateful…‘’ I said, readying myself, bringing the sword further back, strenghtening my swing.

‘’ If only you knew what it meant… ‘’ he said, bringing his hand to the weapon’s handle, taking it from my hands, pushing me once more in the process.

‘’ Now you listen to me one last time, he said. I am NOT here to finish what I’ve started in the past ! Now you can either die on your two feet, or listen to me, the choice is yours… meditate it wisely, I won’t give any second thoughts once your mind has been made up. ‘’

I did not knew what to think, nor what to do, If a bullet through his brain couldnt kill him, I certainly wouldnt risk myself trying again. I had no other choices than to hear what he had to say…[/i:c0bfb6b90e]

[b:6c667c4762]All of my endings… waiting to begin...[/b:6c667c4762]

The tenebrous voice of the former Cascadian Prince had informed well enough Requiem of his own past, however, his hidden idendity he wished to keep secret, simply wishing to forget about it, moving on was the best solution.

The savages action he sadisctly agreed to inflict upon the vampire Reannag marked greatly the young human, sickened would be the correct words to describe her visage. And the history of the behemothic war with the Ventrue Gabriel O’Brien, had placed a great ammount of doubts in her heart as if yes or no she could believe what this beast was blurting out.

Immortality seemed most pleasent to her, however it also meant living with her scars and heartbreaks throughout the entire immensity of eternal life. Pondering the pros and cons of this one time offer, she agreed… hoping she would be able to avenge the death of her fallen lover… after all, she will have all eternity to plan meticulously her every desires.

Brushing the hair off her neck, she offered herself to the dark entity, with somewhat an hesitating look upon her face. It was with a malicious laughter the the ex-prince approached the girl, grasping her by both of her shoulder, before savagely sinking his enraged fangs inside the softness of her tender-white skin.

Requiem met the ground roughly after the embrace, placing her hand on the wound, giving it a small pressure hoping to avoid any external bleeding, wishing not to die out of her own vitae.

She than lat go, her hands now grasping her stomach, the pain devouring her innards, was not a creature, but only the painfulness of an embrace, her body was dying. Quit the fuckin’ screams, your body is dying that is all, said the tenebrous being.

Once death had enwraped its arms on her, an humongus thunder clasp had fallen down on ground level not so far away, the elder gods were certainly not happy about it, not really knowing the outcome of all of this.

‘’ The only thing I ever really loved was hate and hurting you, she’s gonna teach me otherwise…’’ mentioned Valek, his head raised to face the night sky.

[b:b670c78820]Nightfall..[/b:b670c78820]

My downfall had proven me wrong one more time, an heartbreak isnt the most painful emotion in this world, death is. I never felt so much pain concentrated in a single moment, for me, nothing approaches this feeling.

It’s been a few hours now that I’m awake, I remained in the bed where I actualy stepped out of my slumber, don’t know how I got there, and I’m not absolutely sure I even want to find out the honest truth.

God was I thirsty, so I drank every glass of water, wine, and alcohol availabe in the little closet nearby. None of them managed to quench my thirst, and I know all too well what I had to swallow to push this undying hunger away from me, but I was just not ready for it yet. And as it if this whole situation wasnt enough, I found a note nailed on the wall by a machete.

‘’ When you will drink the blood of your first victim, only then will I appear to you again, only then will you be eternal and only then will you become my childe.’’ It said, but by all the hells I wasnt ready for it, and I will certainly not go against my will, but on the other hand, I agreed to become what I am now, and for fuck’s sake, this thirst is devouring my innards, I have to do something and fast.

No matter how I feel, this had to be done at nightfall, and it will. He wants blood ? believe me he’ll have plenty of it ! enough to bath in for a lifetime.

[b:b670c78820]Grasping the machete, Requiem left the deserted victorian house, the one whom her sire kept her in. She walked amongst the living for some time until she found a golden occasion. Many times during her nightwalk she had visions of what her sire was doing, she knew that he was approaching, so she awaited on the beach, hidden amongst the edge of a cliff, waiting for some unlucky travelers. It took only a few minutes for a group to venture forth, she slaughtered them mercilessly.

Later that night the fallen one had returned into the deserted habitat, only to find out that his childe was naked in the bathtub, bathing in the blood of her victims. This was bound to get his attention, and she knew it…[/b:b670c78820]

[b:4f3082e9f0]You’ve suffered then, now suffer to me…[/b:4f3082e9f0]

Clapping hands, congratulating his childe for the horrors she devoted herself to this past night, he approached the now palid corpse that became the body of the ever faithful Requiem. She sunk a little bit more into the bath-thub, sensing something devious, impure intentions radiating from her maker.

‘’ Are you even at all satisfied ?’’ Asked the naked dahlia, her slender body still bathing in the atrocities of tainted blood, the vitae of the dead. Ignoring the bitter voice of his own creation, he knelt down aside the old victorian bath, his hand sinking underneath the redish liquid, the temptation called in his mind, but he had his intentions set upon something else…

Cascading his skin cracked hand upon the tenderness of her skin, he took the needed time to admire the beauty of his creation, his hand feeling every curves, his long nails lightly clawing the purity of her vital tissues…that is about when he grasped her throat violently, forcing her head underneath the blood level of the bath.

‘’ You are nothing more, something less… you’re mine.’’ Standing up while licking his tainted hand, he pushed the bath-thub with his right leg, emptying it’s contnent along with Requiem, his eyes delighted by the suffering he caused, made his precious creature a little bit more hesitant about everything.

‘’ Fuck ! what’s wrong with you…’’ asked the newblood, pulling on the nearby curtain, wraping it around herself. She was understanding less as each nights flew by, in so little time he had built what was lightly ressembling trust, and the other, he spent it tearing it down.

‘’ On your knees…’’ he demanded, pointing the soiled ground with his finger. The sick smile covering his face disapeared with haste, as she denied him the request.

‘’ This is no request, but an order… kneel the fuck down !’’ He added, ramming the back of his hand accross her face, forcing her palid body to greet the dust.

‘’ I can make it as severe as I can, until you realise you’ll never take a stand, you obay no questions asked… do you understand ?’’

‘’ You’re pushing it too far master, I am NOT your slave…’’ she answered, tigthening the material, making sure it held it’s place. She knew somehow he needed her for whatever he had to do, and taking advantage of it prooved not so efficent, she would have to try another way around.

‘’ You’ll be whatever I’ll tell you to be…’’ Said the tenebrous being, his words had granted him yet another defiance from his childe, not that he didnt liked the pain, but her deviousness was seriously nailing his sensible nerves.

‘’ Dare hit me again, and I’ll have to find someone else for this task…’’

‘’ Who the hell do you think you are !’’ she screamed, as he turned his back, pacing away slowly. Pacing towards him equally, she placed her hand upon his shoulder, turning him to face her visage.

My God, Requiem was in shock as she noticed thousands of maggots radiating from the tenebrous corpse of the former Prince.

The maggots quickly invaded every walls, the view was astonishing, but repulsive. The little creatures formed a mouth upon the wall, and as the Dark One spoke, the lips moved to his words…

[b:4f3082e9f0]I’ll be waiting… [/b:4f3082e9f0]

[b:b53a736e82]Queen Of The Damned… [/b:b53a736e82]

‘’ Delightfuly psychotic, is it not ? ’’ infecting the haunted chamber with her malefic precense, the macabre Dahlia commented on her childe’s actions, whom as always, remained so sadisticly pleasurable to witness.

‘’ Do not make him wait, you might just regret it…’’ said Angelica, kneeling down to engulf the palm of her hand with living maggots. Regain her innitial stance, she paced amongst the crawling invadors to conclusively reach the newblood, moving those littles creatures intentionaly, spraying some upon the delightful carcass of Requiem.

‘’ Nefarious beings, nothing more…’’ gracing the cubicle with harsh words, Requiem refered to both of them, being simply nothing more than two sadistic fucks.

‘’ Perhaps my dear, whatever suits your little fantasies… just remember that you are now one of us. ‘’ said the tenebrous mother of shadows, devouring and swallowing the hundred of maggots she had encaptured with the grasp of one hand.

Draping her satin white visage with the tattered curtain she had ripped off earlier, she wished to wash away the impurity her eyes had suffered, but this was a bald move, that she enjoys it or not, she was now part of their bloodline, and never would she be able to escape their grasp, at least for now.

Enough ! the feral roar of her word stated her surrender to her captors, for now she might as well follow the path offered. Valek had always been a master in cerebral torture, and Requiem had been his latest pet project for the night, and it sufficed to corrupt her mind.

With heavy pupils, she willingly surrendered to her maker, he would be most pleased with this victory, one task accomplished. The hardest one still remained to come, meeting the Raven… a Brujah who's strenght was only equal to his arrogance...