Understanding Helena

I did doubt back in those days that they would ever forgive me. Never before had my Ventrue blood shone through as clear and radiant as during that night. Through deception and, as the others might call it, betrayal, did I bind my dear friend Sean with my blood at the expense of many years of built up trust. Perhaps I ought to mention that I write this not as a pledge for mercy or forgivness; it is rather a wish to tell of this incident as an insight into yet another aspect of my being, that makes me open up my heart like this. During a rather intense and heated moment back in the last few days of year 1890, I tricked all of my best friends by binding one of them, Sean Rathcliffe, to my blood. I did this on purpose and with, as Sean would have said, extreme malice. (As he would have said had he not been tricked into drinking my blood a third and crucial time, that is.) We had all agreed upon binding us together, binding each of us to the whole group. The problem was that we were unsure of how many times we had drunk from each other beforehand. The results were in my eyes obvious. I am still to this day surprised that none of the others attempted the same feat. My Ventrue blood runs deeper than I ever imagined...

I can be reached at helena_mircalla@hotmail.com for comments and thoughts. Please be patient. I have learned to be that. - Helena Mircalla Back to main page This page hosted by   Get your own Free Home Page