This is a tale of a special day in the Pub.. The day I finally got the chance to mourn my beloved syre.. My memories of the faithfull days
when my syre was so brutally murdered finally emerged,like a shockwave from within.. It all overwhelmed me with a strenght unknown to me
and a great sorrow emerged as my mourning began... The fear,the shock and the horror..Everything had been surpressed in the pillow of mist
created by time and space.. And now on this night,that mist shattered and the images came clear... Nothing could hold me between my sorrow
The time for mourning was long overdue,and was finally here... And I felt the need to cry, to unleash tears for the sake of my Syre..
My syre was the noblest and finest man I ever knew.. He never told me his name,he didn't have the time he said... For it was in his notion that
he would die soon... I did not believe it back then, but Now I believe he was right... He told me that he was over 400 years old and that he had
a contract against him.. He did not know from where,but he suspected the hands of Ventrue on this contract... And More .. He suspected that the
sting would not come from a Hired Assassin.. But from a vampyre's hand..
And that proved true.. For the Deathsting was indeed delivered by a Ventrue.. A treacherous ventrue killing for the desire of power.... And then
I remembered how I ran... To escape... To get away from the ventrue, I was so certain that he was going to kill me as well.. So I hid inside the
sewers for years and years on end.. Surving by killing rats and the odd cat for survival.... Sometimes I was lucky enough to dump on a mortal wreck
with fresh blood and was able to have a feast on that.. But those moments were rare and they were Few and far between. Countless years after I heard
news on the streets which I could not believe... I heard that a ventrue had been killed for killing another vampyre... They mentioned a name to muffled
for me to hear... And they mentioned that the murdered vampyre was a high ranking vampyre.. Over 400 years old at the time... And then they said that
that there were rumors on the street that he had embraced a man before he had died.. Then I knew what they were talking about.. They were talking about
my sire.. The night after I decided to go out and try to track down where they had gone.. In time I came to a big house, almost a mansion.. The Door was
open,so I walked through.. Shaking with fear and coldness in my body... Someone came out and asked me what I wanted... I told them I was the chylde of
the High Ranking Vampyre that was killed so long ago.. I described how he had been killed and they nodded with reckognizition.. "You must be his last Chylde",
they said,"How have you survived?..without training and practice?".. "I fed on rats mostly",I replied,"I remember little else of my time underground"...
"Hmmmmmm",They Said,"If you wish you could be hiding for a little more.. So you can get trained properly",They Proposed.. I accepted ofcourse..
And I was trained by them till in due time I decided to emerge from my hiding and go into the Pub where I had heard that
I could find fellow kindreds... And there was.. And I have been well accepted amongst their midst... To mention a few of my friends I can reckon:
Venus,BBC,J.R,Mina,Threadony,Sparrow,Spice and many more... You can find me very much alive at the pub from time to time.. I'm expecting your presence at
the The Pub .... Till then... A rose for you all Back to the Embrace
