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The Hall of Hallowed Blood

Welcome to where Clan Ventrue brings it's newfound fledglings into the fold. Where new vampiric eyes first see darkness. Where warm vitae flows from childe to sire and back again. Welcome to the Hall of the Hallowed Blood.

The Embrace

Those eyes... Like the pits of damnation. Like orbs of black steel. I stare into them and I am lost. My mind screams for release. Fear - panic - flight! But my body does not respond. I cannot move. His caress lingers on my face for a heartbeat and then his fingers drift around my neck. His eyes, so gentle - they offer me no mercy.
Why can't I scream?
Like a wolf he pounces. His fangs rake across my throat and pierce my skin. A blaze of heat: rapture. He licks at my essence as it pours from my gullet, then begins to suck. I cling to him like a drowning sailor, like a lover. My rock... My lust. My senses spin into the night, reaching out for solid ground. I clutch at the lapel of his cloak. If there be a Heaven, I pray I go there soon. If there be a Hell, I know I am there now. I feel my life slipping away. My eyes are blurring; I let out one last moan. Shutting out the world of darkness and pain, I rise up, leaving my twisting and heaving body.

Birth of a Vampire
A new fledgling rises into it's first night

The last sand falls through the hourglass. It is calm here. I am at peace.
This be death...the unmaking...
Heat! Pain! Confusion! I smell bitterness. The cold fragrance wrenches my soul from its rest. He holds his wrist toward me. Oozing life, its red gleam beckons to me. I know but one thing: I must drink to live.
Oh Lord pity me!
Like an animal, I lunge. Greedily I suck at his skin. The hot liquor caresses my mouth. I welcome the warmth. Nerves given up for dead return to painful vitality. I try to scream. The life flow continues unabated, filling me. The pain becomes ecstasy. Such exquisite, living agony. We become one.
What have I become?
With a cry, I grasp wildly for the source of life. It is gone. I collapse to the floor. The crash of broken glass resounds somewhere nearby. I am alone. With the gift of life still heavy in my stomach, I sink into the realm of nightmares.

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