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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. |
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The Embrace |
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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. |
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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. |