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[Blood Diary Entry - ???]
Now this is just perfect…
I had just escaped a coven in France after I managed to steal one of their ancient relics. Suffice to say, they were not happy—not at all.
But what can I do… I needed the damn thing.
So, I took it.
I shrugged my shoulders and giggled jovially. Until I remembered the situation I was in.
I managed to escape the lion's den only to stumble into the wolf's lair. But how was I supposed to know he was living here, of all places? He moves around randomly and with no pattern at all.
Now the airports are locked, and I'm not sure how he knew I was in Seattle, or if he knows at all.
My only saving grace is that the first thing I did was get in contact with my informant in the city. Otherwise, I would have run into him and be none the wiser.
Damn hybrid.
I need to get out of the city, but with the airports down and pretty much every highway being watched, things are that much more difficult.
I'll need to smuggle myself out, and I have an idea of how I'm going to do it.
The Nosferatu clan are remarkably sneaky—which makes sense, since otherwise they would starve to death, judging by their 'pretty' faces, hunting would be much more difficult otherwise.
The only problem is how to get in touch with them now. Can't use my informant because he was scared beyond his wits, and I had to burn bridges; I couldn't have him singing into the wrong ears. I also can't afford to go to the local Camarilla and their Kindred allies, because I am pretty sure they are under his thumb, for as long as he stays in the city—though I am sure the local prince isn't too happy about it.
My best guess is the sewers… And now I am the one who isn't happy…
I could bring something to appease them.
Yes.
An offering would do well…
And what better offering for a group of starved, ugly-as-sin vampires?
Fresh prey.
I straighten my clothes—a fashionable dress I got during my stay in France—that are bound to get ruined while I scurry around filthy sewers.
I sigh in a bit of dissatisfaction.
Oh well… I can always buy more, but that is as long as I stay alive, and if I stay here, I won't be for much longer.
"You can do this Katherine; you are a big girl!" I prep myself up before getting into the gritty business.
I then proceed to scour the city, looking for any unaware passers-by, but the city is as empty and as quiet as a crypt.
Why? Why is everything in my life so damn complicated?
Soon enough, I spot a fitting pair.
A woman and a child—mother and son, I suppose—rushing through alleys and streets like they were fleeing from something, or in a real hurry. It matters not.
A pity though, these two are right up my tastes. The mother is beautiful and has that mamma bear look, while the boy is cute as a button. It would be fun to indulge in a bit of hedonism and bleed them dry. But these are not for me, unfortunately.
As I was lost in thought and stalking the pair, I am a step too late, as I see a man approach the pair. Judging by the lack of a heartbeat, he is a vampire—one from another bloodline, probably the same one from those Cami snobs.
The man circles the pair, acting like a high and mighty predator. I can't help but find his 'methods' amateurish, fear often times sullies the taste—but oh well, his prey I suppose…
I decide to stay and watch the drama.
Eternity is often quite boring, so one needs to indulge and spice things up a bit to stay sane, and scenes like this do make my undead heart skip a beat.
I see the woman try to pick something from her purse; the smell of it makes my nose wrinkle in disgust.
It has vervain in it…
So that is why she was running.
But vervain has little use in a vampire from that man's bloodline.
Maybe there's something more to it…
Hah, now I want to catch that and study the mixture. Maybe it has some value?
The man catches her wrist and, after taking a whiff of the little vial before tossing it aside.
I speed up and catch the thing before it breaks on the asphalt, before I retreat into the darkness again.
Neither the pair nor the man seems to have noticed anything.
I can't help but smirk. That man really is an amateur, huh?
I see the man rush past them and run his arm through the mother, hands stained in warm blood.
The sight makes my eyebrows twitch in irritation.
That was a perfectly good meal that man just wasted right there.
I really want to beat him up…
But then I realized something peculiar.
The boy didn't scream, didn't wail, didn't faint, he didn't even try to run…
He is just standing there, head low.
Then my blood and every instinct started screaming at me.
RUN.
My blood froze. My breath hitched. Every hair in my body stood straight.
I saw the boy change. Bit by bit.
I saw massive and long claws sprout from his fingers. His face contorting into something monstrous. I saw the bright red glow of his eyes.
Then the growling started.
A horrible, horrible sound that made me—a vampire—feel like prey.
Just what the hell is that boy?
He lifted his head, staring hatefully at the vampire that by all means killed his mother.
Then he roared.
And I thought his growling was bad… But this? This was so much worse.
The entire alley shook. My legs buckled, and I couldn't keep myself straight. I had to hold onto the walls to keep standing.
Then the boy lunged at impossible speed. I had never seen anything move quite so fast.
The boy tore into the vampire, again and again. The sheer brutality made me want to hurl.
The fight was so utterly animalistic that I had a hard time even watching it.
When the vampire tore the boy's ribs and stabbed them in his neck, I flinched from solidary pain and in disgust as well. No class whatsoever.
The boy slammed the man to the ground and retreated, removing his own bones from his neck.
Big mistake…
Now you're going to bleed to death, little one.
I watched in disbelief as the boy just shrugged off the blood cascading down his shoulders and just lunged again.
I saw the boy claw through the man, down from his hip, and up to his shoulders.
Now that is a nasty wound. Too bad it won't kill him, though.
Not to worry, little child, once you die, I'll kill him in your memory!
Then the boy picked the vampire by his ankle while he was still in the air and slammed him to the ground again.
He walked to the man and roared in his ear. That same frightening roar from before.
And he just started slamming the vampire's head on the ground. Until there was nothing left of it—and after that, like it wasn't enough to just obliterate it, he started punching the ground, still slick with brain matter.
And he roared for a third time.
I really wanted to grab the boy. Study him. Learn what makes him tick.
And maybe, just maybe, I had found my little protector… Someone to keep that lunatic at bay.
But then something that made my blood go freezing cold happened.
The boy tensed up, his head shot straight in my direction.
And I just ran.
I ran like my life depended on it.
I didn't even dare look back.
I ran so far that when I stopped, I was already out of the city and quite a distance at that.
My body trembled in fear.
Not even the hybrid ever made me feel like this…
Just what was that boy?