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I have grown quite fond of the others...



From the fallen Elysium we would lead down into a manhole to find Stalis the Prince, Alerios the Tremere regent, Dennis the Nosferatu primogen, and others I didn't care to know at the end of the sewers. We were told about a safe place in Vancouver that we would soon flee to. We had found that Seattle had become infested with the Sabbat. There was no safe place here.



As we exited the manhole a Gangrel that was suppose to be gaurding Dalton the Ventrue, would decide to turn the other way. Dalton would become enraged explaining not so calmly how the Gangrel was suppose to be gaurding him but the 7ft. Gangrel man decided to defy his orders. Soon everyone would decide to follow the Gangrel, including me. They havn't really acknowledged my exsistance yet but I don't care. ..do I?



We would get close to Vancover before we were ambushed to another place by these horrid flying monsters. We were taken to an abandonned prison where we met a woman named...well I will call her Marie. She was strange indeed. She first approched Logan, the Brujha. "So it was you that killed my pet?" She was referring to the giant flesh beast at Elysium. "Hell yeah and I can do the same to you..." "Oh really? Thats not very nice." He scowls. "You really hurt my feelings logan.." "Fuck you." He would continue his cursing but she seemed like she didnt care much.



We were taken to our own prisons..for the torturing to began. The Gangrel man was placed in a bizzar room with small circular mirrors..palce everywhere. A whole in the top would open up to let in a beam of sunlight that reflected onto the mirrors, to his skin. He came out of the room alive but with many spiraling sun shaped scars on his body.



The other younger Brujha was placed in a giant room with meathooks...that peirced through his skin but he did not scream though he soon became Marie's meat puppet.



A very young boy named John...15 yrs of age, was sooned to find himself in a cacoon of his own flesh by the flesh crafter Marie.



The Ravnos hid behind her own illusionary wall but Marie looked right past that. The Ravnos would grab a handful of the Ravnos's flash and began to make flesh oragami.



Logan the tough Brujha was placed on a steel table where Marie decided to "play doctor".

He was cut open and mutilated from the inside. He did not die however, untill they stabed his heart with a steak.



Then it came to me. I got off very easily. .....very easily indeed but now I walk around with...pointed ears.

Yes my friends I have elf ears.



My sister lost her retractable fangs so now they are large and always stuck like that.





To make a long story short, we were rescued by Dalton wich had decided to leave us before, Stalis, and Alerios.



I mourn deeply for Logan W. Key. He will be missed by all.

Lets see...where did I leave us off at? Ah I see, I had just gave the morbid message to the prince...



A loud noise was heard at the doors to Elysium busting from the henges. There stood Olzo whith M16's in each hand. A low roar was heard as ghouls of the Sabbat poured in around him filling Elysium like ants. Already, both sides were falling. I look to the side to see a Ventrue that had gone into a frenzy of fear. To my other side I see three Brujha easily fighting the ghouls off. A Gangrel and his sire would jump from enemy to enemy, ripping them apart. A Ravnos somehow keep herself protected I am not sure how though. I am guessing by using her power of illusion.



I had become froze with fear. My sister and I seemed frozen and invisible while the battle was going on and it amazed me how we didn't get hit. As I look around i see Stalis surrounded by ghouls. She would fire freely into the crowd along with her men.



Through the gunshots, shrill screams, and words a low rummbling was heard. The floor to Elysium shook slightly...and then more fiercly. It sounded like a horse's running but magnified. Once the sound had become so loud all battling would come to an halt as the front wall of Elysium came crashing in sending large chunks of marble flying out towards us. The large debree it's self killed most of the Sabbat....and Camarilla in Elysium.



There is stood. Twenty feet. It had the body of a horse. A torse would mold into another twisted torso. Each torso possesed a set of of arms..well the bottom torso did at least. The upper torso held muscular arms that molded into blades which flung wildly at the inhabitants of Elysium. What should have been a horses snout was not. Instead there tentacles.



My breath caught in my throat causing a whimper of fear. I have heard of such things like this. They were made from the Tzimesci, Fleshcrafting it was called. As it started charging deep within the building I look to Stalis. She was gone. As the fear melted away I would grab my sister's hand and we would dash to the side. We see the Gangrel and a Brujah slide under the great beast, shooting and slashing at it's underbelly.



A loud roar would echo through Elysium as it's eye was penitrated with a sword that belonged to the Ravnos. It would hit the ground on it's two front legs. The Gangrel, Brujha, Ravnos, and Ventrue were all working together, cutting at it's underbelly but I could see that the beast would start to stand. Now was my chance.



I would send a surge of greater pain through the beast. It would let out a bloodcurling howl and at the same time it's underbelly would spill open, sending it's inards sloshing onto the floor of Elysium.



Oh and how the wave of victory would wash over me, cleansing me of all doubt about my vampiric nature.



But...my heart pains...for Alabastor. He reminded me much of my father....

We only met and already he is dead....

The heavy rain had came to a drizzle when Ozlo called us to an canned apple making factory that he owned. Since it was late night the place would be empty except for Ozlo and two of his ghouls. Ozlo was a strange man to be the Malkavian Primogen. He had short blonde hair to his olive eyes. He wore comma pants tucked into combat boots. As he spoke his teeth would remain clenched. He greeted my sister and I with unusual tight hugs and from what Alabastor said, he had grown fond of us.



As we walked deeper into the factory my sister and I would be left behind as Alabastor and Ozlo talked. After a eerie moments pause we could hear Ozlo." Alabastor, what do you think of joining the Sabbat?" "No way in hell Ozlo.."

"Too bad Alabastor." Blades would be pulled from two latches at Ozlo's side" ..you could have been great Alabastor."

I watched as Ozlo cut off my sire's legs. Ozlo grabbed him by Alabastor's long brown hair and flung him like a doll into some machinery contained a sturdy surface for the blade to have better impact. Alabastor's head would be layed into what looked like the drain but heavy blades hung above at a slanted angle. His shrill screams frightened me frozen. how I wanted to help but what is this? The two ghouls were holding my sister and I down. As Alabastor would be shredded Ozlo walked to me and grabed me by my coller. His only words were; "Tell Stalis that the Sabbat are on her heels."



Why does death reap the ones I love.He was like my father...

Hello. My name is Chaple Roosevelt. I am twenty years of age and work as a coroner. Sanity has betrayed me so says my sister, Salem. I was sent to Seattle, Washington to a man that could supposedly help my "sickness". It was there I met him. His name was Alabastor and it was he that would bestow the dark kiss to my sister and I.



We Malkavians were not warmly welcomed by the Prince, Stalis the Ventrue but it was no worry to me. I was also introduced to other clans; Brujha, Nosferatu, Toreador, and the Tremere. I could hear them all whispering and pointing and making crude remarks. I had expecting this from what Alabastor had told me...