A few days latter things have gone ok shes overstayed herself at the library (Im sorry for controlling your charachter but sadly thats hard to avoid at times)

On the walk back once again she feels something menacing something horrifying but doesnt know what it is... until Something lunges at her out of the shadows... and no matter how much she screams no one seems to notice...

As something comes out of the shadows, it's as if for an instant every fearful childhood dream has been confirmed. Adrenaline courses through Sadie. There is no fight in her response, only flight. She tries to run, numbly, totally fueled on terror.

She is not able to get away.. she Feels herself pushed down... but instead of the ... what she would normally fear from somone stalking a girl her age... they dont go after her no no bits or her chest instead the figure Bares her neck and then she feels sharp horrible pain coming from her throat its horrifying  beyond words every moment she feels violated even more then by what she might have feared and totally helpless...

And everything fades to black...

Cue the Embrace Now Kindred of Clan Ventrue. Add Blood Potency 1 and 3 discipline dots-

A few hours latter you awaken feeling strange alien sensations you cannot comprehend. you've been left for dead right behind a dumpster and feel horribly, horribly hungry.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 11):

Sadie opens her eyes. She tries to get her bearings, looking around. The last few minutes of conciousness come back to her. She feels so strange, but she remembers well, and despite herself, she curls up and cries. Right now she doesn't care if crying makes her a child. This is the only response she can muster to such a horrific violation.

After a bit whats she do she feels horribly hungry even through her violation and also notices her senses have changed become much sharper.

You can see Perfectly well even though you can tell its so dark you should barely be able to make anything out.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 13):

After her tears subside, Sadie sitsup and dries her face. How can she think of food at a time like this? She had had a very light dinner. She wonders if she should report the attack. The idea is very unappealing. She doesn't even want to think about it, and perhaps if she didn't it would go away for a little while. She seems unhurt now, maybe she had passed out?

She brushes dirt off her pants and heads in the direction of the cafeteria. It stays open until 1am, so she knows she can go there for food. Such an ordinary thing to be doing.....she feels so out of sorts. Had the campus security finally relented and added more lighting? It seems a lot brighter. She thinks about the lunging black form and the sharp pain in her neck without meaning to, and tears threaten again. She bites her lip, trying to think about anything else.

Well in the Cafeteria the one or two other students she smells them in a weird way can smell the blood within their veins

and the food tastes empty and flavorless and she cant hold it though she knows not why...
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 15):

Sadie tries not to jolt her stomach on the way to the nearby bathroom. As it is she almost doesn't make it to the toilet before she vomits up what she had managed to get down. Distress is starting to creep back up on her. What is wrong with her? Her throat tightens, and she washes her face in the sink, trying to calm down.

The bathrooms near the cafeteria are notoriously dirty, so nobody on campus uses them unless they have to. Late at night it is even less frequented. Sadie looks in the mirror at herself, fairly confident she will not be disturbed. In this she is wrong. The door swings open, admitting a first year student. Her trailing brown hair is expertly curled, and even in the florecent light her makeup compliments her. Aside from this Sadie also notices she smells GOOD. Even after vomiting she is suddenly starving.

Sadie stays leaning over at the sink, thinking of very little other than the girl. Her mind is all jumbled up, and she doesn't know what to think even if she could think of something else. The toilet flushes, and the girl comes over to the sinks. An unused sink stands between them, but from here her smell seems intoxicating.

Without thinking she walks over to the girl, stepping up close enough so their bodies are almost touching. The girl is surprised, obviously, and caught offguard. Sadie's short, thin frame offers no threat and she doesn't step away immediately. She looks questioningly at Sadie, who grabs her suddenly and with great speed. In a small part of her mind, Sadie knows a girl so much stronger than her should have no trouble pulling away from her. The girl seems so slow to her, and somehow Sadie wants to taste the blood in her veins. Such a strange idea, ridiculous even if Sadie had the time to think about it. She isn't thinking about it.

Your able to get hold of her... she seems scared and trys shouting but no one answers right away... and your teeth suddenly your incisors grow long... and you find if you try biting her neck that her blood tastes rich and hot and sweet and nourishes you yet it is also strangely soothing as it flows in bit by bit  you hunger for more... it may be difficult to not take everything.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 18):

Part of her says to stop; this is wrong, this is hurtful. But she doesn't want to stop. It feels and tastes so good. Why must she always be bound by doing the right thing? Even without the bloodlust (though she hadn't given much thought to what it actually was), her energy to do "the proper thing" was failing. She is worn thin with it, more than any 15 year old should ever be. Like any mortal she had heard stories about vampires; made up evil creatures with a thirst for blood. She didn't initially openly aknowledge this as a possible reality, but she's not stupid. There is nothing else this could be. Illogically, she feels vindication and excitement, as a child would who just confirmed the existance of the monster living in their closet. Make-believe is one thing, truth is another. While she is beginning to like this, she is also still afraid.

Sadie pays no attention to the struggles of her victim. She is completely enraptured with the hot blood pouring into her mouth. The girl's struggles become less coordinated. She stops trying to push Sadie away, using her weakened legs to push along the floor and away from her attacker. Sadie is not deterred at all. She doesn't pause for an instant, though she feels the girl will die very soon. The realization just isn't strong enough to override the sweet taste of her blood.

Only when the girl slumps limply and unbreathing on the floor does Sadie draw back. She pants, but stops when she realizes she doesn't feel the need to catch her breath. She looks down at the cooling body huddled on the floor. A wave of regret and pity hits Sadie....she killed her. She had killed a person. She is in so much trouble. Vampires are evil, killing is evil....but Sadie doesn't feel evil. She feels sorry for the girl. This is wrong, but her heart aches to see the lifeless form. Her regret somehow softens this. Sadie stumbles over to the sink, confused. She washes the blood from her mouth and chin. The only spilt blood she wears is on her dark vest, and not noticable. She feels somehow reluctant to leave the girl's body, as if somehow she can help or make it better. But even she knows eventually someone will come into the bathrooms even at this hour, and she doesn't want to be here.

Sadie sits on a shadowed bench under an ancient tree. The dark seems so bright to her now, and she knows what she is vaguely. She doesn't have to fear the dark any more. She watches the occasional late nighter pass by, unnoticed. She needs time to think. The heartbeats and smells of passerbys is very distracting.

She finds herself sated for the moment at least...

she sees others going about their business... business that she is no longer a part of.


She feels the girls blood her life inside of her now a part of her...

The Hunger is numbed a bit for now... but hasnt gone away entirely its always there at the back of her mind...

She instinctively knows theirs much more she can do if she but trys, with the stolen blood that courses through her veins.

With such power she can ensure her own survival and accomplish who knows what goals.


She also knows that shes a few hours away from the sunrise... and how is she going to hide..
(OOC: I rolled Detachment, 1 success, so she doesnt lose humanity but gains the bestial condition)
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 20):

Sadie likes the feeling of power coursing through her. If she didn't want to follow stifling rules, maybe with this she could make them instead. Who would stop her? She can't be the only vampire....she had been turned by one. She shuddered thinking about it. How many vampires were there? In all the movies a vampire who made another vampire lingered; taught or had authority over their 'child'. They must have gotten that part wrong. She feels very alone all of a sudden.

Sadie knows a vampire cannot be out during the day, and that's what she seems to be now. She can feel the dawn not far off. She thinks of the darkness of the basement labs in the old chemistry building. A new one had been built just before she came to the university, but classes were still held in the upper levels. She had peeked down to the windowless stone basement rooms before a class once. Nobody ever went down there anymore; the old labs were out of date now, and had been totally abandoned. She can't imagine daylight making it down there.

The old lab is musty. Dusty stone still gives off a sterile chemical smell. She crawls into one of the cupboards built below the lab benches. As small as she still is, it doesn't even feel very cramped. Is she suppose to do something? She sits waiting in the complete darkness.

One moment nothing, the next she feels nearly crippling lethargy, and she plunges into oblivion seconds latter...

Maybe a moment, maybe an eternity latter... she feels awareness return to her, can FEEL as a small bit of her precious blood is consumed forced through her corpse, revitalizing limbs and conciousness returns to her... all in a dizzying rush of awareness

As for her Creator she can sense SOMETHING just a tugging if she pauses to think on it, she might be able to follow it...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 22):

Sadie obediently follows the tugging. This must be what geese feel flying north. She wasn't a goose though, she wasn't even breathing. Though she caught herself doing it automatically when thinking about other things. Not following whatever sense this was doesn't occur to her. She has nothing else to do now anyway. If she goes back to her dorm, her roommate is going to wonder why she didn't attend classes. She wouldn't know what to tell her. Even if she switched to night classes, she would fail this semester's classes. It's too late to change them. If she was going to keep attending school at all. Was her life over now?

Sadie is wondering what will become of her as she walks. She feels she's getting very close to whatever it is she is going to. Where is she going to go? Where will she live? Is she suppose to hang out in a cemetery like movie vampires? Surely she can't keep hiding in the basement chemistry labs. She had only thought about the most pressing matters last night, but now as she considered her future (or lack thereof) she felt utterly lost. She stops, she has arrived at her destination.

She finds herself again coming to the gated community the guard tells her shes expected...

And again at the door "Mr Wiltson was expecting to see you at some point" Maid says cheerfully.

(OOC: in 2nd edition with high humanity and low blood potency, you can survive most of the day in the sun... though of course, she doesnt know that.)
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 24):

Fear knots at Sadie's stomach. She knows from the moment she arrives that Mr. Wiltson was involved in what happened last night, or at least must know about it. Maybe he still did want to help her. If he had known about the attack and her...death, he had allowed it to happen. It had felt like fainting...but she must have. All the stories were in agreement on death being a requirement. This was still taking some getting used to. She had not forgotten the mortal fear of the attack though. If he had been the shadow or only known of it, one thing was certain; she feared Mr.Wiltson.

Sadie reluctantly sits on the old leather couch. It seems to smell different this time. She considers leaving, but finds she is compelled to stay. What else will she do anyway? So she continues to sit, with none of the confidence or bravery she had tried to champion last time.

He comes downstairs all politness and bows He's wearing a suit

An instinctive desire to Get Out, is still there but before it was him seeming to be something wrong something unnatural now you sense hes something greater and more dangerous then you, and want on animalistic level to either placate him or flee him.

"Ah, childe I see you have come. I must say I'm pleased I had feared you would throw yourself at the Sunrise... More then a few fledglings do, or invited a group of hunters to destroy you, many fledglings do that too. Why I abandoned you right after your embrace, I wanted to see if you could stand on your own two feet"

His smiles turns suprisingly genuine

"I think you've established that you can at least take the first step on your own you do not reek of starvation so clearly you were able to feed, I hope you didnt make too big a mess when you did so child?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"If you have any questions I am more then happy to answer them.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 26):

Her fear slowly recedes. Her mortal memory does not fade...but there is something else too. She looks at him similarly to a child looking at a parent. As having experiences, knowledge and power she has yet to even learn of. If he wanted to destroy her, she would tremble at his feet and let him. Stupidly she asks "How many vampires are there?"

She thinks of the girl from last night. What constituted a "mess"? She remembers her face staring sightlessly, still with the expression of terror written on it. Whatever blood Sadie didn't swallow had shown brightly on the white bathroom tiles. She remembers the pity, and the regret, and knows she wants to keep doing it. This wasn't like a movie, and what she did was certainly wrong. Maybe it was wrong for vampires too. It had felt good too though."You're not going to stop me are you?".

"We call ourselves "Kindred" Or "Damned" Just keep that in mind" HE advises.

"Theirs tos of thousands across the world and over a hundred in this town.

"Stop you from what?" He asks curiously

"I will allow you to decide your affiliation. You dont need to decide this night or even this year... but would be best off looking at the Covenants

A Covenant is a Faction Either poliical, philosophical, or Religious Vampires bind themselves to a Covenant and recieve Benefits in turn.

"I'd like it of course if you joined me in service to the first estate... but you might be best off exploring other Covenants as well so you can see why the at times... draconian expectations of the Invictusare,  sadly, neccessary to ensure the stability and continuance of our civilization."

"Do you want to continue towards your degree its possible to do so if you want?" He suggests.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 28):

"You frightened me." She said softly, looking down. The room is quiet for a few spans on non-existant breath. She doesn't really expect a reply, but she feels if there is anyone to fully divulge to, it is him.

Sadie replies to his question "School is what I've been doing all the years of my life. It's all I know. For now, I may as well continue it.". Her parents didn't visit, and were very unlikely to notice her switching to night classes. She felt slightly detached from the people who had raised her. They don't see as important as they once did. She knew she still loved them.

She flinches at her word choice. She wasn't alive any longer. She was looking at her murderer. She felt like everything made more sense. With growing fondess she reflects that she can forgive him this slight trespass. As if he needs her forgiveness. This existance could be better.

"I will do anything you ask." she says looking up at him "But I would like to wait to decide."

Testing the waters she confesses "I killed someone.". She waits for a moment "I want to do it again. Will you stop me?". She looks at him expectantly, not knowing if she should be contrite. Movie vampires killed, but reality had already proven different.

He nods "You must learn to exist with Fear, I'm afraid" He smiles a bit at the pun...

He frowns

"Killing is something that most Kindred wind up doing sooner or latter... but its a bad idea to adopt it as a hobby... if you wish simply to feed I can teach you many means to feed without killing if you would learn... You can attempt seduction, Can directly affect anothrs mind Can feed on blood bags, or on animals"

"But yes... if you create a large enough blood bath... I will stop you"  he says firmly.

"Their are a number of Laws widely held to amongst our kind that All are expected to hold to and ignorance, or situation, are considered no excuse... formost is the masquerade, you must not divulge your true nature to Mortals at large, to do anything that risks drawing media attention to our existence... is a crime punishable by final death." He says sharply

"Its also consided wrong by many to create new vampires... but most of us eventualy succumb to the urge create more" he sighs sadly

"But just so you understand do NOT try to embrace anyone until your established in Kindred society... Another reason to avoid killing when you feed, sometimes when you drain someone dry especialy if you've grown distant enough from your humanity it no longer effects you to kill, They spontaneously arise as not quite Kindred undead, so its best, if you produce any more corpses to behead or incinerate them" He advises

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 30):

Sadie sees his frown and reacts as if mildly scolded. She has to feed without killing. She listens duefully to his advise and explanation of laws. "Why did you embrace me if we're not suppose to?"

"Where do most kindred live?" Her living situation in the dorms was impossible to maintain now.


If she was to feed without people knowing, she would need to make them forget somehow. Looking at her thin body, she knows she cannot seduce most people. Only a certain type. "Will you teach me to how to affect another's mind?".

He nods

"Many consider it wrong but, eventualy most of us simply NEED to pass on our lineage, just in case were ever destroyed....

He pauses "We live... dwell in whatever Havens we can establish... some in the sewers, some in gated communitys, some in apartments, some in ordinary 9-5 houses in a normal quiet neighbourhood.

"Only thing are dwellings tend to have in common is their secure from the Sun, and from intruders"

he nods

"Lock eyes with someone then issue a COMMAND, it must be phrased as a command, you cannot disguise it as a suggestion you are calling on the sheer Greatness within your blood to issue  a Decree, and they must obey."

"It cant be more then 3 or 4 words, but you can accomplish a lot with that."
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 32):

Sadie understands. She falls silent, and sits with her hands in her lap, not really sure what to do now. After a moment she asks her last two questions "How old are you?", waiting for the answer before saying "What should I call you?".

She supposes she will just walk out, unless he wants anything further with her. No social custom had prepared her to face the various situations of the last two nights.

"I lived in the days of the civil war..." He Pauses and his eyes look haunted...

"Lets just say... It was much worse then movies and playwrights make it out to be" Says delicately...

"My Sire:, or "Sir" will do..

If you even approach the Invictus, know were pretty... socially conservative, were willing to commit murder when it seems neccessary to protect the masquerade, or political or financial interests, but thats no reason for ill manners"


"Ideas where you'd establish a Haven?" He asks wanting to see if shes capable of being humble but is also deeply proud at the core.

Pauses

"An Idea is on campus housing I can  help with finances if need be, but I'd ask a price." He says firmly

"Part of why I embraced you in the first place, I want pull within the campus an agent active there.
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