From: Beautyqueencenter.vtm
To: nightlordcenter.vtm
Subject: You owe me.
I'll say it again. You owe me. Big time.
I did what you said. I went at our tzimisce friend and did business, convinced her to fight for us, but after I talked to her I don't know if I want to fight any more, seeing how she's on our side.
Her house is on the outskirts of the city, I drove about one hour and when I got there I instantly wanted to get back to the city. The house was huge from what I could see on the outside, I knocked and I found myself in front of a young woman, no more than 21, with dark blonde hair, only problem was that her face was partially shrouded in darkness. Thing is, I thought she would have abused her viccidude, or whatever these relics call their discipline; you know, I though I would see her face disfigured or at least her limbs contorted, but she seemed all right. She invites me in the den, this room that has book cases on all walls that stretch from top to bottom and a nice looking antique desk in the middle. The room is lit by candles and although they don't cast much light I finally see her entire face.
Half of her face was skinned and you could see the flesh from underneath, you could even see her jugular and her eye was red, but not like "somebody punched me in the eye" red more like "I'm using protean on only half of my face to creep you out" red. The bitch must have noticed my expression because she gave me this horrible smile that chilled me to the bone. She then said never mind her face because she had been playing God. My mind told me to drop the subject, but I couldn't resist, I asked her how that could be possible. She flashed that disgusting smile again and I couldn't repress a shudder, next thing I know she points at one of the corners of the room and I see this jittery human standing here with this look on his face like he had just been dominated.
Then our friend tells me that just as God created Eve from Adam's rib, she created her childe from her jaw bone, then she shows me her face and runs her finger down her chin where her jaw bone was supposed to be, and I notice that a large chunk of it is missing, like she had cut it off. She then goes on a rant telling me that the human body is just the "perfect mixture of perfect systems", or something like that. Point is she created this guy from her flesh, she made his bones, she made his stomach, she made his brain, she made his heart and the freakiest thing is that she made them work. The human was there breathing and watching us.
A living human being created by a vampire. If that isn't blasphemy I don't know what is.
She then tells me that the soul is simply the creation of education and experience and that she will educate her childe in the way of her clan and when the time is right she will embrace him. After she stops she goes at her "childe" and puts a hand on either side of his face and looks deeply in his eyes as if inspecting his soul. After a few seconds she turns to me and says we should get back to business.
I'm still creeped out by the whole affair, not just by her actions but by her tone, she told me everything like she was presenting the weather forecast, and somehow I think she even expected me to gasp at the wonder she had created. I stood there wanting to leave a.s.a.p. and hoping that if I open my mouth I wouldn't puke.
Now that I closed the deal and got out of there in one piece I understood why every legend has an ounce of truth in it – apparently this was fucking Frankenstein.