Yet another fanfiction by mine. I don't own Vampire: the Masquerade.
I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't move my limbs. I expected being double crossed. That was a big possibility when you dealt with the harpies of Camarilla, after all.
I didn't expect the Toreador harpy to turn out to be a fucking Tzimisce spy working for the Sabbat. It wasn't even a fight. The spy was too clever for that. The bitch staked me at the moment she revealed himself. She exsanguinated me, so I wouldn't be able to use my thaumaturgic abilities. I was expecting to be turned into some sort of a fleshwarped creature, dreading my last moment as a Kindred and first moment of existence as an abomination.
Then, she removed the stake from my heart. It felt like ages since I had any control over my body.
As I saw what lied beyond my sight, I trembled and wailed in terror, to my disgrace. I saw the ashes of those who shared my fate, and despaired.
Surely, being turned into a fleshwarped abomination was a better option now.
As it turns out, the spy was old fashioned.
I asked her; "What did I do to deserve this?"
She grinned; "You are a Tremere. Consider it retribution, fledgling, for your grandsire's capture of me in your bloodline's earliest days."
"My Grandsire! I haven't even met my Grandsire!" I only took orders from him.
She snarled; "But I have, boy. Sins of the fathers, something that I am sure you are familiar with, as you are one of the Tremere."
"I have done nothing against you! Nor I have ever done something that made me deserve this kind of death!"
"No, you haven't. In time, though, you certainly would have, to get promoted on your damned Pyramid.
"You are using a straw argument, for God's sake!"
"The fact that you are one of his pawns is more than a good reason to do this to you."
"I don't deserve this indignity!"
"You think I give a shit about whether you deserve it? Did your grandsire gave a damn when my brethren was experimented like guinea pigs under his gaze? I have suffered many indignities alongside my kin, thanks to your wretched grandsire. And someday, he will suffer too, just like you are about to. Now, prepare to meet the sun, on these last moments of your unlife."
I wish I died at that moment.
No such fucking luck.
As I was left to perish under the sun, vertically impaled through the rectum, the sharpened pole piercing through my guts and my heart, making its way to my mouth, all that I could feel was a sense of loss, lamenting that I couldn't be what I dreamed to be; The greatest mage Clan Tremere ever produced, followed by a sense of emptiness.
Dawn was rising.
Then a foreign light erupted in the forest, shocking me. I was not just staked, but impaled through my heart! How could I have sensed that?