Reincarnation
You'd never think the Apocalypse could happen. Well to each has their own. A night, a day, where your world is ripped to shreds of confetti that get used at a party you weren't invited to. This dawn rises on the blood of the ones who were killed. There weren't many, but each one is like a thousand cut on the souls of who survived. They were family. This camarilla was the only family some of us had. Now it was gone.
They came at us like revolutionaries bent on conquest. Their leader against ours. Unnatural strength versus unnatural strength; stalemate until on little mistake. Theirs had a sword, ours made the slip. With the single stroke of that thin bladed rapier, our leader was destroyed, beheaded in the old fashioned way. Destroy the head of the snake and the body is left with out guidance. Dead.
Power struggle. That all this was. A night was filled with chaos and fire. You might say a firecracker gone wrong. Unconscious people strewn about while those still standing take care of the dead. Power struggle. That's all this was; a senseless act to prove dominance. Two alphas never get along. They snap, they snarl, and they fight to the death. Only one can live. At least that's how it has to be with the undead. He lost this fight. And our camarilla is disbanded.
Now what? We ask ourselves. We look back on the pain from garnered from him, and all the structure he gave our lives. We look at what he did to the ones we loved. Looked at all the ones who are dead. We looked in to each other's eyes and saw the same question reflected. Are we better off with out him? One ephemeral thought grows from a sketchy idea on the paper of our minds to a dream come to life. All that tender, caring pain from all his tender mercies won't happen again.
I look at the dawn light streaming through the window. I feel my self for the first time since he came along.