"Merek again?"
"Yes sir. The hunter seems intent on finding us, you specifically sir."
Brend shifted his ancient form in his chair, resting his head on one of his hands. The name of Merek seemed somehow familiar to him, but from where? The ancient Cainite couldn't place the hunter's name. He rolled his eyes in frustration. The fact that the hunter had already sent many of his contacts on the street into Torpor seemed to infuriate the Sabbat vampire further. He rolled his eyes over to look at the fledgling that brought the news. "What do we know of this Merek?" He questioned, his head coming off his hands, and leveling with the other man. He dropped his hand down onto the arm of the chair.
"Not much. We know he was part of a hunting party in the city." He finished, but then seemed to remember something. "As I recall, we found those particular hunters delicious." Added the fledgling with a malicious grin, and licking his lips, as if remembering. He watched as Brend's eyes flickered with recognition
"Yes." Brend said softly. "I do remember him now. That blasted mortal had managed to convince an elder of the Brujah to join the hunt. He grinned as he remembered dismembering the body personally. El'rana had been a personal rival of his for centuries, and he finally had disposed of her. He stood from his chair, and paced past the other vampire, his hands folded across his back. "Do what you must. Try to embrace him. Otherwise," He turned to the vampire. "Kill him." He smiled again, and sent the fledgling out.
*****
Merek had gotten little sleep in the past few days, his mind completely occupied with hunting the Sabbat. He would wake in sweat often, or not even sleep. His nerves were on edge, and his temper was matching. He knew that if he were to remain restless, he would not be able to effectively hunt the vampires that took his entire hunting party. He was already wearing the Camarilla thin of patience, and would not be tolerated much longer within the city, unless he did something significant. He threw himself out of bed, and made his way in the dark to the bathroom. He turned the tap on, and cupping his hands under the flow of water, splashed some on his face. He raised his head and looked into the mirror. A bit of stubble lined his jaw, and his looked like he could've been one of the embraced.
He splashed some more water on his face, and again looked into the mirror. He didn't see his reflection this time. His face was replaced by that of a woman. Long red hair draped her face, complementing the two piercing blue eyes, and delicate skin. He dropped his head, and a tear dropped down his cheek. He then looked back up, his calm expression replaced by anger. He struck the mirror, shattering it, and cutting his knuckles up. He then leaned onto the counter, ignoring the biting pain from the glass shards. He had failed her. He couldn't forgive himself. He had convinced her to join the hunting party, knowing she had no love for Cainites, but too much for him. It was his fault she was now one of the Sabbat. He turned away from the broken mirror, and slowly crept his way into bed, hoping to get at least an hour of sleep before the dawn.
"Yes sir. The hunter seems intent on finding us, you specifically sir."
Brend shifted his ancient form in his chair, resting his head on one of his hands. The name of Merek seemed somehow familiar to him, but from where? The ancient Cainite couldn't place the hunter's name. He rolled his eyes in frustration. The fact that the hunter had already sent many of his contacts on the street into Torpor seemed to infuriate the Sabbat vampire further. He rolled his eyes over to look at the fledgling that brought the news. "What do we know of this Merek?" He questioned, his head coming off his hands, and leveling with the other man. He dropped his hand down onto the arm of the chair.
"Not much. We know he was part of a hunting party in the city." He finished, but then seemed to remember something. "As I recall, we found those particular hunters delicious." Added the fledgling with a malicious grin, and licking his lips, as if remembering. He watched as Brend's eyes flickered with recognition
"Yes." Brend said softly. "I do remember him now. That blasted mortal had managed to convince an elder of the Brujah to join the hunt. He grinned as he remembered dismembering the body personally. El'rana had been a personal rival of his for centuries, and he finally had disposed of her. He stood from his chair, and paced past the other vampire, his hands folded across his back. "Do what you must. Try to embrace him. Otherwise," He turned to the vampire. "Kill him." He smiled again, and sent the fledgling out.
*****
Merek had gotten little sleep in the past few days, his mind completely occupied with hunting the Sabbat. He would wake in sweat often, or not even sleep. His nerves were on edge, and his temper was matching. He knew that if he were to remain restless, he would not be able to effectively hunt the vampires that took his entire hunting party. He was already wearing the Camarilla thin of patience, and would not be tolerated much longer within the city, unless he did something significant. He threw himself out of bed, and made his way in the dark to the bathroom. He turned the tap on, and cupping his hands under the flow of water, splashed some on his face. He raised his head and looked into the mirror. A bit of stubble lined his jaw, and his looked like he could've been one of the embraced.
He splashed some more water on his face, and again looked into the mirror. He didn't see his reflection this time. His face was replaced by that of a woman. Long red hair draped her face, complementing the two piercing blue eyes, and delicate skin. He dropped his head, and a tear dropped down his cheek. He then looked back up, his calm expression replaced by anger. He struck the mirror, shattering it, and cutting his knuckles up. He then leaned onto the counter, ignoring the biting pain from the glass shards. He had failed her. He couldn't forgive himself. He had convinced her to join the hunting party, knowing she had no love for Cainites, but too much for him. It was his fault she was now one of the Sabbat. He turned away from the broken mirror, and slowly crept his way into bed, hoping to get at least an hour of sleep before the dawn.