Previously
~Like no other child, you will be a vampire like no other,
I shall live on within you my daughter,
I shall have my revenge through your hands and your actions,
And every dream your mind could ever imagine shall be your reward.~
This is the last thing I hear as I drift off into unconscious, a dark warmth embracing me as I go.
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Part 3
Cold,
So cold.
Shivers run right through my body.
I distantly feel the bitter frost turning my limbs numb.
'What the hell? Where am I?' I wonder, not even able to recall my own name.
Trapped within the obscurity of my mind I become aware of the world outside and try to open my heavy eyelids.
All my clothes are wet through with a freezing dampness, every muscle in me screams in pain when I try to move, yet I mange to sit myself up on the concrete ground.
Like a lighting bolt the memories arise within me, the ritual, the spirit, the fight, Serena.
'Shit, what the hell did she do to me?' My hand swiftly moves up to my neck where I had been bitten, but tracing my fingerers across my skin I can find no wound.
For a moment I almost doubt that it ever happened, until I look beside me and see a pile of dust shaped in a humanoid form. Flinching away from it in horror I feel as if someone has just thrown a heavy weight upon my shoulders, dizziness overcomes me for a moment and my vision blurs only to return a few seconds later.
Fear grabs me upon remember her last words.
"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not a vampire." I mumble to myself in a manta as if hoping saying it over and over will make it true.
Relief sweeps over me when I touch my neck for a second time to check for a pulse and find one. A faint, very slow one, but one still the same.
Standing up gradually on shaky legs I make my way out of this alley of gloom and towards the daylight desperately. The moment I set foot upon the pavement I double over on to the ground as my senses are overwhelmed with pain.
Walking out from the shadows seems to have caused an explosion of brightness to ignite around me, searing my eyes. The white light that seems to bounce off everything comes straight through my eyelids even when I raise my hands to hide my face.
The sounds of a huge war surround me from every angle, the deafening noise threatens to make my very eardrums rupture. Crawling on my hands and knees clumsily, I go back into the darkness and safety of the alley.
I stay huddled on the cold wet concrete for a few minutes curled into a fetus position, pleading with myself to wake up from this nightmare, but I don't, instead the pain slowly diminishes, and the sharp cutting sounds fade slightly so that I'm able to remove hands from their death grip around my ears.
'What did she do to me?' I silently cry out.
Little by little I build up the courage to open my eyes and take a glimpse behind me too see what's so terrible and could reduce me to a cripple with seconds. But I don't see anything terrible, no end of the world seems to come while I slept as I glance the strip of street I see before me.
Creeping slow and cautiously forward I once again peep at the light, treating it as if it was some raging fire threatening to scold me with one glance. Squinting as I partially emerge from the shade I see that there is no such raging fire or out break of war as I first thought.
Everything seems the way it normally looks accepts for how bright and shinning it all appears. Steadily getting used to this level of light I look towards the sky and gasp at realising the sun isn't even out, it's hiding behind the thick early morning clouds, not so much as one ray escape its thick gray cloak.
A gentle thudding noise claws my attention across the street to where a small puppy no more than 12 weeks old happy plods along by itself.
'It looks so sweet, so innocent, the poor little thing must have been born a stray.' I think to myself, almost forgetting the iceberg of problems crushing down upon me.
As if hearing my thoughts it stops in its tracks and looks right at me with big beautiful eyes that I'm able to focus on even from here.
An eagerness and joy fills it at seeing me, how I know this I'm not sure, all I know is that it's so utterly happy and starts to run as fast as its little legs can across the road towards me.
A blur of motion comes from the left heading straight into its path, I only get a chance to comprehend that it is a car before an earth shattering sound detonates and I find myself once again huddled into a fetus position groping madly at my ears trying to block out the sound as the void once again engulfs me into darkness.
How long I was lying there for I don't know, but as I come too I feel a soft warm wetness being gently pressed against my cheek. I'm a little startled to look up and see a small worried fuzzy face staring back at me. The adorable Labrador puppy continues to lick my cheek until I sit myself up against the wall.
"A car horn, that damn noise that almost made my head explode, was a car horn." I say to myself in shock.
The puppy plods along round to my side and begins to softly nuzzle my hand, a small smile grows on my face. It looks up at me with two big beautiful brown eyes and my heart melts at the sight as it brings its two front paws up onto my abdomen and lets out a delighted puppy yelp slanting its head to the side looking at me. Picking the small thing up I place it in my lap and begin to stroke its soft warm golden fur as it snuggles down contentedly.
I'm snapped out of my revelry as dark memories from last night once again begin to surface and a thousand questions comes attached to each of them.
The events replay themselves over and over in my head till I can't stand it anymore.
'What am I? What happened? And what should I do now?' I wonder.
Every time I think about the fight, and the blond Tess I find myself overwhelm with a hatred I could of never imagined, which seems to come from deep within me. That little bitch, Sean and Pierce are responsible for this, if it hadn't been for them leaving Serena here she wouldn't of been able to do whatever she's done to me.
'Wait, Pierce? What the hell? How did I know that the other guys name was Pierce?' I ask shocked. No answer comes to my silent question as I continue to sit there and brew on what happened.
I force myself to swallow upon feeling the dryness in my parched throat, which seems to have appeared from nowhere. Staring blankly at the wall in front of me I wonder if things could get any worse. As if on queue I feel a tightness within my chest pull at me. A burning soreness seems to ignite along with a dreadful sting of pain in my throat and my vision blurs as a nauseating feeling consumes me.
Then just as swiftly as it had come the pain starts to easy and die away leaving a warm contented sensation.
The Horror.
The horror of coming back to my senses and seeing what I see is almost too much for me to deal with considering my already fragile mental state. Dropping the small soft bundle with a jerk, it falls back into my lap. I stare wide-eyed in revulsion at what I have done, the small puppy's unconscious body struggles for breath, its rib cage heaving up and down as blood slowly trickles out from the scruff of its neck on to the beautiful golden fur.
The worse thing though, the most sickening thing of it all is the fact I can still taste the blood on my tongue and like it.
The small body takes one more last gasp of air and goes still. I dig my nails in to my hand silently begging it to take another breath, I wait for what must have been ten minutes, before the truth of the fact it wasn't going to take another sinks in.
I look at it's face and wince at the sight, the eyes that had been so full of life and joy were now dull and blank, the jaw of the tiny creature hangs open with its small pick tongue drooping out to the side.
A tear rolls down my cheek and falls upon the fur, I move my hand unconsciously to wipe the drop off, only to recoil it back at feeling the now cooling body.
As if something physically snaps inside me, a floodgate of tears open up, and I cry and cry, unable to stop.
I cry for the innocent puppy that lies dead in my lap.
I cry for the fact that I was the one that took the life.
I cry for myself, and for what I have become, a monster.
I cry for Serena, and her death, for if it had never happened I wouldn't be damned like this.
And I cry for what the future holds for me, knowing only one thing for certain, that it will never be the same, I am now trapped in a world of darkness, one that I doubt I will ever be free from.
Not being able to stand it a second longer in this alley, the alley that has torn my life from me, I quickly and yet gently move the small body down onto the concrete, I take one last glance at it, noting how it seems to be only in a sweet sleep from this angle.
Heading out into the light I run, I run like I never have before, I run as if the devil himself was snapping at my heals.
I keep on running, with the one hope that I'll be able to leave the terror behind me, knowing even then, deep down, that the worse has yet to come.
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Start of History, Notes, and loads of other stuff about vampires to understand the story line. This is basic knowledge taken from the Vampire Masquerade RPG, you don't actually need to read this to read the story, but it makes for good footnotes.
Some of the Kindred have remained very staid and static since almost a millennia ago, while others have changed radically. I will give breakdown of each clan in the story after it has been mentioned.
Warning though, you might not understand everything in each breakdown of the clans till you come to the part in the story that will explain it all. Think of it as a confusing spoiler, and something for all those that like complex storylines to brew on. The breakdowns will basically tell you what the clan is like on a whole and will give you a bit of their history.
Also as you'll slowly gather from reading these breakdowns, this fic isn't gonna be quite like others, remember this is a dark fic, there is no truly good clan, there is no truly good person, there is no right or wrong side to be on. The only reason you might associate the Tzimisce clan as being bad is coz Tess was the leader of it, when as a matter of fact every clan is just as bad as hers in their own unique ways. The only 'good' thing in it is gonna be the M/L romance, as for the rest of it, well, you'll see.
The 13 known Kindred Clans in Alphabetical Order(you'll have to wait till later in the story to find out where the 14th has come from and which one the 14th is.)
Assamite, Brujah, Cappadocians, Giovanni, Followers of Set, Gangrel, Lasombra, Malkavian, Nosferatu, Ravnos, Toreador, Tremere, Tzimisce, Ventrue
Clan's mentioned in last parts
Brujah (Serena/Liz's Clan)
The Brujah are the ultimate scholar-warriors, always striving toward perfection of mind and body. The elders of the clan can recall the Golden Age and speak wistfully of lost Carthage. Unfortunately, no wound stings worse than a dream denied. The death of the Carthage(does not refer to Serena) seems to have only increased their rancor, and the other clans' refusal to move beyond the status quo leave a bitter taste in their mouths. So they fight.
They fight the Ventrue for destroying Carthage, they fight the Tzimisce for encouraging the status quo, they fight the Tremere for slaying Saulot(does not refer to Serena) - the list seems eternal. The Brujah are nothing if not lovers of a cause.
One of the mainstays of the Great Anarch Revolt, the Brujah were barely brought to heel by the founders of the Camarilla, and the clan as a whole still resents the elders.
Although technically members of the Camarilla, the Brujah are the sect's firebrands and agitators, testing the Traditions and rebelling in the name of whatever causes they hold dear. Many Brujah are outright anarchs, defying the authority of the Kindred and serving only their leader.
Lasombra (Max/Zan Clan)
Elegant yet predatory, the Lasombra honestly think of themselves as the apex of Cainite existence. Firm believers in Divine Right and the rule of the superior, they have little patience, though often much pity, for those Cainites who are, through no fault of their own, inferior. The Lasombra character is a curious mix of noblesse oblige and healthy contempt.
They actively seek power wherever it may be found, from the halls of the cloisters to the corridors of palaces, yet they do not seek the titles and glory that comes along with rule: Most Lasombra prefer the role of kingmaker to the title of king.
The Lasombra are of darkness and shadow. Many Kindred see the Ventrue and Lasombra as twisted reflections of each other. The Lasombra have all but turned their backs on their former nobility; the chaos of Kindred history and the formation of the Sabbat have caused most of them to shun their origins. Now, the Lasombra give themselves wholly over to the damnation of being vampires.
Tzimisce (Tess's Clan)
From time immemorial, the Tzimisce have haunted Europe beyond the Elbe. Along the Oder and Danube, through the Pripet Marshes, amid the Carpathian crags stalk the Fiends, each claiming its lair and wrecking a terrible vengeance on intruders.
Millennia of defending their holdings from all sides have made Tzimisce extremely vicious, and Tzimisce cruelty is infamous even among vampires.
By the modern nights, the Tzimisce have been uprooted from their Old Country manses and relocated into the clutches of the Sabbat. Clan Tzimisce lead these Sabbat in this rejection of all things human. They practice a 'fleshcrafting' discipline that they use to disfigure their foes and sculpt themselves into beings of terrible beauty.
Glossary section 1 (you will need to know these following things to understand Part 3 a little better, it will be explained more in detail later in the story.)
Blood
As a human, blood courses through your veins in order to sustain life. As a vampire that doesn't quite happen anymore, but it is still as important as ever in sustaining unlife. In order to be able to use Disciplines(see disciplines), as well as to prevent a vampire from frenzying(see frenzying) blood is required.
Blood will be used from your blood pool(the amount of living blood a vampire currently has in them) when Disciplines are used, in order to replenish a Blood Pool, a vampire needs to feed.
Frenzy
Vampires are monsters, possessed of an inner Beast. Though, like humans, they have the capability to overrule their baser instincts, sometimes they fail. When this occurs, the Hunger and the Beast become uncontrollable, and no one is safe. If a vampire is attacked or hasn't fed in a long time their frenzy level will increase until they can no longer control their actions, friend and foe alike must be wary of them, since they will begin to attack indiscriminately.
The rate of frenzy depends on a few variables including the clan type(some clans frenzy more quickly than others), Blood pool level(if a vampire is starving for blood, then they are more likely to frenzy), and any damage they might of sustained(healing wounds requires high blood pool.) Certain Disciplines will also cause a vampire to frenzy faster, and there are also a few Disciplines that will lower the Frenzy level as well.
Eventually some vampires have been known to naturally become unfrenzied.
Disciplines
Though vampirism is a curse, the Blood of Caine grants great mystical powers to those with the insight and dedication to pursue them. These powers are known as Disciplines.
In later parts I will list this Disciplines. Rare vampires and other stranger creatures may have powers not on this list, as there are mysteries that remain hidden with the World of Darkness.
Sub Glossary: Lexicon section 1
The Kindred have their own dialect of specialized words and phrases. Vampires have a tremendous capacity for double-talk; what they say often means something other than its literal interpretation or something in addition to its simple meaning.
Beast, The: The inchoate drives and urges that threaten to turn a vampire into a mindless, ravening monster.
Childer: A vampire created through the Embrace - the childe is the progeny of their sire. This term is often used to derogatorily, indication inexperience. Plural childer.
Clan: A group of vampires who share common characteristics passed on by the Blood. There are 13 known clans, all of which were reputedly founded by members of the Third Generation
Embrace, The: The act of transforming a mortal into a vampire. The Embrace requires the vampire to drain her victim and then replace that victim's blood with a their own.
Generation: The number of 'steps' between a vampire and the mythical Caine(find out more about him later); how far descended from the First Vampire a given vampire is.
Kindred: The race of vampires as a whole or single vampire.
Sire: A vampire's 'parent'; the Kindred who created them.
~Like no other child, you will be a vampire like no other,
I shall live on within you my daughter,
I shall have my revenge through your hands and your actions,
And every dream your mind could ever imagine shall be your reward.~
This is the last thing I hear as I drift off into unconscious, a dark warmth embracing me as I go.
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Part 3
Cold,
So cold.
Shivers run right through my body.
I distantly feel the bitter frost turning my limbs numb.
'What the hell? Where am I?' I wonder, not even able to recall my own name.
Trapped within the obscurity of my mind I become aware of the world outside and try to open my heavy eyelids.
All my clothes are wet through with a freezing dampness, every muscle in me screams in pain when I try to move, yet I mange to sit myself up on the concrete ground.
Like a lighting bolt the memories arise within me, the ritual, the spirit, the fight, Serena.
'Shit, what the hell did she do to me?' My hand swiftly moves up to my neck where I had been bitten, but tracing my fingerers across my skin I can find no wound.
For a moment I almost doubt that it ever happened, until I look beside me and see a pile of dust shaped in a humanoid form. Flinching away from it in horror I feel as if someone has just thrown a heavy weight upon my shoulders, dizziness overcomes me for a moment and my vision blurs only to return a few seconds later.
Fear grabs me upon remember her last words.
"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not a vampire." I mumble to myself in a manta as if hoping saying it over and over will make it true.
Relief sweeps over me when I touch my neck for a second time to check for a pulse and find one. A faint, very slow one, but one still the same.
Standing up gradually on shaky legs I make my way out of this alley of gloom and towards the daylight desperately. The moment I set foot upon the pavement I double over on to the ground as my senses are overwhelmed with pain.
Walking out from the shadows seems to have caused an explosion of brightness to ignite around me, searing my eyes. The white light that seems to bounce off everything comes straight through my eyelids even when I raise my hands to hide my face.
The sounds of a huge war surround me from every angle, the deafening noise threatens to make my very eardrums rupture. Crawling on my hands and knees clumsily, I go back into the darkness and safety of the alley.
I stay huddled on the cold wet concrete for a few minutes curled into a fetus position, pleading with myself to wake up from this nightmare, but I don't, instead the pain slowly diminishes, and the sharp cutting sounds fade slightly so that I'm able to remove hands from their death grip around my ears.
'What did she do to me?' I silently cry out.
Little by little I build up the courage to open my eyes and take a glimpse behind me too see what's so terrible and could reduce me to a cripple with seconds. But I don't see anything terrible, no end of the world seems to come while I slept as I glance the strip of street I see before me.
Creeping slow and cautiously forward I once again peep at the light, treating it as if it was some raging fire threatening to scold me with one glance. Squinting as I partially emerge from the shade I see that there is no such raging fire or out break of war as I first thought.
Everything seems the way it normally looks accepts for how bright and shinning it all appears. Steadily getting used to this level of light I look towards the sky and gasp at realising the sun isn't even out, it's hiding behind the thick early morning clouds, not so much as one ray escape its thick gray cloak.
A gentle thudding noise claws my attention across the street to where a small puppy no more than 12 weeks old happy plods along by itself.
'It looks so sweet, so innocent, the poor little thing must have been born a stray.' I think to myself, almost forgetting the iceberg of problems crushing down upon me.
As if hearing my thoughts it stops in its tracks and looks right at me with big beautiful eyes that I'm able to focus on even from here.
An eagerness and joy fills it at seeing me, how I know this I'm not sure, all I know is that it's so utterly happy and starts to run as fast as its little legs can across the road towards me.
A blur of motion comes from the left heading straight into its path, I only get a chance to comprehend that it is a car before an earth shattering sound detonates and I find myself once again huddled into a fetus position groping madly at my ears trying to block out the sound as the void once again engulfs me into darkness.
How long I was lying there for I don't know, but as I come too I feel a soft warm wetness being gently pressed against my cheek. I'm a little startled to look up and see a small worried fuzzy face staring back at me. The adorable Labrador puppy continues to lick my cheek until I sit myself up against the wall.
"A car horn, that damn noise that almost made my head explode, was a car horn." I say to myself in shock.
The puppy plods along round to my side and begins to softly nuzzle my hand, a small smile grows on my face. It looks up at me with two big beautiful brown eyes and my heart melts at the sight as it brings its two front paws up onto my abdomen and lets out a delighted puppy yelp slanting its head to the side looking at me. Picking the small thing up I place it in my lap and begin to stroke its soft warm golden fur as it snuggles down contentedly.
I'm snapped out of my revelry as dark memories from last night once again begin to surface and a thousand questions comes attached to each of them.
The events replay themselves over and over in my head till I can't stand it anymore.
'What am I? What happened? And what should I do now?' I wonder.
Every time I think about the fight, and the blond Tess I find myself overwhelm with a hatred I could of never imagined, which seems to come from deep within me. That little bitch, Sean and Pierce are responsible for this, if it hadn't been for them leaving Serena here she wouldn't of been able to do whatever she's done to me.
'Wait, Pierce? What the hell? How did I know that the other guys name was Pierce?' I ask shocked. No answer comes to my silent question as I continue to sit there and brew on what happened.
I force myself to swallow upon feeling the dryness in my parched throat, which seems to have appeared from nowhere. Staring blankly at the wall in front of me I wonder if things could get any worse. As if on queue I feel a tightness within my chest pull at me. A burning soreness seems to ignite along with a dreadful sting of pain in my throat and my vision blurs as a nauseating feeling consumes me.
Then just as swiftly as it had come the pain starts to easy and die away leaving a warm contented sensation.
The Horror.
The horror of coming back to my senses and seeing what I see is almost too much for me to deal with considering my already fragile mental state. Dropping the small soft bundle with a jerk, it falls back into my lap. I stare wide-eyed in revulsion at what I have done, the small puppy's unconscious body struggles for breath, its rib cage heaving up and down as blood slowly trickles out from the scruff of its neck on to the beautiful golden fur.
The worse thing though, the most sickening thing of it all is the fact I can still taste the blood on my tongue and like it.
The small body takes one more last gasp of air and goes still. I dig my nails in to my hand silently begging it to take another breath, I wait for what must have been ten minutes, before the truth of the fact it wasn't going to take another sinks in.
I look at it's face and wince at the sight, the eyes that had been so full of life and joy were now dull and blank, the jaw of the tiny creature hangs open with its small pick tongue drooping out to the side.
A tear rolls down my cheek and falls upon the fur, I move my hand unconsciously to wipe the drop off, only to recoil it back at feeling the now cooling body.
As if something physically snaps inside me, a floodgate of tears open up, and I cry and cry, unable to stop.
I cry for the innocent puppy that lies dead in my lap.
I cry for the fact that I was the one that took the life.
I cry for myself, and for what I have become, a monster.
I cry for Serena, and her death, for if it had never happened I wouldn't be damned like this.
And I cry for what the future holds for me, knowing only one thing for certain, that it will never be the same, I am now trapped in a world of darkness, one that I doubt I will ever be free from.
Not being able to stand it a second longer in this alley, the alley that has torn my life from me, I quickly and yet gently move the small body down onto the concrete, I take one last glance at it, noting how it seems to be only in a sweet sleep from this angle.
Heading out into the light I run, I run like I never have before, I run as if the devil himself was snapping at my heals.
I keep on running, with the one hope that I'll be able to leave the terror behind me, knowing even then, deep down, that the worse has yet to come.
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Start of History, Notes, and loads of other stuff about vampires to understand the story line. This is basic knowledge taken from the Vampire Masquerade RPG, you don't actually need to read this to read the story, but it makes for good footnotes.
Some of the Kindred have remained very staid and static since almost a millennia ago, while others have changed radically. I will give breakdown of each clan in the story after it has been mentioned.
Warning though, you might not understand everything in each breakdown of the clans till you come to the part in the story that will explain it all. Think of it as a confusing spoiler, and something for all those that like complex storylines to brew on. The breakdowns will basically tell you what the clan is like on a whole and will give you a bit of their history.
Also as you'll slowly gather from reading these breakdowns, this fic isn't gonna be quite like others, remember this is a dark fic, there is no truly good clan, there is no truly good person, there is no right or wrong side to be on. The only reason you might associate the Tzimisce clan as being bad is coz Tess was the leader of it, when as a matter of fact every clan is just as bad as hers in their own unique ways. The only 'good' thing in it is gonna be the M/L romance, as for the rest of it, well, you'll see.
The 13 known Kindred Clans in Alphabetical Order(you'll have to wait till later in the story to find out where the 14th has come from and which one the 14th is.)
Assamite, Brujah, Cappadocians, Giovanni, Followers of Set, Gangrel, Lasombra, Malkavian, Nosferatu, Ravnos, Toreador, Tremere, Tzimisce, Ventrue
Clan's mentioned in last parts
Brujah (Serena/Liz's Clan)
The Brujah are the ultimate scholar-warriors, always striving toward perfection of mind and body. The elders of the clan can recall the Golden Age and speak wistfully of lost Carthage. Unfortunately, no wound stings worse than a dream denied. The death of the Carthage(does not refer to Serena) seems to have only increased their rancor, and the other clans' refusal to move beyond the status quo leave a bitter taste in their mouths. So they fight.
They fight the Ventrue for destroying Carthage, they fight the Tzimisce for encouraging the status quo, they fight the Tremere for slaying Saulot(does not refer to Serena) - the list seems eternal. The Brujah are nothing if not lovers of a cause.
One of the mainstays of the Great Anarch Revolt, the Brujah were barely brought to heel by the founders of the Camarilla, and the clan as a whole still resents the elders.
Although technically members of the Camarilla, the Brujah are the sect's firebrands and agitators, testing the Traditions and rebelling in the name of whatever causes they hold dear. Many Brujah are outright anarchs, defying the authority of the Kindred and serving only their leader.
Lasombra (Max/Zan Clan)
Elegant yet predatory, the Lasombra honestly think of themselves as the apex of Cainite existence. Firm believers in Divine Right and the rule of the superior, they have little patience, though often much pity, for those Cainites who are, through no fault of their own, inferior. The Lasombra character is a curious mix of noblesse oblige and healthy contempt.
They actively seek power wherever it may be found, from the halls of the cloisters to the corridors of palaces, yet they do not seek the titles and glory that comes along with rule: Most Lasombra prefer the role of kingmaker to the title of king.
The Lasombra are of darkness and shadow. Many Kindred see the Ventrue and Lasombra as twisted reflections of each other. The Lasombra have all but turned their backs on their former nobility; the chaos of Kindred history and the formation of the Sabbat have caused most of them to shun their origins. Now, the Lasombra give themselves wholly over to the damnation of being vampires.
Tzimisce (Tess's Clan)
From time immemorial, the Tzimisce have haunted Europe beyond the Elbe. Along the Oder and Danube, through the Pripet Marshes, amid the Carpathian crags stalk the Fiends, each claiming its lair and wrecking a terrible vengeance on intruders.
Millennia of defending their holdings from all sides have made Tzimisce extremely vicious, and Tzimisce cruelty is infamous even among vampires.
By the modern nights, the Tzimisce have been uprooted from their Old Country manses and relocated into the clutches of the Sabbat. Clan Tzimisce lead these Sabbat in this rejection of all things human. They practice a 'fleshcrafting' discipline that they use to disfigure their foes and sculpt themselves into beings of terrible beauty.
Glossary section 1 (you will need to know these following things to understand Part 3 a little better, it will be explained more in detail later in the story.)
Blood
As a human, blood courses through your veins in order to sustain life. As a vampire that doesn't quite happen anymore, but it is still as important as ever in sustaining unlife. In order to be able to use Disciplines(see disciplines), as well as to prevent a vampire from frenzying(see frenzying) blood is required.
Blood will be used from your blood pool(the amount of living blood a vampire currently has in them) when Disciplines are used, in order to replenish a Blood Pool, a vampire needs to feed.
Frenzy
Vampires are monsters, possessed of an inner Beast. Though, like humans, they have the capability to overrule their baser instincts, sometimes they fail. When this occurs, the Hunger and the Beast become uncontrollable, and no one is safe. If a vampire is attacked or hasn't fed in a long time their frenzy level will increase until they can no longer control their actions, friend and foe alike must be wary of them, since they will begin to attack indiscriminately.
The rate of frenzy depends on a few variables including the clan type(some clans frenzy more quickly than others), Blood pool level(if a vampire is starving for blood, then they are more likely to frenzy), and any damage they might of sustained(healing wounds requires high blood pool.) Certain Disciplines will also cause a vampire to frenzy faster, and there are also a few Disciplines that will lower the Frenzy level as well.
Eventually some vampires have been known to naturally become unfrenzied.
Disciplines
Though vampirism is a curse, the Blood of Caine grants great mystical powers to those with the insight and dedication to pursue them. These powers are known as Disciplines.
In later parts I will list this Disciplines. Rare vampires and other stranger creatures may have powers not on this list, as there are mysteries that remain hidden with the World of Darkness.
Sub Glossary: Lexicon section 1
The Kindred have their own dialect of specialized words and phrases. Vampires have a tremendous capacity for double-talk; what they say often means something other than its literal interpretation or something in addition to its simple meaning.
Beast, The: The inchoate drives and urges that threaten to turn a vampire into a mindless, ravening monster.
Childer: A vampire created through the Embrace - the childe is the progeny of their sire. This term is often used to derogatorily, indication inexperience. Plural childer.
Clan: A group of vampires who share common characteristics passed on by the Blood. There are 13 known clans, all of which were reputedly founded by members of the Third Generation
Embrace, The: The act of transforming a mortal into a vampire. The Embrace requires the vampire to drain her victim and then replace that victim's blood with a their own.
Generation: The number of 'steps' between a vampire and the mythical Caine(find out more about him later); how far descended from the First Vampire a given vampire is.
Kindred: The race of vampires as a whole or single vampire.
Sire: A vampire's 'parent'; the Kindred who created them.