Written in first person as Prince Carter.
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Being a new arrival to a turbulent domain is about the most vulnerable position a kindred can find their way into. The prime example being the recent attempts at joining the ranks of Ventrue.

David Cohen will be hunted down if he hasnt skipped town, Willem Uys isnt so lucky. Willem was escorted outside by Zaine, the sheriff. One of two kindred in the city with the right of Destruction. Zaine didnt destroy him, but he did work him over with cane, fist and boot until the thick skinned, mute Ventrue lapsed into torpor.

Now Willem Uys is unwittingly in my Haven. There is a stake driven through his heart on the off chance he wakes up before i do what i have to do, but i am confident he will die as he lived. Silently and easily forgotten.

You see i have a problem with Ventrue and there is a very good reason my domain is nearly free of their stifling presence. The oppressive self styled lords of the night who rule as if by textbook can never understand what it truly means to be Prince.  

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Willem Uys was delivered in a wheelchair to my personal chambers. I sealed the doors myself and the twins know when i am not to be bothered.

I sit in silent communion with the torpored Ventrue before me. My veins ache, knowing what is to come. The blackness in the back of my head writhes, pleads, begs and threatens.

I lean forward to look into Willems eyes and i am taken back... When the civil war came to Sanfield, so did the sabbat. In those days i was not the Prince. I, like Regent Thaddeau Von Austice was a close consort of the prince. Prince Victor was easily six centuries my elder. The Ventrue were the most numerous clan in Sanfield, until our own civil war came.

We had no ties to the mortal war, beyond our land that was being fought on and our thralls who were caught in the crossfire. The larger civil war was just a convenient cover for our own civil war. The Sabbat kept the cities Brujah and Gangrel busy, under the direction of Prince Victor. The timing was perfect for turmoil to turn deadly.

The Malkavians and the Tremere turned on the Ventrue while the Sabbat had at us all. Within a month, long before any outside communication could have brought help or named us as traitors our combined clans dusted the majority of Sanfields Ventrue.

Ventrue are nothing if not arrogant and stubborn. But Nosferatu are nothing if not sneaky and watchful. Our rebellion was not seamless. There were witnesses who could not be removed. Beauty of the Nosferatu clan figured out what was going on and informed Marcus of the Toreador as her insurance policy.

Our rebellion could have ended there. We would have been caught, staked and left out for the sun. Kin slaying is the cardinal sin of our kind. The only thing that saved us was one of the things sure to destroy us.

Sanfield caught fire.

We dont know if it was started by the Sabbat or by the mortal conflict. But powderkegs went up and a good portion of the forest went ablaze.

Against all our natural insticts we made a final stand. A suicidal assault on the princes haven. We gutted his ghouls, we bludgeoned and burned his children, many of our clanmates and illigitimate childer met their ends as the haven was swallowed by flames. In the final act, as the haven began to crumble under the assault of the flames we attacked Prince Victor.

It was Regent Thaddeaus von Austice who overpowered him with Tremere blood magics, It was I, who felled him with my sword and sank my fangs into his flesh.  

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The eyes of someone who is about to die their final death are entrapping things. Like deep pits leading to hell they just stare. The beast in all of us waits for the perfect moment to lash out and survive; but when that moment passes, and the beast is beaten, there is nothing left in a Cainites eyes.

I killed Prince Victor. I drank his blood and consumed his very essence. I became more powerful than i could have ever imagined. Regent Thaddeaus Von Austice witnessed it all. He knows my crime as intimately as i do, knows exactly why my aura bears the black veins of Amaranth.

In that one bloody, violent moment our paths became forever entwined. Because of what we knew and what we did we would never exist in seperate domains. We could not be trusted out of reach of one another...

At Thaddeaus' suggestion i took the throne of Sanfield. Most of the kindred involved in the rebellion were killed in the war of the clans. The survivors either forgot or fled for fear of becoming a target themselves one day.

The horrible deeds of that time live on as rumors. Some of the older kindred know them well, alot of the young ones attribute it to musings about a mad prince.

That night hasnt been spoken of for decades. I have killed three ventrue since then. I slit one of Willems wrists and add his vitae to a bottle of wine from that era. It will be re-corked and shipped immidiately to the chantry for the Regent as is my tradition. He will know what it means, for us, for me.

I will consume Willem slowly. His Ventrue blood is like a rarified delicacy. He has but a century of unlife in him but i consume him none the less. He will not add to my potency, he will only further soil my soul.

In the final throes of Amaranth i tear my daggar like fangs from his throat and he crumbles to dust. I can hear his death screams in my head. There will be no rest for his soul, he is consumed and is a part of me forever. One more bit of black in my aura and one more squirming thing behind my eyes.

A scream of terror and ecstasy rips from my throat as i lose control.
2008-11-01 10:10:56 Prince Carter rolls 4 dice to Self Control (Diff 8) 4,2,3,4 (failure)

Willems wheelchair crumples like a tin can under my hammerlike blow. I tear at my clothes as my scream cuts to full throated laughter. There will be a crash, as i smash out the glass leading to the third floor balcony and leap into the night air.

The height means nothing. I hit the ground running, fueled by frenzy i will revel among the screaming willows and the ghosts of the hundreds who have died under their arms...

2008-11-01 10:14:35 Prince Carter rolls 7 dice to dex and ath 10,1,1,1,8, 10,8 (1 success)
2008-11-01 10:14:51 Prince Carter rolls 2 dice to falling damage 5,2 (failure)

Carter is now Humanity 4.