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>Dracon (Knowledges +30), (Michael (Talents +20), Antonius (Skills +10)
~The 22nd of September, the Year of Our Lord: One Thousand, Two Hundred and Thirty~
You awaken with a start, the giant men standing over Constantinople lingering in your mind. You could swear Dracon turned to you. His altered face looking down at you, the one they called the Holy Ghost of the Triumvirate.
The sensation of just being awake once the sun set was normal to you. The lack of needing to breathe or feeling rejuvenated from your daysleep had also slipped into a nightly occurrence to you. You’ve been a member of the Damned just as long as you have been alive. Embraced into the Clan of Tzimisce in your mid-twenties, a learned and clever woman of the Obertus family. So impressive that the Cainites who lingered behind your kin came to introduce themselves to you and your family.
Vampires had controlled this branch of your family for generations, even in faraway Damascus. The way the Cainites conversed with your father reminded you of making a marriage deal. Except your partner-to-be was unlife. Brought upon you by one Gavrail of Kiev. He was also turned at a young age, but he had centuries of experience. People and Cainites would mistake the both of you for a married couple, the two of you looked so close in age. He would laugh and play along if they were mortals. If they were fellow Cainites, he’d say, “bred from the same Obertus stock, we were! The finest of the Clan of Dragons.”
You shiver at the thought for God knows what number of times. That your Cainite sire was also your great-great-great-great grandfather, watching and waiting over your family for the cream of the crop to be birthed did not sit well with you. Or how he’d say you two were a couple to mortals.
“That’s over tonight though,” you mumble, pulling yourself free from the coffin and walking upstairs. You go to the balcony, opening the windows to see the night sky of Athens greet you. The torches along the walls and towers of the Acropolis were already lit, the other houses lighting one by one, like fireflies joining in display. You smile. Tonight you will be free from your fledgling status.
Tonight you will be a Neonate. No longer under the yoke of Gavrail.
