Part 2

Now that I had unravelled the mystery of why I killed that woman, I finally had time to dwell on the past…
While reading my books, memory after memory came back to me, and as the scholar I am, I like the past, and why not share the things that give you joyous feelings? And as I see no reason why not to, I will share with you, the chronicles of my life.
As much as some of my stories might frighten you, try your best to sit back and relax.
As always, the best place to start is the beginning, so I will tell you how it all began.
It all began a very long time ago, so long ago that, as I child, I was trying to learn the new numbers coming to the country, and I remember that one of them caused a lot of trouble, the one called zero, the one number that, according the church, couldnt exist, for God was almighty and everywhere, so a number such as zero which has no value, would mean that God was not present, which led to some very amusing discussions amongst priests and men of science.
I also remember one of my friends shipping of to become a so called “jester” for the king… He wasn’t that smart, so the role of fool came natural.
A while after, I heard from my “source” that King John was to have a meeting with the nobles. It was later I discovered that the nobles wanted King John to sign a document that ensured them the right for a trial, before King John could take their land away, and imprison them.
Well, enough of trivial memories, let’s get to the luscious part! My embrace.
Maybe it was the exotic cotton clothes he wore, (cotton was very expensive at the time, coming from Spain it had to be specially exported to very important people), or maybe it was his eyes, all I know is that I was drawn to him, and I didn’t know this at the time, but he must have been very hungry, since I wasn’t the cleanest person… Then again it was so long ago, that no one was particularly clean… Anyway, we didn’t even get a proper introduction before he jumped of his beautiful black horse and went for my throat. Its hard to recall what happened after that, all I can remember is the feeling of total ecstasy and the numbness following when he drained me of my blood. He then, guessing from his facial expression, panicked when he realized what he had done, and out of total desperation, bit his own wrist and put the bloody flesh to my mouth, allowing me to drink his blood directly from the source… Just thinking about the taste of his blood makes my mouth water…
He must not have been a very experienced sire, because the first thing you learn is that a sire must never leave his childe defenceless… But that was exactly what he did - I was very fortunate that a kind mother took me in when she found me lying in the mud… Just before sunrise.
As I slowly drifted in and out of consciousness, I started to hear everything, even smell everything - And then the dreaming started…
Picture this: You’re walking in a dark, dark landscape. It’s cold and moist. You hear voices, they’re talking about you. You feel something closing up behind you, but when you turn around, nothing is there. Suddenly you see a shadow move swiftly before you. You feel absolute terror, absolutely helpless. You start to run, but you get nowhere. Suddenly it’s like your feet hit the ground, and you run faster than you’ve ever run before, and that’s when you fall down, sliding across the wet grass. You try to stand up, but you keep slipping. You look at your hands, they’re bloody. You look around; the grass is covered in blood. As you stand up, something flies by you, knocking you down again. Finally you manage to get up, and you start running again. You can hear the thing follow you; you hear its feet in the grass. You turn your head, it’s not there. You turn you head back. It’s right in front of you, and now you see what it is. It is you… It knocks you down, and does something to you. Its taking away your humanity. You scream, and then you wake up.
You can stop picturing now…
As I woke, I was standing over the massacred body of the woman who brought me to safety. I looked around me. For the first time in my afterlife I was utterly terrified. I had slaughtered the whole family. Women, men and even the children. I didn’t remember any of the things I had done, but it was definitely me. I was covered in their blood.
I nearly smashed the door to bits when I ran out. Fortunately for me, the sun had gone down, and I just started running, just like the dream, and like the dream, I was, somewhat, running from myself. Somehow I knew what I had become - a vampire, or as at later found out: kindred.
I ran into the nearest forest, avoiding every person my new eyes could see. I spend the last of the night and the day after, thinking about what I had done.
I can only remember one thing my sire said: “You are now a Lasombra…”
Till we meet again: Do not envy me. Do not wish for this. No matter how “cool” it sounds, its not worth losing you life for.