Post by jono on Sept 27, 2015 10:24:46 GMT -8
Rafael sits in a large wingback chair, his hands idly stroking a ghoul's throat while the young cousin almost purred. Her blood had been quite delicious. As the warm blood begins to flow through his system, his mind wanders off...
These camarilla vampires are so... uptight. It is almost as if they do not understand that they themselves are just ambulatory corpses with souls trapped inside.
Faugh. Then again, even Knuckleduster, the Anarch Artist, seemed perturbed by the idea.
Perhaps I should invite a host of family members to the city so that we can have a traditional family party. Giancarlo would enjoy getting a break from Edinburgh, I am sure. There have to be some cousins in Las Vegas who would like to escape the desert and visit a city on the water again.
I would have to arrange for a Mass to be held, which means I will need at least a few vats of blood... and then there are those who will only drink directly from a source, so we must have a few blood dolls on hand for such things. Corpses for those so inclined as well.
We must also have a feast, inviting the honored Camarilla citizens. That should come before the Mass. It wouldn't do for our Camarilla guests to arrive to find our entire family covered in blood with satiated grins and knowing smirks. It would be hilarious to see them try to find a proper response.
I can imagine it now. 'Don Rafael, so kind of you to invite us... you have a bit of schmutz... right there... and there... and really, perhaps you should just go take a quick shower. And maybe everyone else should too... or maybe we could come back later?'
Yes, the feast should come before the Mass. No need to scare the locals.
His mind drifted back to that moment, as the ghoul in his lap began to lightly snore. He leaned down, and bit again, drinking deeply. Her snoring stopped, and her breathing fell into a longer, slower, deeper rhythm. She was now at that edge... she might die of this. Calling up his will, he whispered her name, and felt the tug of a spiriti almost answering a call. With his vampiric sight, he watched her aura fluxuate, burning low and quivering. Her spirit almost tugged loose. If he called again, with more insistence, it might snap whatever ties her to her flesh. After a moment, he released his call, and watched as her aura stabilized. One part of his mind drifted off toward describing that experience, while the other portion wandered back to organizing a party.
Perhaps it could be a Winter Gala. A Masquerade even? As long as we avoid the Domino motif, all should be well. White garments are ever poor choices prior to a family Mass.
Can our home support an invasion of cousins? Perhaps not a full gala... maybe only a handful. It could be a small gathering. The better to avoid worrying certain individuals. I wonder if the Toreador would accept such an invitation... I wonder how they would dress if they did come.
Rafael chuckled to himself as he lifted the unconscious ghoul, and walked her to her bed, where he tucked her in with a brief lullaby remembered from his own childhood. "Close your eyes, rest your body, and don't let your soul wander too far, for when you wake, you've much to do."
"Do be sure to wake, precious one. We've very much to do." He whispered into the room as he closed the door. As he walked down the hall, he listened to her heartbeat struggle to recover from the loss of blood. He strongly believed that she would wake and heal. To make sure, he left a note, taped to the refrigerator, for one of the other ghouls to look in on her in the morning. She would be fine.
With that, he walked off to his own sanctuary, where the sunlight would never find him, and his spiritti guarded his rest.
These camarilla vampires are so... uptight. It is almost as if they do not understand that they themselves are just ambulatory corpses with souls trapped inside.
Faugh. Then again, even Knuckleduster, the Anarch Artist, seemed perturbed by the idea.
Perhaps I should invite a host of family members to the city so that we can have a traditional family party. Giancarlo would enjoy getting a break from Edinburgh, I am sure. There have to be some cousins in Las Vegas who would like to escape the desert and visit a city on the water again.
I would have to arrange for a Mass to be held, which means I will need at least a few vats of blood... and then there are those who will only drink directly from a source, so we must have a few blood dolls on hand for such things. Corpses for those so inclined as well.
We must also have a feast, inviting the honored Camarilla citizens. That should come before the Mass. It wouldn't do for our Camarilla guests to arrive to find our entire family covered in blood with satiated grins and knowing smirks. It would be hilarious to see them try to find a proper response.
I can imagine it now. 'Don Rafael, so kind of you to invite us... you have a bit of schmutz... right there... and there... and really, perhaps you should just go take a quick shower. And maybe everyone else should too... or maybe we could come back later?'
Yes, the feast should come before the Mass. No need to scare the locals.
His mind drifted back to that moment, as the ghoul in his lap began to lightly snore. He leaned down, and bit again, drinking deeply. Her snoring stopped, and her breathing fell into a longer, slower, deeper rhythm. She was now at that edge... she might die of this. Calling up his will, he whispered her name, and felt the tug of a spiriti almost answering a call. With his vampiric sight, he watched her aura fluxuate, burning low and quivering. Her spirit almost tugged loose. If he called again, with more insistence, it might snap whatever ties her to her flesh. After a moment, he released his call, and watched as her aura stabilized. One part of his mind drifted off toward describing that experience, while the other portion wandered back to organizing a party.
Perhaps it could be a Winter Gala. A Masquerade even? As long as we avoid the Domino motif, all should be well. White garments are ever poor choices prior to a family Mass.
Can our home support an invasion of cousins? Perhaps not a full gala... maybe only a handful. It could be a small gathering. The better to avoid worrying certain individuals. I wonder if the Toreador would accept such an invitation... I wonder how they would dress if they did come.
Rafael chuckled to himself as he lifted the unconscious ghoul, and walked her to her bed, where he tucked her in with a brief lullaby remembered from his own childhood. "Close your eyes, rest your body, and don't let your soul wander too far, for when you wake, you've much to do."
"Do be sure to wake, precious one. We've very much to do." He whispered into the room as he closed the door. As he walked down the hall, he listened to her heartbeat struggle to recover from the loss of blood. He strongly believed that she would wake and heal. To make sure, he left a note, taped to the refrigerator, for one of the other ghouls to look in on her in the morning. She would be fine.
With that, he walked off to his own sanctuary, where the sunlight would never find him, and his spiritti guarded his rest.