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"Good Evening."
Those were the words she first heard when the wooden stake was pulled from her chest: she was on her knees on a stage, in some theater. Next to her was the other vampire, the one who had seduced and turned her, along with the bodyguard-looking men who had invaded the apartment. A giant figure came from behind and took his place near the Seducer, a sword strapped to his back. Another man, dressed in a fine business suit, paced about the stage as he spoke.
"My fellow Kindred. I apologize for disrupting any business or interfering with any prior engagements you may have had this evening. Its unfortunate that the affair that gathers us together tonight, is a troubling one." There were a dozen people, maybe more, on the seats close to the stage: someone in the crowd whispered to another, but the well-dressed man continued on.
"We are here, because the laws that bind our society, the laws that are the fabric of our existence, have been broken. As Prince, I am within my rights to grant or deny the kindred of this city, the privilege of siring. Many of you have come to me seeking permission, and I have granted some of these requests." He paused, looking at the Seducer. "However, the one that sits before you tonight, was not refused permission. Indeed, my permission was never requested. They were caught shortly after the embrace of this childe." He looked at the Dancer after he said the last word, which made her feel uneasy. Caught on the man's gaze, she wanted to speak up, but realized she could not.
"It pains me to announce the sentence, as up to tonight, I considered the accused a loyal and upstanding member of our organization. But as some of you may know, and should know, the penalty for this transgression, is death. Know that I am no more a judicator than I am a servant to the laws that govern us all. Let tonight's proceedings serve as a reminder to our community, that we must adhere to the code that binds our society, lest we endanger all of our blood."
The suited man knelt slightly next to the Seducer, and said something in a cold and uncaring tone. When he walked away, the large man with the sword drew it from his back, while the man behind the Seducer held his head down. The large man held the sword above the exposed neck, then swung it downwards, severing his head from his neck very cleanly. The head didn't roll far before it, along with his entire body, crumbled to dust and ashes.
"Which leads to the fate of the ill-begotten progeny. Without a sire, most childe are doomed to walk the Earth never knowing their place, and, more importantly, the laws they must obey. Therefore, I have decided, that-"
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" The man who yelled wore a black leather jacket and pants, along with a gold necklace. She did not knew why he decided to interrupt, but felt a wave of gratefulness towards him anyway: having just seen her sire be destroyed, she had a good idea of what the Prince was about to say. His single yelled phrase also prompted a few to seemingly take his side, either chatting amongst themselves, or yelling at the man in the suit. When it died down, again the Prince spoke.
"If Mr. Rodriguez would let me finish, I have decided to let this kindred live. She will be instructed in the ways of our kind, and granted the same rights. I thank you all for attending these proceedings, and I hope, that its significance is not lost."
As the audience began to stand up to leave, he again said "Good Evening".
The Prince motioned for her to follow him, and the guards, along with the giant, disappeared somewhere. She followed the suited man, and he seemed to want to talk.
"Your sire, my apologies. But you see, there is a strict code of conduct that we must adhere to, if we are to survive." He turned toward one of the doors that lead backstage, and she followed, still listening as he spoke. "When someone, anyone, breaks these laws, they undermine the well-worn fabric of our centuries old society. I do hope that you understand my, predicament. Allowing you to live, makes me directly responsible for your subsequent behavior. So, what I offer is not generosity, but a chance to transcend the fate woven by your sire."
He stopped and turned after reaching a door that seemed to lead outside. "This is your trial. You will be brought to Santa Monica. There, you will meet an agent of mine, named Mercurio. He will provide the details of your labor." He looked at the girl a little more seriously. "I've shown you great clemency. Prove it was more than a wasted gesture fledgling. Don't come back, until you do. Good Evening."
The door opens, and having nothing to say back, mind still reeling with the shock of the change, she steps through...
Those were the words she first heard when the wooden stake was pulled from her chest: she was on her knees on a stage, in some theater. Next to her was the other vampire, the one who had seduced and turned her, along with the bodyguard-looking men who had invaded the apartment. A giant figure came from behind and took his place near the Seducer, a sword strapped to his back. Another man, dressed in a fine business suit, paced about the stage as he spoke.
"My fellow Kindred. I apologize for disrupting any business or interfering with any prior engagements you may have had this evening. Its unfortunate that the affair that gathers us together tonight, is a troubling one." There were a dozen people, maybe more, on the seats close to the stage: someone in the crowd whispered to another, but the well-dressed man continued on.
"We are here, because the laws that bind our society, the laws that are the fabric of our existence, have been broken. As Prince, I am within my rights to grant or deny the kindred of this city, the privilege of siring. Many of you have come to me seeking permission, and I have granted some of these requests." He paused, looking at the Seducer. "However, the one that sits before you tonight, was not refused permission. Indeed, my permission was never requested. They were caught shortly after the embrace of this childe." He looked at the Dancer after he said the last word, which made her feel uneasy. Caught on the man's gaze, she wanted to speak up, but realized she could not.
"It pains me to announce the sentence, as up to tonight, I considered the accused a loyal and upstanding member of our organization. But as some of you may know, and should know, the penalty for this transgression, is death. Know that I am no more a judicator than I am a servant to the laws that govern us all. Let tonight's proceedings serve as a reminder to our community, that we must adhere to the code that binds our society, lest we endanger all of our blood."
The suited man knelt slightly next to the Seducer, and said something in a cold and uncaring tone. When he walked away, the large man with the sword drew it from his back, while the man behind the Seducer held his head down. The large man held the sword above the exposed neck, then swung it downwards, severing his head from his neck very cleanly. The head didn't roll far before it, along with his entire body, crumbled to dust and ashes.
"Which leads to the fate of the ill-begotten progeny. Without a sire, most childe are doomed to walk the Earth never knowing their place, and, more importantly, the laws they must obey. Therefore, I have decided, that-"
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" The man who yelled wore a black leather jacket and pants, along with a gold necklace. She did not knew why he decided to interrupt, but felt a wave of gratefulness towards him anyway: having just seen her sire be destroyed, she had a good idea of what the Prince was about to say. His single yelled phrase also prompted a few to seemingly take his side, either chatting amongst themselves, or yelling at the man in the suit. When it died down, again the Prince spoke.
"If Mr. Rodriguez would let me finish, I have decided to let this kindred live. She will be instructed in the ways of our kind, and granted the same rights. I thank you all for attending these proceedings, and I hope, that its significance is not lost."
As the audience began to stand up to leave, he again said "Good Evening".
The Prince motioned for her to follow him, and the guards, along with the giant, disappeared somewhere. She followed the suited man, and he seemed to want to talk.
"Your sire, my apologies. But you see, there is a strict code of conduct that we must adhere to, if we are to survive." He turned toward one of the doors that lead backstage, and she followed, still listening as he spoke. "When someone, anyone, breaks these laws, they undermine the well-worn fabric of our centuries old society. I do hope that you understand my, predicament. Allowing you to live, makes me directly responsible for your subsequent behavior. So, what I offer is not generosity, but a chance to transcend the fate woven by your sire."
He stopped and turned after reaching a door that seemed to lead outside. "This is your trial. You will be brought to Santa Monica. There, you will meet an agent of mine, named Mercurio. He will provide the details of your labor." He looked at the girl a little more seriously. "I've shown you great clemency. Prove it was more than a wasted gesture fledgling. Don't come back, until you do. Good Evening."
The door opens, and having nothing to say back, mind still reeling with the shock of the change, she steps through...
