The entire world anticipates a new year and here I sit as paranoid as ever. During the last decade, I have built a compound to keep out the she wolf who, as I experienced in my youth, will be just as vicious as my "mother," and none as caring.
My father killed the wolf of my childhood and now I face the wild again. Cyrilla looks enraged that she can't go out on the town but I am convinced that the devil will show herself tonight.
"I have watched you over the centuries, darling. You've been a bad boy and have not waited for my return." I hear these words in my head and scream out, "NO!" but as no one else can hear them, my staff looks confused and terrified and Cyrilla simply looks obstinate.
"You fear me, little man. I have been coming for you for years since you broke my heart."
Regaining my composure, I try answering without talking.
"You left me, Arabella. You sent me away when you told me you would meet me again."
"YOU FOOLISH MORTAL MINDED DOG! You think in terms of ephemeral existence when you should have known that through the bite, we were connected. I needed my time to put together myself and you left and found yourself the harlot of ancient Greece. Look at the bitterness in the whore's eyes."
My heart dropped in my chest. I sensed her nearby but not so close that she could see my Cyrilla and definitely not so close that she could sense her mood. I heard her begin to laugh hysterically in my mind.
"Foolish boy. So powerful, DISCIPLINED and even experienced and yet you still don't know that I see through your eyes."
I immediately shut my eyes.
"Awww sweet darling, do you not wish to see me coming; to watch your aggressor take out her revenge?"
I said nothing, I thought nothing and after an hour or so of listing my centuries of mistakes, she was silent. The silence scared me more than the volume though. I felt her presence everywhere like the born again feels god. I held my breath and did everything I could to stop from screaming. Terrified by the overwhelming connection I felt to her, that it was almost romantic fear, if there is such a thing.
Confusion abounds as I look around the room and carefully analyze the faces around me for ones I may not recognize. Just as I think I know every one, the voice speaks but this time out loud and on my neck.
"You should have waited for me, we could have had such a beautiful requiem together. No matter, you brought me the Kallisti and she is valuable in ways you cannot even begin to understand, child."
I turn around and in her full glory dressed in war gear, there she stands. The beautiful and haunting Arabella DeGalle. Without warning, she grabs me and begins to drain my blood. I fight back and a battle unlike our world has ever known ensues.
Outside, the flood waters begin to roll in as I throw Arabella into a wall that breaks like it's been hit with a sledge hammer. Test tubes smash and the lightening can be heard hitting our building in sparse bouts of almost godlike fury.
From somewhere in the room, I hear Cyrilla crying and screaming and calling out my name. For the first time, as a Kindred, I experience more emotion than I'm accustomed to. I feel incredible fear. Flash bangs erupt in the room and soldiers of unknown origin come flooding in like the waters begin to do in Yazoo.
Gunfire erupts as Kindred and Kine fight on my side and hers and the clash brings the fury that is as real as sweat and rain water that begins to flood our bodies. The blood in the room runs thick and I feel bullets pierce my skin as the rage takes over me and I become blinded to a good fight. Arabella is far older than I and quickly takes the upper hand in our fight.
From the ceiling she reaches down and grabs me as I begin to notice an apprentice at her side. Just like the prissy princess to have the audience of my child during my last lament.
She picks me up off the ground and holds me by my head as my body goes limp from loss of blood.
"...And now, lover, time to die..."
I feel her fangs rip into my throat and from a TV somewhere nearby, I hear, "10... 9... 8... 7... 6... and then...
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