There is only so much of this I can take. Four hundred years I have kept this journal daily. For the entirety of that four hundred years I have had purpose. Most of it I have spent alone, but that was always how I preferred it. Sure, there was the time I spent with William all those years ago, but that was years ago.
I find I am out of practice dealing with people on a regular basis.
That’s fine, all things considered. As an assassin you don’t need to deal with them, just kill them. I am very good at the killing part of my job, something my compatriots had opportunity to see recently. I have to say I love these Silver Sunrise rounds that Mark Osborn made for me.
Watching as enemy vampires go up in a pillar of fire is enjoyable. The problem that I have is that my delivery method leaves something to be desired when in the thick of things. When I’m a half mile from the action taking 4 seconds between shots seems negligible. When in the midst of things I find that I have need to drop my targets much faster.
That being said I can throw these darts with similar accuracy to my gun, and that is fine with how close they were. I even stabbed one and infused my dart with a Catatonic Strike. Not that I truly expect it to, but maybe, just maybe, this will help Willie to see that I truly have the best interests of the group in mind.
War wasn’t the only thing on our minds, however, as we went to a Bruja of some renown. She talked the righteous path, but I wonder how well she actually walks it as she has a vampire, Willie, as a friend. What fools these mortals be…I think I should have talked to William about royalty rights for that phrase.
Listen to me. No one really thought about those sorts of things back in the day. I was just happy to have one of my common sayings on the stage. Even if it was said by a fairy instead of a vampire. I remember the arguments that I had with William at the time. In the end, as the playwright he of course won. I still think it would have been more fun if the supernatural beings had been vampires instead of fairies.
William said something that stuck with me: he preferred to include those things he knew were fake than otherwise. I wisely didn’t mention that I’d met a Bruja or two in my long life.
Fairies, though? I’m pretty sure that they do not exist.
The more we learn about this Cult of Twilight the more I realize that we are being played.
I’m perfectly willing to be someone’s pawn if the price is right, but to cat’s paw me without my consent smacks of contempt. It makes me want to destroy all of these beings. The problem with that, I realize, is that to them I truly am insignificant. It’s just a matter of respect, and with their lack of respect I begin to suspect that we are meant to be destroyed.
This is an anthropocentric pantheon. I think that they seek to have we proud, we few, we vampires kill ourselves off. The first agents of the enemy we ran into were Vampires after all. What better way to weaken your enemy than to have his soldiers fight each other.
Would their rule really be different than it is now? Bloodlords forgive me but almost anything would have to be better than the petty bickering that we are under now. Humans are more unified than we are. Sure, there are occasional outbursts of pique, but even then no one nation stands alone.
And each vampire stands alone in the end. Even our clans are shattered beyond any hope of recovery. We are not a people. We are monsters.
I like being a monster.