Chaos

When the Earthquakes began, I felt a quickening.  A terrible sort of excitement and anticipation.  Stirring within me for the first time since 1940.

O that day!  Coventry was a massive and entrenched Kindred.  We controlled entire sections of the city.  We had minions upon minions.  I was surrounded in the best comfort Europe could provide.  I had the best clothes, the best ghouls... I lived a life of luxury such as that ridiculous Missouri farm girl could never imagine.
I hated every second of it.

I wanted, more than anything else, to be up to my ankles in civil war blood.  I wanted to stalk the fields like an apparition from Revelation, come to visit capricious cruelty on a mortal world that dare believed it understood.  Coventry was a prison of crystal and gold.  I was like a doll, neatly displayed in her case, in a world that utterly denied what we really were.  Vampires are not ballrooms and jewelry and tittering.  Vampires are blood.  So when the german bombs fell, and the Coterie began to disintegrate around me, I laughed.  The glass broke.  William lay broken before me.  And once again, Chaos had reclaimed its honor in the face of hubris.

For 53 years I've waited for her to return.  My goddess. My guide.  The only sire I've ever known. Two days ago, she finally did.  I walked through the shattered streets, my arms outstretched, and an unholy smile on my face.  I took victims from the calamity - victims I pretended to save from the destruction.  The taste of terror and betrayal was like nothing I've felt in YEARS.

It has been far.... FAR too long...