IRL datum: 29 november 2013
IG datum: 13-14 januari 2012
Aanwezig: Harm-Jan (GM), Iris (Ollivandra), Noor (Syeira), Eelco (Nicolas)
Geschreven door: Ollivandra Veenstra (Iris)
A good conversation can move mountains
Nicolas told us about the Toreador, a third party in everything that was going on. Well, within the Camarilla, anyway. I knew I had to tell them about Ninna, and I wasn’t sure where to start. Maybe with what she once meant to me, in my mortal life… To focus on the good bits about her, rather than the bad.
I started off by telling them that she was someone I used to know and care about. And that when I was embraced, I’d turned away from her because I thought it was better if she thought me dead or lost, rather than an undead creature. Thought it’d be better if she went on living her mortal life without me. Didn’t know she was a vampire too up until recently, of course.
Syeira said that it was all my own choice, but that she didn’t recommend going to the Sabbat. I didn’t think that it was all that bad to care about our own kind rather than coddle humans. I understand the masquerade and the importance the Camarilla puts with it, but some days it’s just frustrating to feel so trapped within my own strength. It felt like with Ninna, maybe I could be something stronger and better. But I wasn’t sure yet.
I told Syeira about Ninna, that she was my girlfriend at boarding school (hurt a bit to admit it), and that when everyone’d shunned me, she was the only one that stuck with me. I think she understood why Ninna was important to me, and why I trusted her at least to some degree.
Syeira grew worried then, asked me if I’d told Ninna about the training camp in Denmark we’d been through. My first response was ‘of course not’, but I soon realised I might’ve mentioned it. But even if I did; surely Ninna wouldn’t have used the information against us, would she? I was beginning to realise she might’ve, but I couldn’t really believe that she would. But then, she had gotten rather angry when she’d first found out I was part of the Camarilla…
I also had the note. I fiddled it out of my pocket, realising I still had it. I said that Ninna’d said something about it saying that they wished to see the Princess in the basement of the Elysium. When I look at the actual note, though, I couldn’t actually read a word. Nicolas peered at it with that studious expression for a while, trying to figure out what it meant. Then he came up with the answer: Enigma machines were needed to decode this.
Nicolas went to the Tremere tree to look for books on Enigma machines. He’d figured out that the Princess probably had one, too. I gave him the note, and he said he’d go to the Princess the next night to decipher the note… Hopefully without her seeing him. Me and Syeira would go to Ninna (well, I’d go to Ninna and Syeira’d listen in outside for backup), to try and figure out more about the war going on between the Camarilla and Sabbat. I texted Ninna that I wouldn’t be able to make it tonight, and suggested tomorrow. She texted back that she missed me. I hated the feeling that I missed her too when I read those words. I didn’t want to miss her, didn’t want to feel needy to be with her… But I did, anyway.
I woke up the next night, well and rested. Nicolas was off to the Princess, and by the time we woke up it didn’t take long for him to get to us and give us news of the note. He had no more arms, though… Apparently the Princess had been hungry when he got there. The note said that some order wanted to speak to the Princess; it was something of an order of masochists, which was a bit worrying. But at least it didn’t say “here, have a snack” or something like that.
The sneakiest of all sneaky rose bushes
Then me and Syeira were off to Terwolde, to the wooden cabin where I’d met Ninna the other night.
Syeira tried to be sneaky, but that didn’t work out very well for her. So she decided to disguise herself as a rose patch and follow me along the road. Because, in contrary to tripping over trash cans, that’d never arouse any suspicion, surely.
Ninna was alone. It felt good to see her face, until I looked her in the eyes. Didn’t have much time to gasp in disgust before she hugged me, driving barbed wire into my back, scraping it across my skin. When she took her distance again I could see that her hands were covered in barbed wire, and so were her eyes. Every time she blinked her eyes and scraped the iron lightly across her eyeballs, I died a little on the inside. I thought she might’ve been punished; for seeing me, maybe.
Ninna said she’d been rewarded. My first thought was to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, drag her out of there, put her in a basement and keep her there until she was brainwashed back to normal. I didn’t know if I’d ever get her to not want to be Sabbat, but I had to do something…
She said I’d be rewarded, too. I stared at her, unable to hide my disgust and, above all else, pity, but I couldn’t give her up yet. I didn’t want to lose her again.
I asked if Ninna had seen my parents. Ninna said that she’d been them, and that they were surely happy, but not together anymore. Whatever the hell that meant. It sounded like she fed from them. I didn’t know how to feel about it. I wanted everyone I used to know or even remotely care for far away from my life as a kindred, and here Ninna was, going around sampling them.
She said that her parents were ghouls too, and that when we knew each other as mortals, she’d been trained to become what she was now. She said something disturbing… Something about her mother being the palet and Ninna being the work of art. I don’t know. But Ninna said disturbing things all the time, anyway; it was part of the reason I liked her. She was always kind of crazy.
A life-long betrayal
That’s when things started to go south. Ninna said that she’d picked me, at school, that she’d done everything to make me love her, too. I didn’t really understand at first – didn’t want to, maybe – and all the while I felt buzzes in my pocket from my phone. I thought it might be Syeira, but I was distracted and didn’t even look. I asked her what she meant…
She said that we were meant to be together, or some shit like that, and that she’d only driven everyone away from me so that I’d love her more. I didn’t understand, couldn’t grasp how she could’ve done something like that. Suddenly, my worry number one – not wanting barbed wire in my bloody skull – was the least of my worries and priorities.
I yelled. I don’t even remember what I yelled at her, but it was probably something along the lines of “Why the fuck did you ruin my life?!” I shouted that she knew how much it meant to me. That’s why she took it away from me. She took it because she knew how much it meant to me.
Well, she likes the pain, I figured I’d give her the pain. I hit her in the face, hard as I could. I didn’t expect what came next; didn’t expect to be surrounded by darkness and get my guts literally punched out of my body. She called them her parents, but they felt more like monsters. “You shouldn’t have done that!” she shouted, but I would’ve done it again in a heartbeat.
I heard Syeira outside, and was disoriented. I considered fighting back, but my face felt like my eyeball was somewhere halfway to my chest (and it quite possibly was) and I had to try hard to not trip over my guts, so I didn’t stand a chance. And, well, besides punching shit, only thing I’m good at is running, so that’s what I did, guessing where the door would be – and, thankfully, guessing right.
Nic’s grand rescue adventure
When I got outside, there were a couple of dogs growling at Syeira, and Ninna was running off. Considered trying to stop her, but since the two rampaging things were probably gonna crash through the door any moment I decided to follow Syeira’s example and try and climb the roof of the cabin.
At that moment, a huge car came crashing through the yard and torpedoed itself into one of the creatures. It just stood there. Seeing them was even scarier than being mauled by them. Me and Syeira rolled onto the roof. I miraculously managed to keep all of my guts inside. Then the car turned and we drove off. The further away I got, the safer it felt… Only a couple km’s down the road the car stopped and we got inside. I sat in the back and collapsed, started to cry, curled up on the backseat. I wanted to punch something, but there was nothing to punch.
Not even Nicolas, who had no arms, was funny enough to make me stop feeling like punching things.
H3. Better GTFO now
Along the way, we picked up some dumbass bouncer from a club. I think Nic wanted to make him his ghoul. Probably something to do with the arms situation.
I told them I wanted to go to Utrecht. My parents. It was the stupidest idea ever, but I just really wanted to see them, make sure they were still alive and tell them to move to somewhere far away. Didn’t know how I’d explain things to them, but whatever.
Apparently though, we’d been tasked to protect all of Apeldoorn and the Elysium while the Prince and pretty much all of Apeldoorn’s kindred had gone off to retaliate against the Sabbat for the attack they did on Denmark.
Nicolas said that he’d “oops, forgotten to lock the door to the basement of the Princess”. So “we’d better go lock it”. We went there, and me and Syeira both looked up to see clawmarks in the ceiling. Shit, bit late.
When we heard a hiss and a feral creature leaped from the ceiling, we hid behind the door quickly. We threw the bouncer-guy into the room and heard lots of screaming. Nicolas looked like he wanted to stay, the fool, while she looked up at him and snarled ferociously. He just talked to her like she was an innocent little girl.
Eventually we all went through the door and shut it behind us. Took a long while to walk through the tunnel… We didn’t know what to do, but I figured we’d best just wait outside the good side of the Elysium and admit to the Prince what’d happened. He would find out some way.
In the Princess’ quarters I drank some blood (Syeira’d offered some to me earlier, but no thanks, I like her plenty without that) and Nicolas took a big book from the Princess’ bedroom.
H3. No big booms at the end
We waited outside the Elysium. Around 7 the Prince and the others returned. They looked generally cheery, which probably meant things’d gone well. The Prince went into the Elysium. In the meanwhile, I spotted Lisa.
I asked how things went. Lisa said it’d gone well and that they had dented the finances and resources of the Sabbat. If I wanted the full story, I’d have to watch the news the next day (I mental noted this to myself). Said she’d embraced the right one after all, when she noted that I yet lived. Huh.
It was a bit strange, but I found a bit more like for Lisa than I had before. She was my mentor in many ways, but a complete stranger in so many others, because I’d always blamed her for taking me from my mortal life, and most of all, from Ninna. I was beginning to realise now that maybe it had been a good thing. I would’ve been a pain-loving crazy now, probably, if it weren’t for Lisa.
I asked about Rogier. She showed me his head. I died a little on the inside. I knew it was stupid to love him, knew it was better this way… But it still hurt like fuck. Especially after the day I’d already had. “Good…”
The Prince came out with the Princess following behind him, obediently, with head bowed. He said that it’d been wrong to keep her in the shadows, and that thanks to her, Apeldoorn existed. I wondered what it meant. Wondered if the Sabbat’d intended to kill her because she was important for the city. But what was it that she did, now? I knew that she was some sort of royal princess – Maria van Oranje-Nassau – but I didn’t know what it meant today. Or maybe it was just that Prince Smeelink was reminiscing old times – but he didn’t seem the type – and that the Sabbat wanted to punch him in the gut by taking her out.
H3. Nic’s… empathy?
When I told Nicolas about Ninna, he said he understood. Said that we’d get her sometime, and I’d be the one to kill her. It was surprising to get so much empathy from him. I guess some things changed.
I didn’t want to kill her, though, not really. I just never wanted to see her again.
But after Nic’d said it, the idea sort of stuck, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like hurting Ninna for everything she’d done. She liked pain, didn’t she? Well, I could give her pain. Didn’t Anton say that she was this bishop Ezekiel’s favourite pet, or something? She could be important somehow, and I realised that the chapter wasn’t finished yet at all.
We returned to Syeira’s home. I realised that my beautiful new sports car was gone. It was still at Terwolde. Something snapped, but I managed to drag myself ‘home’, to sleep.
A lot of things felt broken, but somehow the path forward had been cleared up at the same time.
Volgende sessie: Vrijdag 13 December?