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Death and vengeance

It was night, and the air was as thick as velvet. Up ahead the orange glow of electric lights stood out like wounds in the darkness. From her position in the astral, Laurie stared at them with a kind of fascinated horror. For a moment it seemed as if the windows were leaking blood. Stig and Shadow saw nothing, and continued to move in absolute silence.

Then Laurie saw it. She had thought it was blood she saw coming from the window, but suddenly in the thin light of the moon she saw something else. She saw the red stuff creeping out across the ground, mobile and aware. She saw the glitter of magic running through it, and with a sudden horror she knew.

The Sabbat knew they were coming.

But by then it was too late, and the blood spilling out of the window turned to shadow.

In seconds, the Sabbat were upon them.

The gargoyle rose up, wings stretched to the sky, but the inky black tentacles cast by a man who seemed to be made out of shadow were already around him, sucking on him, pulling him back down. Stig hurled his home made molotovs, but the bright golden flames were drowned by yet more shadow and smoke.

The Sabbat, Laurie thought, were like demons. They came, reeking of blood and death. They stepped from the blackness, from the abyss where all the bad things dwell. The shadowman smiled slightly when Stig’s axe caught him. He was beyond being harmed by such weapons now, and he only wrapped his tentacles a little tighter around Stig and Shadow. Firepower erupted from the darkness as well, striking the trapped Kindred.

And Laurie could do nothing.

Two minds touched for a second, amidst the heat of battle.

“I’m sorry I failed you” Stig said, and in that moment he glowed like an angel.

“You never failed me,” Laurie said, and then she was manifest before the Sabbat, screaming her useless curses at them. One Sabbat member flinched, but the rest held strong. They were old and battle hardened, and a Malkavian’s howl was familiar and wearisome to them these days.

Shadow went down, a massive hulk of stone crashing to the floor, and only Stig was alive now, still wielding his axe.

Two minds together again.

“I love you” Laurie said.

She never knew if he heard her as the darkness claimed him at last.




It was night, and the air was as thick as velvet. Laurie walked the streets of London, with bloody tears on her cheeks. She had not known that vampires could cry. No one tried to stop her boarding the train at Euston. Even had any seen her, they would have shrunk back from the creature that left London.

“I am not Laurie anymore” she said aloud. “Laurie died too. I am Melek now, and all that is left to me is the path of the bloody angels. I’ll walk that road, and when I return, I’ll return to feed the Sabbat to my demons. I’ll tear them up, and see them devoured. I’ll teach them what vengeance really means.”

And when she turned to the window, her reflection seemed drenched in blood.
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