Just a little something i whipped up. Robert'll know what it is.
They knew it was coming. They could sense it. They could feel it in the air. Mortal prophets saw it coming, yet they didn’t know what it exactly meant. It was only a few of them, but they got the picture strongly enough to know that it was coming, and everything would change. Each of them found out, gradually, one by one. Charles MacGurden, the Malkavian prophet was the first to know. He stood on the corner in the middle of the town and did nothing but preach the oncoming “departure of our own”. Another man, a gentleman, of Lasombrian descent, decided to stop and listen to the madman, after night after night of passing by him and paying no heed to him. They began to talk, and Charles eventually convinces the man, Delmar Barillo, that something extravagant is brewing in the World of Darkness. Delmar, realizing the enormity of this event, begins to preach as well, but goes about it…a little differently. He tells other members of his social life, but to no avail. None of them heed his words. Luckily, his closest comrades seemed to have had some sort of piqued interest in it, because they agreed to the plan that he and Charles had come up with. His comrades are William Brandtston, his loyal Tremere friend, and Jim Rothans, his Brujah street-wandering counterpart. These were the only people he could collect together to stop this oncoming threat, and he then explained to them the severity of the situation, and what actions must be made to stop it. “We will meet tomorrow night at the street corner on which Charles preaches. From there, we will continue to my haven and discuss it in deeper detail.” His thick Spaniard accent rolled and bounced as he relayed this message. He then sped off, with other matters of his own to tend to, such as the guest back in his home.
This guest, in fact, was the child of Delmar Barillo. His name was Delmar Barillo the Second. He didn’t know that his Father, Delmar Barillo Senior, was a Vampire, or that his father had plans for him and this upcoming threat. Fortunately for Delmar II, he was a mortal, and this threat would only affect his undead father and his comrades. He did have to worry about the fact that he, along with 4 other mortals, chosen by his father’s comrades, would soon see death, and then continue to unlife to achieve this goal of deterring this fate worse than many could imagine. Sitting at home, waiting for his father, he was anxious and fidgety; having not seen his father in years made him wonder what his father would think of him. He was soon to find out, for he was coming home soon. He looks at the clock, and begins to wonder how his father had changed. His living condition certainly had. The last time he had seen his father was about 3 years ago, around this season, oddly enough. Looking around at the beautifully furnished manor, he was admiring a rather beautiful painting with a name unfamiliar to him, and to his absolute shock, his father burst through the door and has a stern look on his face, sterner than the time he had accidentally broken the plate he was washing at the sink as a child. He looked pale. “Son,” he said, “we must have a talk.”
About an hour later, both of the Delmars were in the living room, and only one of them was feeling well. This Delmar happened to be dead. Well, undead, to put it into the correct terms. The unwell one was sitting across from his father, head in his hands, which were massaging his temples. “So you mean to tell me that…you…are in fact…vampire, Father?”
“Yes. I murdered to get this house. How else did you think I obtained it?”
“By sheer change in fortune, I assumed.”
“You assume too much, Delmar.”
“Obviously, for I knew not of my father being a vampire-“
“Kindred.” Delmar Senior interrupted.
“KINDRED,” Delmar the Second continued impatiently, “and that is something one cannot very easily miss.”
“Ah well. However, I need your help. Along with my compatriots and me, we all need your help.”
“I am not going to help with such a thing as this…this…SCHEME you and your demonic friends have cooked up in these rotting heads of yours!”
He stood up and began to leave.
“Delmar, I command you to stay.”
“I’m not going to let you…Embrace me, or whatever you had titled it.”
“I am your father, and I am giving you an order.”
“You are no longer my father. You are a monster. Order all you like. I will not stay.”
“STAY!”
At that moment, all of Delmar the Second’s muscles were bound. He no longer wished to leave. He turned around and stared at his father in disbelief. “I….I’m sorry.” He stammered.
“It is no problem, my son. However, I must embrace you now. Fear not. It won’t hurt a bit. In fact, you’ll find it…rather enjoyable.”
Delmar the Second allowed his father to bite him, sending him deeper and deeper into a dark abyss.
When the eldest Delmar saw his childe awaken, he knew what was to come. The Hunger after the Embrace was not something to be taken lightly. Luckily, he had given his son enough precious vitae to keep him satiated for the time being. Assuming he was still hungry, he had a few chalices of blood around the manor just in the case something like this ever occurred. The youngest Delmar looked up at his father, tearing his eyes away from his now cold and pallid hands. His mind wanted to cry, yet the tears would not come. “It has happened…Hasn’t it?” he implored.
“Yes it has, my son…and this is only just the beginning.”
That night, Delmar the Youngest sat alone on the tallest part of the newly acclaimed Delmar manor. He had sat there since nightfall, and had watched the night and stars until the sky began to turn grey on the horizon. As he witnessed this, he knew it was time for his departure. He stood up, and, brushing off his cloak declared, “I will do what my father asks me to…he is my father, after all. But then…then I will seek my revenge. I will see to that myself.”
This guest, in fact, was the child of Delmar Barillo. His name was Delmar Barillo the Second. He didn’t know that his Father, Delmar Barillo Senior, was a Vampire, or that his father had plans for him and this upcoming threat. Fortunately for Delmar II, he was a mortal, and this threat would only affect his undead father and his comrades. He did have to worry about the fact that he, along with 4 other mortals, chosen by his father’s comrades, would soon see death, and then continue to unlife to achieve this goal of deterring this fate worse than many could imagine. Sitting at home, waiting for his father, he was anxious and fidgety; having not seen his father in years made him wonder what his father would think of him. He was soon to find out, for he was coming home soon. He looks at the clock, and begins to wonder how his father had changed. His living condition certainly had. The last time he had seen his father was about 3 years ago, around this season, oddly enough. Looking around at the beautifully furnished manor, he was admiring a rather beautiful painting with a name unfamiliar to him, and to his absolute shock, his father burst through the door and has a stern look on his face, sterner than the time he had accidentally broken the plate he was washing at the sink as a child. He looked pale. “Son,” he said, “we must have a talk.”
About an hour later, both of the Delmars were in the living room, and only one of them was feeling well. This Delmar happened to be dead. Well, undead, to put it into the correct terms. The unwell one was sitting across from his father, head in his hands, which were massaging his temples. “So you mean to tell me that…you…are in fact…vampire, Father?”
“Yes. I murdered to get this house. How else did you think I obtained it?”
“By sheer change in fortune, I assumed.”
“You assume too much, Delmar.”
“Obviously, for I knew not of my father being a vampire-“
“Kindred.” Delmar Senior interrupted.
“KINDRED,” Delmar the Second continued impatiently, “and that is something one cannot very easily miss.”
“Ah well. However, I need your help. Along with my compatriots and me, we all need your help.”
“I am not going to help with such a thing as this…this…SCHEME you and your demonic friends have cooked up in these rotting heads of yours!”
He stood up and began to leave.
“Delmar, I command you to stay.”
“I’m not going to let you…Embrace me, or whatever you had titled it.”
“I am your father, and I am giving you an order.”
“You are no longer my father. You are a monster. Order all you like. I will not stay.”
“STAY!”
At that moment, all of Delmar the Second’s muscles were bound. He no longer wished to leave. He turned around and stared at his father in disbelief. “I….I’m sorry.” He stammered.
“It is no problem, my son. However, I must embrace you now. Fear not. It won’t hurt a bit. In fact, you’ll find it…rather enjoyable.”
Delmar the Second allowed his father to bite him, sending him deeper and deeper into a dark abyss.
When the eldest Delmar saw his childe awaken, he knew what was to come. The Hunger after the Embrace was not something to be taken lightly. Luckily, he had given his son enough precious vitae to keep him satiated for the time being. Assuming he was still hungry, he had a few chalices of blood around the manor just in the case something like this ever occurred. The youngest Delmar looked up at his father, tearing his eyes away from his now cold and pallid hands. His mind wanted to cry, yet the tears would not come. “It has happened…Hasn’t it?” he implored.
“Yes it has, my son…and this is only just the beginning.”
That night, Delmar the Youngest sat alone on the tallest part of the newly acclaimed Delmar manor. He had sat there since nightfall, and had watched the night and stars until the sky began to turn grey on the horizon. As he witnessed this, he knew it was time for his departure. He stood up, and, brushing off his cloak declared, “I will do what my father asks me to…he is my father, after all. But then…then I will seek my revenge. I will see to that myself.”