Part II
It was just before they were going to execute me that the dark artist made his reappearance. While it seemed odd, then, that he should let this one back into his house, I now know the love he felt for his errant childe... Despite his anger, he not only let Caleb back in but also allowed himself to be talked out of one ghoul...me.
And so I changed hands again.
Only, this time...I was not to be a herd member... I was to be given full initiation. I was to be Caleb's childe.
I had so much potential yet my sire taught me so little... What truely became of him, I have no idea. He disappeared one night, never to be seen again. Myself, I had two choices; one, return to his sire and, most likely, meet my death or, two, try it on my own. I chose the latter and that has made all the difference.
I spent the remainder of my existance within the comforting arms of the Camarilla, learning what I can of the other clans and perfecting my own skills. I have knowledge of most of their ways and use this to help the young fledglings who, like myself so long ago, are without aid.
A humanitarian? Hmmm...perhaps not, but it serves its purpose, this word. I am merely like the rest of you... a slave struggling against the bonds which hold her fast. The only difference between us is that I have the courage to look into my dark master's eyes...
I was afraid... So much had changed. There were brighter lights, horseless carriages and little boxes that trapped people inside... television, a child told me. I spent an entire evening with my face pressed up against the glass as I watched one through a window one night, marvelling at all of the new sights and sounds.
Have you?