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The Fallen One
October 28, 2002

Perhaps I'm breezing through all of this too quickly, but time has a different meaning to my kind. Days sometimes pass like minutes, years pass like weeks, decades pass like months...

Nearly a decade after The Club burned down, destroying Ben in the process, I was well-established as New Port's Toreador Primogen. I was very reluctant at first when I was approached about the position. Still badly burned and mourning the lass of my friend, I was visited by other members of my Clan who said I needed to 'step up'.

After much arguing, I took the spot. In hindsight, I think no one objected much because the rest were afraid due to Ben's demise. For me I didn't feel I could fill his shoes adequately enough, and so soon after his death. There were whispered wagers about how soon I'd fall, for I was truly a bit too young for the responsibility. But I surprised even myself by rising to the occasion.

So, through those ten years or so, I grew and matured into the Primogen I was expected to be -- and not. I don't think my peers expected me to bloom so quickly and fully. I even began to perform publicly again, letting the Goth Diva make a quiet come-back. I had made friends of very prominent and influential people during that time, which no doubt helped me a great deal.

Somehow I managed to find a way into their lives, hearts and closest circles of friends/allies.

My reputation became one of eccentricity, even moreso than usual for a Toreador. I just to love watching the younger Toreador boggle as I would single out the Nosferatu Primogen for a dance (or vice versa). I also had no qualms about having a friendship with the Tremere Regent when no one else trusted him. I would be warned by those inside and outside of my Clan about being too casual around him...but I didn't care.

I made friends and allies in those years, but also an enemy. When speaking of her, she was referred to as "The Fallen One". A Toreador who was once in our Great Hall, she betrayed us all to join the Anarch ranks. No one really knew why she defencted, but we all felt the sting of the blow. She and I never saw eye-to-eye, even during the truce between our two sides. But I couldn't help feeling she had indirectly been the cause of Ben's destruction.

I don't see or hear anything of her now, so she is no longer a concern of mine. I am no longer angry. A person (even a vampire) can only be bitter for so long.

Posted by Criseyde at October 28, 2002 03:19 AM