March 21, 2007
Vegas.- Sitting at Dante’s watching him I can once again feel the howls of the Beast as it cries for satisfaction. Just a few more minutes, T, and the cavalry will arrive. They are coming in now, even Dusty, God bless her. Our family and hers may have had our differences in the past but she is truer family now than many who carry our blood. I can feel myself fairly humming in anticipation, the air of expectancy prompting Dusty to remind me to keep my cool as she refuses to be the one to tell Lavi I did not make it back. Ironic coming from one of Gangrel blood, but she always did look out for me.
It’s time to go. He is leaving with his nightly victim. If she knew what lay ahead, she would pray for death as it would be far more preferable to the things she is about to see. The girls have gone ahead to get inside and Baptiste and I follow Jago, the devil that will fall in the face of his ego and my determination this night.
Once at the estate, Dusty sniffed them out to the basement. Her warning that she smelled blood could not even begin to describe the horror we found upon reaching the cellar. There we found my beloved T staked to a cross, Jago close at hand with a dagger to her throat. She was cut and bitten all over, her life draining from her as the vitae dripped to the floor drop by precious drop. As we watched, the dagger was buried in her throat, his vicious taunts ringing in my ears. I could not look at you then T, as much as it saddens me to admit it, for to see you at that moment – to see the evidence of his attentions – was to lose all semblance of sanity.
The next few minutes are still a blur as we lunged for him. In the end, he lay staked beneath me, his throat in my hands as I had so often seen it in my dreams. I felt the world slipping away with my control and only the firm words of Dusty and Baptiste pulled me back. He was right, of course. Such vile blood should be spilt and never allowed to taint those of us who still walk, and we kept T from the Amaranth she so craved for that same reason.
I sent them all out so that I could start the blaze that would finish him, a death he would see approaching but be powerless to stop. I did not tell the rest what else took place in those few minutes I was alone with Jago, but I will say here that he felt some of the same agonies that he inflicted on T. I left his eyes, though…I wanted him to see my face in his last dying moments, and to know that in the end, I was the victor and that the one thing he wanted most would never be his, denied by my hand.
And so here we are, in Rebecca’s room at the Safe. It still seems unreal that T is back and safe, despite her current state. It will take some time to recover from the weeks of torture and I will be at her side every moment. She is sleeping now, so frail and broken, in the bed beside me as I write. Her body is beginning to heal, how long before her soul does the same? He will no longer torment you, Rromni, never again touch you…except perhaps in those dark dreams that are sure to come in the wake of such terror. My lovely T, why did it take me so long to sense things had gone so horribly wrong? I can only trust that deep inside, you know I did the best I could and in the end, redeemed myself.
Baptiste, Dusty, Rhapsody, and Lavi….they will never know the true depths of my gratitude for their services tonight. I will see this scene in my mind for an eternity and even as I write it is still so fresh in my mind that once again I feel the rage churning within. Even as the words flow from my pen, it is not the page I see but the events of this wretched night and I am back there, this room fading, the nightmare rising…
