geless still I am...
We've been driving most of the night and should probably find a motel to stay in before the sun comes up. The smell of vinyl seats, sweat, and hot summer air mix with clay and car exhaust. Welcome to Raleigh, I guess. But unlike normal, we're not just passing through this time. Seems that the Camarilla needs a few able-bodied and minded kindred because, well, it's not a Camarilla city yet. We're taking it back and from the looks of my comrades and myself, I guess we're the brute squad. The dim lights of the city are starting to light our way a little bit as we drive up 401. Morbid Angel in the CD player, Gateways to Annihilation, track 3. I feel like I'm in a damn movie sometimes.
Breathless, I stand free…
It's been a week since we've gotten here and already I'm bloodied. We've been running Lupines down like rabid dogs and if I could, I would be out of breath. I survey the area at the carnage we caused. Two bodies lay in the dirt. What's disturbing is that when you bring one down they change forms…like this one across from me is a now a mangled and broken wolf. And the one in front of me is a woman…cut and slashed, shot several times, and her skull crushed. I keep telling myself that it was an 8-foot tall beast, slavering and trying to kill me two minutes ago. There is evidence of it all around me after all. If you don't have a cut or bruise on you either you were extremely lucky or you were extremely scared and didn't get involved. As well you should. We've lost a handful of soldiers, falling like leaves in October. Often times they are unrecognizable after the beasts are finished with them. The pride we've got left here seems to be decent folk though. Not many other people I could think of that I would want at my side through all this brutality. There is blood everywhere, man what a fucking mess. And I can feel it in the back of my mind, pushing me to go at the corpse and harvest what little vitae there is left in her, in this poor girl who looks like she's could be around seventeen. She just stares at us with lifeless, dead eyes. Makes me wonder sometimes which one of us is really the beast.
Fear us, for this is the way that it must be…
Two weeks since we've rolled into town. Some of the clans have been here for several months already but it looks like we've managed to take the city. I wonder how long this "Go Team Go" mentality will last before it's dissolved in a hurricane of bickering and backstabbing. I can understand why humans hunt us sometimes. We are the unnatural evolution of man. Everything that man tries to hide, his lust, his greed, his anger…that's what we are and we do it better. We are both man's beast, and his idol. Its like staring into a mirror I supposed. Regardless it's back in the van for me and boys. It's only 11:30… and I'm hungry.
