Diana: Fifth Generation Gangrel 3

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Diana : Fifth Generation Gangrel by Book 3

prey seeking the softer tissue of the neck to focus its attack. This creature was more veracious than others i had watched. Upon killing it would disseminate the corpse and then devour it. I felt with every lunge the creature made as though i were being shown something I did not understan. I did, however, know that this was the manner in which I would kill my sworn enemy when the day arrived.

Chapter Seven

As time passed my hatred overwhelmed me. My spirit and my soul consumed by only one desire. I lost track of the one thing that had fed my anger and was at this point consumed by an unknown force driving me on without focus or direction. My magical powers had grown but i felt their limits. I knew there was more. This could not be all.

To my now disbelief, I was discovered wandering in what might only be described as an endless quest for knowledge. Knowledge of a type unkown to me, of a type I could not ever imagineexisted except in the bowels of my spirit where I knew it must. Kryste became my savior. She found me and welcomed me, schooled me in the ways of the dark forces never letting me see her feed, but nurturing me all the while. She knew the dark secrets that i had long imagined existed somewhere in the universe. She too knew the ways of the animals but more she knew their secret language and could speak to them and control them. She knew also of the rifts between light and dark where one could live and move unseen by the eyes of most. She taught me new tricks, new skills from within the darkness. She showed me many new reagents before conjuring verses I had not yet before heard. She taught me the dark art of necromancy and the absolute power that could be unleashed.

Chapter Eight

Kryste took me to places outside the view of most. Places i had never seen where the lies of the Lords began to unravel. Places like the sewers of Britain and the crypts of Yew. Places where it became obvious to me that the virtues taught to me by my mother had been as the words of a false profit, breathing life into ones mind and forever blinding them to reality. My new teacher had opened my eyes too much, and yet she told me I was not yet ready. I did not understand until the day came that she called me before her. She asked me if I felt strong today. I did not understand so I just said yes. At this she smiled and two of her top teeth grew into sharp fangs. She took my head and turned it sideways. Before i realized what was going on she had bitten into my neck and began to drink of my blood. She drank until my heart began to slow. When it did she stopped drinking and took out her dagger. She slit her wrist. With this she put the wound to my lips and instructed me to drink of her blood. I did as she wished and upon doing so I found that the taste was one I liked. More than this I felt a new sensation, a power began to curse through my body like none i had ever known. I felt at once part of the whole. There were more like her, many more that I had never met but now