The Origin of Kryste Part Two

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The Origin of Kryste Part Two by Kryste

To say the least, I was very impressed by it and almost immediately felt at home there. I commented about it, and he told me that if I ever needed a place to stay, I would be welcome there. Words could not describe how pleased I was . We also made small talk while we were waiting for his friend Lucus to arrive, and he eventually told me about the Order. I felt like... well.... like I belonged there, but I still hadn't made up my mind about joining their fold or not. After all, Kyle was human and he took care of me for a major part of my life up to that point. So I told him that I would think about it. Before long, Lucus showed up, followed by a white wyrm. I was amazed that not only were their others like me that could understand the languages of the other creatures, but that there were some that even developed it to the point where they could understand the most difficult of them, that of such creatures as the wyrms, dragons and nightmares. (To this day, I still cannot communicate with those creatures unless someone introduces me to them first. *laughs*) Before I could comment on the creature, he asked me to show him the rune that Kyle had given me. I did, and he concentrated on it and opened a glowing blue gate. I thanked them for their kindness and my bears and I stepped into the gate promising them that I will return.

I walked through the gate to suddenly being swarmed by blood elementals. I barely recalled out with my life, and I'm pretty sure that all the bears perished in the attack. Kyle, the only human I have ever trusted, had betrayed me by giving me a rune that would lead me to almost certain death. And why he did this I still don't know. But that's when I made my decision; I hated humans. All of them. Kyle, the beggars on the street, even my own birth mother, who I hardly even had the faintest memory of. I decided to take my revenge. I was not foolish enough to take on Kyle by myself, but it was time for my mother to pay for what she did to me so soon after I was born.

I convinced 10 of my wolf friends to use their incredible sense of smell to track her down by getting a whiff of the blankets she had left on me when she abandoned me in the woods. The wolves all sprung on her at once when we found her. She was knocked onto the floor with the wolves all pinning her down, and I sliced away at her body with my katana blade, taking pleasure in inflicting unbearable pain with every blow, and not even having the mercy of killing her to make her suffering end quickly. When she passed out from the pain, I slapped her hard across the face so she will be concious for every last moment of absolute torture. I took out a smaller skinning knife and made a large incision down the middle of her chest wide enough to reveal her still beating heart. "I'm surpised ye actually have a heart," I replied sinisterly "but thou wilt not have one for much longer!" and I reached in and grabbed it, stopping for a moment to savor feeling it beat faster and faster in in my hands. Then, I ripped it out while she was still screaming, and took a huge bite out of it while the sound of terror still echoed throughout the room. I savored the taste, and devoured the entire thing. I still wanted more. I cupped my hands into the remaining wound and lapped up the blood, not caring about bloodstains getting all over my clothes, face, and hands. And I still wanted more. I would have drained her dry, but I heard people coming that would be soon after my hide....... so I recalled back to golgatha to join my new found friends in serving the Skull.

For the next 5 years or so, I worked very hard on different things to prove myself worthy of immortality.. First as a Warrior, then as a mage, until one evening Victen summoned me to Jhelom on "important business". I was so nervous that I concentrated on the wrong rune and ended up at the gate of the legendary city of Wind. I was not knowlegeable enough in magery to be granted access to the city, but listening to the sounds of the liches through the cave walls, I knew Iwas going to come back there someday, But today was not the day. So I talked to a friendly crow, telling him to deliver a note telling Victen where I was and that he would have to come and bring me a rune to Jhelom because I did not have one in my backpack. When he finally arrived, it was time for him to bring out the wrong rune, and we ended up in Moonglow. Needless to say, it took every bit of my effort not to die of uncontrollable laughter by the time we finally got to Jhelom.

He brought me to his haven, and so I asked him what I could do for him now that we were there. He hardly said a word except for telling me to remove my gorget. So I obeyed, and he sank his fangs deep into my jugular vein, draining me of almost all my vitae. I dropped to the ground almost dead. He bit into his own wrist, and brought it to my lips, letting his vitae drip onto them until I slowly came around and started to drink it on my own, first slowly, ssince his blood was so different than my mother's, and much more addicting. But then I got greedier, and drank until he had to eventually throw me off of him. I was knocked unconcious again, and had a great deal of difficulty opening my eyes when I came to. But when I did, I saw him smiling into them saying, "Now my childe, ye are Gangrel", and he gave me a dimond ring cut into the shape of a wolfs head, the symbol of our clan. I saw something of my reflection in his well polished halberd, and I noticed that there was something definately different about my eyes. So I got up to get a better look at myself, and I saw that my eyes had changed drastically; My right eye now looked like the solid purple eye of the wyrm I saw accompanying Lucus, and my left eye looked like that of a dire wolf. And I also saw that I had grown a pair of fangs that were longer than my grizzly bear mother's. Any other human would have been terrified at the change, but not I. I actually felt more confortable now because I looked more like my grizzly bear parents and my other friends in the Britain Woods. My adventures don't end here, but this is where the story ends of how I became a Gangrel.

*On the back of the book you see a sketch of a wolf's head done in blood, surrounded by 4 grizzly bear teeth on each corner.*