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[servessithis]

Characters: Vicente and YOU!
Setting: Floor 2 and the medical ward.
Format: Prose, but will follow you.
Summary: Vicente makes his way to the medical ward so he can get his supply of blood.
Warnings: Blood. Philosophical debate about religion.


It had been at least four days since Vicente had last had any blood. Even as ancient as he was and could no longer pass for a mortal, he still could only go so long without feeding. The collar with its green light didn't make it easy to be his usual sneaky self, which didn't help matters.

It was a good thing that the medical ward had supplies of blood for the taking. The creatures here he could kill easily enough, but he wasn't sure that it was safe to feed off them. Unlike Morrowind vampires, he couldn't subside on non-sapient creatures' blood anyway.



In a dark corner of the room, Vicente sat in the shadows, hunched over. In his hands was a blood packet, which he greedily sank his teeth into and sucked, drinking in the essence.

Comments

[servessithis]

A world without Mother. It was almost unthinkable. Just as unthinkable as a world where he couldn't please Father with spilled blood.

"There is no Mother for a Listener to take orders from," Vicente said. "Without the Brotherhood, I am but a wandering vampire, looking to get by."

[silentdeath]

The Speaker just smiled, and held out his hand. "As long as we have Family, we are the Brotherhood. This place presents a unique opportunity, and it would behoove us to take every advantage. We can still serve Sithis yet."

[servessithis]

Vicente smiled and took Lucien's hand. "That we can, Brother. The Brotherhood, Father and Mother's will, lives on in us."