The Don’s View from “Melting Ice”
Notes by Logan
Location: Armandasanti Family Grave Site
Time: 11 pm
Date: Sometime in the Future
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“You ever been to a party that went to shit in the first five seconds of you bein’ there? Yeah, about as much fun as it sounds. The fight broke out fast and not everyone was going to be as prepared as we were. Some of the more foppish sorts took to fear and cowardice, leaving via their own magic tricks or the way of their feet. Honestly, the sight was disgusting beyond belief to me personally. If you aren’t down for the leader when the chips were in then what fuckin’ use were you? Speaking of down for the cause, I took a moment to note something I thought was interesting. As the fuckin’ blood hit my veins and the feeling of battle and strife filled the air, I turned my attention to George’s right side: Prentiss. We had some common ground and a good history. She didn’t deserve to die here fighting for an organization that didn’t appreciate her talents.”
His mind did a take back through the years of effort and work beside the woman. Their relationship, Vito and Prentiss, was that of understanding. Vito never had any reason to disrespect her and her results were unquestionable in almost every regard. The only issue he found he had was, ironically, the same issue he had with himself: The raising of Jinx. However, he supposed that now, given the events, he couldn’t hold that against her either. It was a curse, he supposed, to be branded upon his soul. Distancing himself from that moment, he allowed his spoken word to flow once more.
“I did what any good leader does. I asked for help. I didn’t put pressure, I didn’t use magic tricks. I simply asked if she would join a team that would appreciate the talents she had to offer. Nothin’ more. Nothin’ less. An wouldn’t you know it? It seemed like kindness and respect could get one further than anything else. Even my Family’s magic didn’t seem to compare to genuine results when the heart was truly motivated in the same direction as my own goals. Prentiss gave me a nod and helped secure George with a boot. She seemed all the more enthusiastic about it. Even more so than myself or my Family. It was honestly kind of refreshing to see some kind of energy that wasn’t tied to some kind of suit or arrogant attitude in a fancy outfit.”
Perhaps, he thought about it, he was being too harsh to his own clan. They were, after all, mobilized in the attack and made short work of the impending Prince and his lack of care towards, well...anything really. Something that he found he was quite angry with was his own Clan’s weakness in how they opted to exclude people from some information that could help them when they needed it the most. He supposed he was a hypocrite in that regard. He should have told the others of what was going to happen. The irony was not lost on him at all. Perhaps he should think about searching for answers on his own from now on.
“Let’s say that George wasn’t all that happy about what was going on. Feeling betrayed, he lashed out and attacked Prentiss. There was a break and a wicked sound. I couldn’t sit back and watch it happen but I had a small problem. Some of the other family members from George’s family thought they could stop me. I showed them what fear really looks like and, predictably, they ran. Cowards. I felt the world around me slow down as I used a relatively newer magic to get to Prentiss and get away from the main attraction so she could have a moment to recover. Everything moved slow from there in my eyes but happened so fast in reality. It was over before George could even scream. His face was stuck in a place of fear. If only that were the end of it all.”
The sounds of battle took over his ears and he quickly noted that it was War that had come knocking on their door. The Toreador scattered to the wind and tried to flee without getting mixed up in the battle. Sadly, it would seem, the Sabbat had other plans for those trying to escape. Jordan moved fast and rallied the other Ventrue in to a battle shape so they could escape with their prize. Henry was quick on informing Vito about the phone call he received now that he was in normal time. He caught what he needed from that. The Pandas. He had to make there.
“I asked Prentiss if she would trust me to save her life. I knew it was in danger from something Jinx had told me prior. I had to make sure no bug people would crush her this night, you know? She said she was with me and hopped on my back. I used my magic trick and snatched him too as I ran my way to the Panda enclosure. Part of me thought about how angry I was going to be when I found Jinx and Rose. I had other things to worry about but it was it was certainly on my mind. Luckily it didn’t take me long at all to get there. The situation was...dire.”
Gangrel surrounded Rose, who could only be identified by the jacket at the feet of another wolf and the rather physically large size. There was also one standing at the top of the enclosure doing some weird hand symbol type thing. It reacted strongly with one of the Pandas. Vito knew that he had to take care of it. Prentiss said she was going to help Rose after confirming who was who on the battlefield. Henry did...something. Vito remembered looking like something similar to a ghost. It made his sneaking up to the top of the enclosure all the easier. Even if he didn’t think he could do it, he found physical challenges to be slightly easier than he remembered. Of course, that might have something to do with the blood he was pouring in to his muscles.
“I tired to do a thing...with a sharp piece of metal when I made it to the top of the structure. It didn’t go so well but it didn’t need to I suppose. Fuckin’ guy wasn’t cut out for the surprise attack I guess. He did pop me in the face which was annoying as hell but I gave him a good fuckin’ beat with my sword for it. He rocked and fell over, landing on the ground. Of course I wasn’t going to let him get away so I chased after him, right? This fuckin’ guy had to stones to say something about his Father. Least I could do was help him along the way.”
And so, Vito fed. Draining the life and soul from the creature to replenish his own. He could taste the memories locked within the blood. It was an odd sensation for certain and not one he was sure he was ready to give up just yet.
Where would this end up? He knew not. What did know was this: He needed answers and he was willing to fight to get them.