Kansas City Shuffle

[Ariadne]

August 11, 2012 (late pm)

My childe is dead.

The meeting was... honestly, I can't even describe it in one word.

I feel abandoned by my own line. I feel hurt and betrayed in every way possible, and all of it was done by the woman who calls herself my sire and the man who is supposed to be the head of my line.

Pratt insisted throughout the meeting that he was the wronged party and that Digo owed him for the deaths of his kind. His kind? The blood thieves are humans, not vampires. Pratt has decided to throw his lot in with his former people instead of trying to come to terms with what he is now.

***.

After hours of arguing about the what and why of the situation a 'solution' was reached. Pratt demanded Digo's life if he was to stop the attacks. In return, Pratt is to show a 'good faith effort' in getting to know and become an actual part of the Grigori line.

Digo has to die and all Pratt has to do is try something.

Does that seem fair to aaaanyone else?

No?

Good, because it isn't.

This whole thing was orchestrated, signed, sealed, and delivered by Mircea. He was in charge of the meeting and had to give final approval over the terms. Habren was the only one who asked what I thought of it. Of course, by that time Pratt had left and the matter was considered settled by the leadership.

The real kick in the balls here is what Mircea expects to come out of this deal. He expects that everyone will come out of this as loyal Grigori members. He expects Digo to come back from the shadows and be fine. He expects Pratt to become a loyal member of the line. He expects me to be ok with my childe dying in exchange for empty promises from a traitor to the line and to our race.

He expects everyone to be ok with what just happened.

Unfortunately for him, I made my displeasure at the way my childe was treated widely known.

It's been made clear that Mircea feels I and mine are no more loyal or valued than a traitor is. If this is the case, who should we continue to by loyal to a line that values our loyalty and lives so little?

Digo shot himself in front of everyone. He's a man of action who fulfilled his end of the 'bargain' swiftly.

His body is laying lifeless on a table in my apartment.

I don't know what to do from here on out.

I am alone.

[Ariadne]

August 12, 2012

A lot has happened since last night.

I spoke with Habren and she agreed that the outcome of last nights 'negotiations' upon was pretty shitty, and that my childe was unfairly treated. I have her word that Pratt will be carefully studied and we've agreed that he will only be allowed one or two weeks to fulfill his end of the bargain. If he has not done so by the time my childe returns, he will die.

I was also informed today that I've been accepted as a full member of Tytonidae. I want to do more in this city and I feel like being a member of Ty will allow me to do that. Not to mention it will open doors that being a Grigori never would.

So, here's to new beginnings?

[Ariadne]

October 1, 2012

I couldn't ask them not to kill him again.

Three times I've done it. Three times I've gone to Velveteen and asked her to keep Ty from killing Pratt because of the deal that was made between himself and Mircea. Three times I've put off my own satisfaction of seeing him dead simply so Mircea can do what he promised to.

Mircea failed.

Ty killed Pratt tonight for his wraith's attacks on Ty members. Digo, who isn't a Ty member, was asked to participate and did so. Because of this Mircea and Habren consider the agreement Pratt made to be void. Meaning that Pratt will not be killed by Grigori as Mircea promised.

Once again Mircea's preference for Pi and her line is clear. No thought was given to my actions, or to the actions of my childe. The fact that Pratt continually antagonized Ty before leaving Grigori means nothing to them. The fact that he threw away even the facade of giving a **** after Digo died is utterly laughable because Mircea and Habren put up with it.

I suppose they see what they did as strength. Saving one of their members after another one sacrificed himself.

I see it as weakness. Refusal to cast out the devious who undercut the cohesion of the line as a whole is not a wise choice.

Habren is not my sire.

Mircea is not the head of my line.

I am not Grigori.

[Ariadne]

November 14, 2012

I wondered some time ago what happened to the soul who inhabited this body before I stole it.

I don't know her name. I don't know what she liked or disliked. Her taste in clothes, music, men.. or women. I don't know her and I stole her away.

I didn't know her...

I've been hearing whispers lately.

I know that insanity isn't a trait for those on my path, but I do have to wonder what happens to those Mystics who come back and find new bodies. I recently began to learn some Telepath powers and I worry that it's opened up doors in my mind that perhaps should have stayed closed.

I see faces I don't know. I hear words from memories that are not mine. I want to stay up during the day and I'm constantly drawn to a house I have never been in.

My head hurts. Sounds hurt.

I want to control all of this but I'm not sure how.

She's in my head and I don't know who she is.

I don't know what we are.

[Ariadne]

December 3, 2012

I found myself outside today when the sun rose. Outside some apartment building that I'd never seen before, standing in the cold and snow as my flesh sizzled under the first rays of dawn.

It was entirely uncomfortable.

I don't know how I got here, or why. She seems happy with the events though. I think she may have lived here, or at least knew someone who did. Maybe a family member? A good friend? It's getting close to the holidays. I suppose perhaps she misses her relations.

I wonder if she had children?

Regardless, I am less than pleased with this turn of events. Seeking into my thoughts is fine since I stole her body, but taking me outside when I'm supposed to be tucked away safely is unacceptable.

It's not safe for me to be here if she knows this place.

I need to find a better way to sleep.

[Ariadne]

January 15, 2013


I've have some success with extra locks on the doors since she snuck me out the last time. Tonight though...

I woke up just before dawn in Thornside Park. My eyes were sore in a way that can only be achieved from crying, or in my case, attempting to cry. Based on the light dew on and around me, I'd been there for a while. In my pocket was a phone with a series of pictures on it. Some blonde male, looks like he's in his mid 20's. There's a fondness in her when I look at him.

She likes him. May have loved him.

To me, he is a complication that must be eliminated.

[Ariadne]

January 16, 2013


She didn't wake up at all tonight, which I shall count as a small blessing. If she had, I shudder to think what would have happened.

I went back to the place she'd taken me last month. I waited outside for a few hours before I saw the blonde man from her phone. His face lit up when he saw me and he ran right over, jabbering on about how I was supposed to text when I could meet him next and how much he had missed me and why did he have to keep the fact that I was alive a secret. I tried to play along and give vague but reassuring answers. I was afraid that if I went looking for the right things to tell him I would wake Her up.

We walked around town for about an hour and he held my gloved hand. He was so focused on me that he didn't notice the docks. I doubt he even noticed them when I shoved a knife in between his ribs and watched the life fade from his eyes. If he had I think he might have been a little suspicious. His bad.

I think She will be mad at me the next time she goes to text him. Too bad I kept his phone.

[Ariadne]

February 2, 2013

I've been gone for 3 days.

I can feel her under my skin. The heat of it in inexplicable, like someone is pumping boiling saline into my veins.

She's been inching her way into my system with a surprising aggression since I murdered her blonde playmate. I could feel her screaming as I fell asleep at sunrise. I couldn't hide it from her, thought I do think the loss took the wind out of her sails for a little while. The peace was short lived, but well worth it.

She got me back though. One morning I had tucked myself in and the next thing I knew it was February. I don't know where she took me or what she was doing, but it is a cause for concern. I heard from a few that I'd been acting oddly around the Eyrie... something about climbing the tree and acting like I was a real owl. I'm not sure if she has a sense of humor or if she was trying to get me in trouble.

Regardless of her motivations, she feels malicious to me. I don't think I can stop her from stealing me away and it worries me to think of what will happen when she next does.

[Ariadne]

March, 2013


She's seeing a therapist.

I confess that I'm quite confused as to how she's managing it, considering that I'm in control of us most of the time. Her pills were stashed under the bed. There were 7 bottles, including one from a different doctor for nausea. The other 6 bottles were all antipsychotics, antianxiety, and sedatives. From the dates on the bottles she's been seeing him for about 5 weeks. I expect he finds her fascinating, if not a bit dangerous. I'm amazed that she hasn't landed us in a padded room by now.

The medications have been discarded. Not like she could have kept them down anyway.

[Ariadne]

April, 2013

I finally went to her place tonight. I've been avoiding it for many reasons, the most prominent of which being that I haven't wanted to think of her as a living being before I slammed my conscienceness into her meat husk. I'm sure I could phrase that in a more poetic fashion, but I find myself not caring about how crude things I say sound. I believe that to be her influence.

Her apartment is nice, though not my style. It's too cluttered with old furniture and knick knacks. There was dust everywhere and I'm pretty sure that at least half of it was here before I took over the body. There are clothes all over too. I think that boxing the stuff up and sending it off to charity would be an excellent next move.

She was a musician. While her speciality and mine differed, we were both artists of a sort. That may be why I was drawn to her when I left the Shadow Realm. Her CD collection was quite extensive and most of it I'm not familier with. I think I'll have to keep the music. I have no use for her guitars or the flute she has, though if I can figure out how to transport and piano over to my new house I would be very pleased.

Maybe the act of clearing out her apartment will help her come to tears with events. Sort of like closing a chapter.

It could be cathartic for us both.