Describe Bianca Victorinus here.
Working in the morgue has never been one of Randolph's favorite jobs, I have always believed myself to be a life saver. Now I questions that belief. Late one evening after a long night of assisting Winston Mac Donald? in the clean up of yet another mess, a body so mutilated that dental records will be the only means of identification lays on the slab. Torn to pieces, drained of its life, then left in the park to rot. Was this one the work of J.T. lossing control of beast after another escapade of shape shifting, or was this Aiden once again displaying her utter disrespect for the mortals life. With any luck this will be the work of yet another unknown monster roaming the streets of Detroit, at least it won't be my problem to deal with.
After completion of the decontamination of the fresh corpse a women comes in bringing a patient that recently passed. I can smell her as she opens the door, I can almost taste her as she approaches. I look up to see a women who rivals Mia in beauty. I know already that she is the next to be added to my flock. As quickly as she enters she leaves, but the I can still imagine the taste.
The next few nights provide me with the time to learn more about her. She is newly out of Med School, she works for General Medicine and Geriatrics. Further investigation uncovers the recent death of her parents, and that she is a distant relative of the roman warrior Victorinus. She is everything that I could look for in a vesel.
Late on the third evening she walks home alone, I am but a mere shadow in the night following her. It is a rare night in detriot, a full moon and a clear sky to see it through. I can see the light of the moon reflect of her skin, she glows as if she was an angel. She stops to admire the night sky, I look up as well. In the sky I can she her face in the Stars, mesmerized by the sight I just stand and dream of her.
A sudden gunshot awakens me, I look over to see her on the ground and a man running away. I rush to her side, as I approach I can smell the blood. I see the crimson fluid rolling of her chest and pooling on the ground, all I can think is what a waste. The taste is beyond compare, never have I tasted some thing so pure. I know that all my other vessels will never taste as sweet, they will never suffice again.
My head is assualted by an endless stream of sonic booms, shocking me out of my sweet embrace. It is her hear beating at over 230 beats per minute trying to keep what little blood she has left flowing. Years of medical training, how many times have been subject to the blood baths of trauma rooms, and now on the one persone that I truely desire I lose control. In a moment of panic I tear open my flesh and allow my vitae to flow into her mouth. As it flows her heart slows, she enters a coma.
I take her to the hosue on Jefferson, she does not improve. Modern medicine could not save her now, I can save her. Once again tearing at my flesh I let the my vitae fill her again. As she feeds the door opens behind me and in walks Kent Atwater. How could I forget I had simple meeting with him to plan the next Ventrue gathering. I turn to look at him and I can see the glint in his eye, he knows he owns me now.
He must see the desperation that my eyes betray me with. Without a word spoken by me, he tells me that he will personally see to it that the Prince allows me the honor of a ghoul. He leaves again without requesting anything from me. In that moment of weakness I am sure I would have submitted to Blood Bond if he asked.
It has now been 2 months since that night. She is back to health and I have provided her with everything she could ever need. I have given her free reign of the house, a partnership in the consulting company, the BMW. And yet for all that I have given I can not ask anything of her. She knows that something dark has happened between this, the one thing that can't bring myself to share with her. Maybe she believes I am her shooter but she knows something dark exists in our bond, she succombs to the desire to drink of me.
I have not drank from her since that night. I have tried to draw strength from the vessels of old, but they no longer satisfy the thirst. It has put me on edge, I find myself closer to losing control. Kent Atwater has not made mention of that meeting, not even to confirm that my ghoul is allowed. Had he not came in that night maybe I could have found the strength to let her go, but now he knows and I can not afford to show any more weakness.
She is my Angel shrouded in a cloak of my own Shame and Weakness.
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