2nd V:TES Tournament of the Spanish Grand Slam Circuit

Storyline Lucita d’Aragón (Sabbat Flavour)

PROLOGUE

Lucita watched her city from the tower of La Seo. She liked to be there. Seven centuries ago, the members of her mortal family were crowned Kings in this Cathedral. At this time, nobody was around the buildin.

She felt she was at home now. Some months ago, she has reclaimed her Domain on Zaragoza, proclaiming herself as Archbishop of Aragón. In this way, she showed to the Vampire community that her government was not limited to the city has her long shadow covered the whole region, Aragón, the Old Kingdom his father conquered more than 700 years ago.

She had found a sense for her unlife embracing the Sabbat Philosophy and the Blood ties of the Valdurie, now she was not alone anymore. This was the time to demonstrate her loyalty to the Sect; the celebrations of the Festivo dello Estinto would take place in her city and all the Sabbat members of the Iberian Peninsula had been invited to come. A lot of them had confirmed their assistance, but only one confirmation had disturbed the just adquired inner peace of Lucita.

It arrived by post:

A small piece of paper with a sign she knews perfectly: a Dragon eating his own sting.

A cryptic message: “I will be there.”

A name and a Tittle: Sascha Vykos, Cardinal.

EPILOGUE

(Four Nights Later).

Lucita woke up with a terrible headache, even her heart didn’t beat since she was embraced, she felt the blood pushing and beating in the veins of her brain. She tried to control her vascular system to redirect the blood to another parts of her body, reducing the blood pressure in her head. Once the pressure went down, she tried to reorganize her mind, what had happened during the Festivo dello Estinto? There were some lacks in her memmory, specially about what happened on the third and fourth night of the celebrations.

During the first night, everything happened according to her plans. The vampires all over Spain presented their respect, confirmed their support and recognized her Domain as Archbishop. The Cardinal Sascha Vykos arrived to the Airport with a reduced part of her court, Lucita welcomed her personally in the new Terminal. Sascha expressed her satisfaction as Lucita had finally joined the Sword of Caine; blaming it hadn’t taken place before. Both vampires played the scene according to their expected roles; the enemies for centuries treated now to each other with extreme courtessy and kindness, there were part of the same army now… or not?

Rites started, seventy five kindred shared thier own blood in an amazing valdurie. After that, different Blood Rites and Force demonstration took place. Blood was spilled easily and as results of the “games”, two Malkavian Antitribu find the final death in the hands of a complete flock of Panders blind of blood.

The Second night, just after the Blood Rites were celebrated, the madness extended all over the Sabbat Assistants, a blood frenzy possessed the Kindred. Lucita remembered how Sascha Vykos allowed to some clanless neonates (panders), to drink blood from herself; the representatives of the Regent Galbraith, a pair of Toreador Antitribu joined the orgy of blood with the Malkavian who had celebrated the rites. Lucita herself shared her blood with the member of the Black Hand, the Assamite Antitribu Nizzam al-Latif...

Third and Fourth night were even worst, vampires looked for each other to fight or to share the blood in an unnatural frenzy. Lucita had his fangs and fingernails with still some tracks of this blood, but she couldn’t remember what she has exactly done, and, she was really worried about that. Then, the phone rangs.

- Yes, who is there? – Asked Lucita.

- Madame, I’m sorry to disturb you. Cardinal Vykos is on line, she is calling from a safe terminal in Romania, she wants to talk with you, should I pass her through?

- No problem, Saul, I will talk with her – Replied Lucita.

Lucita holded on while she sat down on the Sofa of her Suite.

- Darling? - The Cardinal’s voice, modulated with the fleshcraft of Vicissitude was even more antinatural through the phone line.

- Tell me, Sascha, what can I do for you? – Asked Lucita with a neutral tone.

- Darling, I simply wanted to transmitt you my congratualations for the wonderful celebration; it’s been a deliciouss Festivo. I have really enjoied the event, but I’m a little bit confussed about what happened on the third and fourht nights...

- I’m glad you have enjoied it, Thanks a lot. I confess you that you are not the only confussed about that

- Humm. I’m sure you are already informed that sixteen kindred found the final death during the Festivo, there is no problem about that, it’s the natural purge of weak neonates, but my agents have informed me than further than some panders, the Assamite Nizzam al-Latif and the two representatives of the Regent galbraith have disappeared.

- My own calculations of the killed kindred where pointing in the same direction, but I haven’t had the time to meet my agents to confirm the exact number and names of the casualties. I am not informed about the missing of the Black Hand member neither the two Toreador Antitribu – replied Lucita showing disappointing.

- Don’t worry darling, this is a healthy tradition of the Sword of Caine, you are not responsible of that. The only thing that disturbs me is the strange flavour that still is in my mounth; I’m proud to say that I can recognize tha taste of the vitae of every blood line; there is a flavour that is still in my tongue that is much more intense than the others…

- I think I know what you mean, Sascha, as I’m feeling the same - Told Lucita.

Lucita understood perfectly what Sascha wanted to explain her. The taste of blood they both had in the mouth bring her back to the deepest rooms of her long term memory. This blood taste was quite similar to that of the blood she drank sometimes from her ally and friend, Anatole, the Malkavian prophet... The vampire who organized the Blood rites of the second day was a Malkavian Antitribu coming from Madrid, she rememberd her face perfectly but not his name...

- I kindly request you to investigate this matter, Lucita. I will support you in whatever you need to bring light to this mistery, I have never liked the Malkavians, they are so... impredictible…

- Thanks Sascha, I take charge, I thank your support. I was planning to visit Madrid, I will accelerate the preparation for this trip. You can be sure I will investigate who is that Malkavian who celebrated the Blood rites of the second day... y will find the answers to our questions...

- Wonderful. I knew I could be confident on you, Lucita. You can alway reach me in this phone line, I remain at your disposal. Please, keep me punctally informed, Darling. Kisses…

- Keep in touch, Sascha, Kisses – Asked Lucita with half a smile in her lips while she switched-off the phone.