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VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE RPG
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Cold. That's the first thing you feel. A profound, internal cold that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. Your eyes snap open. You are lying on a sterile, stainless-steel table. The air smells of antiseptic and something coppery, something metallic and sweet. You are in a morgue.
You sit up, your body moving with a silent, unnatural grace. There's no breath in your lungs, no beat in your chest. Panic should be screaming through you, but it's a distant echo. The loudest sensation is a new one, a deep, hollow ache in your gut. A gnawing, desperate... thirst.
A figure detaches from the shadows in the corner of the room. It's your Sire. You remember them now. Their eyes, their scent, the promise... or the threat. And then, the pain of the Embrace.
They gesture to the table next to you. On it sits a sterile, hospital blood bag, the dark liquid within looking thick and unappetizing.
Your throat feels like sandpaper. The ache in your stomach becomes a sharp, stabbing pain. The thumping heartbeat from the hallway sounds like a drum, calling to a primal, predatory part of you that you never knew existed.
The Hunger is screaming. The choice is yours. What do you do, Fledgling?
You sit up, your body moving with a silent, unnatural grace. There's no breath in your lungs, no beat in your chest. Panic should be screaming through you, but it's a distant echo. The loudest sensation is a new one, a deep, hollow ache in your gut. A gnawing, desperate... thirst.
A figure detaches from the shadows in the corner of the room. It's your Sire. You remember them now. Their eyes, their scent, the promise... or the threat. And then, the pain of the Embrace.
Awake at last, Fledgling,your Sire's voice is smooth, devoid of the pity you might have hoped for.
Welcome to the first night of your real life. You are one of the Kindred now. A vampire.
They gesture to the table next to you. On it sits a sterile, hospital blood bag, the dark liquid within looking thick and unappetizing.
That is your first meal. A courtesy. To quell the initial shock.Your Sire then nods towards the door, where you can hear the faint, rhythmic thumping of a human heart and the soft whistling of a night security guard on his rounds.
Or... you could learn what a real meal tastes like. The Hunt. The ecstasy of the Kiss.
Your throat feels like sandpaper. The ache in your stomach becomes a sharp, stabbing pain. The thumping heartbeat from the hallway sounds like a drum, calling to a primal, predatory part of you that you never knew existed.
The Hunger is screaming. The choice is yours. What do you do, Fledgling?