My Story..so far..
My history starts back over 300 yrs ago, in the late 1700's. I was born in the country of Spain in the yr 1667, in a average family. My size was always great, some say I was born to work. I had two brothers and three sisters . At a young age I watched a couple of my siblings pass on to another place while I still lived and worked on the farm. At the age of 17, I went to town to celebrate my Birthday with a few pints of ale. While I was gone, a local land baron who wanted my family's land approached my father and offered one last time to buy our land. My father refused, and for that he was killed. After killing my father the baron had his men killed the rest of my family and burn the farm, house and all.
Upon a hill a good distance away from the farm on my way back home I noticed the smoke but thought nothing of it till I came upon the farm itself. I saw the charred bodies of the ones I loved my brothers, sisters and my parents. Noticing riders in the distance I took off towards them, following them to the baron's home and I waited.
Once nightfall was upon me I sneaked into the worker's quarters. Looking around I noticed some things of my family laying about, these were the men who killed my family. As I pondered on what to do a torch was lit, and I was caught, I had no choice now I would either fight or end up dead like the others. With my size I thought I would stand a chance so I attacked. A rather small framed man came at me with a knife from his boot as he drew near I dodged to the left, and placing my right hand upon the back of his head I turned and brought his head into the main support of the quarters, immediately cracking his skull with my strength alone. A sharp pain erupted in my right side,looking over my shoulder as I brought my right elbow back to connect with one of the killers jaw, I followed through in my spin to come around with a strong left hook to his nose, dropping him instantly. Looking down I noticed a cut that the man had given me.
As I felt the rage flowing throughout my body yet another man came into the quarters, noticing my actions by the bodies laying about he lowered his head and charged me. As he lunged to tackle me I simply caught him in a front headlock and twisted, breaking his neck in the process. When the anger settled I looked around and noticed that I had killed three men and knocked out four others.
About the time I was contemplating on what to do with the bodies the door opened and before me stood the Land Baron who had ordered the deaths of my family. With a bellow, I ran at him, my anger back in full swing. A surprised look on his face at seeing his men laying about, he looked back up to me as I charged. He moved back with a quickness, leaving a foot out for me to trip over. As I fell to the ground outside, I heard the door shut behind me. Getting up I turned and charged the door. With a loud explosion of splinters the door was no more than kindling. A door on the other side of the room stood ajar, I ran to it stopping short and peering cautiously out into the darkness I saw him running to a nearby barn. I took chase after him.
I got to the barn just as the door slammed in my face. With a yell I hit the door with both fists knocking the door off the hinges and knocking the Baron onto the ground some ten feet away. He began pleading for his life, offering some of his own land to me if I just let him live. In anger I lifted him high into the air, over my head and threw him across the barn where he hit the wall and slid towards the floor, but as he was about to hit the floor he suddenly stopped sliding. Cautiously
walking up to him, he just looked at me. This fueled my anger as I began to ask him why he did what he did and no answer came from him. I began hitting him over and over again in the head, with a gasp his mouth burst forth a stream of dark blood. I then noticed why he wasn't touching the floor, he had impaled himself upon hook used to help in gutting wild game. I had killed him before I was really ready to. Fearing that I would not be given a fair trial I joined up with a merchant fleet.
My time in the fleet only fueled my body allowing it to become stronger and well I had a low tolerance for authority, so I was often in many bar fights in the many taverns, and bars all over the world. I was 6'8" and weighed about 298 lbs in my 17th yr. I spent close to 12 years with the merchant fleet. I was a very intimidating man. It now was 1696, I was 29 years and wild.Our ship docked in a little port in the West Indies for supplies and well to give us some leave that was much deserved. Standing upon the deck of the ship I noticed a coach pull up on the docks and the door opened. What I saw took my breath away a woman of exquisite beauty was helped out of the coach by a large man and then they both walked into a shop nearby. As they did the woman looked over her shoulder and caught my eyes in hers, she smiled and I knew not even the angels of Heaven were this lovely. A few friends and I went to a local British tavern shortly after I saw the woman and there we began to drink. About that time a regimen of British Soldiers entered the tavern also and began to drink as well.
It was late in the evening when we decided to leave and head back towards the ship we were good and drunk and wanted sleep. One of my little friends was so drunk, he bumped into a soldier spilling the man's ale. The soldier being drunk shoved my friend knocking him into me. I began seeing red. Calmly setting my friend to the side, I looked up and grinned. This was going to be a night as usual..., this was going to be fun..
I walked up to the soldier and brought a right fist down upon the man's nose splitting it. Another soldier seeing his buddy did as I thought and jumped up in my face ready to fight as well. I brought my hands together and brought the hammers down upon his skull, shattering his neck vertebrae and dropping him into the heap. About this time 2 soldiers grabbed me, I looked down at them with a grin and brought them together with a force that dropped them as well. Four down only a few more to go I thought, as a soldier jumped on my back. He began trying to choke me so I just ran backwards into the bar,his grip soon gone as he stood there stunned and reeling on his feet. I turned and faced him, a smirk on my face as I brought a left hook up to connect with his chin,sending the young soldier up and over the bar. Looking about at the mess I created I did not notice the last soldier leave.
After a fight I believe in a good ale, so my friends and I had a few more ales and walked out into the night air. We got half way to the ship when a larger group of soldiers walked around the corner and saw us a yell from their ranks was heard to say that I was the one and before I could fight them all off I was soon knocked into unconsciousness.
I awoke the next day with one hell of a hangover. I stood up to find that I was behind bars. Yelling for the constable I smiled and thought it wasn't a good fight unless I spent the night in a cell to sober up. Shortly after calling for the constable I heard footsteps. I watched as a British soldier walked around the corner and grinned. I noticed immediately the man, it was the one that I had broke the nose of. I asked him to let me out and he shook his head no and then stated that I was to be executed the following day for murdering a British soldier last night in a bar fight. I told him that I had killed nobody. He asked me if I remembered myself hitting a soldier and knocking him to the ground with both fists.
I told him that I vaguely remembered it and why. The soldier said that the man I hit that way had suffered a broken neck and died shortly after the hit. I sank down upon the cot and placed my face in my hands in disbelief. I recall sitting there for a whole night, not
eating or sleeping, just waiting. That night the guard returned and said I was free to go I had been pardoned. With a curious look, I looked up and saw the woman I saw just the night before. With a slight smile she stated that it looked as if I needed help. I shrugged and then nodded. She called for the guard and he came around the corner. She told him to release me on the orders of the Prince. Without hesitating he did so. Once the door to the cell was opened, he stepped back and allowed me to walk out. ....
As we stepped out into the open air she turned to me and slapped me with a right hand across the left side of the face.
Amazed to see a small framed woman with the guts to hit one of my size both shocked me yet also exilerated me. She looked up into my eyes and then spoke of how, because of her, I was free and that I would spend the next ten years as a body guard for her. I simply held the left side of my face and nodded slowly my feelings for the woman on fire, the fire passion makes in a person, when all senses sease to exist and all that remains is the purity of unbound deep rooted passion.. I was then surprised to see two large men appear beside her, one on each side. She turned and one of the men opened the coach door without a word. These men moved about knowing instinctively what and when the woman wanted something done.
And they did all these things without a word. Amazing I thought at the control she had over these men. The one that opened the door kept it opened and a second later the woman's face appeared and told me to get in, so I did as I was asked only because this woman peeked my curiosity....
We rode to a countryside far from civilization and there was a mansion that would have been fit for a king. The coach stopped and the door was opened almost immediately allowing us to get out. The other man quickly walked up the steps leading to the front of the door. He opened the door and allowed us by. The woman then introduced herself as Lady Kristina La Moliere and that my service to her would start as soon as I got dressed. I was about to tell her that I had no other clothes with me, but one of her men showed up with a suit of clothes that, strangely enough, fit me perfectly.
After I was dressed she sat me down and began giving me the rules of our "business" deal. If I followed them to a tee I would be given my freedom and a hefty fortune along with anything else I wanted. If I did not follow them after agreeing to them I would be punished. The rules were simple I had to sit and learn fighting skills along with academics. I could not speak not even a sound for the ten year service nor could I leave her side I looked at her.....as my mind searched for reasons to say no....her beauty so perfect.......... I agreed.
I messed up big time, for the first few months but I soon learned the repercussion. Four years into Her service I was asked to join her for dinner and I did so without a word. She sat across from me and stated that I had excelled in my teachings and had earned my freedom early and a special "gift" from her. I just stared at her quietly. She stood up and walked over to me and smiled as she sat down in my lap, my face still forward. She began to rub the side of my face with her hand. She then leaned over and kissed me upon my lips and told me to take her upstairs to her chambers. I did so.
When we got to her room I opened the door and followed her inside, where she quickly turned and jumped into my arms. Thinking this was the special "gift" I made love to her something I had been waiting for all this time. While making love to her she began to dig her nails into me and biting me harder and harder, and before I knew it I was to weak to move as darkness was over taking me I felt a drop fall onto my lips, I was soon overcome by a hunger that I did not understand till the door was opened and a man who had been beaten to a bloody pulp was thrown into the room. A feeling took hold of me I had not yet experienced, all I could think of was ways to end this mans life, and most ways were least from humane, how I could almost taste his blood in my mouth... I jumped from my spot on the bed and ravaged the man with no remorse, drinking his blood from the gaping wound in his neck..it was deliberating... Kristina looked at me, a smile upon her lips as I sat there holding a lifeless body in my hands, my face covered in his blood...She smiled and said :
"Now you are Brujah, now your training begins." The year now was 1700 and life as I knew it would never be the same again.....
For the next hundred or somewhat years..My unlife was devoted to learning the Disciplines and ways of the Kindred, My Sire tougher than ever and hellbent on perfection..Her praises a welcome Her punishment for failure..memorable for Years to come. My Sire took on several other protege's over the years, but always She claimed none of them had the potential I possessed, and I, why I was honored of course..
Then one Night My Sire had a meeting to attend with other Kin as always I was escorting My Sire to the event, and Had I not had to wait downstairs..well who knows what could have happened.. all I remember from that day is My Sire called upon Me with a roar inside My head..feeling Her anger I rushed upstairs where 3 ghouls tried to prevent Me from entering the chamber from where My Sire called Me..the fight did not last long and when I broke through the massive door My Sire was but seconds away from her final Death, not knowing why or for what reason I stopped the man hovering over Her with a clash of true might we fought for several seconds,as I called upon a Discipline not yet used in combat the Kindred fled in haste to save his own miserable unlife..I keeled Beside My Sire Her wounds extremely severe but Her face was calm amd strangely at peace..She spoke to Me..without words..about, how now My unlife would be marked By Her error Her disgrace..
How the Kindred I almost put into torpor was a very important Brujah in the region and that from this day on their dislike of Her..would also Befall upon Me..I shrugged as if I did not care, which I didn't.. All that mattered to Me was Her safety..And for the first time I heard My Sire speak of love, tenderness, emotions She never spoke of before.... How I failed Her in protecting Her I asked Her to take My unlife since I failed her so greatly.. She declined and instead offered Me Her greatest gift in Her possession...She whispered to Me, and that was the last time I heard Her voice.. Several days later I buried whatever remains of My Sire on Her Family plot, just as She would have wanted Me..As I turned back one last time I realised again a new chapter started in My unlife.. Her final gift to Me.. All Her powers, Her essence now a part of Me this was in the year 1812....
In the years to follow I tried to find the killer of My Sire, but I never did find Him.
However I did come across numerous Kindred set out to kill Me but, they all failed although I did come close to My final end a few times...those were indeed good times.
The world was in Uproar as it spun into an era of prosperity, war and decay When I found Myself in a British harbor booking a passage into the new world for Myself and some of My belongings. I had My share of Europe and it was time for something new in the year 1859 I first set foot on the shores of the promised land as it was named, and immediately I felt that this "promised land" and I would get along just fine.
I traveled across vast plains of desert land and mountains, it was not an easy task to do but I managed, when I reached the west coast there was a war brewing and I knew good times where again at hand. After traveling down the coast and back to the east I came in contact with the local militia there where I signed up for some nightly scouting under
command of one R. S. Ewell and I sure had one hell of a time there I reckon it was the year 1863 and the side I was fighting for managed to hold a pretty good one but in the end..well they lost and I knew it was time to move on again.
Since I had a decent time during My stay on the west coast I decided to return there and settle down. I had some nice property and a reasonable house that fitted My needs just fine.. The years went fast and one dark Night I came across a slender Man whom introduced Himself as St. Germain though I shun other Kindred for some reason Him and I got along just fine. It was the year 1902 when by some twist of faith, if one can call it that, I became blood bound to St. Germain and after drifting from town to town, country to country for almost a decade I again found Myself a protector this time of St. germain...
Again a war was brewing, this time in Europe But St. Germain did not feel much for traveling Back to the old land as He called it, and as with any war this one too came to an end. St. Germain opened a night club for Kindred and mortals where of course most mortals would serve as food for the Kindred times flourished and the club became a great success I even had a job there as bouncer something right up My sleeve if I may say so.. Around 1940 yet another war started and though I asked to go and join the fray of war St. Germain refused to let Me go and found other task for Me to do to keep Me occupied.After the roaring sixties came the seventies...the eighties and then nineties, the club changed with the coming and going of the latest trends and kept on doing very well but St. Germain felt it was time for a change.. Why I don't know but somehow I felt this "change" would not be for the better, how right I was.. St. Germain felt it was time to bring all clans together following a strick path side by side a Cult He called it yeah... The Cult of the Wolf...It's Ironical
choice aside, I don't think it went down well with the vampire community, especially those struggling for dear existence fighting the Lycans... If anything, St. Germain was a humorous fella.. but don't say I said so..
Wether He was misunderstood, or just off His rocker who knows but somewhere during the up rise of the Cult St. Germain kicked against the wrong shins and before We all knew what was going on..We had an allout war on our hands with one of the Biggest and Oldest Clans in the region... "Clan Darque"... After some meetings We all where led to believe ther was a treaty at hand, or so we thought..And one Night, one dreaded Night the eve St. Germain was to wed His beloved, I was hasting Myself to get there in time as I was to drop by the realm of Clan Darque in order to invite them to the wedding, upon My arrival there I made a discovery of great concern as I intercepted a message From Clan Darque's Father "Julian Darque"...I rushed off to the Chapel but i knew I would never get ther in time, so I stopped to make a phone call to warn St. Germain of what I had learned.. Clan Darque was going to attend the wedding alright, but not to join in the bliss of the wedding, but to destroy every single one present.... And even though I warned him, He ignored My advise to cancel the ceremony and by the time I arrived the walls might as well have bin covered in blood but the battle was over... In search for St. Germain, one night I recieved a call... St. Germain was Dead killed by Julian Darque, and as for Me.. Well I now was the number one on Clan Darque's most wanted list for warning Him of what was to be inevitable... St. Germain dead, His precious Cult hammered down before it ever got off the ground.. And I, Hunted but still alive, if thats what you can call it, am now Brujah Clan Leader i own a Nightclub, A goth hangout for the misguided and estranged, the Year is now the 2009....
My unlife continues....
Adamo De Floris
Brujah
