Not Dead!

We aren't dead! Oh, thank goodness, we didn't get killed. I guess since the Prince and the rest of the Council know, I'm free to write about what happened in Ohio, but I want to gloss over the specifics still.

We went to Ohio to rescue Mordecai's family from their abusive father. Funny how such things seem to happen in ultra-religious communities.... I guess this is why I am an atheist-leaning agnostic. Religion just seems to complicate things.

Here's how shit went down: We got in the orange monstrosity of an RV the night before our trip and slept the day away while Michael, Mordecai's ghoul and business manager-type person, drove us to Ohio. We woke up about the time that we arrived at a staging point - a local WalMart - and stocked up on just-in-case supplies. I had my box with me as well, for just in case-ness.

Going out into the world, we arrived at the Amish community and found a light on in the barn, one Mordecai assured me was not normal. What we found inside caused the first breach of the Traditions that night... His sister Mary had hung herself, but was still warm. Mordecai Embraced her to save her life, potentially condemning us all to death. It was worth it though, in his mind, because as I heard him tell the youngest kid, "Family comes first."

So with Mary Embraced and Hannah getting the kids out of the house - they had to duct tape the youngest one's mouth shut because he kept trying to call out for the father - we went looking for the father. John Miller was obstinate and kept trying to keep a shotgun on Mordecai. He hadn't seen me, so I kept the pistol I grabbed from my box at the ready, and aimed at John while they talked.

I could see Mordecai working on spending blood. His cheeks flushed with health and he seemed to brace himself before jumping at John. Then came the second and far larger of our breaking of our Traditions, the shattering of the Masquerade, when Mordecai Embraced John, leaving him just enough blood to wake him up but not enough to quench any thirst for any time.

We left before he was able to wake up.

Our trip back to Salem was uneventful, and I dreamt about frogs. I spent some time sketching out my newest sculpture project. It looks like I'll have to get some more green glaze... I'm running out.

The next evening we got notified by the Keeper of Elysium, Jim Wagner, that the Prince 'requested' Mordecai's presence that evening, along with the "brood" he brought back with him from Ohio. I was certain we all were dead, but Mordecai was trying his best to keep me out of things, as I was just there and didn't really do anything. I was worried for his safety, of course, but as long as I was still alive I was able to do that.

The Prince was actually pretty reasonable. His verdict was that the family was to be split up, essentially held as hostages to Mordecai's good behavior, and made into ghouls for the time being. The primogen council and the Prince got to care for the Miller family. Lady Alicia, Lloyd, and Prince Eric himself each took one (or more) of the family. Our lives were spared - I don't think they really knew that I was there, but I was willing to stand with my.... friend? ally? comrade? I don't know what the right word would be. Comrade will work for now, but we're getting close to friend.

I was able to give Lady Alicia her gift last night as well. The miniature phoenix I crafted for her went over well, she cooed over it like any proper Toreador would of such fine workmanship. It was my best work and I could have sold that for $300 to a collector of my work, but a gift for my clan Primogen is worth the best effort I can give.

Ceramic Phoenix for Lady Alicia

Well, that was the end of that evening. Oh, I did receive a gift from Mordecai.... I hesitate to mention it on here lest someone get an idea about our relationship but this is supposed to be a full and truthful accounting of my evening. I received a bondage harness from Mordecai, with a built-in chastity belt. It is GORGEOUS. The leather is supple and I can't wait to feel it against my skin. It reveals enough to let a swipe of a whip or crop at my skin, but covers enough to create an excellent restraint system during a scene.

I can't wait to have the chance to wear it. I just don't know if I ever will... every night that ticks by makes me less and less certain that I will see my beloved Master again. Is he really just.... dead? Could a car crash with a tiny little bit of fire have killed him? We talked to a Nosferatu tonight and it turns out that the feelers Mordecai put out in the Nosferatu network are bearing fruit. Perhaps there will be news soon of his fate?

Friday is the Art Show at the university's gallery. I wonder what will be on show?