Sakito Oonishi
Fleet of foot
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(5/8/06 3:18 pm)
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Belle of the Ball
I rise. The blood had called me, but there had been voices long before…rumblings, musings…a smattering of conversation over my decades of years entombed. It was barely a whisper.
It was enough.
My hands clenched the rough stone walls of my tomb and brought my body upright. Before me stood dozens of young men, standing alert and in perfect rows of ten. The dropped to their knees immediately, throwing fists into the air with a chorus of voice that boomed off the cavernous walls. And then Feng began to play as I fed for the first time in a century.
The blood was rich and filled me with an ecstasy I had not experienced since my mortal years. It was intoxicating, and it drew my mind away for only a moment as I reveled in the sensation. It was a moment too long for an unfortunate young man from whom I drank too deeply. His face will be forever burned in my memory…I shall not allow myself to loose control like that again.
But there were other matters at hand. Feng, always a loyal childe, had prepared well for my return and shepparded my meager empire into quite an elaborate fiefdom. He took me to the roof of the grand theater in which I had emerged, and threw open the doors to the world beyond.
I stood rapt. Metal boxes flowed through the city streets as great rivers coursing between mighty cavern walls of steel, brick and glass. The mortals had been busy during my slumber; it seemed…there were fantastic displays of light and sound washing over my newly reborn flesh in great concussive waves. It was nearly too much to bear and, after a moment of reflection, managed to tear myself away from its chaotic beauty.
There would be time for more of this later of course. But for now, I had a ball to attend.
Feng, using my time asleep to earn himself a title as the Baron of China Town, had been invited to the Ventrue Ball. Normally such stuffy affairs that I wouldn’t think of attending, the desire to experience this grand new world was simply overwhelming. It was as if I had been born anew; I swore then And there that I would not squander this third, wonderful life.
Arriving inside a metal beast seemed a rather undignified means of travel, but the new sensations kept my mind otherwise occupied. I had never felt such supple leather before, nothing like the unyielding saddles of my youth. I found myself stroking it as if it were a lover. My excitement was nearly palatable.
And then we had arrived. I was stunned that we moved so quickly through the crowded streets, though the hanging lanterns the switched from three colored lights seemed to expedite our journey (I must remember to congratulate Feng, as surely it took him many weeks to arrange such a display. Simply beautiful).
And then I heard a voice. At first, I had assumed my eyes were deceiving me as the disheveled mess beside me lumbered into view. It was the Prince…well, it was what was left of our dear George the 1st. And while I must admit my own ignorance of the most current fashion, I simply had to assume that women were not parading down the runways of Milan wearing crooked wigs and dried mud. I just may have to return to the grave, otherwise.
Ordering my faithful Tong to see to the Prince, I turned my mind back to the ball and approached the lobby to be announced. It was a minor slight to have my child announced before my own prestigious name, but that slight was forgiven as a few spattered gasps could be heard as I descended into the main ballroom. The tension was delightfully electric.
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