Road to Perdition
Ντομένικο, ο Σικελός
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Clan: Lasombra Antitribu
- Where should I begin?
- Tell me first, are you one of those… Sabbat vampires?
- Kindred, sorry. So… are you one of them?
- No, not for a long time now.
- So you’re with the Caparilla.
- Whatever, you know what I meant.
- You could say that. Actually, I’m more of a free agent. A gun for hire, so to speak. I go when and where they need me. I just prefer the Camarilla’s effort to keep the order to the chaotic practices of the Sabbat. Where did you learn about all that anyway?
- I get around. Still, there’s so much I don’t know. Tell me more.
- Not much to tell, I’m afraid. The Camarilla seem to tolerate my existence for the moment. I can’t say the same for my fellow Lasombra kindred in the Sabbat. They would rather stake me on sight. So I try to steer clear of them, while running jobs for their competition.
- What’s a Lasombra?
- It’s the name of my clan. Never mind about that.
- Tell me about you. How old are you? When did you first become like that? Who was your maker?
- Slow down. I’ll tell you my story, if only ‘cause I’m in the mood. I come from Messina, a city in Sicily.
- Sicily in Italy? Then how did you end up here in Greece?
- Don’t interrupt me again. To answer your question though, I have a weakness for this country because my family had greek roots. Hell, most of Sicily does. As it happens with almost all of the cities in the island, Messina was an ancient greek colony, initially named Zancle. I don’t want to bore you with the historical details though. Let’s get on to the part you’re really interested in. I was born there over a century ago. I had to flee Messina in the great earthquake of 1908, when tidal waves swallowed almost all of the city, my family and home included. Living the life of a drifter, I eventually ended up in Naples, where I met her. My “maker”, as you very accurately put it before. My sire. My eternal love. Annibale Smeralda Caravaggio, or at least that’s what she called herself at the time, while she traveled the Italian province investigating the origins of the Sabbat. That was her mission, appointed to her by the elders of our clan, in an attempt to rediscover their roots. You’ve never seen a beauty quite like hers. In the blackest of night, in the heart of darkness, she still managed to glow. It was love at first sight. For me, at least. For her, as I found out much later, it was a desperate attempt to convince the clan of her Sabbat allegiances, which dictated at the time that she should embrace at least one kindred in every city.
- What was her real name?
- Don’t know really. She used many aliases, but mostly she was known as Cassandra in our circles. Having no real name comes quite handy sometimes. That’s why I employ the same method as her.
- So your name is not Odysseas, as you told me.
- Heh, no. My mortal name was Marco Vittorio DaZangli, although I am mostly known simply as “Domenico”, or “Dom”. Some just call me “the Sicilian”.
- Dom… So what happened with Cassandra?
- Not much, actually. Soon after my embrace, she abandoned me to discover the secrets of the un-life on my own. It wasn’t long until I was discovered by a Sabbat pack and was initiated into the sect. I kept searching for her for decades, until I found out some time during the 70s that she was hunted down and killed by my fellow clan members, as she was an alleged Camarilla spy, a Lasombra antitribu, as we are called, those of us who have turned our backs to the clan’s allegiance to the Sabbat.
- Was she indeed?
- I’ll never really know. All I knew is that I couldn’t be affiliated with the same kindred that destroyed my sire. That’s when I left the Sabbat and traveled on my own. The rest is not really important. Some years ago I ended up here in Athens, at times working for the former Prince of Athens. Then I left again and now I have returned to find everything has changed in the city’s status quo.
- Like what? Tell me more.
- Actually, I’m getting pretty tired. Doesn’t really matter anyway.
- ‘Cause you‘re gonna kill me, right?
- How could I leave you alive after all you‘ve learned?
- I knew it. Go ahead then. I’m ready for your deadly kiss. The sweet embrace of death.
- Please stop with all your drama. You’re making me sick and I don’t even have a functioning stomach.
- What do you mean? Just kill me and get it over with!
- I don’t kill without a reason, I’m not a monster. After all, it’s never fun to kill someone who already has a deathwish.
- Then at least embrace me!
- Not a chance, child. The last thing I need right now is to clean up after a baby.
- Then what? I know so much about you already! How about the Masquerade?
- You have mistaken me for someone who cares about the Masquerade. Let Camarilla deal with that. After all, who’s gonna believe a young deluded girl and her insane stories about vampires? Now, if you’ll excuse me, dawn is approaching and I should go.
- You can’t leave me like that! I’ll tell everyone about you! Someone is bound to believe me in the end. I’ll tell everyone about your story!
- What story?
- Uhm… what story?
- That’s what I thought.