[Requiem] A simple enough thing

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It's in the blood, apparently.

It talks to you, talks between you, crackling like lightning, singing like a choir. It's really rather a beautiful sensation.

Scarlett van Doren - an uncommon enough name, but enough for her to hide behind. Florid and romantic, without actually meaning anything much; like the eyepatch. She seems canny and bold, and loyal, eager to prove herself. All good traits. Not bad looking either, despite the scars.

Well worth a follow, for a chap as subtle as me. She might see me, of course, being of the blood and all that - another sneaky-see-y Ventrue - but so far she doesn't seem to be looking that carefully. She's busying herself with some media brouhaha on behalf of Danny Kovacs; Malachai the Monster Hunter, of all things.

I hung around outside while she was working; didn't like to intrude, you know. Seems it didn't go so well; she came out in a hurry, muttering to herself, poor thing.

Followed her down for a while until she ducked into an alley, then caught up, somewhere nice and out of the way.

She was hunched over, muttering in some Eastern European babble and digging at her flesh with her nails. That was no good, so I went over, took hold of her wrists and didn't let go.

She looked up and I spoke to her and she listened.

"Hush con, đó là khá đủ về hành vi này. Đó là thời gian để được mạnh mẽ."