Thread: A Vampire and his Anchor (Niksis & Ms Catailia)

Her tone was soothing, as if it alone could calm the mightiest of beasts, angelic even though perhaps only to his ears. Gilbert couldn't enjoy the serene nature of her tone for long though, before the burning pain of the silver bullet lodged into his shoulder overtook him again. She told him it wasn't lethal, a sentence that amused the Vampire somewhat, despite the pain. Of course it wasn't lethal. The silver wouldn't have killed him by itself, the nature of it was to burn, to cause discomfort. And it burned, a lot. Though the stranger offered to help him, while Gilbert would rather be without the help, for fear of her finding out too much, the truth was that he couldn't do it himself. He didn't have the tools to remove the bullet and the silver prevented his body from naturally rejecting the object and close around it. Instead, he adjusted where he sat, there was no reason to try and hide or prevent it anymore, might as well have this human help him, he could always feed on her or run off once she was done. Propping himself against the brick wall behind him, Gilbert nodded and spoke. Despite his french roots, his tone had taken an american hint to it after so many years of exposure to it. Thank you... Bryn. he said through gritted teeth. His entire body shivering from the pain and the only thing keeping him from going into shock is the unnatural resilience of his kind. Just... nnng. Just remove the bullet. Gilbert said still through gritted teeth. It was only a matter of time before the Hunters would find him. And who knows what they'd do to her, if they found out she helped him. Gilbert had come to America back with some of the very first settlers. Determined to exploit this 'New World' as they called it. It had so much promise, so many opportunities awaited those brave enough to seek it. Even to this day, America is considered the New World. Just like back then, it is now a place where Kindred come seeking power amongst their fellows. It had been what brought the french aristocrat turned Kindred to America as well, the promise of power. It had not been easy though, as others had the same thoughts as him, it was bloody, volatile and glorious. A political battlefield far more dangerous than any real one, where a single wrong word could spark a war. In fact, the was for independence was due to a misunderstanding between a Vampire in the New World and one England's many Princes. What had started as a minor conflict between two Vampires quickly engulfed the entire continent as well as England, France and Spain. Every subsequent war over the New World after that, and before that, was the works of some power hungry Vampire somewhere in the world, most wars were though few Mortal knew the truth. Gilbert had been a french aristocrat, born to luxury and status. He had wanted for nothing in his youth and had every options in front of him. His educated reflected this, that is, even before he was turned he had been highly educated and intelligent, something that had only increased with each passing century. By all means, Gilbert had been an Ancient in the Vampire society, a fifth generation Vampire, four times removed from Caine the Murderer. Where most of the Vampires of today's world can call themselves thirteenth or twelfth generation. Though all of those years, all of that experience and power meant nothing now. Gilbert had nothing, well, aside from his own life of course. He would have to start anew, though first he had to survive the night. It was in moments like these, moments of fatality, that your past flashes by you. All of your decisions, good and bad all come back. He saw it before him, all of the wars he had been a part of, the battles he had commanded personally through the centuries. The love he had felt, love that was fleeting and temporary, considering he would outlive any lover he had ever found. He saw his parents long gone, his Sire, wherever He might be these days. It all flashed by his eyes until it all culminated into one bright figure, a figure of pure light, a figure with wings sprouting from it's back. The features were hard to make out, the figure content with just watching though as the light faded, the figure's face became more visible, until it was entirely visible. With the light gone, the once bright figure was replaced by that of the innocent, naive and beautiful face of the Nurse before him. Had it been a sign? Or was it just a figment of his imagination. Gilbert didn't know, the only thing he did know, was that whoever this Bryn was, she had a draw to her. Like moths to a flame, he felt himself drawn to her, felt how his entire body seemed to physically have a need to be closer to the woman. She was like a magnet, pulling him in. Gilbert had felt this before, this pull to his entire being. It had been a pull he had felt when he discovered his Anchor years and years ago. With her at his side, he had managed to carve out a good portion of Los Angeles for himself, perhaps it had been this that caught the attention of the Hunters, he wasn't sure. What he did know was that for a Vampire to find it's Anchor, that was rare. For a Vampire to have more than one Anchor in the world was even rarer and for a Vampire to find his Anchor in the same city as his first, that was nearing on impossible. Thought of what would have happened had he found both Anchors at the same time did cross his minds, thoughts that quickly faded once more as the pain of the bullet overtook his mind once more.