"You must, David. It is our way of life. It is too dangerous for the people you once knew. The Sabbat killed you and would have left you without so much as a by your leave! My sweet David, your life is something I wanted to make sure you had some kind of control over. It's the only way to overcome what was lost. Your life is going to go as you plan it, and you will have your choice of university to attend under a new identity we forge for you." Alexandria tried her best to remain as focused as possible, but she couldn't help but feel affected by her emotional state. Her eyes flaring up once more with a passion, an odd desire starting to burn it's way through her stomach as she became possessed of her muse.
"But for now, you must begin somewhere, and that means you must say farewell by moving on. It is a turning point. If I hadn't come across you, your friends and family would still face the same unfortunate events. They will mourn. Your story published as a tragedy. Your prior university will hold a vigil. When you rested, arrangements had to be made. Your funeral paid for, the police informed, everything that would accommodate the appropriate send off, including taking care of your family and friends financially, has already been decided. Such is the way of our community, the Camarilla," With a flip of her hair, she went over to a laptop, and began searching for a Megan Clark as she spoke, her eyes taking on a very dangerous sheen as she researched for him.
"As your Sire, I am responsible for you. Your actions, inactions and everything else in between. We uphold the Masquerade. It is to protect people, or Kine as we say, from the dangers of our world. We need to keep this up so we can live in tandem with them, mi ijo. And we must be diligent protecting those who are blissfully unaware of anything we do. Your life is your own, yes, but being part of what the Camarilla represents, is what entails when you are able to hold your own: this includes a responsibility, much like society mortals have to each other once you become an adult, contributing in your own way," Megan cropped up on her screen, as she typed out something, hitting send, and resumed her attentions on her Childe.
"However, in your case, because of this Megan Clark, you will be avenged, since the Sabbat, are enemies to what the Camarilla represent, and find themselves acting in reckless abandon, cruel and uncaring in the way they destroy other's chance at life. The way they recklessly throw their brutality in our faces, anything we worked to build they want to tear down and rule. But...even then...we must understand and be better, that not all are one broad brush stroke. This life...is filled with nuances even in our unique circumstances," Several quick clicks, swift typing, and the loveliest smile graced her features, much as a parent would their children when something bad happened to their precious one, and a veneer of sweetness would settle as they carried out plans, unseen, unknown to right their wronged child in the best way.
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