Dreams During Dirt Nap

After severing the last satisfactory pillar at the bottom of the massive building, Arkady gave a wicked laugh of mirth. Sure, it may not have taken in to his path as a hunter first - but there were many vampires here, and he gave his comrades fair warning. The Camarilla dogs would have no idea what hit them. Or maybe they did, with Kestrel's dramatic outburst... it didn't matter.

As he saw the cracks spread and bits of concrete and floor material start to crumble and fall, he slowly sunk into the earth which he had the foresight to dig up, for his own safety.

Silence greeted him there. But he was still aware. He could feel. He could sense the vibrations. Feel the building crack and fall apart all around him.

There was no plan for everything to go according to. There was no grand scheme. He was an animal of the Sword of Caine's. And as these wolves in pathetic sheep's clothing were locked in their shattered prison as well as with their human counterparts, it did his cold, still heart good. He muttered to himself the speech he had prepared in his mind.

The Ivory Tower will crumble like an anthill beneath our heel. And we shall feast upon the ashes that we put upon our plate. Nothing will stop us. Not their precious would-be Prince. Not that ancient hag with her vile magical cage. We have a purpose. And we are together. I know my Bone Folders are smart enough to make their escape. Except maybe Cassandra, she'd probably want someone to hold her hand and lead her out. Pathetic. But she is Sabbat. So she must be worthy. If any of them die in this wondrous toppling, then I know they are not worthy of the gift of Caine.

How they begged me to stop. To give them time. I gave my little Matryoshka, she of the many skins, the time she requested. I hope she got what she wanted. She is a good, headstrong student, albeit a little... addled. But aren't we all? We're not Malkavian, but we were all mortal once. And the change makes us... something more. And sometimes a little something less.

If we're very fortunate, perhaps we've abducted a strong-blooded Ivory Tower wretch to feed to our lesser blood. The closer we are to Caine, the greater in power we are. I am merely six steps, now. Seventh Generation! I am on equal footing with the likes of those a millennium in age!

Over the years, I've slain by gallons every day. And with my Bone Folders more shall come. More has come. A glorious river of blood will flow to feed us, organized and wild. A lovely scarlet waterhole. Mmm... I can feel the broken building sighing out now. The toppling is almost done. Soon I shall claw my way up, and sneak my way back home.

The best hunter is never seen. I wonder if they thought I sacrificed myself to kill so many?
Ha! I am not so fanatical. But I do get results.

Freaking awesome dude.