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TLDR: About a year ago I (21F) got cheated on with this one girl who was an ex of his. This girl (23F) has tried to message my boyfriend for the past year on and off. Now she’s messaging me and removing them after, stalking my stories, and posting about her ex (my bf) trying to antagonize me.
So over the past year I’ve had to deal with this one girl trying to on and off intervene in my relationship, which happens to be with her ex bf. I’ve never met this woman in my life but the first instance I “met” her was over IG dms, I tried to be civil and respectful and ask her for honesty when she had been sexting my boyfriend of the time. This girl lives in another state, I’ve only known her through online interactions. Right now she’s been starting to antagonize me and I think it’s because she wants my bf’s attention again. She’s posted about how her ex’s can’t stay away from he always remember her. And has sent messages to me then deleted them. She’s also started stalking my posts on my IG when I just recently turned it back to public to try and make some friends. I’m not sure what exactly to do, but I have some information that could potentially scare her away, but I want to list some of the things she’s done.

1. she home-wrecked me: she pretended to not know my bf had a gf when doing this, then I later found out she did know bc she has mutual friends with him online and would ask about him and he also told her. She also later acted like the victim in this scenario Bc he didn’t “choose her”
   
2. She cheated on her boyfriend just to message mine: her boyfriend later made out with her best friend and she was very upset over that, I think it’s just karma, but she was seemingly manipulating and bullying her own boyfriend for this
   
3. She started to post about me: without actually directly mentioning me, I only know this because one of the times she harassed my bf, I messaged her to stop, and she admitted she posted about me calling me names
   
4. She posted about my bf and continued to try and messaged him for the past year: at one point I just followed one of her spam accounts just so she knows I knew and she asked me to “stop” as if I was the one always harassing her. She messaged my boyfriend every other month or every few months. I also found out she mainly did this only when her own boyfriend was not living up to her standards emotionally. She still would ask about my bf in group chats and still knew I was with him.
   
5. She tried to antagonize me by posting about my bf and saying lies about him attempting suicide over her: numerous times she’s posted things but this one time she wanted to antagonize me specifically not just pretend she cared about my bf, and she stated lies just to do so and then messaged me etc
   
6. She admittedly and openly says she used my bf in the past for emotional support: in group chats she’s openly said how she just used my bf in the past to feel better about herself while still with the same guy of three or so years.
   
7. She now is stalking me again: multiple times she’s watched my stories and reacted to my things and has posted about my bf to try and antagonize me. She has pretended as if I was the one who started stalking her first a while back, I’ve only looked at her stuff after she looked at mine
   
8. In general she lies and manipulated people then plays the victim: Bc she cheated on her bf with mine, he ended up making out w her best friend and then she wanted to be the victim that whole time. She continually bullied her ex best friend after. And her boyfriend.
   
9. She uses her mental health as an excuse to be abusive: her and I both have BPD but she constantly uses it as an excuse as to why she treats her partner and other people abusively, blaming others for her outbursts (splitting), she has used this manipulatively numerous times to get sympathy etc.
   
10. She has bullied disabled people and others based on just allegations: she apparently has been making fun of a famous woman who has a disability and in the past had harassed someone her friend said SH her when they were proved to not, she joked about having harassed them wrongfully
    
11. She supports mean girls: Hailey Bieber stan (this is more just a funny joke that’s true)
    
12. She been to rehab while still boasting about doing drugs: this one is more just sad but she posts about loving drugs often but then also posts how she’s struggling a lot, she makes a mockery of people actually taking recovery seriously and she works in the medical field
    

I am sparing people of the many details to these situations but overall she’s constantly harassed me and my bf and tried to manipulate us both numerous times. Posting about us and sending messages. She also pretends to be a girls girl and says she supports/protects other women while doing all this and being an OF creator (I don’t have a problem with this but hate to see girls support her when she does all this).
I’m not exactly sure what I should do over this but I’ve been taking the high road other than posting some things trying to stay unbothered and show that. It’s been a few days now that she’s been back to harassing and antagonizing me. I know her bf’s information and I’m thinking of getting in contact with him because I don’t think he knows about all of these things. But I have receipts of everything.
I have told her before even that I just want to live my life in peace but she’s feral and wants to bother me more and more. It’s getting annoying more than anything.

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I’ve scoured the internet trying to figure this out. Wondering if any of you guys can help.. my dog hates me since I got pregnant. Sometimes she’ll come up to me, most days she avoids me. I’ve got a couple weeks left and it’s getting bad, now when I let her out of her kennel to go potty she bolts. Not for the door, for away from me tell I open the door and then she runs like she’s escaping prison. This morning I didn’t have the door open, so she ran around the house and peed. When I tried to corral her out she scratched me. She’s 2.5 years old and potty trained. The only time she likes me is when my husband is home, but she’s also very protective of him. When he’s home she circles him and always stands between him and I. She used to be my little friend. Idk what to do

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There has been a lot of talk about initiation and self-initiation in this group as of late, most specifically with what sources for self-initiation are the best, and many different opinions have been expressed. What has struck me, however, is the lack of understanding of what an initiation into the Golden Dawn, and specifically through the "Elemental Grades" consists of. So, I wanted to share my views, training and experience on the matter.
Let me first give you an idea of where I come from in this regard. I was initiated into a Temple in Houston, Texas in 1992 at the age of 21. There were no self-initiation sources into the GD out at the time. (I think Don Kraig's book may have been out, but I did not have it then.) I progressed through the Outer Order in about four years, and spent another three working through the subgrades of Adeptus Minor. I was also trained as a Hierophant by the Hierophant who preceded me, just as I trained the one after me. Today I find myself serving as a chief in a newly formed Order. When that Temple dissolved, I spent the better part of a decade working through various self-initiation manuals, including Don Kraig's, the Cicero's SI manual (The Big Green Book), and LTC's Kabbalah Magic. Now, that may sound pointless given my previous initiatory experience, but each author and source provided some unique perspectives and experiences to draw from, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with exploring different points of view. More than that however, after the Temple I called home dissolved I realized the lack of temples for true seekers and the need for people to be able to make the journey to adepthood for themselves. How can someone grow spiritually if there is no temple for them to advance in. Fortunately today, there are many options including Temples and Orders that work at a distance as well as sources for self-initiation.
In my experience, initiation into the Golden Dawn must contain five parts. Now, initiation into different orders and organizations may not contain these elements. I know of several initiations (and have taken part in a few) that are nothing more than being accepted into a group and getting the "secret handshake". But, in this I am specifically talking about the Golden Dawn. In my opinion, initiation into the Golden Dawn tradition and egregore must contain four of these five parts, with the fifth being necessary in certain circumstances which I shall discuss. These five parts are: 1) acceptance into the group; 2) the formation of a specific magical obligation; 3) teachings of the appropriate nature; 4) aligning and manipulating the subtle energies of the initiate according to the nature of the initiation; and 5) the impression and inscribing of specific symbols into the subtle bodies of the initiate. Taking these one at a time I will explain them and their importance.
The first, acceptance into the group, is in my opinion the least important and is the one that is conditional, being necessary only when you are initiating into a Temple or Order. It is the acceptance and sharing of the energy of the group with you and, by doing so, the entire group works to help raise the vibratory rate of the initiate as it works on the entire group. Obviously, this is less important when doing self-initiation which is why I say it is conditional. It should not be ignored that a group is stronger than an individual and that if you have a group working together for the purpose of spiritual development, in our case through the process of initiation into the Golden Dawn, it can be beneficial even if the members of the group are all participating in self-initiation practices. In forming that group it still operates as a collective energy and creates an egregore for the group over time that assists its members in their work even if they are doing it individually. But, as many choose to go it alone (and that is a completely acceptable option), this requirement would not be required in that case.
The next four elements of the initiation, however, are absolute requirements for initiation into the Golden Dawn.
Second is the formation of the magical obligation. In my opinion, this is one point that is not taken nearly as seriously as it ought to be. When we take the obligation, and renew it as we progress, we are taking the first steps to connect to the tradition and the egregore of the Golden Dawn. That magical obligation carries with it not only commitment but consequences. It is the initial linking motion that the initiate makes toward the current of energy established by the Golden Dawn. The first steps toward spiritual development must be made by the initiate, and must be made before the Higher Consciousness moves to meet them. In this obligation are contained the necessary instructions to begin the work of spiritual development. Committing to them sets you on a path. Without this, you are not on the path, certainly not on the Golden Dawn path, even if you take parts of that path and apply them to your practice. All magic is intention, and without setting your intention you can not commence. More than that, by creating a magical obligation you are actually creating a magical current within yourself that will assist you through your progress.
Third is the teachings of an appropriate nature. Now, this is a difficult matter to look at. You may say that you can learn the material without an initiation, and indeed you can. But, there is a difference between learning and knowing. To elaborate on this, I will draw on some of the verbiage from my experience as a clinical hypnotherapist and an NLP practitioner. When you are in a physical initiation, you are blindfolded, led around poked and prodded, sprinkled with water (you assume), smell things, hear things and so on. All of this is before your blindfold is removed. When it is removed, you eyes, which are use to being in the dark, are assaulted with light, colors and sights that, hopefully, you were not aware of previously. This process works to overload the conscious mind and to place the initiate into a hypnotic state. In this state, which is apparent in the latter half of the Neophyte initiation, you are given a slew of information on the officers, the symbols of the temple and so on. This is not given with the intention that you will consciously remember it. Rather, by being in a hypnotic state it is impressed into your subconscious where it will grow and blossom. It actually becomes a part of you rather than something you consciously have learned, and this is far more powerful than studying alone.
The fourth element of initiation is aligning and manipulating the subtle energies of the initiate according to the nature of the initiation. Now we are getting to the heart of the initiation process. This is where subtle changes are made in the initiates energy body to align them with the intention and focus of the initiation. The initiation for each grade in the Golden Dawn is unique, and is designed to do specific things. To accomplish this subtle bodies are manipulated, energetic motions and actions are taken, and changes are made to the initiate. Pat Zalewski has likened this to psychic surgery, and I would have to agree. It is a powerful process that brings things into alignment and establishes connections. In some instances, it is singling out a particular aspect and working on it in the candidate, which forces them to work on it consciously over a course of time. This is the alchemical processes of separation, pruification and cohobotion, and is a process which is carried out over several grades and initiations.
Finally, there is the impression and inscribing of specific symbols into the subtle bodies of the initiate. With this, symbols are, for lack of a better term, "burned into" the subtle bodies of the initiate. These symbols serve to protect, to assist and to guide the initiate as he or she makes their journey through the grades and beyond. These symbols create a resonance between the initiate and other forces including the specific energies of the Golden Dawn. This brings a person into the influence and guidance of the current and permanently connects them to it. These can be removed, as when a member is expelled from the Order for some reason, but this process is complicated and well beyond the scope of this discussion.
When looking at initiation, whether in a Temple or through self-initiation, at least the last four of these must be met. If they are not, the initiate would be missing key elements in their progress through the Golden Dawn experience. Obviously, if you are in a Temple, you should be receiving all five. Now, Pat Zalewski notes in his Rituals and Commentaries book that it is possible for an inexperienced group to perform the ritual and receive initiation from it, meaning that all five points are met. Using his instructions, I concur. He then, in the same book, gives not only the rituals but a well detailed description of what each officer does during the ritual and the effects that the ritual should have on the initiate. He also recommends that each member go through all the initiations. So, you might be Hierophant one week and then go through the same initiation as the initiate the next. Provided that each member has studied the materials well and is applying them properly there is no reason why this can not work. This is not self-initiation, but the formation of a new Temple in the process of performing initiations. While a properly trained officer body would be preferable, this method will, in time, produce that and is, in my opinion, a reasonable second.
Next, let's look at each of the three self-initiation methods I mentioned earlier and see how they meet the requirements.
In regard to Don Kraig's book, he has made it easy. He clearly states that his method, while containing elements of the Golden Dawn, is not the Golden Dawn. What Don did is in essence create his own tradition and system. It is, in fact, one that I hold in high regard even if Don and I disagreed on parts of it. That being said, I respect it for what it is, and it is not Golden Dawn and does not meet the four essential requirements for initiation into the Golden Dawn.
Next, let's look at LTC's book Kabbalah, Magic and the Great Work of Self-Transformation. What struck me about his curriculum as I was going through it was not that it missed several of the parts of the initiation process but that he completely disregarded them. There is no magical obligation that is formed. While it does present teachings, there is no effort made to impart them into the subconscious, but presents them so that they pass through the conscious mind where the natural filters of the mind delete, distort and generalize the data. This is a natural process that we all do when learning consciously. This is also why it is so important to enter into the hypnotic state first, so that the information presented bypasses those filters. For the manipulation of the subtle energies and bodies, LTC relies on the LRP, Middle Pillar and other meditational and ritual exercises. While these do produce the effect of manipulating the energies, they do not manipulate them in the way provided in the initiation ceremonies. Also, in regards to the fifth point, the symbols that are impressed into the initiate's subtle bodies are not present in the LRP, Middle Pillar, LRH, or any of the adept grade rituals he recommends. How can they properly be impressed into the person if they are not there. Now, much like Don's book, LTC established his own way of doing magic and allowing others to self-initiate. And, Like Don's book, it is valid. But it is not an initiation that is in any way Golden Dawn in nature. It can certainly produce competent magicians, but not Golden Dawn members.
Finally, let's take a look at the Cicero's Self-Initiation into the Golden Dawn Tradition. As those who have followed my posts and comments no doubt know I am a huge proponent of this curriculum. However, I am going to attempt to be purely objective and look at it from the perspective of it providing the necessary elements of initiation. First, as the Cicero's have taken the initiations and modified them for self-initiation, they do take the initiate through the process of creating a magical obligation. Rather than being witnessed and empowered by observing members, it is witnessed by the godforms and the Higher Consciousness of the candidate and empowered by their energies. With regards to providing appropriate teachings, the ritual does just as in an initiation performed by an officer body. It is difficult, however, to enter into that hypnotic state where the teachings bypass the critical mind. They get around this by encouraging repeated performance of the initiation. The first time you preform it you are focused on getting it right. Through repeated performances you relax and slip into a comfortable point where you are experiencing it rather than being focused on the performance. This is another way of entering into a hypnotic state. This does then, if the process is followed and repeated, meet the element of hypnotic learning. The subtle bodies are aligned and manipulated in accordance with the ritual, and proper visualizations and instructions are given. Likewise, the same is true for placing the symbols in the subtle bodies. So, it can be said that all of the requirements are met for self-initiation into the Golden Dawn.
The Cicero's book, as well as the development of Orders that work remotely, mark a large step in the evolution of the Golden Dawn. As other developments come, we must take the time to evaluate them based not only on being a new development but also preserving the things that make the Golden Dawn what it is. If you radically alter something such that it is unrecognizable it is no longer that original thing. The Golden Dawn, in particular, has many teaching and nuances that are powerful and purposeful, but are mostly neglected by those who do not take the time to learn the entire tradition. Many people take parts of it without fully understanding what they are doing and present it as something it is not. I think that, with regards to initiation in particular and the entire tradition in general, we who truly seek to practice and develop it have a responsibility to offer our advice and experience in a way that helps others as well as helps the tradition to grow. It is common place to say in occult circles that you can do whatever you want. And, you can! However, while what you do may work for you it does not make it a part of any tradition. No better, no worse. Honesty and openness are always the best policy.

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My SO is a bartendemanager. He gets out around midnight. I've worked food service, so I understand out-times are random and a menace.
He stays out until 2:30 am, normally. This is because he goes to the bar, the club, a friend's house, or all of the above on the way home. Consequence if living in a downtown area where his commute is a short walk, I guess. But then, he never messages me where he is going, when he is changing locations and to where, and when I wake up and see him not there, he usually doesn't answer his phone. 9/10 I don't know where the fuck he's been until after he stumbles in the door and tells me in person!
Reasons he thinks I should be okay with him drinking all night without telling me where he is or answering his phone: 1. I know the people he hangs with and they know me (If I know them so well, why don't I have their numbers to call them? If they know me so well, why don't they tell him to get his ass home?) 2. I'm allowed to go out! When? I'm not sure, because I'm busy holding down the fort while he sleeps all day before drinking all night. 3. It's after dark, we're all asleep, nothings going to happen. Nothing! Child has never spontaneously vomited and break-in's never happen. Nothing's going to happen, guys, we're all paranoid for being in heightened protective mode while alone with the kids. That's my own damn, uppity fault! 4. Sometimes he's right around the corner. Why should he answer his phone if he's so close?
I know this is already long, but it only gets worse. Sometimes, he'll stay out as late as 4am, 5am--two months ago he didn't get home until 6am! I had been up since 4:30am trying to find his ass, my last message was from him leaving work around 11pm, and was worried that he had been arrested or run over or something. Nope! He had a few drinks, went to some woman's house to smoke a joint, then fell asleep on her couch. Fell asleep so hard he didn't hear or feel his phone go off. That's his story anyway. But it's cool, y'all, I met the bitch twice before so that means he wasn't cheating! (/s)
When I confronted him, he broke my phone. I slapped his face, so he punched me. I was honestly more upset about him breaking my phone, since it messed with my freelance business. I had to wait for him to get paid to buy me a new one.
I do work a weekend job, from 7am-11pm Sat and Sun. Intense hours, but it's $18/hrs and I don't have to go in the rest of the week! I love it! So last night I asked him to please come straight home after work.
2am, he's not here.
I don't know why, bromos, but it was here that I had a legit panic attack. My limbs were shaking, my whole stomach was in pain, I thought I was going to vomit. He went to the bar, had beers, messaged he was coming home at 1:30am, then got wrapped up in conversation and didn't. I don't know where my panic attack is coming from; I'm shaking while typing this. My boss said I could stay home this morning and see how I feel at 3pm. Then I can go to work or wait till tomorrow.
What I want to do is crawl in a hole and go apartment hunting. I'm so done, I'm so tired of his excuses, and I told him that his behavior is what makes me think he's cheating. Not paranoia, not my friends, his behavior!
My friends want to go to the restaurant where Couch Bitch works, wearing the sluttiest outfits we have, and request her section. We'll be nice! Real nice. 😈😼

Hi,
I have recently installed a security NVR camera system and connected it into the LAN port of one of my satellite X60 units.
Is there anyway to make this unit go onto the guest network or anyway to make it go on a separate LAN network to protect my normal network?
If that's not the case, if I do an address reservation for the security NVR system with 192.168.69.50 whereas all the other devices in my network are 192.168.68.XX, does that create any security or separation?
Thank you.

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"Think of this as a chance at revenge," Sweeney said.
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Revenge.
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What a moronically quaint idea.
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This jumped up little shit had come into my home, interrupted my retirement and here he was talking to me about revenge, as if he knew the first thing about what I’d seen, what I’d been through, why I’d quit.
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Looking into his eyes, I knew he didn’t understand. I knew he couldn’t.
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I've been hunting vampires for most of my life. I've killed more of them than I can count. But Clementine Di Cesare was no ordinary vampire. Hell, none of the Di Cesares were ordinary vampires, but even among them Clementine was… unique. She was the one all the others quietly feared. The one who was even spoken of with reverence by the Di Cesares masters, those twin Immortals who could not be killed by any weapon of this world. Seeking revenge against her was like seeking revenge against death itself.
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“Revenge?” I repeated, with a dismissive scoff.
“You’re really going to tell me that after what she put you through, you don’t want revenge?” Sweeney asked.
“If you knew what she did to me, you’d know why I don’t want revenge,” I replied.
“Really? Sorry Franklin, but I don’t buy that. Look, I get it if you’re reluctant to jump back into the fight. I do. You of all people know just how dangerous the Di Cesare’s are. Especially ‘La Morte’.”
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I looked over at him as he said that name. It rolled off his tongue so irreverently. To him, it was just a name. An alias assigned to some vampire he’s only heard of stories. He didn’t utter it with the respect it deserved, and I almost couldn’t be bothered to correct him. Any words spent on this small minded glory hound were probably wasted.
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“Yes, I do know.”
“Which is why I need you,” Sweeney said. He almost sounded as if he were pleading with me. “Think of this as an opportunity to set things right… to put that vampire bitch in the ground where she belongs, and save God only knows how many lives in the process!”
I sighed.
He just didn’t get it.
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“Mark my words, Mr. Sweeney, if you chase after Clementine Di Cesare, you’ll end far more lives than you save. She didn’t get a name like ‘La Morte’ for nothing. She earned it. Purchased it with the blood of the tens of thousands she’s sent screaming into the maw of Hell. She is not something you chase, Sweeney.”
“She’s a vampire,” Sweeney said dismissively. “She’s another enemy to destroy.”
“That’s what George Bundy said,” I replied. “Then not too long after, he died.”
“I’m not George Bundy,” Sweeney said.
“No. You sure as hell ain’t,” I agreed, before looking the kid in the eye.
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He thought he was an up and comer, climbing the ranks of the Brethren. He probably thought of himself as some sort of badass vampire hunter too, when in reality he could never have so much as dreamed of holding a candle to the likes of Bundy… or hell, any of the men who’d died in Brazil.
“You should watch your tone with me,” Sweeney warned.
“Or you’ll do what?” I asked, “You ain’t going to frighten me with vague threats, boy. I’ve walked through Hell, trying to kill the Devil. What have you done?”
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Sweeney bit his lip but didn’t respond.
“There’s nothing you can say or do that will intimidate me,” I said, before lighting myself a cigarette. I stared at the road outside of my porch, old memories flooding back to me before looking over at Sweeney again. He sat in his chair beside me like a sulky child. This was the man who wanted to destroy the Di Cesare family? Pathetic.
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“Exactly how much do you know about the Brazil Job?” I asked.
“I know it was a failure. Clementine Di Cesare killed most of the men the Brethren sent out… all except for you. You were the only one good enough to beat her.”
“Good enough…” I repeated with a huff, “Hardly… whatever picture you’ve got in your head of some glorified battle, throw it away. Trust me, the Brazil Job was anything but glorious. It was a two hour long trek through Hell. And I didn’t beat Di Cesare at the end of it. I survived her. They’re two different things entirely.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” Sweeney said.
“You wouldn’t, would you?” I sighed and took another drag on my cigarette.
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This kid wasn’t going to leave until I made him understand… so I told him my story. I told him everything even though I knew he’d learn nothing from it.
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***
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I’d joined up with the Brethren Knights of St. Fontaine back in the 1980s to hunt monsters. Back then, it seemed like the best use of my skills. I’d done my tours with the army, but even after I got out, I was still looking for an enemy to fight. So naturally, once I found out that vampires were real, I set my sights on them. It seemed like the most sensible thing to do at the time.
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The Brethren Knights fancied themselves the descendants of the Knights Templar, and they insisted that their God given mission was to protect mankind from the things that lurked in the shadows. I didn’t really have much love for God at the time, but if the Bretheren were the ones fighting the monsters, then I was happy to tolerate the Jesus freaks in their ranks.
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It was 1988 when we first heard whispers of the Imperium. A supposed cabal of vampires, trying to get them organized. At the time, it’d seemed too crazy to be true. Vampires generally went their own way, in my experience. At most, they might have a partner but other than they they didn’t really socialize with their own kind. But supposedly someone out there had the big fucking balls to keep them in line, and whoever they were, they scared the shit out of the Brethren.
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They’d started targeting high profile vampires, trying to find someone who was involved in this ‘Imperium’, hoping that maybe they might get someone to talk. And it wasn’t long until they found someone who did.
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From my understanding, the vampire they captured didn’t seem to know much about who was actually running the show. But they knew who their second in command was… and that was when I first head about the Di Cesare family.
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The name was familiar to some of the higher ups in the Brethren, and I’d heard some stories. Not sure which were true, but the long and short of it was that the Di Cesare’s and the Brethren shared a bloody history, and didn’t particularly like each other too much.
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George Bundy explained it to me like this at one point: ‘The Di Cesare’s are an old family. Most of them used to be witches, up until their Matriarch turned them into vampires. Now they’re a whole new kind of nasty. Far as I know, the only time anyone’s actually managed to kill one was about 200 years ago. Anyone who’s tried since has ended up dead, so most folks don’t even bother anymore.’
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I guess it shouldn’t have been surprising they’d be involved in the Imperium, but the mere mention of their name ruffled some feathers higher up on the chain of command, and eventually they put out a kill order on them. Most of the Di Cesare’s were generally pretty hard to track down, but the top brass had a pretty good line on their matriarch, Bianca Di Cesare. Supposedly, she’d been spotted near the family’s private estate in Brazil and rumor had it that most of her daughters were there too.
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Normally, the brass wouldn’t have sanctioned any kind of attack on them. The Di Cesare’s were already considered off limits, and attacking them at their private estate was considered damn near impossible. The estate was located in a small mining town outside of Manaus called Refugio de Julia, or just Julia for short. The town was fairly remote, being only accessible from a few backroads and most folks tended to avoid it, claiming they’d had various strange encounters in the area. Their accounts described unsettling pale figures with dark hair and large green eyes working in the mines, although some of the more disturbing stories we heard involved sightings of other creatures in the jungle surrounding the town. Massive spiders with humanoid faces, tending rotting corpses filled with stinging bees, giant howling beasts who tore through the forest, hunting prey, and beautiful women who would appear in the nearby towns, betwitching men into coming away with them only to reveal themselves as monsters who fed on the blood of their victims. Some had even claimed the Di Cesares themselves were such beasts… although those claims weren’t taken quite as seriously.
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A skeptic might say the stories that surrounded Julia seemed like little more than just local superstition… but the Brethren had been dealing with the supernatural for long enough to recognize when something was probably real, and when it was probably fake and they knew damn well that most of the stories about Julia were probably true. None of them had ever dared set foot in Julia to find out for sure, since doing so would probably be suicide, but the theory was that the Di Cesares had created Julia as something of a refuge for other creatures. Other vampires, werewolves, arachne, karah and all sorts of other hellspawn. They offered them a home and safety in exchange for their labor in the mines. Hell, the name of the town more or less spelled it out.
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Refugio de Julia
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Julia’s Haven.
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Julia had been the name of the only member of the Di Cesare family that the Brethren had ever killed, so I guess it was only fitting they named the town after her.
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I honestly think using other creatures like them as a workforce was a bit inspired… since it made Julia damn near impenetrable. Reaching their estate at the far side of the town would have been impossible without being noticed by every creature of hell living in that town, and odds are they’d tear anyone apart long before they even reached the gates of the Di Cesare estate. And if one had the bright idea to approach the estate from another angle, they’d be trudging through miles and miles of rainforest to do so, only end up face to face with a massive stone wall that kept the rainforest out.
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In effect - the Di Cesare estate was a fortress. Getting in would be no easy feat, to say nothing of confronting the vampires within. But with the fear of the Imperium gnawing at the back of their minds, the Brethren had finally set their minds to trying.
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George Bundy had been the one in charge of planning the operation out.
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I’d known Bundy before I’d joined up with the Brethren. Hell, Bundy was the whole reason I’d joined the Brethren. He’d been my CO a number of years back, and he’d earned his reputation as a hardass just about ten or twenty times over. Bundy was a gruff looking man with a bushy moustache and intense eyes. During the years I knew him, I don’t believe I ever once saw him so much as crack a smile. He only ever seemed to speak when he felt there was something he needed to say. Otherwise, he was usually dead silent.
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He was somewhere in his late fifties back in 88. By all rights, he ought to have retired years ago. But he refused.
“I’m a soldier,” He said, when I asked him about it once. “That’s all I am. I don’t know what else to be.”
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Bundy’s initial plan had been to hit the Di Cesare estate from the air. Come in fast and loud with a couple of helicopters and see how those vampires stood up to some good old American flak. The idea got shot down pretty quickly, so to speak. Apperantly, most if not all of the Di Cesares had cursed their own bodies, causing whatever wound one inflicted on them to appear on whoever it was who had wounded them. Going in guns blazing would have ended in a bloodbath… and not for them. There were also some concerns about drawing attention from Julia. With no conclusive data on just what they had living in that town, there was no guarantee we’d be safe in the air. A few eyewitnesses had described seeing giant nests in some of the trees in the jungle, supposedly consistent with the nests made by harpies.
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Flying in guns blazing was out. So Bundy went back to the drawing board and what he came back with… well, it was ballsy, but it almost seemed like it just might work. During his reconnisance of the Di Cesare’s estate, he’d noticed a large but shallow tributary flowing into the amazon river that led right through the Di Cesare’s estate. Along the tributary was an abandoned water mill, that connected to the Di Cesare estate.
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He’d suggested using the water mill to gain entry to the grounds, and from there, move on the Di Cesare’s. That plan had been approved, and Bundy had been allowed to handpick his team for the operation. He’d chosen fifteen men, all of them ex military, most of them having served under him before.
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He’d told us we would be dividing into three teams of five men each. We would leave Manaus by boat, and land at three different areas near the tributary before making our way to the mill on foot, where we would regroup, before moving on the Di Cesares. The reason for the division was to ensure that if any of our teams ran into trouble upon making ground, the entire operation wouldn’t be compromised.
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Team 1, led by Bundy himself would depart first and land to the west of the tributary. Team 2, led by a man named Ferdinand Hernandez would make land about fifteen minutes later near the mouth of the tributary and Team 3, to be led by me would land fifteen minutes later to the east.
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On the day of the operation, I sat in my boat, watching as the other two left. It was twilight when we set out, and I remember that as my team and I carried out our final checks on our equipment, the only thing I felt was a familiar anticipation.
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I’d hesitate to call it fear. Fear is what came later. Anticipation is the better word. I knew we could be walking into a tough situation… but I trusted Bundy. I trusted he’d run a smooth op. God knew, he’d done it a thousand times before.
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The team assigned to me wasn’t anything particularly special. They were competent enough, but none of them would’ve been my first choices. Jack McMullen, for instance, who was about the same age as I was at the time. We’d both served under Bundy before, although while I respected Bundy, Jack was wholly devoted to him. I swear, if the man had told him to stuff a live grenade up his ass, Jack would’ve done it without a moments hesitation. I dunno if Jack simply saw him as the father he’d never had or what, but he damn near worshipped Bundy.
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I can’t quite say the same for the other guys we had with us, though. One of them, some greenhorn by the name of Pearce Wilson struck me as an airheaded pretty boy who’d never actually had his boots on the ground before, while the other one, Scott Barber had left a bad taste in my mouth last time we’d worked together. Barber was capable… but he was violent. This was a kid with a hell of a chip on his shoulder, and it looked a hell of a lot like that Confederate flag patch he wore on his jacket. He wanted an excuse to shoot something, and I don’t think he cared what. Under most circumstances I’m not sure I would’ve fully trusted him with a gun.
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The last one though, Joseph Feng… him I trusted. Feng was the one I knew the least about, and he didn’t seem much for conversation. But he handled himself competently enough and seemed to know when to sit down and shut up.
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When Team 2’s boat was far enough away, we got the radio signal to follow. Barber was the one steering the boat, so I gave him the order to cast off and we ventured out into the twilight, unaware of just what was waiting for us out there.
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***
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We landed in our designated area fifteen minutes after Team 2 confirmed they’d touched down at theirs. Our landing was fairly uneventful. Feng, Barber, and I secured the boat before we radio’d Bundy to let him know we were in position. After that, it was just a matter of making it to the tributary.
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As we ventured into the jungle, the world around us was quiet. There was wind, the whisper of the river behind us, and the sounds of animals. But little else. The river fell away behind us as we moved in single file toward the tributary, maintaining radio silence as we did.
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It was about a half hour before we heard the gunshot.
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Just one, echoing through the twilight. But it was enough to give us pause.
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“The fuck was that?” I heard Barber ask. Immediately, the kid was on high alert, with his gun raised as if he were expecting every monster in Julia to come charging at us from all angles.
I just listened, waiting to hear if there was anything else. I half expected my radio to come to life, but it didn’t.
“Team 1, status?” I asked.
The radio crackled with static, but there was no response.
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I tried it again, but still with no success. The radio was working, that much I was sure of. Something had to be blocking the signal.
“What’s going on?” Feng asked.
“Dunno,” I replied. “Comms are down.”
“Down?” Wilson asked, “So we’re flying blind out here, then?”
“More or less,” I replied.
“What do we do? Do we go back… if the comms are down…”
“Just because something’s jamming our signal doesn’t mean we’re made,” I said. “Relax. We keep moving for now. You keep your eyes wide open, and your head on a swivel. We’ll make it to the tributary and see if we can’t meet up with the other teams.”
I could tell Wilson wasn’t a fan of my answer, but I didn’t much care. We had a job to do, and I aimed to do it.
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I pressed on without a further word and the others followed. Up ahead, I could hear the sound of running water and picked up the pace. I figured the tributary had to be close… and I was right.
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I emerged from the brush into the stream, only to pause when I saw what was waiting for us in the water.
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In the dying sunlight, it was impossible to mistake the bodies sprawled out on the rocks as anything else… and all I needed to do was look at their uniforms to know they were our people.
“Jesus…” I heard Wilson say under his breath. He froze up, lingering by the bank as I cautiously approached one of the bodies.
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It belonged to a somewhat heavyset man with a thin mustache who I recognized as Hernandez. His eyes were still open, although lifeless and staring in different directions, and there was a clean hole in his forehead where a bullet had ended his life. The gunshot we’d heard earlier had likely been the sound of his death.
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Looking at the bodies around him, I knew they had to be the rest of Team 2… although it was a little harder pinning down their cause of death. Some sort of bladed weapon, perhaps, judging by the state of them. I realized the odds were that they walked into some sort of ambush.
“What about Bundy and Team 1?” Jack asked, “Any sign of them?”
“No,” I said. “These bodies are all from Team 2… Bundy could still be ahead of us.”
“Then we need to keep going!”
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Jack turned, heading up the stream and Barber was right behind him. Feng paused for a moment, thinking this over before following. Only Wilson remained.
“How do we know we’re not walking into a trap?” He asked.
“We’ll deal with that when we get to it,” I said before moving to follow the others.
“With all due respect, Sarge… that doesn’t sound like the best course of action!” Wilson argued, finally following me. “It sounds just like a good way to get killed!”
“Yeah?” I asked, “I’m gonna tell you an ugly truth, kid. That’s the job. Make your peace with it, and it’ll go a lot easier.”
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Wilson didn’t like that answer either and trailed off behind me, watching as I continued upstream. For a moment, I half expected him to go back to the boat… but no. I dunno if he found his balls or just didn’t want to get left behind, but he started to follow us again.
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I kept trying to raise Team 1 on the radio while we walked, although I still had no luck. The light above us slowly faded into darkness as we trudged through the water in silence, guns sitting comfortably in our hands and mosquitos biting at our necks.
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It wasn’t until we lost Feng that I heard anybody so much as make a sound, and when we lost Feng… it happened almost instantaneously. One minute, he was at the head of the group, walking just ahead of Jack and I. The next, he was gone, only barely having the time to let out a scream as he fell into the river ahead of us.
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The rest of us paused. Jack seemed to freeze and I pushed past him, calling out for Feng as I did. As punishment for my compassion, I almost went down after him. I only barely stopped myself from stepping on the slippery rocks that had helped send him to his demise.
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I could see Feng’s body in the water, and I could see the blood pouring out of him. He twitched a few times, but I knew he was dead. The sharpened wooden spikes jutting out of him confirmed as much.
“What the hell…” Jack said under his breath, staring at Feng’s corpse in disbelief. “That’s a fucking spike trap!”
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Yeah.
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It was indeed a fucking spike trap.
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I could see other spikes jutting out of the water ahead of us, just past a small dam of rocks that were just slippery enough to make it difficult to stop yourself from falling. Some of those spikes had other bodies on them… likely members of Team 1. I only counted two, although that still didn’t exactly bode well.
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“They put a fucking spike trap in the goddamn stream…” Jack said, “Who the hell does that?”
“Somebody who’s expecting us to use the stream,” I replied.
“So they know we’re coming?” Barber asked.
“Clearly…” I replied. “And they’ve got a good idea on what our route is too.”
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“Yeah, no shit!” Barber snapped. “Christ… let’s get the fuck out of here. There’s probably more fucking traps upstream!”
“Bundy’s orders were clear!” Jack argued.
“Bundy’s probably dead by now!” Barber replied, before looking at me. “Sarge, come on. You have to know this is suicide!”
“Suicide was part of the job description, was it not?” I asked.
“The job is to kill those fucking vampires, not to die in the goddamn process! We need to get out of the stream and into the woods!”
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“Judging by the fate Team 2 met, I’m not sure the forest is someplace we want to be right now,” I replied.
“Excuse me?” Barber asked, “What the hell are you talking about, Sarge?”
“Five men dead, but only one gunshot. How did the rest die?”
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Barber didn’t seem to be able to answer that.
“By now… yes. It’s clear we’ve walked into a trap. And yes, I understand that it makes sense to try and leave that trap… but I don’t know if we’ll be safer in the jungle. Something jumped Team 2. Cut them apart, and then shot Hernandez as a warning. They didn’t have to shoot him. They did it so we’d hear.”
“Your point being?” Barber asked.
“I don’t think this is just a trap, Barber. It’s a game. Stop playing, and you might just end up like our friends downstream.”
“A game?” Wilson asked, “Sarge, you can’t be serious!”
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“From where I’m standing, we have a better chance of surviving in the stream,” I said. “Look, we’re at least halfway to the rendezvous point, and there have to be at least two members of Team 1 left. The safest thing to do right now is to follow them.”
“You’re off your fucking rocker, Sarge,” Barber spat, locking his eyes with mine. For a moment, I thought the boy was going to try and fight me. But no. He was wise enough to stand down.
“If you wanna get yourself killed, go right the fuck ahead. Just leave me out of it! Wilson, come on,” Barber said before trudging over to the edge of the stream. Wilson didn’t even hesitate, just looking back at Jack and I quietly before he disappeared into the forest with Barber.
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“You’re not gonna stop them?” Jack asked.
“No,” I replied. “God willing, there’s a chance that pigheaded asshole is right… dunno how much of a chance, but a chance.”
“Then how come we’re not following him?” Jack asked.
“There’s also a chance he’s wrong.”
I turned, before making my way around the spike trap.
“Keep a slower pace,” I said. “Watch for traps.”
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Jack hesitated for a moment, but he followed me without any further questions and we walked in silence for a little longer.
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We heard nothing from the trees. Nothing that told us about the fate of Barber and Wilson. I wasn’t sure if that was good news or not.
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In fact, I don’t think we heard a thing until about a half hour later, when we heard the explosion.
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It came out of almost nowhere, but ahead of us I could see a flash of light and hear the screams of men. On instinct, I found myself picking up the pace and could hear Jack behind me. In the low light, I saw a shape float past me in the stream. It took me a moment to realize that it was a severed human arm.
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In the water ahead of us, I could see a figure clinging to one of the rocks and trying to pick himself up. I recognized him as George Bundy.
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Jack was at his side almost immediately, trying to help the old man to his feet.
“Sir! Are you alright?”
Bundy just wheezed, before his legs gave out from under him. I helped Jack drag him to the shore so he could sit and rest for a moment.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, looking back at the stream.
“Grenade trap… I think…” Bundy panted, “Fucking tripwire… Popkov tripped it, I think…”
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Popkov… odds are he was one of the two mangled corpses lying in the river a few feet away from us. It seemed they’d taken the brunt of the explosion, although Bundy still had some shrapnel in his arm that Jack was tending to.
“Christ… whole fucking ops gone to shit…” Bundy spat. “Team 2 got taken out just about as soon as they landed. Someone killed them and dumped them in the goddamn river. Lost half my boys to the fucking spike trap and half to this…”
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He looked up at us, before spitting onto the ground.
“Guess you two haven’t done much better.”
“Hard to say,” I replied. “Two of ours took off into the woods, trying to avoid the traps.”
“Then they’re dead,” Bundy replied. “I’ve seen her watching us… always just up ahead, always from a distance… she’s seeing how far we’ll go. How much we’ll take…”
“She?” I asked.
“La Morte. Should’ve figured she’d be the one to greet us.”
“La Morte?” I asked.
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“It’s Italian. Supposedly, she earned that name around the time the Di Cesares fled Venice. It’s funny, the Brethren like to act like the Di Cesares leaving Venice was some big victory of theirs, since before they did, they finally killed one of them… hard to call it a victory though, considering how many corpses they made before they fled. And most of them came from La Morte…”
Bundy winced in pain as Jack bandaged his arm before he continued talking.
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“See… when the Di Cesare’s left Venice, one of them stayed behind. Clementine, the Scorpio sister. Guess she was unwilling to leave the fight unfinished… and according to the stories, the death toll she personally amassed in the years after the Di Cesare’s left Venice make the bodies they claimed during the Venetian Massacre a hundred and fifty years prior look like a pittance. The Brethren still occupying the city started to call her La Morte. Death. Cuz wherever she went, death followed in her wake… and it seems we’ve walked right into her open arms, haven’t we, boys?”
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“You’re sure it’s her?” I asked.
“She’s a Di Cesare… and the shit we’ve seen out here… I don’t see any other Di Cesare setting those traps. It’s her. I’m sure of it. She’s watching us. Seeing how far we’ll go. Seeing if we’ll turn tail…”
“Should we?” Jack asked, and Bundy finally seemed to acknowledge him.
“Excuse me?” He asked.
“Should we? Look, sir… I’d follow you into the mouth of Hell, but right now, we’re down from fifteen men to three. Can’t say I’m optimistic about our chances right now. If this woman is half as bad as you’re saying she is, maybe it’s time we took a step back!”
​
Jack looked at me, hoping I might back him up, but I remained silent.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Bundy asked.
“What I’m hearing here, is that as of right now, the vampire out there could kill us at any time. She hasn’t. Far as I’m concerned, that’s mercy. Maybe we should be taking it while it’s offered.”
Bundy stared at him, before chuckling. I think it was the first time I’d ever seen him laugh.
​
“Just walk away, then?” He asked.
“Walk away, and come back better prepared!” Jack corrected.
“Walk away,” Bundy said again. “We walk away now, and there won’t be a chance to come back better prepared. We get one shot at this. One. Failure is not an option. We go in there and we kill them or we die. End of discussion.”
“And how exactly are we even supposed to kill them?” Jack asked, “That curse they have… bullets aren’t gonna do shit, sir!”
“Yours won’t, mine will…”
Bundy pulled his pistol from his holster. I noticed some sort of pattern crudely engraved on it.
​
“I’ve been doing some research… studied the curse they put on themselves… and I think I’ve found a way to break it. Not sure if it’ll work yet… but we get one chance to test it.”
Jack stared at the gun, then back at Bundy.
“Sir… do you hear yourself?” He asked quietly, “You can’t be serious… right now, even with that gun we don’t stand a chance in he-”
​
The gunshot echoed through the forest and made me jump. Jack’s voice died in his throat as he hit the ground.
​
Bundy stared at him for a moment, before huffing and holstering his pistol again. He draped his coat over his shoulders, before looking over at me.
“No room for failure, Frank,” He said calmly.
I didn’t know what to say to that. I stared down at Jack’s body, my mouth hanging open slightly. When I looked back at Bundy, he was already back in the stream.
​
There was a tense silence between Bundy and I as I followed him along the final stretch of the tributary. He trudged on ahead, covered in sweat and straining with every step, but I could sense the quiet determination he had to see this through. Looking at him, you could’ve told me that George Bundy could wipe out the Di Cesare’s all by himself and I would have believed it in a second.
​
The night around us was full of sound, and each one drew my attention. I watched the forest, expecting to see some sign of La Morte watching us. But I saw nothing, except for what she wanted me to see.
“Mill’s just up ahead,” I heard Bundy say as we pressed on, although I noticed his steps faltering as he seemed to notice something in the trees above us. I stopped behind him, looking up before seeing what he saw, and when I saw it I felt my stomach turn.
​
I’d seen death before.
But what Di Cesare had left out for us… that was something else.
Pearce Wilson and Scott Barber weren’t dead.
But if they could have spoke, I’ve got no doubt they would have begged us to kill them. Wilsons pretty face was covered in blood and his pouty lips were parted as more trickled out of him. His curly blond hair was matted and I could see crimson there. Tree branches portruded from his ribs, while the loops of his entrails dangled out of his opened stomach. And Barber was in just about the same state, only he seemed to at least have the ability to turn his head to look at us.
​
I think he might have tried to speak, but the only sound he seemed to be able to make was a pained whimper.
“Jesus Christ…” I said softly.
“He had nothing to do with this,” Bundy replied. He took one last look at the two dying men hanging from the trees, before moving on.
“We should put them out of their misery, sir,” I said.
​
Bundy paused, before looking back at me.
“Don’t waste the ammo, Frank,” He replied. “They’re already dead.”
“Not yet they’re not!”
“Give them time. They chose to go into the woods. They can live with the consequences… for however long that lasts.”
​
With that, he left them. If I were a more compassionate man, I would have put them out of their misery. But no. Bundy moved on and so did I.
​
He approached the water mill, before examining it. It was an old building, made of stone that had long since been overgrown by moss, and sat right on the wall that separated the Di Cesares estate from the amazon. It hardly looked secure, even if the only entrance hadn’t just been an old wooden door secured with a padlock, finding a way in wouldn’t have been difficult. And it didn’t take much for Bundy to break through that door. All he needed was a couple of well placed kicks and it swung right open.
​
Drawing his gun, Bundy strode inside and I followed him.
“The Di Cesare’s will be in the main house,” He said. “We should find a way in through the back, try and catch them off guard. Main target should be the matriarch, Bianca. Her we should prioritize keeping alive… the rest are expendable.”
​
“Much as you are, I’m sure.” A voice called from deeper in the mill, and both Bundy and I froze.
I noticed movement on the floor above us, and through the shadows, I saw a tall woman watching us. She was dressed all in black, with blond hair tied back in a ponytail and the intense eyes of a soldier.
​
This had to be Clementine Di Cesare.
​
Bundy aimed his pistol at her, although she only barely seemed to notice.
“Only two of you left… I’m not sure the odds are in your favor,” The woman said. Her voice was low, calm and quiet.
“Only one way to find out,” Bundy growled.
“And only one way to walk out of this place alive,” Di Cesare countered. “You can put the gun down, turn and walk away. I won’t stop you. There’s no shame in living.”
​
“All the bodies you’ve left in your wake… that’s rich,” Bundy said.
“I don’t relish what I’ve done. I simply don’t know how to do anything else,” She replied. “Think about this, Bundy. Over my lifetime, there have been countless thousands who have come to kill me. All of them are dead, but I am not. Even if you could kill me… you could not kill my sisters. Not all of them. Not before they came for you.”
“Just you, would be enough…” Bundy said, before pulling the trigger.
​
I knew he’d hit her. I knew the bullet pierced her shoulder. But that woman… she didn’t even flinch. She simply dove out of the way before he could shoot again, taking cover and avoiding his next shot.
“Frank, upstairs!” Bundy snapped, “Flush her out!”
I went, trudging up the old wooden steps with my rifle drawn. Only to see Di Cesare vaulting over the railing and back down to the ground floor as soon as I made it up there.
​
Bundy shot at her again, only to miss for a second time. I saw Di Cesare’s arm move, and heard him cry out in pain. In the low light, I could see a dagger protruding from his shoulder. He stumbled back a step, leaving himself open for only a split second.
​
That second was all it took for Di Cesare to raise her own gun and fire just one shot.
​
George Bundy hit the ground without so much as a final scream. There was just a simple hole in his skull where she had shot him.
​
I felt my heart start to race faster. My eyes settled on Bundy’s gun, and I ran for the railing, vaulting it and dropping to the ground below with a thud. Di Cesare shot at me, and I felt the bullet tear through my leg. I reached out for the fallen gun and grabbed it before turning it on Di Cesare, only to find myself staring down the barrel of her own pistol. My finger rested on the trigger, but I didn’t have the guts to pull it.
​
"Kill me, and you will not see the sun tomorrow." She said, her voice still cold and calm.
“Killing you is part of the job…” I replied, but my finger still couldn’t squeeze the trigger.
“And is it worth your life?” Di Cesare asked. “You fail your mission either way.”
“And die with some goddamn honor…”
“There’s no such thing as honor. There is alive and there is dead. Choose.”
​
I knew what I was supposed to choose.
​
But my hands were shaking, as I stared into the face of death. My finger couldn’t squeeze the trigger.
​
The gun collapsed to the floor and Di Cesare kicked it away from me, before huffing and lowering her gun.
“Do not return,” She said softly. “Or next time, I will unleash a hell upon you that will make you beg for simple traps.”
​
She picked Bundy’s gun up off the ground, and then she was gone. After I finally picked myself up off the ground, I was gone too.
​
As I walked back along the stream… I passed the corpses of the men we’d left behind. Barber and Wilson, Jack, Feng, Hernandez, and his team. The flies were already feasting on them. Animals had already torn at them. And as I looked down at their cold corpses, I knew I had made the right choice.
​
I filed my report with the Brethren. Told them that Di Cesare had wiped us out, and a few months later I quietly retired. I never looked back.
​
***
​
“You walked away from her?” Sweeney asked in disbelief, “You had her dead to rights and you walked away from her?”
“I chose to live,” I replied. “Can’t say I regret the decision either. Because of the choice I made, I met my wife and had my kids. I’ve lived the life I had because I chose not to throw it away on some vampire.”
​
Sweeney just shook his head.
“You could have gotten the first confirmed kill on a Di Cesare in two centuries, and you threw it away you fucking coward! I could execute you for that!” I noticed his hand hovering over the gun on his hip.
“You could.” I replied, before quietly unholstering the pistol I kept at my side. I aimed it at Sweeney’s head.
​
He stared at me like a slack jawed idiot.
“Would you like to give it a try?”
“W-what…?”
“Would you like to give it a try, Mr. Sweeney? Or would you like to see the sun tomorrow?”
He stared down the barrel of my gun, and I already knew what his choice would be.
​
Sweeney took a step back. I saw his hand move away from his holster, and I lowered the gun with a huff.
“Thought so,” I said.
Mr. Sweeney left me without another word.
I knew he would not return.

Context: The one-armed knight known as Sir Calabas approached your werewolf pack years ago with news that one among you held the power of a hero that once defeated the world-ending dragon, Asmond. He gave your father, the Alpha werewolf, the rusted hilt of a bladeless sword, calling it the Blade of Ember, and tasked him with finding the hero. Your older brother was selected and you've helped him train for the big confrontation as best you could. It seems the day has come. Asmond has awoken and the hero must confront him. You know your brother will win... right?
Setting: The werewolf village/ Mt. Ironside
Tags:[MMM4A][Kind Knight Speaker][Mean Older Bro Werewolf Speaker][Dragon Speaker][Kind Werewolf Listener][Prophecy][Slay the Dragon][Lore Drops][Enthusiastic][Underdog Listener][Fantasy][Magic][CW: Themes of Abuse/Neglect]
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[K] = Sir Calabas, the kindly one-armed knight
[B] = Remrik, your older brother
[A] = Asmond, the world-ending dragon
[Scene opens within your village]
[SFX: Old-timey village ambiance/ the occasional howl followed by a horse trotting along and armored feet hitting the ground]
[You sit underneath the hut you call home when you see a familiar man wandering into your village]
[Pause!]
[You wave at him and he approaches with a smile]
“Runt! Good to see you again, little one. What are you doing underneath your hut?”
[Pause]
[His smile wanes slightly]
[K] “Ah. Your father is nursing a hangover and wanted you out of the house to sleep it off. Well, I suppose it’s good your Aunt is so good at covering the duties of an Alpha werewolf, hm?”
[Pause <3]
[K] “Hmhm… I know you don’t mind. Your enthusiasm is always a welcome sight amongst the other werewolves here if I might say. Getting your pack’s assistance in dealing with Asmond was already quite the trial, but you’ve always been a treat to speak with. Ah… With that said, is your brother about?”
[Pause!]
[K] “Ah, he’s polishing the sword’s hilt. Good. Have you seen the blade itself form yet?”
[...]
[The Knight raises an eyebrow]
[K] “He says he’s made the Blade of Ember manifest but doesn’t want to show it off until after Asmond is defeated? Mm… Has your father seen your brother manifest the blade?”
[Pause!]
[The Knight sighs in relief]
[K] “Good… It’d be incredibly unfortunate if the witch’s prophecy were wrong in the wake of a, well, world-ending dragon slumbering in the mountain. Especially when the mountain has begun to shake…”
[Pause?]
[K] “...Why does Asmond want to end the world?... Hm. You know, I never thought to ask him while he was ripping my arm off.”
[...]
[The Knight’s bitterness eases as he sees you shrink back from him a bit]
[K] “...Apologies, Runt. Part of being a hero is confronting people who cannot be reasoned with. Some people simply wish harm, and Asmond is one of them.”
[...Pause]
[He laughs a little]
[K] “You don’t understand but you’re still happy to see me?”
[The Knight smiles and ruffles your head gently]
[K] “Hm. Well, at least you’re happy to see me. I know werewolves and humans don’t typically get along but you’d think I’d have won your old man over with the whiskey by now, hm?”
[Pause]
[His smile fades slightly]
[K] “...Runt, you look like you got into a tussle with a wild boar. What happened?”
[Pause!]
[He listens, unreadable]
[K] “You’ve been helping your big brother train to slay the dragon? How so?”
[Pause]
[K] “...Sparring. And, ah, how have you found it?”
[Pause]
[He smiles at your enthusiasm. It’s a touch sad]
[K] “Yes, I imagine it is quite painful… but to see someone so young that loves their family so warms my old heart. You are earnest, Runt, even in the face of extreme cruelty.”
[Pause?]
[K] “Why do I say cruelty? Ah… I don’t mean to offend. I suppose it is just the difference in how humans and werewolves raise their children. My big brother and I would scrap all the time when we were young, but… he always knew when enough was enough. When to pull his punches… It seems like your brother is not acting in-”.
[SFX: A door swinging open]
[The door to your hut swings open and your brother hurries out, almost knocking you over]
[B] “Move, Runt! Sir Calabas, I’m ready to confront the dragon!”
[Pause!]
[Your brother rolls his eyes]
[B] “Runt, I told you, I don’t have time to show you the blade waking up! You’ll just have to wait until I slay the dragon, just like the prophecy said!”
[Pause <3]
[Man, your brother is so cool. But also ow that was totally a rock your knee landed on]
[K, stern] “You’d be wise to treat your sibling better, Remrik.”
[B] “Aw, Runt’s used to it. They know it’s all in good fun, right? Besides, the mountain is shaking… That means Asmond has woken up, right?”
[K, sighing] “Yes. You have the Blade of Ember, then?”
[SFX: Your brother patting the sword’s sheathe]
[B] “Raring to go, got it sheathed right at my hip!”
[Pause!!]
[B] “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be careful, Runt. I’m the hero, remember?”
[Pause!!!]
[The Knight smiles again as you cheer him on]
[K] “Hmhm… Come, Remrik. We must meet Asmond on his ground and strike him down. If we don’t…”
[B] “No way! We’ve got this, Tin Can! Runt, make sure to tell Da to put the feast on for when we get back! I’m gonna be swarmed in pretty she-wolves and hungry as Hell.”
[Pause!]
[You know that probably means you’re sleeping under the hut again but you’re too happy for him to care]
[K] “Take care, Runt. Come, Remrik, we must away!”
[SFX: The two of them hurrying off together]
[Pause]
[You go back into the house to try and find your Da. Like usual, he’s slumped in bed, snoring away. You go to shake him awake when your foot hits something metal]
[SFX: A door opening and footsteps on creaking wooden boards]
[Pause]
[SFX: Big ol’ werewolf snoring]
[Pause]
[SFX: Something metal skidding on a wooden floor]
[You look down at what you kicked and horror flies down your throat. The Blade of Ember sits discarded on the ground. As always, it looks the part of a simple, rusted sword handle, but you know its power]
[...]
[SFX: Runt grabbing the sword’s hilt and running like a mad person]
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[Scene fades back into the insides of the mountain]
[SFX: The mountain shaking/rocks falling as Calabas and Remrik race through to the dragon’s den]
[K] “Brace yourself, Remrik! The den of Asmond lies just ahead!”
[B] “I’m ready, Sir!”
[SFX: Them running and then skidding to a stop]
[The small tunnel opens into an endless abyss of a cavern. A dragon the size of a small city is already lumbering to his feet, rumbling with displeasure]
[A] “Finally… I wake once more.”
[SFX: The mountain shaking from his voice]
[B] “BLEEDING GODS HE’S BIG!”
[K, sharply] “Do not give in to fear! Draw the blade and prepare to fight!”
[Remrik grabs at the sheathe a few times before he goes white as a ghost]
[B] “...oh fuck.”
[K, in disbelief] “You left the sword?!”
[B] “I might have left the sword…”
[The dragon lets out an almost polite chuckle, amused]
[Note: Recommend shifting vocals so that they sound farther away to shift to Runt’s perspective]
[A] “...Ten long years and you’ve grown no less bumbling, hm, Calabas? That kind of thinking is exactly why I got to enjoy gobbling up your arm.”
[K] “...Run, Remrik. Run back to your village and find the blade!”
[B, panicked] “B-But-!”
[K] “GO, GODAMN YOU!”
[SFX: The mountain rumbling harder]
[A] “No, no, I don’t think so. Prophetic heroes do tend to be so simultaneously annoying and underwhelming. What have you brought me, Calabas? A whimpering pup with his tail tucked between his legs, wondering why the smell of piss is so strong? Hmhm… Well, that’s fine. You’ll only have to endure the smell of burnt fur for a moment!”
[Pause!]
[SFX: The dragon sucking in a breath and blasting them with fire]
[B] “M-Mother!”
[K] “GET BEHIND ME, BOY!”
[You rush in with the sword hilt, swinging it wildly, not knowing what else to do. You’re not going to let this mean man hurt your brother or your friend, no matter what happens!]
[B] “R-Runt?!”
[K] “RUNT, NO!”
[SFX: The cry of a phoenix followed by an eruption of magic]
[The hilt begins to vibrate in your hand as you swing it again. Fire surges toward you. Your body is crushed by fear but the smallest ember in you pushes forward. You have to protect them]
[Pause!!!]
[A, horrified] “N-No.”
[B] “What?!”
[K] “...Runt…”
[SFX: An explosion of magical fire]
[You hold the blade before you, nearly blinded by the heat coming off of it. Runes flash, hissing in tongues you don’t know. Yet, you hold it as best you can, staring up at a creature a thousand times your size]
[A] “...the hero lives…”
[B] “What?!? B-But, I was-!”
[K] “The hero lives, indeed…”
[He turns to the dragon, staring him down]
[K] “...Flee while you can, Asmond. Know that for whatever deeds you commit, you shall face us in the end.”
[The dragon growls, staring you down. You look up at him, more baffled than anything, but growl like a proper wolf and step forward]
[SFX: The dragon growling/pause-beat/Runt growling, if desired]
[Pause]
[SFX: The dragon stepping back uncertainly]
[A] “...I should strike you all down… Here in this very moment!”
[K, coldly] “You can try.”
[That seems to shake the dragon. He lets out a huff of fear and takes flight, racing for the skyline]
[SFX: The huff noted above and big ol’ dragon wings flapping away]
[B] “...I don’t understand… Why didn’t the sword respond to me? The witch said I was the hero!”
[K] “The witch said that the hero’s spirit lived among your pack. I left it with your Alpha, your father, to determine who that was. Apparently, it was not you.”
[B] “But I’m the best warrior in our clan, I don’t-?!”
[Their arguing fades into the background as you decide now is a really good time for a nap]
[SFX: Distortion to show the Listener is passing out / a thud as they hit the ground]
[To be continued]
Note: This story hit me hard and I don’t know why, I’m just really proud of it <3
Second note: This script was written while I was listening to ‘Into Free - Dangan’ from Dragon’s Dogma.
Third note: Runt is eighteen, for those curious. Remrik is about twenty-two. Calabas is in his mid-thirties. That is why they are little bro-ing Runt so hard XD