"They want you dead," she said, "You should run."
She wasn't aware of why, and at first I was offended when she discouraged me from fighting for my life and when she didn't offer to help. However her reasoning was correct: the only chance for survival was to run.
I made the mistake of letting my thoughts, memories of this second life flood my mind and my bike cake to a screeching halt. I held on tight and managed to stay on the bike, however I was floored at what I saw once I stopped: Jeremy. He was clad in black leather and was standing beside some bubbly pink-haired girl. His expression an expectant smirk, he chuckled under his breath. Sensing something was amiss, I treaded lightly.
"Jeremy?"
"Carmen! Surprised?"
"Jeremy... I'm so sorry.. I didn't want you to see me.."
"What? As a filthy Brujah? Hah! Carmen I know all about your kind. My sire wasn't too happy about being forced to turn me early, but she felt it best. You've pissed off the wrong Tremere, Carmen."
I started to reach for my sword, being the only weapon I had, but a sudden surge of pain shot through every cell in my body. I dropped down and contorted in pain. The girl giggled and Jeremy cracked his knuckles.
"I'm only just begining to learn the fun things I can do with thaumaturgy. It'll be nice to have someone to play with."
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I woke up with an aching body that was unable to move, my back resting on cold, hard porcelain. A bathtub.
"I hear your sire found you suicidal in the bathtub," Jeremy said softly.
"She should have left you," he said, then closed the door. I opened my eyes as much as I could to see the sun begining to rise through large windows.
"My last sunrise," I thought.
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