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He stopped before the large wooden doors, his hand running along the boards like they were a lover, his eyes closing as he recited a simple chant, the runes that lay etched into the very wood beginning to glow with a violet light, growing stronger with each recitation of his chant. it was only when they glowed their brightest,a near blinding flash of white, that the doors swung open the gust of wind and scent of aging books filling the senses with what lay beyond.

He waved his hand, the slight cloud of dust and gravel settling, he giving Araminta a knowing grin before turning and heading into the chamber beyond. This chamber was his office, the large, dark,wood desk set to one side, it much like a miniature colossus standing guard over the line of bookshelves and journals that lined the full of the back wall. To one side there rested a wood and leather chaise the end table beside it holding a candelabra the fires burning bright enough to read by. "Step one, my dear. We shall see how wise you are." He moved from her side, he sliding his form down upon the leather surface of the chaise, his eyes warm, watching her. "Tell me how to reach the room beyond. it should be easy enough for a girl that can summon a demon without much thought."

His fingers played along the smooth texture of the fabric, now and then a claw catching, making a popping sound as he pulled it free. There would be protection spells in place, spells that could easily kill should they be recited wrong or the wrong tomb touched. Would this little one live to reach the lab beyond? He surely hoped she would.

The elders eyes never strayed far from the form of the young girl, to say she was on interest, was and understatement to be certain, she was quite the obsession by this point. He had to have her, her knowledge and power more inciting to him than he blood could have ever been.

His eyes followed her as she moved from book to book, watching her fingers caress the spines of each in turn. He felt the wards break, felt the protection fall and as she pulled that final tomb from it's place his eyes narrowed in pleasure. "Well done, extremely well done..." He held out his hand to her, he asking in pure silence for his book. It was only once the precious manuscript was on his hand that he slid from the chaise, the action using all the fluid grace and grandeur that his race allowed. "Now tell me, how did you know which books to touch?"

He did not wait for her, he moved through the now open passageway descending what seemed to be a never ending flight of stairs into the darkness. As he passed by, torches caught light, the fires blazing with magic as he continued onward, certain she would follow.

At the bottom of the stairs were two large doors, the barricade that of solid wood with metal bracers. His golden eyes turned to glance at the woman behind him, he giving her the darkest of smiles before he rounded, grabbing her wrist and flinging her against the hard wooden door. "A sacrifice of blood...to prove your loyalty..." His claws bit deep into her wrist, drawing that crimson vitae forth, the sweet droplets falling in what seemed to be slow motion onto the frame. His power flared, his fingers falling into that given life, he smearing it upon the door before the locks clicked open. "Soon....you will spill far more than a drop of blood, young child..."

Baphomus walked quietly down the chantry hallways, marveling at the ancient, yet well-maintained tapestries that lined the smooth stone walls. The support arches were equally impressive, some being worn smooth as to have a glass-like sheen, others carved into magnificent statues that seemed amused to support the weight of the building.

"Fascinating," he muttered as he peered down another hallway, spotting several students. "This place is old, and steeped in power. Perhaps they will have what I'm looking for." The Kryenae strode the halls with the confidence of one who belonged, though this was the first time he had set foot upon the school grounds. Baphomus had walked into the school hours after dark, expecting it to be empty. Imagine his surprise as the place seemed to come to life. It would be his luck the school was filled with a bunch of night-owls like himself.

He paused for a moment, debating to ask one of the students who where he might find the administrator's office, but quickly chastised himself for the thought. He hadn't made it this far in his research by asking such easily solved questions (not for years, anyways). Still... a little direction might not hurt.

"Excuse me," he smiled at the passing student, "My apologies for bothering you, but I'm new here, and a bit lost. Which way do I need to go to find administration?" Once he found the admin, he could take the steps to enroll properly. After all, he preferred using school resources legitimately, much less legal hassle that way.

An arched eyebrow was the only sign that Baphomus had been taken by surprise. He'd thought he'd done well in hiding the fact he was a stranger, but this pale student had seen through him as if he were glass. I've underestimated them, he thought in amusement, very well, I hate charades anyways.

"Thank you for the directions," he chuckled dryly. "you are more astute than I gave you credit for, and for that, I humbly apologize. Perhaps you would be willing to tell me more of the University? I have been to several schools already, searching for one that I believe will help me with my research. Just the feel of this building," he waved a hand to encompass the hallway, "makes me believe I may have found what I need."

He'd noted the dark, bitter laughter, but betrayed no emotion as he tucked that odd little tidbit away. Perhaps there was even more to this school than he suspected. If so... well, the Kryenae was certain he could handle whatever the school threw at him.

The elder drank her down, took the blood that he needed to complete this embracing. She would be as his alter stated, the born again immortal, brought to life through his blood, though the kiss of his fangs upon her skin. He was the god that could grant life and take it away, his namesake could not have said as much. "May god shine through my eyes and grant you the life that you have so willingly tossed aside for knowledge.."

He lifted her weakened body up, laying her there upon the alter, her neck spilling those last few drops that he had left her upon the cold, dark stone. He watched the runes spark to life, the soft red hues of them lighting the room and bringing everything into a better focus, showing the new world that she would be born into. "My life...for your life, and you will be born again, Araminta Di...born again as Tremere...the perfect being...the perfect clan...and you will be my childe, just as surely as you were your mothers, the moment she birthed you from her womb."

He took a dagger that sat there on the alter, slicing into his wrist, his crimson blood falling and mingling with hers upon the stone before her offered her the bleeding wound. "Drink...regain your strength.."


Renu simply watched the man, watched as the expressions on his face went from serene and calm to abit darker and resolved. He knew he had this man, knew he was intrigued, but all the same he would not give away too much. "I can tell you that it is a school, and simply that. You will have your classes in math, history, english...You can pick a specialization, though the really promising students are taken into the more...select...classes..." He smirked.

Araminta shivered as her breaths fell shallow in an echoing room. She grew cold and tired as exhaustion followed suite leading her toward another life. She wanted to speak as he drained her yet her mouth was dry and voice was unresponsive. A single tear slipped down her furry cheek as her life was nearly gone. In her mind she questioned, "Is this what it feels like to die? I'm sorry Mother I knew the risks... I".

She barely felt as his strong hands cradled her being placed upon the cold stone alter. Her stare was blank but his words revived her as she looked toward him on the verge of death. Reaching out instinctively she pulled his wrist to her as she wrapped her lips around him. Her mind was blurry yet her hunger was heightened. She began slow like a child born unto the world attaching itself unto the life giver's resource. Her body screamed as this fluid flowed into her demanding more. Taking in her energy, prosperity, future she drank greedily not refusing to give away a drop.

Finally she pulled herself away or perhaps her Elder had deemed her finished. Whatever the case she felt strange and oddly awake. Her hands touched upon her fur feeling the coldness. "Am I dead?" she repeated curiously as she pulled herself up to look around. Deep inside her body felt strange yet it was alive. "No.... " she paused and smiled, "I am just beginning aren't I professor?"

How long had it been? How long had she slept in her little wing of rooms within the University? Too long. It felt like too long. Kilah hated sleeping, even though her older age demanded it from time to time of her. She could have been doing so many useful things during her time, continuing to experiment with her offspring and figure out just what made them tick. What made them weak and strong, and all the other things she was trying to figure out about them.

But now was not the time to ponder such things. She moved rather swiftly through the halls of the University, even though she felt the pangs of thirst dwell within her. She was about to check what time it was when the scent of blood crossed her nose. It caused her thirst to rise and the older vampire knew that she would have to feed soon, but it was not something that would make her lose control upon herself. At least, not yet. The blue haired female quickly moved, trying to find the source of the blood in question as she came upon... nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. She was at a pair of double doors that would not give her any sort of information and even the scent of blood was cut off. A low growl escaped her for a second before she remembered herself. Kilah was always a little disorientated from her slumber when she first woke. But since she knew who else slumbered, she also had a feeling she knew who was awake. "Lazarus." The name didn't leave her lips, instead it was a mental calling out. Telepathy was an easy enough skill for one as ancient as herself. "Where are you? Much is needed to be discussed." It was probably him who hid the source of such a wonderful smell behind these doors. Then again, she was pretty sure she always thought of him behind every little thing that happened. It typically paid to be paranoid. She waited for a response, but she wouldn't wait forever. It would be upon Lazarus to decide to heed her call or feel the wrath of ignoring it.

Araminta's head wavered from a rush of experience and thrill as her life extended its fingers to a different view. For once in her life or rather un-life she could say she felt power even through what mortals felt as weakness. Her senses awakened as well bringing her attention to the oncoming guest or nuisance her professor had inhibitions about. Bringing herself upright and in a studious presentation she awaited her orders. While yes she was a vessel of power she still maintained her loyalty and orders of her maker: Lazarus.

"Yes Professor" she murmured with a direct nod. This was not her place to ask questions nor be curious. She simply awaited his return when this subtle lingering threat was excused and sent on her way. Ears perked as eyes stayed trained on her master she sat quiet and utterly still. Slowly she let her fingertips glide along the edge of the table she sat upright upon.

This new life would take some getting used to... indeed.