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Set: (Looks at Haqim)

Assamite Antitribu

When Clan Tremere cursed the Assamites, turning vampire blood toxic to the clan of diaberlist assassins, a few dissidents decided to turn their backs on Alamut and their brethren instead of bending the knee to unbelievers. They found a new home in the Sabbat as the Assamite antitribu, using their martial prowess for the Sword of Caine.

Instead of revering Haqim, the Assamite antitribu despise their founder just as they do all the Antediluvians. Their preferred role model is the first vampire, Caine, who they see as the paragon of their species. Many of them strive to become closer to Caine by lowering their generation by draining the blood of other vampires, usually Camarilla elders.

Other than belief, however, the Assamite antitribu are remarkably like their parent clan. The older they become, their skin grows darker in color, eventually turning jet black. Most of them adhere to a crude code of honor that conforms to the tenets of their sect. Lastly, they are intensely driven fanatics ready to sacrifice their unlives for their cause.

Nickname: Angels of Caine

Disciplines: Celerity, Obfuscate, Quietus

Weakness: Every time an Assamite antitribu drinks vampire blood, the player should roll Self-Control or Instinct (diffculty 3 + the number of blood points consumed). If this roll fails, the character becomes an addict. Once hooked, the character will take any opportunity to drink the blood of a Cainite. When they are given the chance to do so, the player should roll Self-Control or Instinct (diffculty 6). If this roll fails, the character enters frenzy and attacks the target, drinking as much blood as possible.

I’m just gonna get this out of my chest since I never have the guts to tell this to you. The sick part of this, of us, is that we weren’t even dating, but close enough that when night came, talking over the phone became a planned routine.

No matter how time has gone, no matter which guy I may end up crushing on, no matter how I try... you are still there, in my heart, and there really is nothing I can do about it. There will always be a part of me that will always love you despite how we grew apart because of that. If my heart is a home, it would be a house of cards haunted by the ghost of you.

You pushed me away. You blocked me. Then you came back. And I try to fix as much as I could. I became afraid of hurting you, and I became afraid of getting hurt again, so I paired you with my junior hoping that somehow, you would disappear. That you will leave me and forget me. But no.

You aren’t always there, but you linger like the smell of jasmine brought by the winds from the gardens of flowers. You would text, even call, to tell me you’re in town, and asked to meet. But we just never get to meet, as if even the grounds we walk on conspire to make us turn the other way and to never cross the same path. Even now.

Do you have any idea.. how much I miss you? Despite it all? Do you know how much I loved you that it hurt so bad? Remember how we always sound like we’re fighting almost every time we talk over the phone? Honest to God, you piss me off, you annoy me to no end. At one point I even hated you for doing that and just yelled over the phone. We were always in the heat of the moment, that when it stopped for good, the absence of heat is excruciating to the bone. We.. were always in the heat, but we always end up looking for each other. Do you know despite how much you hurt me, how much I hate you and what you did, there is still this part of me curious of how you have become since I last saw you? This stupid little part of me wants to know if you have changed the way time - and I - have. I mean.. we’re 24, and it’s been 5 years and honestly I’m tired being hurt, being angry even more so, and I figured it’s time to grow out of it, even if it hurts. And I am not above forgetting that at that time, I was hurting you with my blindness and ignorance.

I feel stupid saying this, but I more or less miss fighting with you.

But that is as far I would ever go, and from the looks of it... you aren’t coming any closer, either.

I have stopped looking for you long time ago. I even stopped wishing you birthdays for 2 years now. But you.. have always texted and called to tell me you’re in town.