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Boss Frost
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I have transcribed the events you are about to read not simply as a record of events, but also as a glimmer of hope for our future. However, our story does not begin with hope - it begins with a monster named Alexander Sangrey. Sangrey embodied the worst of our kind - many was the rumor that he was not human before he was a vampire, for there was little humanity left in him. A monstrous appetite - not for blood, but for misery. I'll not give away his origins for the moment, but I will go into saying: this was a being that sought out a particular type of person to make into his spawn - he looked for people that would be missed. He looked for people on the verge of success... he looked to take people that would cause the most turmoil. Then, once he took them, he warped their mind and bodies into other species of vampire - a feat never attempted by vampires before or since. He reveled in the mental and physical tortures he put his spawn through: leaving enough of themselves - enough of their free will to know he was in control of their bodies, and enough to remember their crimes in his name should it come to it.
The large and imposing mansion stood like a horrible memory in the sands of Arizona - Tucson, as a matter of fact. A location chosen for it's proximity to human prey, and the apathy of those who lived there. If a few people went missing - no one would care. Old men and women die all the time, and the yuppies who came for golf or other such nonsense meant that even those with a taste for 'good blood' could have their fill. As well, the nearby observatory meant that the nights were very dark - lights pointed in a particular way so as not to disturb those who watch the night sky. A fine location for an apex night predator - like a vampire - doubly one that wanted to stay away from the politics of the Princes. A lawless realm, but not one without certain dangers... which we'll get to eventually.
The sun was just a sliver on the horizon when our story starts - about the right time for the creatures of the night to come out. Normally the spawn of Sangrey would be greeted with a mental spike to each of their brains, waking them early regardless of their will to rise or not. This evening was different - no such spike came. Indeed, the wooden mansion of Sangrey stood quiet... and eerily serene. Sangrey's small army of spawn would find that they were alone in the mansion, with naught but each other... and no reason as to why.
The noisy, hardwood floors and fine Victorian furniture only masked the horrors of the place. Traps set for hunters hidden in places - some concealed even from the spawn there. In control of their own actions - for the first time in centuries for some - the question of what to do in such a situation becomes present. That is, of course, when they discover this is the case. I have spoken to many of those present in the events that followed - some seemed legitimate, but many seemed fabricated to make the vampire in question look better. Thus, I shall do the same: following are what I believe happened when each of them awoke that fateful night, based on their personalities and what I know of them....
~ Leon D'Gueste
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