I was born in the Ukraine... 1820 I think... I clearly remember a lovely large stone house and many people all around that would do whatever I asked them to... but most of all I remember Natashe. Sweet sister Natashe that played with me at our special games, that would sneak me into the conservatory and let me play with the piano and harpsichord when the others all said I was far too small, that would play in the dark in the gardens with me and scare me so wonderfully... sweet sister.
I clearly remember the one time we were caught playing in the conservatory... I was showing one of my new melodies to Natashe as she sat on the end of the piano... I was not yet ten years old - I think - and we were discovered by the Chamberlain. He burst into the room with his mouth open to shout or chastise, but stopped as I played on. I was lost in the pretty music I could see behind my eyes, but Natashe told me later that he paused to listen - then he paled and began to weep softly, shaking his head with wide and frightened eyes and backing from the room slowly. Soon after that I was asked to play for Uncle Istvan Gregori... the very first time I had played for anyone but my dearest Natashe. I played and played as the family sat and listened... soon all of them were weeping or leaving the room - it was wonderful - except for dear Uncle. He sat and smiled - wider and wider with each new melody that I played for him. After my 'recital' there was much talk and shaking of heads, and no one forbade me the conservatory again, I think because dear Uncle told them not to.
I remember when Uncle Gregori came for Natashe and she went away for a long time... and when she returned even more delightful than when she left... with SO many new games to play and needing me as her playmate more than ever before. I found this change in my lovely sister so wonderful that I lay awake dreaming that Uncle Gregori would come for me someday soon... I wanted so much to be able to play the way she could now. The night we played with the stable boy stands out to my memory... he looked so funny when we were done... and it was a special treat that everyone believed Natashe when she told them he had run off in the night. We hid him all over the grounds and managed to play several more games over many more nights with him before we needed a new playmate.
Finally, when I became eighteen and was presented to the nobility at my own special dress ball - my turn came at last. At the end of the evening, dear Natashe led me to a coach and kissed me softly good-bye as Uncle Gregori smiled at me from inside it. I laughed at his stories as we drove along, and I sipped fruited wine and felt wonderful - knowing I was soon to be given the wonderful gift that my sister had been given two years previously.
After a long drive into the mountain pass, the coach stopped. As Uncle Gregori got out I could see many people gathered around a large fire - it looked like another party. Eagerly I climbed out of the coach and stepped up beside dear Uncle - and to my surprise Natashe showed her face among the large gathering of people there to greet me. She flashed me a beautiful smile as two of the group came forward and roughly escorted me to one side - I giggled at their hard hands and pushing and pulling, which seemed to make them pause as if surprised. Before I was dragged from sight I saw both Uncle and Natashe beaming proud smiles at me, and I laughed out loud with pleasure.
The two that escorted me took me into the darkness and played the rope game with me, leaving me there and returning to the group. Though I lay on the ground and couldn't see - I could hear clearly and listened with delight, for I knew that this was all for me just like my party earlier.

When Caine, Our Father, slew His brother Abel, He was exiled into the Land of Nod to wander forever in darkness.

This was met with cheers, catcalls, and curses to the Creator from the gathering.

And in His wandering, Caine found the Crone Zilla. The Crone seduced Our Father, making Him drink of HER BLOOD!!!

The group began to shout angrily, some of them growling and snarling wonderfully.

AND THE BLOOD BOND WAS BROUGHT INTO THE WORLD!!!

There was speaking in tongues, and the growling and screaming grew louder.

And it remained. When Caine realized what He had wrought in the making of His Childer, He fell upon them, and destroyed them. But a few survived. And the Blood Bond with them. And from them descended the Camarilla!

More shouting and the sounds of people moving about a great deal.

The Elders used the Blood Bond to enslave their Childer, spending their existences at their every whim. THEY ENSLAVED US!!!

Even though I didn't quite know what that meant... it sounded like delicious fun, and I couldn't understand why it seemed to excite them so much, but I listened carefully.

But Our Brethren of the Tzimisce Clan broke the bond! THEY MADE US FREE!

To this there were many cheers and howls, screams and wild laughter.

They made Us SABBAT! The Sabbat is FREEDOM! The Sabbat is BROTHERHOOD!

"And Sisterhood" shouted many, and I was glad - for my sweetest pleasures lay in my own special sisterhood.

We share Our blood in the Vaulderie! The Vinculum binds Us together! One to another! None slave to any! Our strength is shared! Our loyalty is complete! And WE... ARE... FREE!!!

If anything - they grew louder and more excited than before. I could hardly wait... and I didn't have long. My two escorts came for me and took me to the circle and the fire - there were howling and dancing people jumping through the big fire, even though it seemed to pain them to even look at much less be near it. There were people fighting and screaming and carrying on in such a frenzy - it was the loveliest party I had ever seen. I hardly had a moment to feel left out before they all rushed to be near me - this was proper since it was MY party. They tore my pretty dress and beat me with their fists and scratched at me with their fingers - I giggled and shouted and snapped back at their fingers with my teeth when I could - until I finally fell asleep from the fun.
I had dreams of the game my sweet Natashe had taught me - the drinking game - but this time played by many people and me all at once - though I was asleep and didn't get to drink too. Well... maybe a little bit...
I woke up hungry and burning like the fire game... but all at once inside and out in delicious waves that made me want to run and cry and scream and laugh. I opened my mouth to laugh and found dirt in it, which confused me - since Natashe had only ever used rocks on me when we played being dead. But - I knew this game too and began to dig for the surface, burning more and more and getting more excited as I grew hungrier. Having my hands and feet tied was a new trick... but when I worked my hands through the dirt to my mouth I was able to chew through the ropes just fine... well, almost... I'm glad that fingers grow back now, because I got a little bit too excited and missed the rope a few times.
When I burst into the air, the whole group was still there, and the party still at its peak. I spit out the dirt and mud from my mouth and joined them in their howling, struggling the last little bit from the ground as they turned and rushed to welcome me. I was so hungry that I tried the biting game on them as they got near, giggling and snapping and growling like the big dogs that Father kept, but they had better plans for me. They grabbed me and beat me again until I almost went to sleep for a second time... but this time I tried with all my might to stay awake... and managed enough to be aware when they pulled me to a lovely-smelling cauldron and fed me drink after drink. The burning changed inside of me to a dull fire that spread through me to my fingers and toes... and my head felt as though it swelled and swelled like a bladder until it was ready to pop away... and then I did fall asleep.
I was happy though, because even as I slipped away... I knew. I knew that Natashe and I were sisters once again... forever and always.