by Adamus
A room… dark… scarce streetlight pouring in through thin curtains… a large bed… a cabinet… a closet… Ahmed Jamal Hadd, Silsila of clan Assamite, stands motionless in a bedroom of an uptown mansion. He is unseen, unheard, invisible to all save the most powerful supernaturals in existence. Muscles trained through centuries keep his body motionless, a statue of undead flesh and bone. He knows such precautions are hardly necessary when employing the forces of Obfuscate, but Ahmed is not one to take chances in these cases. Thoroughness is his trademark, perfectionism his nature.
He waits with patience born from age. Senses enhanced beyond the capacity of even the keenest animals observe the Assamite’s surroundings, paying intricate attention to minute detail. A floorboard two floors down squeeks as a ghouled servant walks over it. A dying flame whispers softly as someone’s breath caresses it. A heart beats in a woman’s bossom as she sleeps, seperated from Ahmed by nine walls and a ceiling. Nothing escapes his attention… Minutes stretch into hours, the moon crosses the span of the star-filled sky.
The bedroom door opens, a woman enters. Her beauty rivals that of modern day’s most celebrated icons, her prowess would embarass many an adversary, her influence carries beyond the borders of nations. She is Caroline Montague Tehleino. She is the target. Ahmed remains in his position, invisible in a corner of the dark room, Caroline oblivious to the assassin’s presence. The killer watches his target move about, closing the thick black curtains shut, undressing, slipping under the covers of her large, colonial-style bed.
Daybreak approaches, and the beings of the night lay themselves to rest. Ahmed feels the stirring of sleep in his undead body, but by pure force of will he stays awake. Alert. Ready. He waits as the daily sleep of vampires claims Caroline. When day is well into its second hour, and his target has not stirred since, Ahmed moves. His blood, powered through age, burns in his body, activating his Disciplines, allowing him to move with a speed and accuracy unattainable by most.
A wooden stake, one foot long, finds its way into Caroline’s heart as the assassin forces it into her chest. Her eyes open wide as he strikes down, but her body fails to obey her commands, rendered inert by the mystical force of the stake. Flawlessly Ahmed incapacitates his target. No sound escaped the room, no sensors are alerted. The house is quiet. The Assamite does not allow himself to smile as he looks down upon the still form of Caroline Tehleino. His work is not yet complete.
Accessing the powers of the blood available only to members of his reclusive clan, Ahmed wills his vitae to come to the surface of his skin, to the palm of his left hand. He clenches his hand into a fist, opening Caroline’s mouth with the fingers of his right hand. His blood drips from his fist onto Caroline’s mouth, and her eyes grow yet wider, a look of horror visible. The assassin’s blood does its work, stripping Caroline of her vitae, destroying her from the inside. Within moments, it is over. Caroline’s eyes close, her body grows limp. Ahmed removes the stake and steps back, observing Caroline’s body… she remains still. Torpored. Her body no longer capable of supporting her undead nature, yet that very undead nature allowing her to exist yet. Ahmed knows a great deal of time will pass before this Tehleino can pull herself from the artificial death Ahmed has inflicted upon her. The Assamite Silsila smiles and steps back into invisibility, leaving the mansion as he came, unseen, unheard, invisible…