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No matter how hard you may try, you will touch something, or someone, as you go through life. And always, inevitably, you are touched in the same moment. This is the inescapable reciprocity that defines us. In realizing this, we are left with only two choices: to submit to the overwhelming, unconquerable current of life and the events that are beyond our ability to control, or to fight in a seemingly futile rebellion against the current, hoping to alter our course ever so slightly.
Irrespective of what they said of me afterwards, they all agreed on one thing: that I had fought. I had fought, returning every vicious blow that I was dealt in kind. I fought, until the bones in my hands cracked, and the skin that covered them split. Then I fought harder. And when I had finally won something worth having, I fought harder still to keep it.
My name is Westley, and this is my story.
Disclaimer: The Kindred clans, most of the monsters and their various extraordinary abilities are the intellectual property of White Wolf Inc. My thanks to them for creating what I consider to be the most comprehensive (and interesting) vampiric lore available. My work is not intended to supersede or claim any credit for this lore. It is merely a tribute thereto. The characters, events and locations contained within this transcript are of my own design.