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The Embrace of Elena Orlov
Chigaco Plant Science Symposium, Montgomery Ward Hall, Field Museum
January 30th, 2010
Agrippa Grayson sits in the dimly lit auditorium, listening intently to the passionate presentation being given by Elena Orlov. She speaks with confidence and clarity, drawing on her years of research to make a convincing case for the intelligence and communicative abilities of plants. She argues that plants are capable of much more than most people gave them credit for, and that they have a complex and sophisticated system of communication. Agrippa is fascinated, not just by the content of Elena's presentation, but by the woman herself. There is a fire in Elena's eyes that Agrippa recognizes – the same hunger for knowledge and discovery that has driven Agrippa herself throughout her long unlife.They’ve corresponded for years, discussing the intricacies of plant chemical communications and the potential implications of her research. But they have never met in person before, and Agrippa is eager to finally put a face to the name. She is pleased to see that Elena is just as impressive in person as she was in her letters.
Despite her somewhat disheveled appearance, there's a vitality to Elena that draws the elder vampire in. Agrippa notices the way that Elena's eyes light up as she speaks about her research, and the way that she gestures animatedly with her hands, as if she's trying to physically convey the importance of her work. She feels a certain kinship with Elena's passion for research.
As the conference dinner party began, she made her move, approaching Elena with a warm smile. "Elena, it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person," Agrippa says, extending her hand. Elena smiles back and shakes her hand, her Russian accent giving her away, "Likewise, Agrippa. I have been looking forward to meeting you as well." Agrippa smiles at Elena and says, "You know, I always found the name Agrippa to be a bit stuffy. How about you call me Aggie instead?" Elena nods with a smile, "Sure, Aggie it is." Aggie chuckles, "Excellent. I'm glad we finally had the chance to meet in person. Your presentation was fascinating. You have a real gift for understanding plants." Elena blushes with gratitude, "Thank you, Aggie. That means a lot coming from you."
As the night wears on, Agrippa finds herself growing more and more convinced that Elena is the one she has been searching for. She knows then and there that she has to embrace this woman, to bring her into the world of the undead and share with her the secrets of the Kindred. She can sense a hunger in Elena that she knows all too well - a desire for knowledge, for power, for something more than what the mortal world can offer. Agrippa can feel a growing sense of urgency. She knows she has to embrace Elena soon, before someone else discovers her and claims her as their own.
Without a word, Agrippa takes Elena's hand and leads her outside to a quiet and dark corner of a balcony, where she whispers sweet promises and tantalizing secrets in her ear. Elena is entranced, unable to resist the strange, mystical allure of this enigmatic woman. Agrippa leans in close and whispers “Don’t fight it, child. Embrace the darkness within you and become what you were always meant to be.” Without any warning Agrippa sinks her teeth into Elena’s neck. As Elena’s consciousness begins to fade, Agrippa pulls back and bites into her own wrist, offering it to Elena. “Drink, child!”, she commands and raises her wrist to her mouth. Elena tries to turn her head away but as the power from the first drops of blood courses through her body, she starts to feel euphoria she has never experienced before. She grabs Agrippa’s arm and drinks deeply and greedily. Suddenly the two are interrupted by a group of rowdy guests stumbling into their hiding place. Agrippa, fearing discovery, flees into the night, leaving Elena in a state of shock and disbelief. She cannot understand what is happening to her and feels like she is losing her mind. As she tries to process the experience, she begins to slip into a deep coma-like state.
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Elena is rushed to the hospital. The doctors try everything they can to revive her, but to no avail. On January 30th, Dr. professor Elena Orlov is pronounced dead, and her body is taken to the morgue for further examination.
Elena slowly regains consciousness. She feels a sense of disorientation and confusion. She blinks her eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights. Her body feels heavy and sluggish, and she can barely move. Elena looks around the room, taking in the sterile white walls, the gleaming metal tables, and the rows of drawers where bodies are stored. Panic sets in as she realizes she is lying on one of those drawers, and the tag on her toe confirms that she has been declared dead.
She tries to sit up, finally managing to swing her legs over the edge of the drawer. She stumbles to her feet, her body shaking and weak, and tries to find a way out of the morgue. As she walks through the corridors, she realizes she can hear the sound of distant footsteps, the hum of electrical equipment, and even the faintest whispers of voices from down the hall. Elena is overwhelmed by these sensations, and she stumbles against the wall for support. She is terrified and confused, and she has no idea what is happening.
As she stumbles through the sterile hallways of the hospital, her hospital gown open from behind, she hears a familiar voice calling out “Elena, there you are!”. Agrippa rushes towards her, catching her as she begins to fall. Elena's eyes flicker to Agrippa's face, and she seems to recognize her. "Aggie?" she whispers, her voice hoarse. "What's going on? Why am I here?" Agrippa looks up and sees the pathologist approaching them, his face twisted in confusion and fear. "I don't understand," he says. "I performed an autopsy on her this morning. How is this possible?" Just as the pathologist is about to call for help, Agrippa puts her hand on his shoulder and speaks softly. "It's alright, doctor. She's with me." Agrippa says in a calm but authoritative tone. "I'll take it from here." The pathologist blinks, momentarily confused, and then seems to forget about Elena's presence altogether. He nods and turns away, continuing on his way down the hall. Agrippa ignores him, focusing instead on Elena. "We need to get you out of here," she says, helping her to stand. "Can you walk?" Elena nods weakly, and Agrippa slings her arm over her shoulder, leading her towards the exit.
Agrippa brings Elena to her Haven, located in the outskirts of the city. The haven is a small, cozy apartment, decorated with antique furniture and art pieces from different eras. The walls are adorned with old paintings and intricate tapestries, and the room is dimly lit by a few candles scattered around. Agrippa helps Elena to lie down in a coffin and climbs in next to her. She wraps her arms around Elena, watching over her as she sleeps. As she lays there, Agrippa reflects on the events that led to this moment. She had been on the lookout for a suitable childe for a long time, and had finally found Elena - a brilliant mind like her own and she knew she had made the right choice in Embracing her.

Autopsy report:

Name: Elena Orlov
Age: 48
Date of Death: 30th of January 2010


The deceased was a 48 years old caucasian female who was brought to ER unresponsive.
The patient was subjected to emergency resuscitation with no improvement. The patient
was pronounced dead at 0108 with fixed, dilated pupils, no heart sounds, no pulse and
no spontaneous respiration.

External examination:
The body is that of a 48 year moderately obese adult female measuring 162 in height and weighing 75 kg. Rigor mortis is present throughout the body and lividity is fixed and purple in color. There are multiple small bruises and scratches on the upper chest. There is a small (bite?) wound in the left side of the neck. The patient has one surgical 15 cm scar in the lower abdomen. Over the scar, there is a tattoo in the Art Nouveau style of a black cat, with its tail wrapped around a bouquet of flowers, which include lilies and irises, measuring 20 cm in diameter. There is no indication of any recent manipulation or irritation of the tattoo site. No other significant marks or injuries are noted on the body.

Internal examination:
The cranial cavity is unremarkable, with no evidence of trauma or pathology. The neck is intact but bruised. The chest cavity is opened, the organs appear to be normal in size, shape, and color. The lungs are congested and show evidence of aspiration. The heart shows no significant abnormalities. The liver is slightly enlarged, consistent with mild fatty infiltration. The spleen and pancreas appear normal. The gastrointestinal tract shows no significant abnormalities. The uterus is absent, most likely surgically removed due to old trauma. The scar and the surrounding tissue show signs of surgical intervention. The internal examination revealed that the body is significantly depleted of blood volume, with no apparent source of blood loss.

Toxicology tests were performed, and there was no evidence of any drugs or alcohol in the deceased's system at the time of death. The cause of the injury leading to the blood loss could not be determined during the autopsy.

In summary, there are no external signs of the cause of death. Internal examination reveals major blood loss to be the cause of death.The neck injury does not seem severe enough to cause death by blood loss.

Remaining unanswered questions: What caused the blood loss?

Addendum: The patient's body has gone missing from the morgue at 0400.

Gary, Indiana, Post-industrial shit hole, 2015

The stage is set in Gary, Indiana, as the four characters find themselves drawn together by their individual circumstances. Seraphine Beaumont, residing in Gary thanks to her Ventrue elders, has been entrusted with a crucial mission. Elena Orlov has arrived in the city to avoid potential conflict between her sire Agrippa and their mutual clanmate and rival, Jason Newberry. Mae Elisabeth Lee, seeking escape from her Toreador sire, accompanies Elena. Lawrence Curio, a Brujah working at a local hospital, has been paid by Agrippa to provide the group with sustenance by supplying blood in IV bags until they can establish themselves and seek an audience with the city's Prince.

The story begins in Seraphine's haven in Gary, where Elena and Mae have just arrived. Seraphine welcomes the duo and is just about to show them around when there's a soft knock at the door. Seraphine rushes to open the door to find a brujah vampire looming outside. He introduces himself as Lawrence Curio. Lawrence enters the haven, carrying a large icebox. The box is revealed to hold IV bags filled with the much-needed sustenance.

Seraphine explains to others that they can't hunt in Gary before they have been introduced to the prince, so they must use IV bags until then. Lawrence nods in acknowledgement, his gaze assessing the trio of vampires who he has just met. Elena, still adjusting to her new surroundings, expresses gratitude to Lawrence for his assistance. She understands the need to maintain a low profile and not draw unnecessary attention before meeting the prince. Mae silently observes the interaction, appreciating the opportunity for safety and a fresh start in this unfamiliar city.

With the IV bags in hand, Lawrence explains the procedure for their use, emphasizing the importance of discretion. He assures them that he will continue to supply the necessary blood as long as he is getting paid.
Another knock, sharper this time echoes through the haven. Seraphine, Elena, Mae and Lawrence exchange glances as the sharp knock echoes through the haven. Mae, still shaken by her past experiences, is visibly disturbed. Seraphine walks towards the door, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. With a cautious yet welcoming expression, she opens the door to reveal a tall figure dressed in a suit.
Standing before them is a man named Victor Langley, an envoy sent by the Prince of the city of Gary to formally welcome the newcomers and deliver a message. His piercing gaze studies the group as he introduces himself, his voice carrying an air of authority.
"Good evening, esteemed guests. My name is Victor Langley, and I bring you greetings on behalf of the Prince. He has been informed of your arrival and requests your presence at court on Friday evening, one week from now. It is imperative that you attend to present yourselves to him."
Seraphine nods politely, recognizing the importance of the invitation. "Thank you, Mr. Langley. We appreciate the Prince's welcome and will be honored to attend. Is there anything we should be aware of or any protocols we should follow?"
Victor Langley's expression remains stern as he replies, "The Prince's court demands decorum and respect. Proper attire is expected, and the court's etiquette must be upheld. The Prince expects promptness and punctuality. Failure to adhere to these guidelines will result in consequences. I shall return on Friday evening to escort you to court. Until then, I bid you good night."
With a formal bow, Victor turns to leave, his departure leaving an almost palpable tension in the room. Seraphine closes the door, the weight of the upcoming court meeting settling upon the group.
The embrace
Seraphine is the first to break the silence “So, how were you embraced if you don’t mind me asking?”. Elena takes the opportunity to share her story first. She recounts the circumstances surrounding her embrace, revealing that she was bitten while attending a science conference in Chicago five years ago. Her passionate seminar caught the attention of her Malkavian sire, who saw her potential and deemed her a worthy addition to the clan.

May, on the other hand, expresses her reluctance to discuss the details of her embrace and her silence, speaking volumes about the pain and trauma associated with her Embrace. Sensing her discomfort, the group respects her decision and shifts the focus to Lawrence.

Lawrence's voice carries a tinge of bitterness as he reveals his own story. He recounts being a soldier on a mission in Afghanistan back in 2002, where a car bomb explosion was about to claim his life. On his deathbed, his sire intervened, choosing to embrace him instead, believing that a good man shouldn't be allowed to go to waste. With deep regret in his voice he states he would have preferred death on that day rather than becoming the "monstrosity" he feels he has become as a vampire.

The room briefly falls into a contemplative silence as the weight of their individual stories hangs in the air. After a few minutes of contemplation, Seraphine offers a compassionate response in a cheerful tone. "We've all been through difficult experiences, and the circumstances of our embrace shape who we are now. Let us support and understand one another as we navigate this unlife together."

Elena, always polite and agreeable, nods in acknowledgment of Seraphine's words, maintaining a composed demeanor. Mae, however, remains lost in her thoughts, brooding silently, perhaps still wrestling with the traumatic thoughts of her own past. Lawrence winces, visibly uncomfortable with the overly positive tone.

Sensing the mixed reactions, Seraphine clears her throat "I apologize if my optimism comes across as dismissive or insensitive but if anyone needs to talk or share, I'm here to listen."

Elena appreciates Seraphine's attempt to address the situation, offering a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Seraphine. Your concern is appreciated.” Lawrence mutters something about silly gooses under his breath. Mae, still quiet, glances up briefly, acknowledging Seraphine’s offer. She murmurs softly, "I appreciate your understanding."

“You still haven’t told us your story”, Lawrence blurts out. "Ah, a funny story indeed," Seraphine begins with a giggle. "You see, it all happened quite by accident. The Ventrue who sought my Embrace actually intended to choose my identical twin sister, Gabriella. They mistook me for her in the dim light of the night and made a grave error. And well, here I am."

Elena's eyebrows raise in surprise, and Mae looks genuinely intrigued. Lawrence chuckles softly, finding humor in the unexpected turn of events.

A beautiful canvas dares,
Elevating fancy gazes,
Holding intricate jewels,
Kindling luminescent memories.

Nurturing opulent palettes,
Quintessential rainbows shine,
Transcending undertones,
Vibrant waves exude youthful zest.