One must control the Beast. For should one let the Beast loose, all of the humanity left in the vessel is lost, and the Beast is no longer under control. Be wary of the one who has let the Beast loose within. For should he get a hold of you, you are no longer a reality but a memory. The hunger for blood grows to an intense level that a frenzy ensues. The hunger for blood never satisfied, and all who stand in the path of the one overcome by her Beast are dead.
I have been able to control the Beast within me. To a point. There have been a few cases, where anger blinds and the Beast gets a taste, wanting more. Yet, never has it totally controlled me. I have witness the Beast as she takes over another kindred's body and mind. It is one of the most frightening visions any being can imagine and witness.
"He is dead, Ava," Vito replied gruffly, and none more was said of it.
Vito frightened me. I was still young in the ways of the Kindred. In all that was viewed by them. Soon, Vito was teaching me...training me. He made me aware that there were others...even Clans of our kind. He told me that Marco had been Ventrue, but a very foolish one. Therefore, that made me Ventrue...but...Vito told me that I was now Caitiff. A rogue...and outcast.
The news was of no real surprise to me, but there was a pain that seemed to be nailed in further. Ever since my Embrace, I had never felt as though I belonged in the world Marco had forced me into, and now, Vito was telling me I did not belong to any one said clan. How strange it was for me, but at the same time, a relief.
However, I was told that I was now a part of an organization run by a man named Stone Cascio. I only assumed that the man was perhaps Vito's brother, for when I set eyes upon Stone, I saw the same iciness and stoic personality. Furthermore, there was a fierceness about Stone that would make even the most powerful of Kindred quiver in fear. I knew this man before me was more dangerous than even Vito, and was to be feared and respected by any means necessary.
When it was apparent that I had fully healed of all my injuries, Vito began my training in the arts of death. The treatment I received from Vito was slightly different than what Marco had treated me as. I was now a student. Vito was a teacher, trainer...Yet, he was still cold, distant, and cruel.
I was a child to him. Many times I wold get frustrated by his cold hearted behavior and treatment. I would get beaten and defeated. With each time I would give up, Vito would only train and treat me harder and harsher.
"Get up," he growled.
"No!" I snarled at him.
A tight grip upon my arm would jerk me to my feet. Ice cold eyes would stare at me without any feeling. Not even anger. Just a cold, empty stare. I could never look into his gaze for too long. It frightened me and chilled me to my undead bones.