The Begenning of Vampirism!

The Fable of the clever Grandsons

One day, God was feeling a trifle prankish, so he called a little trick to mind. He created children to comprehend the universe for him. When his first children had produced children, Caine and Able, he issued them a challenge. He told the boys, "Your job is to find out what is really going on here. Go get Me a sacrifice worthy of Me."

Caine prepared a sacrifice of plants, saying, "Here's the greatest sacrifice I can find: the stuff that gives me life." But Able prepared a sacrifice of blood -- animal blood -- saying, "Here's an even better sacrifice: blood!"

"Clever boy, Able," God said, and He took the blood. Caine figured out the trick and whacked Able on the head. "Here's an even better sacrifice!: He said, "Able's blood!"

"Clever boy, Caine," God said. "You figured that one out right away. You figured blood is the key to what's really going on. The power you have tapped into will be your protection on your journey."

Caine understood, but knew he could no longer dwell with his parents and the people of his parents, who were now as sacarifical animals to him. So he roamed the world.

One day, Caine was feeling a trifle prankish, so he called a little trick to mind. He created children to comprehend the universe for him. When his first children had produced children, he issued his "grandchildren" a challenge. "Your job is to find out what is going on here. Go get me a sacrafice worthy of me"

They all sacrificed a bunch of stuff for power -- art, magic, money. One guy made an offering of freedom by sacraficing his subjection. One smart granddaughter sacraficed her beauty on an alter of mortification. And one guy, who apparently didn't learn from Able, sacraficed some animals. We won't hold that against him.

But little -Malkav- didn't have anything to sacrifice that was worthy of the man who gave him his blood. So he said, "The only thing I can sacrifice that is even close to worthy is myself." So saying, he sacrificed himself. Or he tried to, anyway, but couldn't figure out how. What he ended up sacrificing was his own sense of self.

"Clever boy, Malkav," Caine said to the little fellow, who was coughing up the blood of his missing ego identification. "You figured out that the blood of self is even more powerful than the blood of others, and is the ticket to figuring out what is really going on."