Amy

There was no mistaking it, the sound coming from Donovon was a laugh, a terrible, mocking, grating laugh.

"Oh so young, so tender of heart. Speak straight she says, tell her what I'll do? Onlyfools speak straight!" The way she said "fools" sounded venomous, even for Donovon.

"Our kind live by secrets, whelp. If a kine asks you to have lunch, do you talk straight to them and admit you can't because the sun will turn you to ash? If someone compliments your hair, do you remove the mask to show them the monster you are? If one of the other fledglings ask what disciplines you know, do you just tell them exposing your limits and abilities to the entire city?"

Donovon turned her back to Amy. "Straight you say? So be it girl, I'll tell you. You are an anomaly. You understand a discipline that does not belong to you. It's something your sire, or his sire, or her sire, or the next one doesn't know, nor should they. There is much of our condition that cannot be explained, try as some might, but there are certain knowns, and you contradict one of them. Dementation, the power you used on Mike and Slick, belong to Clan Malkavian an no other." She turned her head around, her eye narrowed. "When such rules are broken, it speaks of dark times to come. "If you tell any other outside the Nosferatu about what you did, what you can do, they will kill you. They will kill you because you are different, they will do so because they do not understand, and we will let them because we will not sacrifice ourselves for you."

Donovon looked away. "Be mad if you want. Shout about how life isn't fair. Condemn our kind for being stupid and shortsighted. Know that there is something wrong within you though."