Is it a betrayal?

[homeless_pard]

Who: Ulf
When: A few years after the letter to Req
What: Getting the fuck out of dodge.

The paper in his hand crinkled softly; it wasn't his first time going to an airport. Far from, he traveled on behalf of the Little Master often since she didn't wish to. Likewise he knew how to drive for that reason, though he didn't prefer it. Unlike many Council members, well, his bloodline didn't have a bevy of members No slavishly devoted new turns.

They were 'picky'.

Or rather not many living people matched the degree of gleeful carnage that drew Her interest. They had one or two over the years, and they inevitably ended up dead on one venture or another. She had been considering visiting Ruwanda before leaving again for the North. What better place to find someone who could 'keep up' than a place full of generations of war at this point?

Sadly for the bloodline, even berserkr grew weary eventually. It may be years, even generations, before that battle frenzy bubbled warmly in his veins again. A timeline that made his Master uneasy now. Time played heavy on her the more she tried to look at it now, and that made her uncomfortable and restless. Not a state that ever made her happy, poor child. "He was suppose to flying to Africa now honestly.

Suppose to be.

In reality he was standing in the terminal staring at the gates, his other hand tight enough on the shoulder strap of his bag to make the leather creak. He should have his sword, but it was gone from his side. Mailed.

Mailed ahead, if he chose the second gate.

He knew he would be alright if he chose either; he could stand on his own and could have for more years than he cared to count now. It would just come down to blocking her for the first time in his life. Laughable really, that he had felt as a father to her for so many years, then her only friend, and now nothing more than her oldest servant that she could confide in.

Things would go poorly for everyone if he left. She'd lash out without thought for consequence at anyone nearby. Feeders, servants, Council members, it wouldn't matter. Unfortunately for the Council, well, they'd never seen the child-master fight. They thought she held her place because she had a strong right arm in her wolf.

He'd pity them, were they worth it.

Sadly people would die at her hands, and most would not deserve it. The Vampire Council as it was set up in Europe had many lives dependent on it, and many young, naive turns. He wasn't close to any of them, not with the little lady getting oddly jealous in the last hundred years, but he offered what wisdom he could.

Which did he weigh more; mitigating the wrath of his master or...his sanity? The decision point had come sooner than he had wished honestly. He had thought there would be time to see the dark woods once more and the clean snow when he went North with her. This was too soon...

...and yet not soon enough.

Stay and kill her with his own hands in time.

Then himself.

Or grasp at some chance to live and let her stay alive as well.

Africa or America?

Either way he was landing close to sunrise, and that was a danger in and of itself. Delays could be handled, he was flying first class with some very specific instructions to trusted attendants but...

...still. No matter his decision he could be killed within a hour of landing.

Why had Requiem ever written back?

He sighed, hand crumpling the tickets again. Right, time to choose.

Delay served no one here.