They are watching you

Elise,

Une petite jeune fille, a little girl, came into the parlour today. It was already a strange day…a lot of Malkavians wanting tattoos…variations on a theme. I do not think I’ve ever seen so many Malks. And then…

It quietened down and there was a girl looking in the window. At 2.53am. A little girl. Kindred? Elise, ma chérie, I don’t…I would never have let you out of my sight at that age, if that is her age of embrace. The girl never told me her name. She said she was lost. She said she was lost she had seen you and if my heart could stop again it would have.

Ma chérie I could have killed her. I would have. Perfectly calmly. I would have killed her for even speaking of your existence in my parlour. I feel as though I’ve seen her before, but I promise you, my love, if she were 10, 20, 1000 years old, if I thought she meant you harm I would kill her immediately to keep her from harming you.

Je te promets. Maman will keep you safe.

I don’t know where I have seen her before, but she was familiar – probably using some power – definitely with that toy box, but. But. But. But but but but I can’t shake the idea that I’ve seen her before. I just need to figure out where. I need to figure out when.

The memory feels wrong. Back when I was mortal? Why is it so hard to remember so much of the past now? Things like your conception, this girl…it’s so hard to remember mortality. It’s like I remember the basics: art, business, first year of med school, you. Everything else is drifting away. It’s just out of reach and I can’t get it to come into focus.

Are these memories mine or have they been…placed? It feels like eating dinner when you’re not hungry…society says we should eat. So do we eat? Do we just make up memories and hope they’re the right ones? After everything that has happened since you were conceived I really don’t know, ma chérie, whether I am sane anymore.

Magic is an everyday occurrence, I sing you to sleep and I know you hear me. My tattoos last…why? They shouldn’t. This shouldn’t work. Why does it? What am I?

And why are there SO MANY Malkavians coming in?

Knowing them it’s probably some prophecy they think is all-important. Strange reason to get a tattoo though. It must be important for them to want permanent writing. Muninn said she only had a few words that stayed consistent.

Whatever they want won’t change, I guess. I hope whatever it is is not in la ville. It’s hard enough keeping you safe and…somewhat hidden without hundreds of Malkavians around threatening the masquerade.

I get to see the puzzle first. That’s what the odd kid said. There are…she said I’ll end up doing 200 hundred tattoos in a few nights, all on Malkavians. That’s one hell of a puzzle.

She left the pile neat… Someone left the pile neat.

Darling, I don’t understand what is happening, and I cannot tell Him very much. I’m sure he would have the resources to help if he wanted to, but I…can’t. I trust him with…I don’t trust Him not to use you.

Please, please, please be safe. Be wary, and careful, and resourceful. You’re only 6, but you are strong and clever and you are mine…

I don’t know how much longer I will be able to talk to you through songs and moods. I think you’re getting to the age where you’re going to start questioning the songs you hear. The voice you hear. We can’t have you telling Grandmère et Pèrepère that you hear voices. You’re not crazy, my love. You’re just…

You’re my baby and I miss you. I won’t ever leave you. Not ever. And I won’t let any harm come to you.

Sweet dreams my beautiful, brave girl.

Maman