Camarilla of Boulder

enter the world of darkness...

Boulder by Night

Adagietto, beginning in a Phrygian scale.

“There is a wind in the mountains, you know. It’s there, even when you can’t hear it, a pitch so low that it seems the reverberation of the earth itself. That wind moves through Boulder like a slow, crushing wave. It shifts things in the gut. It makes you tell secrets you’d rather not even know in the first place. It makes you crazy. I hear it, it’s always going by my head, callin’ my name.”

“Lenny”, it says. “Lenny, you gotta.”

“Gotta do fuckin’ what?” I ask, but there ain’t no answer. It’s a one way conversation. So I start talkin’, to take up the slack. Silence is no ones friend.

“Gotta feed. Gotta fight. Gotta flee. Gotta take what’s mine. Ain’t no power in the ‘verse can stop me… save the next guy. So ya gotta watch him. Learn his moves, watch his dance, and then, just when he ain’t lookin’… boom! Ya cut in and steal his girl, his stash, maybe even his undead non-beating mother-fucking heart.

They call it a Requiem. Like it’s a dirge, a final solemn tune. Fuck that. Life may be over, but it’s just starting. There’s room to move here, room to grow, room to get what’s yours. This isn’t the final dance of the night, folks… the music of the night is just beginning.

Then again, that wind outside is still blowing, ain’t it?”

IC Lead-in to the Chronicle

The Requiem begins...