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Message: <blockquote data-quote="reapersaurus" data-source="post: 843708" data-attributes="member: 1194">Nikolai sees the scene play out before his horrified eyes, and the memories in his brain he tried desperately to lock up fly free like a Pandora's Box - Seeing the hapless human's plight in the face of vampiric powers brings his past screaming to the surface as insistent as a banshee.The feelings of being helpless.The feeling of being manipulated by someone else's will - of your control being swept away like a child's boat in a rapid - of your best mortal intentions being dismissed by a freak of nature that should be long dead and gone.The strong similarity between Nikolai's mortal experiences and one of New York's finest becomes too much for him - he bends to one knee while witnessing The Blood in use, his hand clutching at his forehead, wishing he could claw his eyes out, if it would remove the memory.His cool, submissive demeanor cracks completely, and he cries out, addressing the night in desperation and a vain hope that the cause of his pain is near enough to hear (the bastard):" You sick fu¢k!You manufactured this, didn't you?!You get off on twisting the knife, eh?Why don't you come out of the shadows you slink around in and let the "Puce Poseur" show everyone the "Art" he can play on his own kind?!! "Nikolai's senses on full, he grasps his submachinegun, ready to fire at anything in the yard of graves that responds to his outcry.</blockquote>