Coven | Underworld (Season 1)

Chapter 2: Tabula Rasa

Chapter 2: Tabula Rasa“The night is dark and full of terrors” —Game of Thrones.

Don’t misunderstand me. I am angry. Furious, on some days. Sometimes even fueled by a heavy rush of revenge when news of our death just keeps on piling up one after another. They are of different covens, yes, but I can’t help but to feel a certain sense of camaraderie, to some degree.

Vampires can be cold, but not completely unfeeling.

Those remaining covens out there, some of them are our friends and family. What if they also get attacked? What if we get attack?

As time passes by, and as history keeps trying to tell us, the emergency of the situation is becoming clearer and clearer. Call me frantic, but I’d rather die be called crazy, than be not prepared at all.

Thus I start piling up ideas, drawing out several blueprints, gathering up information and working out of my way on research that no ten year old child would even bother looking, until it all rounds up nicely into a dozen different elaborate plans. Twelve is overkill. I’ve done a lot of cutting down until I manage to reduce it to this number. But I still think it is necessary. Each design has its own merits and disadvantages. They all must exist at the same time, so that if one fails, the other can help to give some support. It all fits like a puzzle; one can not be completed without the other pieces.

And just like my blueprints, all hands must be on deck if I want to accomplish this elaborate construction.

The vampire kind is now a dying race, and it is only a matter of time before all of us are being hunted down by the werewolves.

The progress has already started, moving slowly, but surely. If we want to stay alive, we must work together to survive.

We must set aside our differences, in order to successfully form a united front.

Saying is an entirely different thing from doing the actually thing though, and I should gather a lot of guts if I want to make an actual impact. The elders mostly consist of old crones who are simply just too stubborn to change, even when the proof is glaring at them on the face. I swear, it’s like they have a personal vendetta against change or something—

Sorry, getting side-tracked there. Where was I? Oh right, delivering my speech for the plan.

Before I can confide in the entire vampire population, I must first speak to the elders of my coven. That’s a double sword to the head, because the elders are not only the leaders of this coven.

They are also my parents.

Who exactly can hold a serious talk with their parents these days? Not just these days. Ever. Period.

Zero. They think children are just that, children. Too silly to give an actual opinion. Though I’m sure that they must have felt what I’m dreading at some point in their life. And I must use that to my advantage.