Servitor:

From Journal of Alex Randall

February 13, 2000

Tonight I was made a member of the Primogen Council of Chicago. If only Simon could see me now. He was so thrilled when Vannevar adopted me as his childe. Still, Chicago has always been a dangerous city and these are very dangerous times.

I suppose I have changed to meet the times, it does make me wonder what I’ve lost. And causes me to reflect on whom I’ve lost to these dangers. Alas I suppose payments must be made as one ascends to accept power given. Or, should I say, taken?

February 14, 2000

Sam has set before me quite a quandary. Do I take what’s offered and struggle with my conscious? Or do I pass up a, potentially, once in an unlifetime proposition?

As abhorrent it is to me to take a step closer to the beast I shall one day become, I feel I must take this opportunity. Sam has always been good counsel to me and I hope to continue to enjoy her wisdom.

It is decided.

February 15, 2000

It is done.

This evening the childe of Juggler, Evelyn, met her final death. Her passing has affected me so much more than I thought it would. I had anticipated the cool detachment I felt when I saw Juggler turn to dust. It was just that there was so much passion in her final moment, so much spark. And then, it was nothing. Nothing.

I must get out of here, I’m crawling out of my skin.

February 18, 2000

I can’t begin to describe the past few days. The Primogen seat, Evelyn’s death, this strange pin given to me by Sam; it all seems surreal, like I’m watching someone else’s life. I feel amazing power, but I also feel a little out of control, colder, more calculating. This can’t all be happening to me. I’m still just an up and coming gallery owner who’s had a few lucky breaks.

Ha! Lucky breaks. How many have been crushed under my callous boot heel? Who am I to think that I am so different, dare I say, so much better? I am lower than those I would call dirt. What have I done? Am I prepared for the Beast I know is inside me?

I must pull myself together. This is no time for me to sink into the comforting depths of self pity and depression.

February 19, 2000

Back to business matters. Prince Reg has asked me to assist him in creating a collection worth the Prince of Chicago. I have just the artist in mind for a few pieces. He is the most gifted artist, with an incredible touch.

Although we have never met face-to-face, in fact we’ve never spoken, I feel drawn to him. His PR woman here in Chicago is phenomenal. She has rare talents and a real eye for what is truly sublime.

Ah, what shall I plan for my beautiful artist, Raphè, and the intelligent, talented Elizabeth? Shall I take them under my wing?

Look out. I’m back.

February 20, 2000

I’ve sent a messenger to Portia with my condolences for Annebelle’s passing. I wanted to let her know that she may think of me as a kindly uncle. Ha! How’s that for irony? At any rate, I told her I wanted her to continue her position running Hell. Told her I wouldn’t interfere, except for one little thing…the security has to change. No one’s safe any more, I want security beefed up, have an "outside" consultant take a look at things.

Oh, and if she every needs anything from her "old" uncle…

February 21, 2000

Sam keeps reminding me that, as a member of the Primogen Council, I’m allow to take a childe. Then she asks, with an evil glint in her eye, if I have anyone in mind. Ooh, sometimes she takes it too far. And to think, when I first met her she was embarrassed about wearing pants, let alone by my sexuality. How things change.

I can’t help but think of Juan as I contemplate creating another childe. I just don’t know if I can bear to have someone that close again and lose them. I know that I wouldn’t just take a childe. I must find and groom the right person. I just have to talk them into becoming my ghoul.

Yeah, that should be easy. "Hi, I’m Alex Randall. How would you like to have incredible powers, never age, and be a part of secret society that basically runs the mortal world?" "Oh, and, by the way, you’d be my slave and you’d have to drink my blood. Sound good?" That’s a real easy thing to bring up in conversation.

I know whom I want, but am I ready for another relationship like that? Who am I kidding, I’m so ready.

Now, I just have to call him. Yikes.

February 22, 2000

I feel like a school boy. I just called Elizabeth at Raphè's gallery to set up a meeting with him. Wouldn’t you know it, HE answered the phone!

It just so happens he has some new work he’s "very proud of" and "would I be interested in visiting the studio for drinks and an exclusive look at his new work." Honey, the sun cannot rise and set fast enough!

February 23, 2000

Magical, just magical, how else to describe this evening? We met at his studio and he showed me some interesting things. Most interesting. His personal collection runs heavily on occult items, but he doesn’t pursue the occult. It’s more like it follows him. He seems to have some magical ability, how much I need to find out. At this time, it appears he has little knowledge, consciously, of his power. I feel he is an even better choice to retain than I had originally thought. I am in awe of his talent, stunned by his intelligence and thrilled by his beauty. Photographs do not do this man justice!

After he showed me a piece called "The Embrace," I knew he was it. I took him to Harry’s Velvet Room to better introduce him to, what he refers to as, a parallel reality.

I won’t go into detail now, but there is a chemistry, a tangible force between us. He is mine. It remains to be seen if I am to be his as well.

February 24, 2000

A time has been set for the new Council to meet. So much of the Council is new, it will be interesting to see who decides to make a power play at this first meeting. My guess is Vannevar will subtly make his very powerful presence known. I also suppose that the existing members will attempt to strong arm the "junior" members from the word go.

I do hope that my diplomacy skills aren’t too rusty. I can already feel the Sabbat, the Technocracy, and other unnamed forces breathing down my neck.

February 25, 2000

The Council meeting is tonight. I doubt I will have time to write much following the meeting. I’m sure we will meet until the wee hours of the morning.