Rahi

Rahi Delauney was born June 5, 1960. Her father , Omar Hazzeem arrived from Libya only 10 years before she was born. A devout muslim, he found his way in America by educating on College Campus's the muslim faith. Her mother, Julian Delauney, was one of the students he educated at Berkley. She fell in love with her instructor, and converted to his faith so that they might become married.
It was 10 years before Julian was able to conceive, which had begun to strain the marriage she found herself in, because of course her husband wished an heir. And when his child finally was delivered, he was irrate, seeing his first child was to be a girl. Omar divorced his wife within the next year. Deeming her unworthy to further his line, and Julian was forced to raise her child on her own as a waitress/secretary. Holding several jobs at a time to ensure her daughter had everything she needed.

Rahi never met her father, she was told as soon as she was able to ask, that her father did not acknowledge her. And so Julian and her daughter converted to Christianity once more, and lived out the majority of thier days in Northern California. Rahi did not lead a life of priviledge, so instead she excelled in her studies. And had at least a 3.5 gpa through her entire elementary and high school career. In 1979, she found herself avidly recruited by colleges all over the country. But in the end, it was not any college that had won her over. It was the United States Army. She was trained as military police, and soon specialized in becoming a sniper. It was unheard of for a women to be a member of the sniper squad. But for every obstical laid before her, she hurdled it. Knowing she wanted to prove her ability.

Two years into her service with the Army, her mother was killed. The man she was working for as a secretary was a criminal involved somehow with the mob. The police had been attempting for years to find something on this man, and finally they hit pay-dirt. He was laundering money, and smuggling weapons for the mob into the state of California. When the police surrounded the man's offices, he took a hostage, Julian Delauney. By the end of the stand off, the police entered the offices by force, and Julian was hit with a stray bullet, killing her almost immediately.

Rahi was given the choice to leave the service in light of what had happened to her mother. But she knew she had no where else to go, so she finished out her term with the service and in 1984 returned to civilian life.

Within a year of being out, Rahi had begun to go stir crazy, not having any family or real friends to call her own, she had been sending resume's to several police agency's looking for a job in something she was qualified for. But again, a women sniper isnt the norm. And she was rejected several times. Despite her immaculate record with the Army.

In 1985, she was finally offered a job. If that is what you want to call it.

While living in San Deigo. She received a phone call. The man on the other end of the line began to tell Rahi of her entire life. Things she was involved with in school, things she did for the Army while in service. Told her in detail what had happened to her mother, and finally told her where her father was and the activities he had been involved with since leaving the America's and returning to Libya.

She was in shock that someone was able to detail her life so extensively, and demanded to know who he was and what he wanted from her. Instead she was given a location. And told her to meet him there at midnight, if she wished to forfill her destiny.

Rahi woke up two days later. Her hands were bound behind her back, her feet tied together, and when she opened her eyes and mouth, dirt filled them both, choking and blinding her. She struggled with everything she had, feeling the ropes around her arms and legs biting into her flesh. She was cold and sluggish, her mind racing to figure out what had happened to her. And then her body lurched. A smell hit her that made her entire body struggle even against her will, her stomach suddenly ached like nothing she had ever felt before, she felt the hunger travel down her own spine forcing her to struggle even harder. Rahi screamed against the dirt in her mouth, but it sounded alien to her, something inhuman, monsterous. And finally one of the ropes snapped on her wrist, allowing her to force her hand up through the dirt, digging her way up. She kicked hard with her feet until she felt the ropes there also give way. Her fingernails snapped against the hard clay dirt she was buried in. She could feel her strength leaving her, which only forced her to fight harder, she did not want to stay in the dirt forever, and she knew whatever that smell was above her would make everything better.

When she finally pulled herself out of the grave, her eyes rolled back into her head like that of a shark, and she bit down on the fresh body laid before her. She does not remember actually drinking. All she does remember is collapsing beside her first meal, and the warmth that flooded her body as she drained it of every drop of blood.

Her sire's name was Alesis. And as soon as she woke from her creation rites, he had her on a plane, taking her to Mexico City. For four years he trained her exclusively. Teaching her of the Clan and thier purpose in the sect. She met many clan mates in Mexico. She also watched first hand the policits of the Capital City of the Sabbat. At the end of her four years in Mexico. Alesis handed her a file, and told her to leave the city. She was never to see him again. And when he needed her he would contact her via-email.

Since that night in 1990. Rahi has been on her own. She has traveled to many Sabbat cities. To participate in vaulderie and other festive rites of the sect. But she has never chosen to stay at any of these locations. She has kept in contact with her sire through email, slowly making the technology they use better over time. He messages her whenever he has a mark for her. And when she completes her mission, she recieves her payment in an off shore account.


It had been suggested to her some time ago, by her sire, that she should finally destroy all human ties left in the world, and finally face the mental demons that haunted her. In order for her to do so, she had to travel to the one place in the world she never planned to see, Libya.

It was not hard for her to find her target. Her mortal father, who was now old and feeble. But she observed her prey for many weeks, having never laid eyes on him as a child, and learned everything she could about him before finally moving in for the kill. She crept into the old man's run down home, and stood at the foot of his bed for what seemed like hours before he finally woke, feeling the presence of another in his room. The old man, stared up at the dark figure lingering over him, and simply studied her for some time, seeming anything but afraid by her presence. The silence was broken at last by the old man, but only to her, for the rest of the house remained as cold and quiet as death. And his weak voice asked if she was death, here to deliver him to his God.

With a small shake of her head, she moved closer to Omar Hazzeem. And knelt beside him, allowing him a clearer picture of her face. And this is when recognition finally shown in his eyes. "You have the look of your Mother. But I know this cannot be real, you have not aged."

With a tilt of her head, Rahi reached up and touched the side of her father's face. Black leather gloves preventing her cold fingers from actually touching him. "I am eternal, Father." She said in a low and monotone voice. "Your blood lives on in me, your Eldest. Even though I was rejected because of my sex. It is I that will live on forever, even after your name is forgotten, and your brood long dead. I came here to show you that. To show you you turned on the wrong one. It was my destiny to carry on your name, even if your God wouldnt accept that from a women. For I live beyond death. And I have come here to deliver to you the peace you do not deserve. I will empty this corpse you live in, and your soul will move on from this place. Yes I am death. But I will not deliver you to your God. For you do not deserve such forgiveness, for turning away from your first born."

And with that, she stood, pulling him out of his bed and to his feet. She stood slightly taller then him as she forced his neck to the side, her grip on him hard as she viciously tore into his throat. The old man did not struggle, in fact he wrapped his arms around his daughter and allowed her to embrace him. And silence fell over the house again as Rahi drained the vitae from her mortal fathers form. The resounding beating of his heart ever slowing, his grip on her weakening, until finally she heard the long exhale of breath finally leave him, the deathrattle that told her he was gone. And she gently lay his body back on his bed, licking the wound clean.

She covered his form with the thin worn fabric he called a blanket, and stared down at his corpse. Her dark eyes reflected nothing, no emotion evident in her features, as she silently laid her personal demons to rest. And moments later, as she stood on the top of a neighboring building, the reflection of her father's home slowly turning into a bright orange glow in her eyes, she still showed no reaction. She was now ready to accept her destiny as a childe of Caine.