VtM:B Dialog Transcripts [WIP]

FOREWARD

Spite is a powerful motivator, and since the only written transcript of game dialogue I could find anywhere on the internet was from the Yu-Gi-Oh! Abridged Wiki page, I've made my own, sans the dated role play schtick.
This is just a reference for dialogue lines as they were when I pulled them from the subtitles.
These are grouped together by character, instead of chronological or by scene. They were all separate items in the game files and I don't have a good enough memory offhand to put everything in the proper order myself.
Pulling all the quotes together was enough of a task all its own, attempting to sort things by extra conditions would have put me in over my head. As of the making of this masterlist I've only had one full playthrough of Bloodlines, which was also my first, several months ago. I'm still very new to this world, and its lore. This list is also still incomplete as of its recompiling onto this webpage, with intent to one day return to this project to mine the rest of the NPC speech files.
I'm also very ADHD, so if there are any errors that you notice, please feel free to contact me with the necessary revisions and I will edit accordingly.
All that out of the way, the promised content is below.
Have fun!

-- Hollow Lich ( gerardwaygacy@gmail.com )
[FEB | 13-? | 2021] _{(edited 4/02/2023)}
_{DISCLAIMER: it was only until i was decently into working on this that I remembered that I had Clan Quest Mod/Plus Patch installed. I'm personally not familiar enough with either to be able to differentiate what is what, if anything's been changed in the dlg files, so be aware of that when proceeding. My apologies.}

NOTATION 4/02/2023

From what I understand this reference doc has been pretty useful to at least a small handful of people and for that reason alone I want to be sure it's continued its continued availability to fic writers in need is secured, so now we have this page in addition to the original google doc. Now, as Bill and Ted would say... Be excellent to each other, and party on dudes!

--Nyx Hollow Graveweaver.

Your sire - tragic, my apologies, but you see, there is a strict code of conduct that all of us must... must... adhere to if we wish to survive.

When someone, anyone, breaks these laws, they undermine the well-worn fabric of our centuries-old society. Understand my predicament.

Allowing you to live makes me directly responsible for your subsequent behavior. So... what I'm offering is not generosity, but the opportunity to transcend the fate woven by your sire.

This - is your trial. You will be brought to Santa Monica. There, you will meet an agent by the name of Mercurio. He will provide the details of your labor. I've shown you great clemency. Prove it was more than a wasted gesture, fledgling. Don't come back... until you do. Good evening.

There you are. I was informed of your presence in the building. Since you're here, I'll take the liberty of assuming you've destroyed the warehouse.... This is correct, yes?

Most excellent. I had no doubt you'd prove my decision a prudent one. I trust you encountered no... impediments to your progress on account of my personnel?

That is the answer I like to hear.

A taste of what's to come... [laughs to self]you have no idea.

Oh? Then I'll see that he's suitably punished. Nonetheless, you've triumphed. My commendations.

You've done well, circumstances being what they were. I will admit, not many in your... position would have overcome such a trial. But don't misunderstand me, it was no fool's errand.

You may yet prove to be a genuine asset. It's a bit disturbing, the lack of talent within this organization as of late. Tell me, what would you say to doing a bit of reconnaissance for me?

Excellent. Were you by chance in the military at all? I was an officer myself, actually, in Napoleon's ranks.

Don't be so hasty to inflate your own worth. You've succeeded once - very admirable - but in the grand scheme of it all, an infant's stride of progress. If you're looking to make a name for yourself, listen very carefully.

Don't be so hasty to inflate your own worth. You've succeeded once - very admirable - but if you're looking to make a name for yourself, Ventrue, listen very carefully.

There have been whispers, rumors spreading around the Kindred community concerning the Elizabeth Dane, the cargo ship that was towed into port recently. Have you heard of it?

The Dane was found out at sea. The reports say it was without crew, but they have yet to report a fate of said crew.

The police are investigating the Dane as we speak. Even the Nosferatu have little information on what's been found. However, the reason the ship has caused such speculation, is because it was transporting an object called the Ankaran Sarcophagus.

Now, I'm not one to predicate a decision based on conjecture, so what I need is fact - and more importantly, I need evidence that the occurrences on the Dane were not supernatural in nature, and in no way relate to this Ankaran Sarcophagus.

Should I repeat myself? I do believe I mentioned the fact that I bent the delicate laws that govern our society to allow you a chance to live. If that isn't enough... I can give you another reason.

[Domination]You - will go - to the Elizabeth - Dane.

You have three objectives: One - I want you to examine the sarcophagus for anything unusual; you may sense something peculiar about the sarcophagus. In fact, many Kindred in the city have reported an uneasiness in the air since the Dane's arrival.

Do not, under any circumstances, open the Ankaran Sarcophagus. Secondly - the police have begun their investigation; find out what they have concluded thus far. Thirdly - take the cargo manifest for the ship; I want to find out what else it was carrying.

The last thing we want is police aware of our existence, so... be careful what you do in front of them. And unlike the warehouse, you cannot wholesale slaughter a ship full of lawmen without consequences. Is this understood?

Oh, and it has come to my attention that you had an encounter with Nines Rodriguez earlier. The man so does love to throw that cretinous charm of his brashly about. What exactly did Mister Rodriguez say?

I see. Then, you should go humor the by-the-numbers rhetoric he's so desperately aching to spew. Oh please, before the chants of "fascist oppressor" from that dive of theirs clog the air and choke the local kine.

I see. Then, you should go humor the by-the-numbers rhetoric he's so desperately aching to spew. Oh please, before the chants of "fascist oppressor" from that dive of theirs clog the air and choke the local kine. Consider it a lesson. You see, we Ventrue sometimes must take it upon ourselves to patronize the rabble and hear them out with a look of genuine concern, no matter how ridiculous their notions may be.

Give the anarch community my regards.

Nothing they haven't crassly delivered untold times within Elysium. You have to understand: most of the anarchs know no better option, or have been bullied into their cause by the unrulier ones. You can't fault all for the boorishness of a few.

If I may give you a piece of advice - always listen to others' words carefully. Read between the lines, gauge where you stand with them and who they decry or exalt. The more you know about someone, the greater your advantage.

Their zeal is admirable, but their ideas impractical for a society that must maintain secrecy and organization to stem its own genocide from coming about. I don't suppose they told you this is the only so-called "Free States" that hasn't folded. No? Imagine that.

Now that that's out of the way, I trust you're prepared to leave for the Dane.

Good. I'm counting on an encore exposition of the talent you showed earlier. Go! And remember, under no circumstances are you to open the Ankaran Sarcophagus. We'll talk later.

I suppose I can spare a few seconds....

It's common knowledge. I was born in Calais, France over two hundred years ago. When I graduated from the Royal Military Academy, I joined Napoleon's army. It was shortly after Waterloo when I was Embraced by a Belgian noble. From that time onward, I counted some of the greatest Kindred in Europe as my mentors, and worked toward establishing a Camarilla presence in new territories. In time , I came to the Americas and staked power in New York. Soon after, I headed West to claim domain.

We share the same blood, you and I. Without the Ventrue, the organization of the Camarilla would have dissipated long ago, and the other clans would have turned to each other's throats over petty landgrabs. That... is the burden we must bear.

I'm Ventrue. But I don't disparage any of the other clans. All are equally important in maintaining the foundations of the Camarilla and the elders of each serve as my counsel.

There were few anarchs of note or of sufficient rowdiness to lead the pack after the Kuei-jin invaded and gave so many of them their Final Death. It seems that Nines Rodriguez became leader by default, after nobody else wanted the responsibility.

You've met Beckett? Yes, he did pay me the courtesy of announcing his presence in my city. He's lionized in Kindred society - by most. Beckett's the definition of renowned scholar, but he's also a lone wolf, and owes allegiance only to his intellectual pursuits.

Jack... hmm. The man is a scourge - the physical manifestation of chaos. Whenever he makes an appearance in one's city, it is only a matter of time before a calamity is attributed to his latest lark.

He's my sheriff. When there is a problem that words are wasted on, I send him. The less one sees of him, the better.

In this age of information, videotape, and weapons of mass destruction, the Camarilla is more necessary than it has ever been. The alternative to thorough secrecy these days... is extinction. As long as we exist, so shall Kindred society.

Every night you wake up, be thankful you were not sired by one of their kind or you would have woken under the ground - forced to claw your way up from the dirt into a brief, bloody, violent existence. Savages... bloodthirsty, irresponsible heathens!

All I know about the Ankaran Sarcophagus is what I've heard on the news. It was found during an archaeological excavation in Turkey and it appears ancient. There could be nothing but dust inside - however, that does not discount the possibility of it containing some Kindred artifact... or even a mummy…

... all of these evidence of the supernatural, and therefore potentially damaging to us. As for it containing an ancient Kindred, the Camarilla does not put stock in the actuality of Antediluvians; they're myths. Don't let anyone tell you differently.

[Frustrated sigh]I don't have time for a monologue. Give me the... bullet points of what you saw.

[Pissed]One of my people was monitoring the police radio. Very sloppy. I stated explicitly that you were not to kill any police officers. Their deaths attract attention and we have to generate spin to attach the blame to natural causes.

[Enraged]What did I tell you?!? It's all over the police radio! Do you comprehend the consequences of your actions? This kind of exposure reeks of the supernatural in mortal eyes! Even the Sabbat aren't this careless!

I'm losing my patience. What did you see on the ship?

I explicitly asked you not to harm any of the police officers! I'm only going to tell you this once: if you break the Masquerade - if we are exposed - pray that the mortals kill you, for every Kindred on this planet will hunt your blood.

And the Ankaran Sarcophagus - what did you see?

[Somewhat shocked] Opened? [shock goes away]Let's not jump to conclusions. Give me the manifest and your notes, I'll sort this mess later. [sighs]You might have noticed when you came in, the parade of malingering mollycoddles filing out.

Those were the primogen - this city's clan elders - a worrisome bunch devoted first and foremost to the security of their own skin. Which is why they were here. It seems Alistair Grout, the Malkavian primogen, has either forgotten HOW to answer his phone... or is missing.

Each minor problem like a grain of sand, each night I inherit the desert. The Sabbat's appearance has put the primogen on edge. Grout's mansion is in the Hollywood Hills. I need you to pry Grout out of whatever crack he's crawled into and have him contact us.

Every problem that's brought to me has to be dealt with. It's the seemingly insignificant, time-consuming trivialities that plague my night - which is why, when I assign you a simple task, I only want to hear unbridled vehemence on your part. Understood?

Each minor problem like a grain of sand, each night I inherit the desert. It's the seemingly insignificant, time-consuming trivialities that plague my night - which is why, when I assign you a simple task, I only want to hear unbridled vehemence on your part. Understood?

Listen, Ventrue, and listen well. I need someone I can depend on, someone who, if they serve me well, will go very far. Do as I ask, and you will know my appreciation. Refuse me, and you will never rise above the rank of foot soldier. Understood?

I'm assigning you something that can't be screwed up. Charitably. This is your chance to gain a small, but significant amount of my good graces back. [slightly angry] I strongly urge you to accept.

My thanks. And that goes a long way in this city.

[Domination]Go - see - Grout.

Yes, for the moment. You know, your demeanor thus far bears similar characteristics to those that rise to the top of this organization. Stay that course.

Yes, about Grout: as I said, Grout is the Malkavian primogen. His behavior and home are... eccentric, to say the least. He's developed a paranoid bent lately, so you may have to check under every bed in the place for him.

The primogen hate to be kept waiting... and they let me know that frequently.

They are the representatives of their clans, though more often than not, they represent their own best interests. They stay close to power, but are too fearful of the consequences to wield it. Nonetheless, I seek their counsel on occasion.

The primogen still haven't been contacted by Grout. I thought I made it clear that you were not supposed to come back until we had heard from him.

[Utter surprise]Bach! Every time I think he's lost the scent.... So, Bach killed Grout to draw me out.

Bach is a hunter. They stalk and kill our kind to appease their God. But like many mortals, their so-called faith is nothing but a conduit through which they quench their killing urge. Who else would have killed Grout?

On the way in, I saw Nines Rodriguez leaving the mansion.

[Pauses, as if in shock]Look at me. Are you sure it was Nines Rodriguez? Because if it was, the consequences... Do you know where this might lead? [calmly]Do you really have any idea?

It means... Under most circumstances, I would call a blood hunt on the murderer immediately. However, the anarchs of this city may interpret such an action to be a declaration of war. I do not want a war with them. This decision will take some time.

Don't speak, don't act, don't presume EVER on my behalf. You haven't the slightest sense of my accountability.

I need to confer with the primogen on this. In the meantime, I've come to a decision on the Ankaran Sarcophagus, and I believe that for the safety of the inhabitants of this city, we need to place the sarcophagus under Camarilla protection, until its contents can be confirmed.

You're becoming quite indispensable to me, so - out of all my available personnel, I'm going to entrust the retrieval of the sarcophagus to you. It was quietly delivered to the Museum of Natural History a few hours ago.

You don't like me. I can be a bit harsh at times, but you must remember, the responsibility of this city's Kindred rests on my shoulders. So naturally, I cannot always be a patient man. But you have been of service and it is appreciated.

This also is very important, so I need to call upon your skill once more. The Ankaran Sarcophagus was quietly delivered to the Museum of Natural History a few hours ago. I would like you to bring it back here for safekeeping.

The manifest from the Dane shows there was a small box from the same dig on board, but it was listed as missing. Keep an eye open for it, it may have been overlooked. It's crucial we get the sarcophagus in our possession within the next few hours.

Yes, of course. Here. I can't have one of my representatives running around wearing attire befitting a cut-rate funeral parlor. Invest it carefully.

Begging does not befit one of our blood. I suggest you put some effort into developing a more elegant elocution. Here. Do something about your attire, as well.

I have methodically calculated a solution to each dilemma thrust upon our community and I don't have the time to paint your tiny mind its place in the big picture for each and every instance. So either serve your function... or get out of my sight.

Here are the keys to the front door of the museum. The sarcophagus should be in an examination room of some sort. There's a small security staff on site, but I don't want a massacre. Mortals are just as easy to deceive as they are to kill.

My history with that family dates back to Bach's grandfather, who pursued me into Africa, where I killed him. Bach's father tracked me to London to meet his death. And now Bach and the Society of Leopold have followed me across America. They never learn.

Witch hunters - an anachronistic holdover from the Middle Ages. They are inquisitors whose fanaticism has convinced them that their triumph over the supernatural will save mankind and secure them a cushy spot in heaven.

There is a degree of immediacy attached to this task. Work fast. And, as on the Dane, you are not to open the Ankaran Sarcophagus for any reason. Excuse me

Those who scorn me are not often given a second chance to return to my favor - make your case quickly.

Hmm. Your youth and ignorance are hardly an excuse for your impudence, but I still have use of you. See that it never happens again. The only use for two olive branches is kindling.

Oh, and to show my appreciation for your dedicated service to me, I have secured you a haven nearby - in the Skyeline apartment building. I hope it's to your liking.

[Like talking to the mentally ill]Yes, yes... I'm sure it was quite an experience.

And another thing: you've been attracting a lot of attention to yourself, mortal attention, but I'm going to overlook it for now. But keep breaking the Masquerade, and I guarantee you'll never break it again.

And another thing: you've been attracting a lot of attention to yourself, mortal attention, but I'm going to overlook it for now. But keep breaking the Masquerade, and I guarantee you'll never break it again.

One more thing: you've been careless lately about maintaining the Masquerade. See that you don't attract any more attention.

[Pissed]One last thing: break the Masquerade again and it will be your last time. Mark my words.

[Slightly unhappy]Oh, and a reminder: I've overlooked your previous Masquerade violations. Break it again, and it will be your last time.

My fellow Kindred,

Good evening.

My apologies for disrupting any business or interfering with prior engagements you may have had this evening. It's unfortunate that the affair that gathers us tonight is a troubling one. We are here because the laws that bind our society - the laws that are the fabric of our existence - have been broken. As prince, under Camarilla law, I am within my rights to grant or deny the Kindred of this city the privilege of siring childer. Many of you have come to me seeking permission, and I have endorsed some of these requests.

My apologies for disrupting any business or interfering with prior engagements you may have had this evening. It's unfortunate that the affair that gathers us together tonight is a troubling one. We are here because the laws that bind our society - the laws that are the fabric of our existence - have been broken. As prince, I am within my rights to grant or deny the Kindred of this city the privilege of siring. Many of you have come to me seeking permission, and I have endorsed some of these requests.

We are here because the laws that bind our society - the laws that are the fabric of our existence - have been broken. As prince of this city, I am within my rights to grant or deny the privilege of siring.

However, the accused that sits before you tonight was not refused permission. Indeed, my permission was never sought at all. They were caught shortly after the Embrace of this childe. It pains me to announce the sentence, as... up to tonight I considered the accused a loyal and upstanding member of our organization. But as some of you may know, the penalty for this transgression is death. Know that I am no more a judicator than I am a servant to the law that governs us all. Let tonight's proceeding serve as a reminder to our community that we must adhere to the code that binds our society, lest we endanger all of our blood.

However, the accused that sits before you tonight was not refused permission. Indeed, my permission was never sought at all. They were caught shortly after Embracing that one. It pains me to announce the sentence, as... up to tonight I considered the accused a loyal and upstanding member of our organization. But as some of you may know, the penalty for this transgression is death. Know that I am no more a judicator than I am a servant to the law that governs us all. Let tonight's proceeding serve as a reminder to our community that we must adhere to the code that binds our society, lest we endanger all of our blood.

However, the accused that sits before you tonight was not refused permission. Indeed, my permission was never sought at all. It pains me to announce this sentence, but as some of you may know, the penalty is death. Know that I am no more a judicator than I am a servant to the law that governs us all. Let tonight's proceeding serve as a reminder to our community that we must adhere to the code that binds our society, lest we endanger all our blood.

Forgive me.

Let the penalty commence.

Which leads to the fate of the ill-begotten childe. Without a sire, most childer are doomed to walk the Earth never knowing their place, their responsibility, and most importantly, the laws they must obey. Therefore, I have decided that -

Which leads to the fate of the ill-begotten progeny. Without a sire, most childer are doomed to walk the Earth never knowing their place, their responsibility, and most importantly, the laws they must obey. Therefore, I have decided that -

If Mister Rodriguez would let me finish.

I have decided to let this Kindred live. They shall be instructed in the ways of our kind and be granted the same rights. Let no one say I am unsympathetic to the plights and causes of this community. I thank you all for attending these proceedings, and I hope their significance is not lost. Good evening.

I have decided to let this one live. They shall be instructed in the ways of our kind and be granted the same rights. Let no one say I am unsympathetic to the plights and causes of this community. I thank you all for attending these proceedings, and I hope their significance is not lost. Good night.

I have decided to let this one live. They shall be instructed in the ways of our kind and granted the same rights. Let no one say I am unsympathetic to the plights and causes of this community. Good night.

[Offended]Let you finish? With whom do you presume you're speaking?

I'm glad you find this so amusing. I don't. And do you know why?

A blood hunt is a death sentence. When one commits a high crime against our society, a blood hunt may be called. It is then the responsibility of the city's Kindred to bring the offender Final Death.

Good. There's a boat waiting for you on the beach in Santa Monica.

The folly of leadership is knowing that no matter what you do, behind your back there's hundreds certain that their own solution is the sounder one, and that your decision was the... by-product of a whimsical dart toss. The folly of leadership is knowing that no matter what you do, behind your back there's hundreds certain that their own solution is the sounder one, and that your decision was the... by-product of a whimsical dart toss.

I pronounce the blast sentence and I soak the critical fallout. I make the decisions no one else will. Leadership... I wear the albatross and a bull's-eye.

The blood hunt on Nines Rodriguez for the murder of Alistair Grout will be called. Rodriguez's execution is only a matter of time. I have lit the fuse - if a war ignites, it's my head they will sharpen the pikes for.

At least I can rest easy in knowing that you, my most promising attendant, has relieved me of one encumbrance tonight. Do you need assistance bringing the sarcophagus up to my office?

Given my humor at the moment, I hope for your sake you've brought back the sarcophagus - so at least that matter is under control.

Now to the matter of the sarcophagus.... Do you need assistance bringing it up?

Stolen?!?

[Furious]STOLEN?!? HOW? [Grunts in frustration/rage]Who would...? [Pauses, then, revelation]Oh... Gary. Gary, you treasonous maggot! I should have anticipated your treachery, sewer rat!

The Nosferatu primogen. The Nosferatu were responsible for finding out where the sarcophagus was taken after the Dane, and for getting keys to the museum. They were the only ones who knew! It's obvious to me now, my mistake.

I want him found! I want him... [stops himself from saying "killed"]found. The sarcophagus could be... exploited... causing who knows what catastrophe to this city. If it were to fall into the wrong hands…

You will find the sarcophagus because I already entrusted its retrieval to you before... and you failed to bring it back, did you not?!?

You never completed your task; I still don't have the sarcophagus.

[With urgency, irritation ][sighs]The Nosferatu lurk in the filth below the streets of Hollywood, but not even I know just where they hide. Hollywood is, unfortunately, lacking in any Camarilla loyalties.

Hollywood's Baron is an anarch named Isaac. Isaac's more civil than the anarchs downtown, but... nonetheless, he wears his mistrust of me on his sleeve. He may know how to contact the Nosferatu.

Find Gary and get him to talk. That sarcophagus could be used against us. Do not come back until you have it. Now, I must announce the blood hunt - and bear the brunt of all consequences. [To sheriff]Escort [them] out.

[Overjoyed]My wunderkind returns! In my entire court, I knew there was only one who could have succeeded in this task. Finally, the Ankaran Sarcophagus is ours!

Outstanding! There was some doubt by members of my court as to your ability, but I placed my faith wisely. Finally, the Ankaran Sarcophagus is ours!

Come. I've granted Beckett's request to study and document all the markings of the sarcophagus. You've met Beckett, haven't you? Let's go take a look inside, and see what the commotion around the city has really been all about.

Before we do that, I need an answer - are you in an alliance with the Kuei-jin?

How could you ally yourself with the Kuei-jin?

You will be rewarded for your work, I promise. Now... let's go open the sarcophagus.

What? [light-hearted]Preposterous! No Kindred would trust them, nor would they trust us. Did Jack tell you that? Because it sounds like you've been taken for a fool.

And you believed them? They've been trying to take over LA for years. It's a ruse - a falsehood, spread to undermine my rule and turn Kindred against each other - thin our ranks. They are duplicitous, evil creatures. Did they not try to kill you?

Insurance. They lied to you in case you lived through the encounter. They hoped to create dissension in the ranks, rumors. It's a trick older than you or I.

[To Beckett]What have you assessed so far?

[To Beckett]I see. Then there is no good reason why we shouldn't open it. [Sound of prince trying to open the sarcophagus]Won't budge. Beckett, do you see any mechanism for the lid?

[Getting pissed]Why won't it... [struggles trying to lift off the lid]why won't it open, Beckett? [Pause for half of Beckett's response]And you, I thought you said it looked as if it had been opened on the Dane.... [Sound of disgust]I want it open!

You! You and Beckett figure out a way to open it. I need to know what's inside. I have other matters to attend to. Come get me when a solution has been found. You! You and Beckett figure out a way to open it. I need to know what's inside. I have other matters to attend to. Come get me when a solution has been found.

[Excited]Did you find a way to open the sarcophagus?

Traditionally, the Kuei-jin have stayed in Asian territory and the Kindred, Europe, and later North America. But recently, they invaded the West Coast - killing off a substantial number of anarchs. They lack the organization of the Camarilla and think nothing of breaking the Masquerade.

Though we share similar traits, there is no fraternity between us. We Embrace - they rise from the grave. They do not know the pleasure of blood. They are without clan. And oh yes, they believe our kind to be inferior. They are as much of a threat as the wolves.

If you didn't take the time to ask, perhaps we'd know by now. As I mentioned before, my concern is that it contains something supernatural, though Beckett has waived this theory altogether. The city is alight with dread, "Perhaps it's an Antediluvian!"

A joke. The Antediluvians are the mythical progenitors of each of the clans for whom they trace their bloodlines, and according to mythology, descendants of Caine, the legendary first vampire.

As in the biblical Caine and Abel. Before you put much stock in it, realize that the church and all of its mythos are blends of Kindred and mortal meddling, whips to regulate weak minds. This is all Beckett's field of expertise. If you want a lesson, merely ask him.

I understand. I'm sure you'll find this suitable recompense.

I can't have my protégé looking plebeian, can I? You'll find I can be very generous towards those who serve me well.

[Laughing]With whom do they think they're dealing?!? [laughs]Attack me in my own building? They're desperate... heh, they've shown their weakness. A last ditch attempt to steal the prize....

The Sabbat. A pack of shovelheads with cheap pistols was all they could muster. Two got a few stories up, but... I took care of them. And my sheriff brought the rest their Final Death in the lobby. Sabbat animals.

Why else? The motive of every Kindred in the entire city these last few nights: the Ankaran Sarcophagus. They've been misled into thinking the sarcophagus holds a sleeping ancient, their most coveted feasts. Diablerists!

No matter how many times you think you've wiped them out, they always come back. This time their target is the Ankaran Sarcophagus. They will not stop until they've feasted on the ancient they believe to be inside. Diablerists!

The Sabbat's infamy is in no small part due to their practice of diablerie - that is, drinking the blood of other Kindred, especially older ones, until they are dead. Diablerists gain the power of those they've fed upon. In the Camarilla, this is an act punishable by death.

For the moment, we've manipulated the press into reporting tonight's events as a terrorist attack. Their soldiers may be no danger to me, but their threat to the Masquerade is abundant. As my best agent, I'm sure you can guess my course of action.

You may not like me, but I know we have a common enemy in the Sabbat. Their imminent threat to the Masquerade and to both of us make their destruction imperative. Do you think you can meet this task?

For the moment, we've manipulated the press into reporting tonight's events as a terrorist attack. Their soldiers may be no danger to me, but their threat to the Masquerade is abundant. They must be destroyed. Can you meet this task?

He has to remain here in case of further attack and also to guard the sarcophagus. For this emergency, I need someone with your nerve to guarantee success. The Sabbat have been a threat to both of us for far too long.

A mercenary attitude won't get you far in this organization. But - if that's what it takes in this situation - agreed.

[Domination]You - will - destroy - the Sabbat.

The Sabbat have made their haven at the Hallowbrook hotel - right under our noses, here in downtown. Kill their leader; the rest will scamper out of the city. This is the last time they ever set foot in Los Angeles.

Before you go - Beckett told me you went to the Society of Leopold. Did you find out how my sarcophagus is opened?

[Laughs]Not only did you infiltrate the Society of Leopold, but you managed to kill their greatest hunter! You certainly are developing a legend for yourself. Superb. A toast to you... and to victory over the Sabbat. And to Bach, may all his progeny meet such fates.

The Sabbat must be wiped out before dawn. Then, when you come back, we'll begin the hunt for the key.

Another obstacle is removed. From the anomy, we resurrect a new order. And this, in no small part, to your service. [To sheriff]Did you hear that? You were never able to wipe them out completely. [Back to player]Keep it up and you may have HIS job.

My unstoppable crusader.... My victories in this city are in no small part due to you. You've done what I've asked without question, and you've done it well. Take this small token of my appreciation - we'll rule this city side-by-side, you and I.

It's a shame we always have to be at odds. With my connections and your ability, we could go far together, you and I. Here's a taste of what that alliance would yield. Give it some consideration.

Continue on the course you're on now and you're bound to become a preeminent fixture of my court. Here's a token of my gratitude. Serve me well, and we'll conquer this city side-by-side.

You found the key? Where? Who has it?

This nonsense again! Look, I told you before: no Kindred would ever ally themselves with those... demons. This is a subterfuge, a trick to start a civil war... and apparently it's worked.

Alliance? A Camarilla prince allied with foreign devils? Preposterous! Don't you see through their trick? They've told you this lie - this impossible, staggering deception - in an attempt to skew your loyalties and spread dissension amongst our ranks.

Don't be so gullible. The Kuei-jin are demons - they've deceived you - they need you at my throat. They've wanted this city since they got here, and if they can get us to kill each other, all the easier for them.

[Pauses]It was a difficult decision to make. But I only did it for the greater good. The Kuei-jin did not question my scheme, but I did it to bring all Kindred under Camarilla govern. And I did so only so that we could finally wipe out the Kuei-jin, united!

They've constructed their falsehood around a probable cause, but it's a falsehood just the same.

Ming-Xiao has been honest with me before. It all makes sense.

Ming-Xiao has been honest with me before. It all makes sense. I can hate my enemy, but my enemies' sincerity I can respect.

You sold out the anarchs. You're a traitor to your own kind.

As of this moment, there is no blood hunt against Nines Rodriguez. The Kuei-jin have revealed their plot. They want us to war against each other?!? Well, to that I propose an alliance with the anarchs. Together, we Kindred shall drive out these foreigners once and for all!

It's not a matter of trust... it's a matter of who they dislike more: the Camarilla or the Kuei-jin. The Kuei-jin killed their last leader and threaten all of our kind. I think they'd agree to an alliance

Whether they trust me or not, the Kuei-jin are the greater threat. They do trust you, however. After all, you've been working for them all this time.

Spare me the explanation. I don't hold it against you. Your affiliation is a trite concern next to your accomplishment. In fact, you alone can bridge the two Kindred communities and sound the Kuei-jin's death knell. You'd be a legend.

The Camarilla are no threat to their lives... barely even to their way of life. The Kuei-jin would eradicate us all! But they have not the numbers to do so, which is why a civil war would be convenient for them.

Go to the Last Round, immediately. Tell them the Kuei-jin have admitted to killing Grout and that the blood hunt against Nines Rodriguez is officially over. Tell them I have realized the true threat the Kuei-jin pose and wish to negotiate a pact.

You will be my emissary for the alliance, so naturally, you speak on behalf of the Camarilla. Choose your words carefully. I will begin organizing plans for war. Good luck - the prosperity of all this city's Kindred depends on your success tonight.

It's critical you see the anarchs immediately.

I had so much hope invested in you. You - you could've been glorious. Why did you kill Nines Rodriguez?

[Dramatic pause]Rodriguez was a sacrifice. Without a leader, there was confusion. The anarchs needed retribution. I called a blood hunt on you to satisfy their bloodlust and to assert leadership over them. There is at last unity among this city's Kindred. The Kuei-jin's nights are numbered.

As I've said many times before, someone with your skill is irreplaceable. I had no doubt you'd survive the ordeal. And now that you've returned, we merely tell the anarchs what really happened: the Kuei-jin set fires to enrage the werewolves that killed Rodriguez.

If you do that, the alliance will fall apart, there will be a long, bloody civil war, and the Kuei-jin will kill the victor. If you corroborate my story, we'll both rule this city... for many, many nights to come.

Fire. Yes.... It all makes sense. The Kuei-jin must have followed you and set the fire. The fire triggered the wrath of the werewolves. So few Kindred have ever walked away from a werewolf attack. Huh, you've proved yourself indispensable.

Of course, you're innocent. You're an asset to me; I'll take care of you. But there's one last thing I need you to do for me. The last order of business before we sleep easy. My protégé, it's time I told you about power.

Power is life to our kind. Those without power disintegrate into the nights of the past. Hundreds of names I know once instilled fear, now unknown. You see it's not enough to attain power, one must also maintain power. And that sarcophagus is power.

Its contents will maintain our rule for centuries to come. I've felt it, all have felt it since it appeared. But until we get the key back, we're vulnerable.

I've relied on you often in these past nights and you've failed to disappoint me so far. So, one last task remains before we can assume total power. You must get that key back from Ming-Xiao.

I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but I know we can agree the Kuei-jin remain a threat. The key to the sarcophagus is not only the key to their defeat, but also to securing our power. You must get that key back from Ming-Xiao.

The anarchs have united under my leadership. If anything were to happen to me, a power struggle would erupt and the Kuei-jin would slaughter us systematically. And I fear the primogen might stage a coup for the sarcophagus if my sheriff goes.

I'm glad you understand. A lesson in leadership. Now, my protégé, it's time I told you about power.

[Sees the key, applauds slowly]So... Ming-Xiao is dead, and soon, all her devils will share her fate. Los Angeles, at last, is mine. Come, stand next to me while we open the sarcophagus. You've earned a place at my side.

The Ankaran Sarcophagus... who sleeps within you? Is it Balthazar? Maybe Lazarus. Or am I to be reunited with Ventrue himself? Or could the anxiety coursing through the city mean that before us slumbers the legendary father of all - Caine himself?

One thing is certain, power is inside. No one on this coast will be able to challenge my rule, not even the Camarilla. You've earned the right... open the sarcophagus.

[Gasps - the sarcophagus is full of explosives]NO! It can't be! NOOO![Screams in rage]

Like sire, like childe. I should have killed you that night. How could someone as low as you injure me? You think you've taken everything away, but I still have my sarcophagus!

[Laughs]You've done all the work for me, once again. So much to learn. I thought I had lost it all, but no, here you've sailed on a Gehenna wind, bearing my salvation - the key to my future.

[Smirks, giggles to self. Domination line]Give - me - the key.

[Domination line, angry]I said, give - me - the - key!

[Frightened, knows it's over]The key! I need the key! Don't you understand? This city needs a leader! The Kuei-jin will kill us all. With the power that's inside that sarcophagus, I can protect this city! GIVE IT TO ME!

You've betrayed the Camarilla. See you at the execution.

[Wounded]It can't end like this. Don't you see, the Kuei-jin will kill us all! I-I can't lose - I will open the sarcophagus; I'll build an empire; it won't end here!

[Astounded, happy, laughs]You fool! You had it in your grasp - you had Los Angeles in your hands - and you threw it all away! That's why you're not a leader, why you'll never be anything but an errand boy! I'll build a new world order! Tell your anarchs, their days are numbered!

[Laughs]Now, my sacrifice, who are you?[Sees the bomb, cracks up, starts to giggle insanely]

Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah ha…

[Wounded so talks slower, but astounded, happy - laughs]Fool! [Laughs]You should've finished me! I've got the key! In a few seconds, I'll be powerful enough to crush you like paper! This whole city!

[Hauls himself up]In a few seconds... it will be all mine... power![Sees the bomb, cracks up, starts to giggle insanely]

NO! It's mine! It's my right! Stop!

NO! I'm begging you! NO!

[Wounded]NO! It's mine! It's my right! Sto-o-op!

You traitor! Do you know what you've done?!? Siding with those devils over your own kind! They're going to kill us all! Do you understand? You've sealed our fate!

They'll never let you live! We have to open the sarcophagus! It's the only way to -

[A hollow look of defeat fills LaCroix's face as he focuses on something behind the player. He understands and accepts he has been beaten and knows he will be dead soon]Oh... it's too late.

[Small gurgle as LaCroix's head is chopped off]Ggghhh!

[Flipped. Laughing to self, maniacally, realizes he's staked all his power on one big joke and has lost his mind in his final seconds of life]Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I shouldn't expect you to understand.

Know what...?

Werewolves. I can still recall a time when cities were surrounded by miles of forests full of the beasts. But progress has taken care of that problem.

I anticipated you'd make it this far; I had no doubts about your capability. But I am not so easily betrayed. Did you ever think about what it takes to live as long as I have, to come this far? Consider that lack of judgment in your last few seconds.

And another thing: you've been attracting a lot of attention to yourself, mortal attention, but I'm going to overlook it for now. But keep breaking the Masquerade, and I guarantee you'll never break it again.

One more thing: You've been careless lately about maintaining the Masquerade. See that you don't attract any more attention.

[Pissed]One last thing: break the Masquerade again and it will be your last time. Mark my words.

Slightly unhappy]Oh, and a reminder: I've overlooked your previous Masquerade violations. Break it again, and it will be your last time.

[The prince picks up the key, crawls over to the sarcophagus spitting blood, coughing, pulling himself over (he's been wounded by the player).]

[Sound of a wounded LaCroix struggling, reaching out for the sarcophagus across the room]

[Sound of a wounded LaCroix trying to stop the player from opening the sarcophagus, though his body is shattered and prevents him from doing anything but dribbling out pathetic, blood-soaked pleas]

[Sound of prince getting hit]

[Sound of prince spitting out a lot of blood after being hit hard]

[Another prince getting struck sound]

You...!

[On killing Bach]Did you? What you lack in tact, I suppose you make up in other ways. At least HE's out of the way.

[The alliance]You're not the first person that comes to mind to play emissary, but your relative youth and naïveté will make you seem more sincere in the eyes of the anarchs than some of my other representatives. I will begin organizing plans for war. Secure this alliance, all our futures depends on it.

[On bringing back the sarcophagus]You actually brought it back! I wasn't sure I'd ever see you in here again, but... here you are, AND with the sarcophagus. [Claps hands twice]Bravo!

Name's Nines.

Should've been more careful, newbie. Bunch of shovelheads like that - they walk [RM: talk]tough but they scare easy - just tear an ear off or something.

Should've been more careful, newbie. This ain't the burbs.

You do that. Me, I got things to deal with. Why don't you pay me a visit at the Last Round tonight. I don't know what you've heard so far, but it's time you heard the real story.

[Pauses]Kid, I got things to deal with. Why don't you pay me a visit at the Last Round tonight. I don't know what you've heard so far, but it's time you heard the real story.

That's what I thought. Kid, I got things to deal with. Why don't you pay me a visit at the Last Round tonight. I don't know what you've heard so far, but it's time you heard the real story.

You do what you want. Me, I got things to deal with. Why don't you pay me a visit at the Last Round tonight. I don't know what you've heard so far, but it's time you heard the real story.

You showed up. Good. Here's what I got to tell you - and so you know, I don't lecture, I don't rap, I'm no bureaucrat; I'm just a guy out of nowhere came to be involved in something five-hundred times bigger than you and me.

[Can't hear]What? Hang on a sec. [Turns to the bar]SHUT UP! [bar gets quieter]As I was sayin', all this, the life we lead - it's a mess. It's older than this city, this country, who knows how long this shit's gone on.

You got a right to know the score. The Camarilla - this is the short of it. They operate a lot like a pyramid scheme. There's a bunch of these old timers at the top, with God only knows what plots in mind. They lose their power, they die.

They sired more to carry out their plans, and lookin' for a little power, then those Kindred sired for their own schemes and so on and on and on - it hurts my head just thinkin' about the mess. What it works out to is this: only a few people at the top have any real power.

Them's fightin' words, newbie - but you're young and stupid so I won't make an example out of you. See, the Camarilla claims all of us are members, even if we don't want to be, which is, of course, the biggest load of horseshit a man ever heard.

LaCroix? Shit... LaCroix's just the guy who backstabbed and wheeled-and-dealed his way into becoming king son of a bitch of all the local Camarilla. Him and any o' the traitors that sided with the Cam want power here, they'll get what's due.

Kid, I don't give a fuck if you go or stay. Thought I'd give you a fightin' chance. If you want to go, get lost.

I learned the way of this world during the depression. Bunch of old, rich bastards screwed the country, but did they suffer? No - the little people suffered. You can't trust the people at the top. The world'd be a better place without 'em.

All you can do is get a group of people together who aren't assholes, find a place to put your feet up, and make some examples of the quote-unquote elite to keep the rest the hell out. Everyone's an equal here, the same thing this country used to be about. That's what LA has been, an Anarch Free State.

The Camarilla was kicked out on their ass a long time ago. We, the anarchs, didn't want to play their politics anymore. Now LaCroix and crew pop in like they never left - uh-uh, no goddamn way! Their laws don't apply to us.

No such thing. And again, newbie, don't throw those kind o' words around lightly - you're riskin' a beat down. I've fought to keep LA free since I was Embraced. Long time later, I'm one of the only ones left that hasn't bit it or switched sides - the most veteran soldier on the battlefield.

Don't use me and "prince" in the same sentence, Malk. I've fought to keep LA free since I was Embraced. Long time later, I'm one of the only ones left that hasn't bit it or switched sides - the most veteran soldier on the battlefield.

The hell with you, then. You go on back to your tower. Say what you want about me, but not one of us in this bar is a no-good, two-faced, backstabbing, would-be tyrant like that son of a bitch LaCroix. He and his Camarilla are on borrowed time - you tell him Nines Rodriguez said so.

Here's what I tell all the new blood: One, you get careless, that blood'll make you into a monster - but you rampage 'round here you get put down. Two, don't kill when you feed - no reason to. In this city, there's lots of ways to slake the Beast without leaving a trail of dead. Three, the Camarilla's full o' shit. Four, watch your back, always. And lastly, learn how to fight, cuz a speech ain't gonna save your ass when you're starin' down the barrel of a shotgun.

After pickin' your ass up off the pavement back there, yeah - I can tell you don't even know the basics. Hold your hands up like this, and keep your body at an angle - makes you harder to hit. Keep your thumbs outta your fists and put your weight into your punches.

You probably already know the basics, so anything I show you's gonna take a while - and I'm needed elsewhere.

LA's the school of hard knocks, so keep your friends close and your enemies in a barbecue pit. Once you square things with LaCroix, don't give that son of a bitch the time o' night. I got my eye on you, kid.

You poor bastard. Listen, LA's the school of hard knocks, so keep your friends close and your enemies in a barbecue pit. Once you square things with LaCroix, don't give that son of a bitch the time o' night. I got my eye on you, kid.

Sorry, newbie, but I got the whole city shoutin' in my ear right now. We'll have to rant some other night.

Thought I told you to get back to your tower. Run along - I think LaCroix's shoes need polishing.

Two minutes, newbie - all the time I've got to spare right now.

You again! I don't waste time on LaCroix's puppets.

Who are you calling a puppet?

I thought I stated that pretty clear. Now follow the strings back to the tower, and get the hell outta my bar.

You sure that's how you wanna do it?

You artist types bruise too easy.

Don't go bringin' the Movement into a grudge match, cuz if you do, motherfucker, every goddamn boot in the place's going straight up your ass.

Last guy who said that's in a pepper shaker over there.

You got spine, that's good. But, kid, if I was anyone else, you'd be blowin' in the wind right now. It's good you got fire, but don't go burnin' everyone you meet. Lotsa people here started out like you. You think that over - I got shit I got to set right.

Came to California to get out of the dust bowl during the thirties. Been fightin' this fight since the forties when we kicked out the Cam. I was new to it all back then. Not a whole lotta people from those nights still around. And some of 'em are, they're just not anarchs anymore.

Weren't you payin' attention before? I don't repeat myself.

That's a stupid question. Freedom doesn't come cheap - at any time you gotta be ready to defend it. A lotta blood's been shed for what we have.

Roll over? Play ball? Give up all we've fought for - died for? Do you really think that's an option? Do you really think anybody'd be willing to trade their freedom to become a cog in an elder's game? If you do, then you just don't get it

Time's up. Come around in a few nights if you're still alive, maybe I'll have time to kill. But I doubt it.

Alright. This might help you out: I use guns, but most vamps get up close and personal. In that case, thing to do is let them come in for the attack first, and dodge it or take it in the gut. Then, use your blade to deliver the death blow.

Seems like all the dreamers, the misfits, the pioneers all drift West. After LA, though, it's all Pacific. Maybe we all just collect here when there's nowhere else to go. But a lot of us like it here, and we've fought to keep it ours for a long time.

Not the night to be buggin' me, kid. Go get lost somewhere.

Good to see ya again, kid. Heard you made quite a name for yourself - no small feat in this city. I hear LaCroix needs us all of a sudden. Hmph. Well I'll be damned.

Of all people, they sent you? Alright, let's just talk terms.

Heard a lot about ya. You've been a big help to the cause, I hear. I appreciate it. So, LaCroix needs us all of a sudden, huh?

Does he, now? You know, we just ended a war with them and we lost a lotta people - too many. Does he expect us to do all the fighting while the Camarilla throws mean looks from the sidelines? Or are they ready to go toe-to-toe with those goddamn devils?

I still don't trust LaCroix. But then again, the Camarilla didn't wholesale slaughter us upon arrival. Goddamn it... I'm stuck between a rock and a son of a bitch.

Have you ever fought 'em? Do you know what they're capable of? How they view our kind? They're demons in battle - killed my predecessor. It's strange though... LaCroix wanting to war against them all of a sudden.

Hmm... it seems strange, LaCroix wanting to go to war against them all of a sudden.

Something's not right....

Not what I mean, kid. Smell that? Smells like smoke.

Kid, we've been followed. That fire's coming from all directions - it's man-made. We gotta get outta here - this is bad.

No, kid, you don't understand. The fire wasn't set to kill us. Come on, we gotta get to the tram.

I didn't hide out here because it was a nice view. I did it because no one would come lookin' for me in these parts. This is werewolf country.

The wolves are gonna be out for blood for that fire. C'mon, move!

[Said fast, matter-of-factly]Werewolves don't talk to us - werewolves don't care. They kill on sight. Now let's move.

No. No, we can't. You don't understand what these things are capable of. Guns are useless and getting close is suicide. The only thing to do is run. Now let's get to the tram - we can't waste any more time.

Yeah, I'm scared o' werewolves! Five-hundred pounds of hair and claw. Guns are useless and getting close is suicide. The only thing to do is run. Now let's get to the tram - we can't waste any more time.

[Sees the tram is leaving; enraged]Shit! It's leaving. [Urgency]C'mon, kid, we've got to get inside that building until it comes ba[tackled by werewolf, wind knocked out of him]AAAAH...!

Rumor is, you killed me. Sorry I couldn't clear your name yet, but I knew you'd make it in here in one piece. Hell, you got out of the park alive. Quite a feat, kid.

Can't say I got out without a scratch. Helluva brawl, though. Unfortunately, we don't have time to swap war stories. We were set up, kid. Someone tried to get rid of us, and the list of suspects is short: LaCroix or Xiao.

Violence isn't always the answer, but in some cases, it's your goddamn right. Here's the score: if LaCroix started the fires, he's marked you for death. And Xiao, even if she didn't start the fires, she's hoping we're dead.

What? The Kuei-jin and LaCroix? Even the Camarilla wouldn't let that fly - he wanted an alliance with me because his other one failed. That's twice they've tried to get me killed... and kid, it's not gonna end there - it's us or them. You got a preference?

I've already sent the troops out to raise hell all over the city. The Kuei-jin think we're busy with the Cam, so... they won't be expecting an attack. You know what's gotta be done, right?

Oh, really? Seems like he'd be in a good position to consolidate power if something were to happen to me. LaCroix kills anyone that gets in the way of his absolute rule. Your sire, for example - one of the prince's stumbling blocks.

The Kuei-jin tried to wipe out the anarchs for several years. The anarchs used to have control of San Francisco - I'll give you one guess as to who attacked and drove them out.

There's no choice but to stop 'em both. We're marked for death. Both the Kuei-jin and the Camarilla need the anarchs to fall. But if we lose LA - this last Free State - the revolution ends, we got nowhere to go.

Good. Alright, here's what's going on…

I'd like to take Xiao's heart in my hands and squeeze the black out of it; and LaCroix - he wouldn't get off so easy. But after that wolf... I'm barely in one piece. If you survived a werewolf, I'd bet you can handle this.

[Irritated]I should've known better than to waste my time with a goddamn lunatic. Get the hell out of my sight, Malk.

If you walk away from this, you'll have nowhere to go. You're marked by the Camarilla, courtesy of LaCroix; the Sabbat'll hunt you into the Final Nights; and you'll be no friend to LA or anywhere else the anarch flag flies.

You'll be an outcast. Alone. That how you want to leave it, kid? Cuz I thought you might be smarter than that. I can't tell you what to do, you write your own destiny. But if you go, you become damned within a world of the damned. That what you want?

Xiao's been in LA for too many nights - make tonight her last.

Once Xiao's out of the way, head to LaCroix's tower. You oust LaCroix, you'll be a hero in this city. I'm countin' on you.

Isaac's guaranteed me nobody's gettin' into Hollywood. I'll survive, but I wish I could be fighting at your side. This one's for LA, kid - no pressure.

You got something right here... I think it's a wolf tooth. I didn't get one.

I had full confidence you'd smoke that bitch. We got "Le Prince" pinned in his tower. Time to go on out there and give LaCroix what he deserves.

Can't do nothing for you, kid.

Same thing that happens to a lot of anarchs, Malk. But you already know that somehow, don't ya?

[Courtroom][Pissed, mumbling under his breath.]Now, this... bullshit. I can't fuckin' bel... it. This guy's outta his fuckin'... his fuckin'... oh... get that fuckin' asshole.

[Courtroom]All I'm sayin' is that he better not do it.

[Courtroom]THIS IS BULLSHIT!

[Saves the player]Leave.

[Saves the player]Keep moving.

[Saves the player]Trouble sure seems to like you.

[Saves the player]Good effort.

[Saves the player]Execution needs a little work.

[Saves the player]You look like shit.

[Lone Wolf Ending]Damn. Kid, I knew your reputation, but.... Hell, I don't think any of us could have done LaCroix like that. Hey kid, where you goin'?

[Lone Wolf Ending]Hey, hear me out!

[Lone Wolf Ending]We could use someone like you!

[Lone Wolf Ending]... Kid?

[As Ming-Xiao]You! What are you doing here?

[As Ming-Xiao]No.

[As Ming-Xiao]You should get out of here. This place is bad news. Uh... pardon me.

Later.

Out.

Now.

Yeah.

No idea.

Thanks.

What?!?

Can't do nothing for you, kid.

Nice.

By the way -

Here.

Just follow this street to the end

The warehouse... your handiwork, I presume.

Well, it's a good thing you ran out of there. You might have been caught in the explosion with the real saboteur. I wonder if they knew that place belonged to the Sabbat. I'd hate to be in their skin right now.

Hopefully no Sabbat saw you escape - they can be somewhat antagonistic.

You're new to this life, aren't you? I'd wager you haven't insulted some of the older ones yet. But this is a city of opportunity.

[Beckett is stricken with laughter]Not experienced much in the creatures of the night, are you? For future reference, you might keep in mind that werewolves aren't in the habit of introducing themselves.

I see my reputation, for once, does not precede me. My name is Beckett. I haven't been following you per se; we've just coincidentally been at the same places at the same time... for different reasons. So sorry if I unnerved you.

Tell me, have you by chance seen or felt anything strange since your Embrace?

A ghost? Hmph. Quite ordinary. I generally pay wraiths no mind. All but a few are willing to give up their secrets.

Thin-bloods... they're a fascination of mine. They are considered a weaker, more human-like Kindred, hence the name "thin-blood", but they are sired same as any of us. I've heard a large concentration of them live in this city. They're one of the reasons I'm in Los Angeles.

I've heard a large concentration of them live in this city. They're one of the reasons I'm in Los Angeles.

She's undoubtedly Malkavian. Or should I say, they are undoubtedly Malkavian.

Most of my contacts here report sensing something unusual in the night air, like a sense of dread or pressure... but I'm not a native to these parts, so I can't tell if it's irregular. And since you're still fresh, perhaps you're not attuned to it.

Pleasure meeting your acquaintance, but there are rumblings for me to discredit. We shall, I'm certain, meet again. Or never again. Goodnight, young one... and be careful, you're very likely being hunted by the Sabbat.

I can't understand why someone would go through the trouble of stealing a box with a very ancient corpse - this city's not THAT dull.

I'm an archaeologist, so I thought I'd indulge in a quick study of this Ankaran Sarcophagus everyone's so riled up about. My guess, from what I've read about it, is that it's a mummified Mesopotamian king. I needed confirmation.

Since it's missing, I'm inclined to believe it was stolen, or intentionally misplaced, if you like. Clearly though, it's not here.

Hmm. Interesting choice of words. Weren't you here to take it away? Wouldn't that make you an attempted thief?

If I stole it, I would know where it was, and most likely wouldn't be looking for it here.

Every supernatural creature in Los Angeles is suspect, as are most human thieves. I suppose we may want to question magicians as well.

Oh, I really wish I had. All this speculation about the sarcophagus containing an Antediluvian and being a portent of Gehenna is making me cringe. These are the kinds of ridiculous, superstitious assumptions I came here to debunk.

Armageddon, doomsday, the end of all Kindred. It's a common facet of most mythologies - fear that the world will end. Many believe Caine and the Antediluvians will return to consume or destroy all Kindred. I wholeheartedly disagree.

No one I know has ever met one, but each of the clans and their bloodlines supposedly trace their origin to an original vampire - an Antediluvian. Some swear these grandsires still exist into the present. But then, Kindred and kine believe a lot of strange things.

Caine is the biblical first Kindred and founder of the mythological First City, Enoch - a place where Kindred and kine coexisted. I believe Caine's a figure concocted to personify the transition from nomadic society to agrarian society. That myth, like most, has been twisted by time.

Caine, who I assume you mean, is the biblical first Kindred and founder of the mythological First City, Enoch - a place where Kindred and kine coexisted. I believe Caine's a figure concocted to personify the transition from nomadic society to agrarian society. That myth, like most, has been twisted by time.

What prophecy doesn't have vague, apocryphal signs? Let's see, the usual ones cited are the appearance of thin-bloods, Caine sightings, doom, gloom, that route.

As I said, many cultures have the fear of some form of apocalypse. Kindred believed in these stories when they were human, and naturally carried them over into Kindred myth. But it doesn't take a supernatural act to cause widespread destruction.

Humans and Kindred are just as capable of managing their own destruction as a deity. A self-realized Gehenna warrants more vigilance than a god-induced one, don't you agree? Such is my argument... which so frequently falls on deaf ears.

Thin-bloods rarely exhibit features or powers of their clan and many can't Embrace. Some are even rumored to have reproduced. Many Kindred are terrified that their weak blood heralds the dissipation of every bloodline. Somewhat of an ignorant, reactionary response, don't you think?

For years I've been trying to determine the function of our existence, the Kindred's role in the world. I'm not content to attribute it to some act of supernatural, biblical vengeance. We exist... for a reason. And if it takes another , I'll figure it out. Any thoughts?

Yes, I've heard that theory before. It certainly seems plausible, but there's little proof to support it. Still, it's a better explanation than a divine sentence for manslaughter.

The extent to which movies have shaped modern belief systems is extraordinary. Still, it's a better explanation than a divine sentence for manslaughter.

That's a dangerous mindset to adopt. Humans have rejected the notion that they are animals in a delicate ecosystem, and as a result, have wreaked havoc on the planet. And Sabbat cities are hardly a utopia for Kindred or kine.

Oh, don't let me interrupt your progress - if indeed you've made some. My reason for being here's probably being bid on as we speak. Someone is certainly going to be surprised when they find out they've just paid a kingly sum for a desiccated old corpse.

Life's a splendid thing to indulge in... pity we're dead. Well, my work here's stolen away into the night, think I'll do the same.

My sentiments exactly, but there's time to rectify that. Well, my work here's stolen away into the night, think I'll do the same.

Remember, the truth won't be told in time - it will be told by us. Well, my work here's stolen away into the night, think I'll do the same.

It will come with experience. Mastery of the Protean discipline does not, as your generation might say, come in pill form.

Unfortunately for the heralds of doom, it appears we won't be opening Pandora's box. The markings, as far as I can tell, are of Assyrian origin - an extraordinary piece, but nothing earth-shattering.

I haven't as yet had a chance to pore over it with my fine-tooth comb. I think I have one in my bag.

Being that this is the first of its kind that I've ever seen, your guess is as good as mine.

Ah, the depths to which I'll sink to prove others wrong. The young ones get so temperamental. Fortunately for - Sebastian, is it? - I'd already made up my mind to open the sarcophagus, if only to show the city that Gehenna, contrary to popular belief, has not begun.

In the last few seconds, I've had very few epiphanies. I may be old, but I didn't build it. How knowledgeable are you on ancient Assyrian funerary constructs?

There aren't any other unopened Assyrian sarcophagi in existence.

Hmm. Fortunately for us I know of someone who has distinguished himself in this field.

Impressive - maybe you'll let me borrow your library card. But honestly, even my own archaeological experience is of no assistance here. Fortunately for us, I know of someone who has distinguished himself in this field.

Eh, no.

His name's Dr. Anders Johansen, a professor of archaeology from Norway. He was the one responsible for finding the sarcophagus, and as far as I know, the only authority on its origin and design.

Until yesterday, he could've been found in his suite at the Empire hotel, downtown. But when I stopped by earlier this evening, all I found was spilt coffee on a morning paper. Appears he's been abducted.

I did find a pair of bikini swimwear and a book detailing the origins of various Turkish dialects.

Where's the fun, without complications?

I detected the scent of myrrh incense, which is usually burned in monasteries. Also, I found beach sand in part of a muddy footprint. Putting two and two together, I located a monastery near a beach in Malibu, where I believe hunters are holding Johansen captive.

Actually, there were two hunters on the roof of the building opposite the hotel who were positively delighted to tell me everything they knew, provided I stopped dangling them head first over the side.

The hunters abducted Dr. Johansen for his own protection. Or at least, that's how they've justified it. He's being held by the Society of Leopold and used, quite ingeniously, as bait for Prince LaCroix's minions.

No. Only the stupid and careless get caught by hunters. They serve their purpose in the natural order.

Sebastian mentioned you ran into one of the hunters from the Society of Leopold some time ago. They're so secret a church organization, I don't even think they know if they exist, but essentially they're murderers for Christ or some such deity.

You'll have to go to the monastery and find a way into the tunnels beneath where the hunters are holding Johansen. I'm afraid I can't accompany you, but then, it's best you go alone. Too many of us might set them off, like fundamentalists on contrary opinion.

It's not that I don't love walking into the heart of danger to curry favor with the local magistrate of the hour, but... actually, that's exactly it. I'd rather not get involved in the politics of it. Besides, I'd better document the sarcophagus before Sebastian's goon smashes it open.

Hmm. It's easy to assume proficiency in something you've never done, isn't it?

I wouldn't recommend walking. Certainly Sebastian's already provided cab fare - I'm sure he always spares no expense when archaeology is at stake.

Thinking of leaving the organization? You'll break poor Sebastian's heart. Seriously, my advice would be to follow this sarcophagus nonsense through before you defect - princes don't handle rejection well.

Put your ear to it - I'll shake it and you tell me what you think's inside.

Ugh! Yes, how foolish of me, that would be the sound, reasonable course of action. A priceless piece of history - by all means run out and pick up some TNT.

How have you gotten this far? Here's what we're going to do. I know of someone who can help.

Be that as it may, these hunters are leagues above the security-guard-turned-vampire-killer you might have encountered thus far.

I'd recommend no other course of action to the foolhardy.

Excellent.

The Society, for the most part, knows very little about us, but they do know how to kill and torture us and that's enough. Also, some of them exhibit powers that can make them quite formidable. Best not to announce yourself.

The Society, for the most part, knows very little about us, but they do know how to kill and torture us and that's enough. Also, some of them exhibit powers that can make them quite formidable. Obfuscate will serve you well around the hunters.

Well... if we open it up and the world ends, then yes. If we open it up and the world does not end, then no. I'd wager the latter.

How any sane Kindred could think these poor unfortunates are an immediate threat to us is absurd. Most were afraid, or at the very least uneasy around me. Tragic. Their desperation could very well hold the spark of revolution, however.

Hmm... I've said quite a lot about myself already. I know even less about you than you do me. Why don't you tell me about yourself?

Clans have little to do with personality, you're thinking of cults. Still struggling with the Protean Discipline?

The trick is to reach out to the Beast in other creatures through empathy, not verbal commands.

You're dead. The blows that could once kill you won't. Don't be afraid to try and withstand a little more punishment.

Your own body reflects your understanding of the natural world. Beastly, maybe; a beast - that's up to you.

Quite an achievement. Mastery in all Disciplines is rather difficult for one so new - remember not to neglect other, more practical skills.

I consider myself a seeker of reluctant information. Scholar sounds like academia[sound of disgust]. Ugh! How versed are you in the occult?

When you have a year or two, you should really invest time in seeking out a copy of The Book of Nod. It's a collection of Kindred lore - with a few annotations by a certain renowned Gangrel explorer.

Then you wouldn't know that Dracula, the fictional vampire of movie fame, was very real. His real name was Vlad Tepes, and he was a Tzimisce, though he was not Sabbat. By some accounts, he still lives into these nights.

Then I'll let you on to a little secret... Beckett may not be the name I was born with. Events always seem to unfold wherever I go, like Chicago a few years ago - oh, it's a bother to explain. Either I'm pursuing fate, or it's got a bone to pick with me.

Sometimes, I think the Nosferatu are justified in their prejudices. But to each their own, I suppose.

You should try breaking into the tomb of an ancient, once you've had your fill of West End townhomes. They're riddled with traps. Always remember to look and listen to your surroundings carefully.

I hope you still feel that way in a hundred years.

I've seen some of the most docile, respected colleagues become emotionless killers within a few decades. It's tempting to give in, to resist struggling. It's easy to remember you're a walking corpse. Try to forget.

I know of one. It's called a werewolf.

Unless you've got further questions, I'd really like to get back to looking at the sarcophagus.

Remember, Dr. Johansen is an innocent - he has no idea we actually exist. Try not to put the idea in his head.

You can always count on the Sabbat to do the wrong thing for the right reasons. They're reckless, but they don't normally try to attract this much attention. This carelessness warrants observation... I hope it doesn't become pandemic.

The Sabbat's goal is to stop Gehenna, which is very similar to my own, though they choose to do so through more violent, fanatic, and flamboyant methods. The Camarilla on the other hand, suspends belief entirely... or so goes the party line.

What I am is Kindred. How others choose to categorize themselves concerns me only where local customs are concerned. Individualism is a path fraught with obstacles, and sometimes angry mobs, but for all its hardships it is the only one worth taking.

Well, perhaps, for this pack, it's for the best

It's simple. Someone's misled them into believing there's an Antediluvian in this very room. They, and I suspect most Kindred in this city, would love to sink their stakes or teeth into its imagined occupant, if indeed rocketing it to the moon was out of the question.

What did Johansen have to say?

The lock and key. An invention as ancient as greed. I should have guessed. All we have to do is find a victor in this nonsense - they'll be the one with the key.

Assyrian origin... glad to see I'm not losing my touch. As for Messerach, I'll have to research that name, see what I can find.

Lamastu? She was a Lilith figure. They represent empowered women and the threat of such women to male-dominated society. Strange she would be engraved on a king's tomb.

The question is, how does the box open; the answer is, a key. What do I win?

Messerach, Assyrian overlord, is within. I think he might be... dead!

That's everything I know. Does it mean anything to you?

It seems to corroborate my own evidence. I'm going to have to study it a little more,

maybe dig up some information on Messerach and the Lamastu myth. I'm certain the key will show up in time. Your information is appreciated.

I have to finish my study of the sarcophagus in the next few hours as I have other matters to attend to. We'll have to make conversation another time.

Wait...!

[Worried]Umm... about the sarcophagus…

Don't open it. Whatever you do, do not open the Ankaran Sarcophagus.

Well, eh, despite what I said… If that sarcophagus is opened, there will be disaster. In what form, I cannot be sure - but after studying the evidence, I'm convinced now that it is better left undisturbed. And anyone who'd pursue any other course is deserving of the consequences.

There's an intangible sensation I haven't been able to put my finger on since I came to town. I still don't know where it seeps from, but if the sarcophagus is a possibility, to eliminate that chance, it should remain closed.

If Gehenna has begun, then we are all doomed, no matter what course of action we take.

I have the feeling we will not meet again. Goodbye... and remember my warning.

I thought you deserved a chance. [Pause]There's a good possibility we may not meet again. Goodbye, young one.

I never said the danger came from an Antediluvian, did I? It's merely a possibility, a fraction of a percentage chance. My instincts tell me something is wrong here, and that sarcophagus seems to be the nexus. I'm distancing myself from it - you do as you see fit.

[Howls in pain, anguish, slurs words, jaw is broken]Those mothers... ripped me off. I'm dyin' here! [Howl of pain]Oh!

What? No! I got a record back east. I'm heat bait. Don't touch that phone! No goddamn cops!

[Shakes head]Uhh... yeah. You're lookin' for the Astrolite? I'm... oh... I can feel a draft on my fuckin' insides! They shanked me - the bastards! The blood ain't workin' no more - my head, it feels... cracked.[Sounds like he's trailing off, losing consciousness] Uh. I think my eye's popped.

[Distant, rambling]I never shoulda gone alone... amateur move. I shoulda handled those pricks. Goddamn dirty Cali rat bastards.

You gotta... You can't tell anybody! Nobody can know I blew it, promise me! If they find out, I'm a dead man! With you types, I screw up once and it's over! You hear me? I'm a goddamn memory!

Uhh... listen, I-I got connections, I'll set you up, but - oh, son of a bitch, my leg's gone numb - damn it! You got me by the balls here - whatever is in my power to get you is yours!

I got... I went... Uh... What is this lump? Is this my rib? Oh, holy shit, my rib is pokin' through my side?!? Oh. I'm all numb... you gotta look and tell me!

Goddamn chemist! Can't trust any operators in LA. I verified him, organization seemed reliable. Guy mixes up speed, his crew sells it. Occasionally does explosives. I set up a drop.

I show up at the beach with the money, right? Four of these guys, they come out of nowhere. Junkie pricks - hit me with a bat! [Choking cough]Head feels like I got a friggin' horse kickin' it.

Those [pause, furious]cocksuckers - beat me rotten, left me for a stiff. I had to crawl to my car, crawl my ass up here. The vamp blood's the only thing holdin' me together. But shit, they got the money, they got the Astrolite…

Hold on - you think I'm some amateur? I got their number. Those small-time sons of bitches live out in a dump on the beach. Maybe four or five of 'em. The one's got the explosives is Dennis. Got my money too, that prick!

You gotta[chokes on blood/cough]... gotta get it back from 'em. Maybe reason with 'em, maybe break in, I dunno. God, I wanna kill 'em. Do whatever you people do. I blew it, I know.

[Real hurt]Yeah, if you could... unhhh.... Somethin' just started leakin' - I need somethin' for the pain.

Uh, one more thing: about the deal, I mean it - you tell anyone about this, I'm dead. I'm beggin' ya. I got a way o' gettin' people what they need. You don't say anything, I can help you out.

[Takes a deep breath]Unh....

Ahh... ohh.... Oh, holy Christ I needed that.

Yeah? Didja waste those sons of bitches?

Good, great - hope it was painful. Didja get my money back?

Oh, you're a lifesaver. I might have to buy some new kidneys with this.

That Astrolite... twice as powerful as TNT. Instant demolition. Be on the other side of the world when you engage that timer. [Pause]You need to make some place disappear - a warehouse. Looks to be a Sabbat interest.

I heard a lot about that operation. I'd love to get in there, get my hands on the equipment they've been unloading. But it'd be suicide to walk in there... got a small army of trigger-happy types and they're all packin'. I don't know... maybe... uh…

Well, there's a guy, I never met him, but I heard a lot about him. His name is Tung, Bertram Tung. He's one o' you types. If there's anyone who knows more than me about this city, it's him. Unfortunately, Tung's hiding out at the moment.

If there are, I don't know 'em. But, about this Tung...

Tung's lying low cuz of Therese, Therese Voerman, you know her? Anyway, word is Therese and Tung are feuding - I don't know the details. My take's that Tung thinks he's about to get whacked, so he's gone underground till Therese calls it off.

If you wanna put that warehouse into orbit any time soon, you're gonna have to get Therese to call off the feud.

She's THE woman around here. Power player. Nice looking broad for a dead chick, but, uh, personality like stone.

Therese... Therese I don't like, but I can respect her. Jeanette's different. I don't know what to make of her. She's a little, you know, in the head. I don't know. Therese is, well, like you, and I would think so's Jeanette, but I hear rumors about her.

Alright... Jeanette. Got a body built for bedrooms. And I got close acquaintances says they conquered that territory. But I asked the main man and he says you types, you know, can't or don't, err, do that kind of thing. Anyway, whatever she is, I hear Jeanette's a wild girl.

Call me old-fashioned, but, uh, I just can't talk about that kinda thing in front of a woman.

[Mercurio appears to be dead]...

Specifically?

Who exactly?

I don't know 'im, myself. I'd like to meet the guy - kind of a local legend. He and Therese seem to be contenders for this city. He's crafty, smart guy. I haven't heard anything bad about him.

What's to tell? I can get anything anyone wants at any time. Could say it's my calling. Till the Astrolite, wasn't anything I couldn't handle - well, back east, some shit went down, Big Apple, can't go back. I hate LA, but whaddaya gonna do?

Guns? Guy named Trip up the street. He keeps a few pieces under the table, but he doesn't sell to anybody - doesn't have a license. I'll give him a call - he'll sell to you. It's the least I can do.

Once I stop leakin' my guts out, I'll be back in the game. I can get some speciality stuff, but it's gonna take some time. If you can keep quiet about the Astrolite deal, I'd be willing to supply you.

[Ecstatically]Hey! You. What can I say? You preserved my ass. I truly appreciate you not saying anything, and I want you to know, I take care of those who do me favors. So for now on, you need equipment, info, you come see me. Don't hesitate.

I tell you, that blood you guys got's an amazing thing. Helped close up a few wounds. This back-alley patch fixed up the rest. I needed that beating - good reminder not to overestimate my ability. Last time it's gonna happen.

Oh, by the way... I paid a visit to our friends by the beach early this morning. OD-ing's a painful way to go. Especially when your kneecaps are on the floor next to you. What can I say, payback can be a bitch like that, ya know what I mean.

Not easy, even in this country. Military grade sniper rifle with . caliber ammo can take a man apart at quite a distance. Makes the Secret Service nervous. I can, however, get my hands on a SWAT rifle. Gimme some time.

What you want is a SPAS-. I've got a connection for those, but I haven't seen him in a while. Think he's in Mexico. Soon as he gets back, I'll have a few of 'em. Puttin' together a Dragon's Breath too. Sawed-off, spits WP rounds. Few nights work.

Oh, yeah, I get a lot of requests for those. I blame the movies. Everybody thinks they're a riot till they set their friends on fire. They're not very easy to get a hold of. I got a Vegas connection for those. Last time I was out there, I had to shoot my way to the state line.

Only a lunatic'd want that kind of ordnance. That's why they got 'em in Washington. [Best thing I've got to offer is a little disposable number that fires rockets. I've only had two before. Not cheap. I'll call in some favors - gonna take time.]

Picked up a SPAS- this morning. Cleaned, oiled and just waitin' to put a hole through somethin'. You interested?

Anything I can do for you tonight?

You haven't been doin' this too long, have you? The Sabbat, as I understand it, are your typical, power-hungry movie monsters. They specialize in causin' grief. I've tangled with their like - let me tell you, I didn't enjoy it.

Only seen him a few times. Way I understand it, the guy's untouchable. And I've never seen him without his muscle, that sheriff. Just so you understand, my loyalties are all but written in blood, so my opinion of the guy is moot.

Your typical, bloodthirsty movie-villain variety vampire. A few years back, I was on bodyguard duty for one of the old boys. Me, a couple o' ghouls, and some young vampire types like you. The Sabbat hit us, tried to pull a dine and dash. Just two of us walked away, and one was the elder.

Nines? Nah, I never actually met him, but I've been hearin' about him for years. His operation's crude, but those anarchs are mad-dog vicious when they need to be. City's full of 'em. They're none too friendly with the Camarilla, so be careful around 'em.

Big, silent, stone cold palooka. Never seen 'im in action but I hear things. Hear he's the last thing you see if you get on LaCroix's bad side. Say he fights like the devil. Not the kind of guy I'm gonna look in the eye, you know what I mean?

Gary? Sorry, name doesn't ring a bell.

Isaac's a cool customer. Got that old-school, no-nonsense kinda swagger. Not too many like him any more. He wears his animosity towards the Camarilla on his sleeve. Shame. Guy like that could've been an asset.

Ah, you're talkin' about the Kuei-jin. Like you types, but different. Anarchs'd just finished fighting 'em when the Camarilla came to town. Let me give you some advice - stay out of Chinatown till they've raised our flag in those parts.

RPG house, not in LA it's in Irvine, a little south. Tim Cain, Leonard Boyarsky, and Jason Anderson are the major players. Workin' on a secret project, I don't know much about it. Camarilla's concerned they know too much.

My Vegas connection paid me a visit this afternoon. Popped his trunk and, whaddaya know, had a flamethrower, a few tanks of spare fuel. It's yours if you want it, but uh, ain't you flammable?

Prepared a little number called a Dragon's Breath. It's a modified sawed-off, fires phosphorous shells. Personally, it's the only weapon I carry when I travel through Sabbat country.

Took a trip to see a... friend o' mine, he's a quartermaster down at a police station in OC. Guy's been miffed about a pay freeze, so he's agreed to start filling my wish list for a cut. Got a SWAT rifle outta this trip. Interested?

You might like this. Now, this is not your everyday ordinary pop gun. Only a few people ever get their hands on one of these. Take a look.

You'd betray your own kind? That's the word. Now, I been given the order to kill you on sight... but I do owe you my life, and from what I heard, I got no chance against you. I'll sell you what you need, but after tonight... never again.

The word came down that there's a party in Chinatown and you're bringin' the fireworks. New Year's is comin' early. Stock up and good luck.

Word is you turned your back on the Camarilla. I don't understand. I served these people for thirty years, they've always treated me well. I think you're makin' a big mistake. But I'm not gonna stop you. I ain't got no death wish.

Santa Monica's quiet mostly. That is, till you came to town. Not a lot of operators or police here, which is why I like it. Not a beach person personally, but there are some beautiful sunsets. Guess you wouldn't be interested in that, though, would ya.

Downtown's a mess, always has been. I get called down there sometimes. Nines' people, LaCroix's people, lot of tension in the air. Lot of drugs and a lot of crime. Sometimes I offload extra inventory, but I avoid downtown when I can.

Hollywood's been good to me. Lot of my business comes from Hollywood. Guy named Isaac runs the show. Real legend. Camarilla's got no presence to speak of there. Stop by the graveyard. Good customer o' mine works it.

I don't go down to Chinatown. Nobody who does comes back. Somethin' goin' on down there with the Kuei-jin I don't understand, nor do I need to. Stay out's the best advice I can give.

Right, you're straight off the bus. Once a month I get fed vampire blood. Heals me faster, makes me stronger than a normal human. I don't age. By lookin' at me, you wouldn't realize it, but I'm almost sixty.

I blew it... believe me, I know. In more ways than you can imagine. But you gotta listen to me - anyone finds out... I'm a dead man. Keep quiet about this and I can get you what you need - guns, ammo... anything. You gotta trust me.

Those small-time sons of bitches live out in a dump on the beach. Four or five of 'em. The one's got the explosives is Dennis. Got my money too, that prick!

[Shakes head]Unnghh. Mercurio, if that's what you mean. Ah, shit... you're a Malkavian, aren't you? Damn, that's the last thing I need. I'm bleedin' all over the carpet, and I can't even understand what the hell you're saying.

Layin' in a pool of my own blood and you want friggin' directions! Right, alright: uh, down the street, in the parking garage, stairs down to the beach, on the right. [grunts]Those better not be some o' my last words.

There's no need to be such a friggin' prick... I was just surprised. I could've taken those guys.

Damn! I coulda used that money to buy myself some new kidneys. Anyway...

I'm lyin' here bleedin' to death and you're crackin' wise? I don't need this crap.

Alright, alright! Geez! You'd think you were the one layin' here with his guts hangin' out. It was that freakin' chemist! Guy mixes up speed, his crew sells it. Occasionally, he does explosives. I set up a drop.

Rat fuckin' bastard - you wanna see me squirm? Well, fuck you! Soon as this deal is settled for LaCroix, you and me, we're gonna straighten some things out.

Uh... I'm Mercurio. You're the girl LaCroix sent to pick up the explosives - the Astrolite?[Howl of pain]

[Pissed off]You... you fuck! They... uhhh... they live on a cliff above the beach. You gotta go through the parking garage to get there. I hope they cave your lousy skull in, you bitch!

[resigned, angry but calm]Soon as this deal is settled for LaCroix, you and me, we're gonna straighten some things out.

[reserved, but pissed]You got the Astrolite, I take it? Good, good. That'll save my ass where LaCroix's concerned.

Amazing what a couple o' drops of vamp blood can do to a man. Real powerful stuff.

You know, while you were gone I did a bit of thinkin'. See, I don't want to risk some loudmouth, smartass upstart goin' and makin' me look bad. So in a few minutes, I'm gonna break the news to LaCroix that that kid he sent never made it out alive.

I just wanted to make sure you knew my appreciation. And like I said before, someone needs somethin', I can get it. This boat, for example.

Oh, uh, by the way... I paid a visit to our friends on the cliff up there early this morning. OD-ing's a painful way to go. Especially when your kneecaps are on the floor next to you. What can I say, payback can be a bitch like that.

[Ecstatically]Hey! You, hey, what can I say? You preserved my ass. I truly appreciate you not sayin' anything, and I want you to know, I take care of those who do me favors. So for now on, you need equipment, info, you come see me at my apartment. Don't hesitate.

You need to make some place disappear, a warehouse. Looks to be a Sabbat interest.

She and her sister, Jeanette, they run The Asylum. Some freaky customers frequent that place. I try not to do business there.

You next up for the needle? Hmm? Your donation could save a life, you know. Oh, but isn't it a little late for altruism? I don't think you're here to give blood at all. I don't buy it, Jack. I bet you're here to take blood. Am I right?

They all come in here with that same, nonchalant look. With that "Who, me?" stare, as if they were so clever. Do you think you're the first vampire to try and come in here to buy blood? Honestly.

Fine. If you don't want any, deny it. Deny that you wouldn't put the lukewarm bag to your lips and slurp out the coppersmelling sauce like a swarm of mosquitoes on a hemophiliac's back.

Right down to business. None of this "pretend I don't drink blood" shit. Very refreshing to find a decisive customer. I respect that. So, what'll it be?

Why'd you have to go and let that bitch out? There's one less Phil in the world now. Why'd you have to let her go and eat him, huh? Now I'll never get to do in that bastard myself. Well, you know what no blood for you, no more!

Fair enough. Need anything right now?

Fair is double that.

[Laughs nervously]Hehahaha. Well, mistakes are made from time to time without them, some of us might never have been born. Heh... I don't know what I'm saying half the time. Have a freebie, my compliments. You need more?

That's interesting. A missed opportunity. Guns make people cocky. They never appreciate what a skilled hand married to a knife can do. All you have to do is get close enough to cut off the trigger finger. Or their face.

You like to talk, don't you? I wanna hear a story. Tell me, what's the best way you've violenced up someone? I wanna hear every grisly detail. If I like your story, I'll sell you some blood.

Yes?

Keep going.

Wow....

That's some vile, depraved, maniacal shit. You are SICK mother. Yeah, I'll sell you your fix.

You call that grisly? I want hardcore, unrated, unfiltered, congressionalhearingstyle debasement. You don't deserve blood. Go get it yourself.

Start breathing, you corpse. I already fell for that act once and that's how I came to end up here. Her blood frees me and binds me. I'm eternally hers... slave to the bitch goddess.

Blood comes from out of the living. From all kinds, in a red torrent. A crimson seep at the speed of a heartbeat. For each drop a teeny bit of life shed... you don't care how it's got, as long as it is. You'll be begging for it, and not getting any.

It's a mesmerizing liquid, isn't it? The color, the bouquet, the form. When I was a kid, I used to wait for the snap of the rat trap. It would trickle out of the animal's face and ooze just far enough to coagulate around the cheese... a poetic death.

Here again? What's the matter, can't bring yourself to tear into the neck of some quoteunquote innocent? All that blood out there and you have to buy the prepackaged stuff. Tsk... that's okay, I understand. I forgive you.

All that power and you don't even use it. Seems wasteful shameful. All these sheep all these happygolucky to tools walking around oblivious. If one or two, or three or four of them go missing... the flock grazes on.

Survival? Since when has survival had nothing to do with murder? Murder is what mankind and your kind, do best. Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you've never killed anyone? How 'bout it, saint? Yes or no?

To survive... my point exactly. Those that kill survive. The soldier that kills the other soldier first lives. The nation that kills the most enemies wins the war. It's the natural order of life. You are a predator. I respect that. I envy you.

I meant no offense... I have respect for you. I just meant that

Oh... yes... I understand. The predator needs the prey more than the prey needs the predator. Survival instincts will transform them into killers. The natural order. I see.

I know your kind. I know you could do it. It would be easy... but I'm not like the others. I respect you. I admire you. If I had that power... I'd soak in the blood of the weak too. It's pure survival the powerful fuel dynasties with the meek's blood.

Liar. I can see it in your eyes... smell it on your breath you're a predator at heart. And even if you deny that, even if you swear you left your halo in the taxi, you exist to kill others. And I respect you for that. I envy you.

Oh, as you should. Yes, I'm weaker than you. I'm no match for you. I serve your kind because of my weakness my addiction to your blood. And I aspire to be like you. To think like you. To be on the other side of this conversation. I respect and envy you.

Of course. Your power far surpasses my own. I bow to that. I understand my place in the natural order. How can I serve you?

More? You're quite the glutton. This city's veins are starting to dry up.

Today, I slit my wrist over a plastic salad bowl and spurted a few jets of the stuff until the bowl felt about right for two more bags. All just to fill your order. I hope you enjoy it.

Now that you let that one go, I have to go out and find someone else to fill the chair. But it's kind of chilly out and now that my copilot's been devoured, I'm flying solo. I need a new body. Find another donor and I'll whip up a fresh batch.

The bitch who owns me, and this place, runs The Asylum. Lots of young, stupid blood there. Not like the putrid, stinking vagrant blood we so often get. Don't shed any at the club though, nononono... the missus, she don't appreciate it.

Blood don't grow on trees.

Sweet girl you sent up. Made the other one seem like sour milk. Real bleeder, lovely thing. Least, she used to be. But she'll live on in your heart, won't she? Need a bag of her?

Employees only them's the rules of the queen bitch herself.

Now serving number seventyfive... number seventyfive?

This mortality is such a handicap. If we were on a level playing field, you wouldn't be so bold if one slash to the throat could mean the difference between existence or not.

[Snide]I don't do dead chicks.

She did, huh? Queen bitch told me never to let anyone back there. I remember her repeating it over and over in that cold, pretentious voice of hers

[Irritated growl]Mmm.... Opened.

Look who finally made it. Thought you'd never find me, huh?

Look who finally made it. Thought you'd never find me, did ya sweetheart?

The one and only. Don't bother with the introductions, fledgling; I know who you are.

I've gotten good at knowing when I'm wanted.

News travels down the Kindred grapevine like wildfire. And that courtroom spat between LaCroix and Nines Rodriguez is a juicy little morsel, and you in the middle... how interesting.

That was just silly vampire politicking, fledgling, no more. You get used to that kind of thing.

Of course it did. As if vampires and women both weren't insecure enough, get them together in one Malkavian [mahl-CAY-vee-uhn]body and look what happens.

[plainly]Yeah, no kidding. Now that the Camarilla has moved into LA, Therese wants the title of Prince of Santa Monica. I guess she saw me as a threat. Funny thing is, I could care less.

I wouldn't want to be the Prince of Terre Haute[TAIR-uh HOTE]. I leave that headache to the Ventrue. Besides, there's only like four vampires in all of Santa Monica. Hmph. Some kingdom.

Oh you did, did you? [laugh]Well, I wasn't worried. So why'd you need to find me? What did you need?

[caught off guard]Uh - I had my suspicions. What an interesting specimen... but a pain in my dead ass for sure.

Oh so you're who I'm waiting on? Hmph. Someone must have faith in you, cupcake... That or they want you out of the picture. Hmm... interesting choice either way.

Hmm? Oh, nevermind. The warehouse though -

I've been watching the place. The Sabbat [suh-BOT]has a bunch of lowlife humans working day and night to move stuff through there. There's some major staging going on.

As far as I can tell. The humans seem to know the score from the way they've been talking. I think most of them have aspirations of joining the next graduating class of shovelheads. Ugh, losers.

Yeah. The Sabbat like everyone to know just who they're dealing with. So if you get in there and have to bust a few heads... don't feel bad. Think of it as "upholding the Masquerade".

Yes I can. Just tell me when you're ready and we'll leave. Once you're there, however, you're on your own. You'll have to get into the place and plant the explosives in the middle office to take the whole structure down.

Yeah?

They're a bunch of malcontents. They get pumped up by rousing the rabble they keep around them, like that's hard. Nothing breeds faster than contempt, and that's what the Brujah [BROO-ha]are all about. Jealousy and contempt.

See what I mean? You're fresh from your Embrace, no real clan ties, and yet you feel compelled to roar and beat your chest cuz I spoke my mind. Real free-thinking way to be there, Brujah boy. [derisively]Yeah, fight the power, right? Pfft.

They fancy themselves loners and drifters, running around the countryside and barking at the moon. Hmph. It's all just an act. Gangrel can walk upright, they just choose not to.

Aww, did I hurt your feelings, fleabag? Well, just try not to let the doggy door pinch your tail on the way out.

Malkavians [mahl-CAY-vee-uhns]are, uh... interesting. There's something to them. Learning to sort the wisdom from the bullshit can be some work and, uh, not all of them are worth listening to, but, uh, they're all good fun if you ask me.

The Nosferatu [noss-fuh-RAH-too]are damn good at what we do; no one even argues that. If you need to know, if you want it found, you come to us. We're indispensable; not a bad place to be in the afterlife.

The Nosferatu stick together, pool resources. We have more going on than anyone could guess at. Our web blankets the night.

I'm loyal to the clan, loyal to my primogen, and therefore loyal to the Camarilla.

Hmph. I don't rub elbows with the pretty bloodsuckers much, but I've seen them work people like puppeteers and that's admirable. Now if only they'd get off their slimy asses and put their talent to some use besides feeding their egos.

Save it Don Juan, your silver tongue might get tarnished licking this hide.

Save it Cleopatra, your silver tongue might get tarnished licking this hide.

[contemptfully]Mages. I don't have any reason to trust 'em. They're creepy and I think they like it that way. But to be honest, I don't hear much about the Tremere. There's a few in LA but all in all there's not that many of them.

They get a bad rap if you ask me. Everyone likes to take shots at the man in charge, but when it comes to getting the job done, the Ventrue know how to step up. They can take the heat.

The anarchs... yeah, I respect what they do, strenuous liberty and all that jazz, but they're kidding themselves. Wherever there's an ounce of power to be had, there'll be people dickin' each other over. You think the Camarilla invented that?

Y'ask me, the Sabbat makes no sense. They couldn't care less about the Masquerade, and they seem to care even less about themselves. It's like, "Hey! Let's all spread hell on earth so we can feel big and bad - oops! I'm dead! Now, how did that happen?"

The Nosferatu are the eyes and ears of the Camarilla, so they take care of us. They value our services... or, uh, don't want to be on our bad side. Either way, no one bothers us.

Caitiff are just riff-raff vampires who don't know anything about vampire society, don't know their clan; mutt vampires: what I suspect you were perilously close to becoming if LaCroix hadn't intervened.

Theory goes that the farther down the bloodline you are from Caine, the weaker the blood is. So if you're, say, fifth generation, the blood is strong. If you're fifteenth generation you barely qualify as a vampire; a thin-blood.

Hmm... it is a sad state. They're weak, their powers watered down, most of them are Caitiff, and there seems to be more and more of them. Many Kindred think it's a sign of Gehenna.

Gehenna: The day we all die, when our sleeping forefathers rise and bring about the end of the world. Many believe we are living in the Final Nights.

Caine: the biblical brother-killer - Father of all vampires.

Hunters: humans who hunt vampires. Most are half-cocked yokels who also say they've been abducted by UFOs. The real hunters are trained by secret societies, holy orders of the church that have existed since the Middle Ages. Fear - them.

Hmmm. Clans are just bloodlines, you know, a common root shared and passed on from sire to childe.

Sure, fledgling. It's war out there, after all. You should know all you can about the different sides.

You ready to go?

What am I gonna say? He's the boss now.

A little. They invaded California a few years ago. They beat the anarchs down pretty bad. The anarchs are lucky the Camarilla came along when they did, really. Hopefully we'll all get organized and send the Kuei-jin[KWAY-jin] packing.

Here, take this map. Use it to navigate the sewer mains. You'll never be able to use public transportation with that face so, uh, get used to jogging in the slop. And stop back by later - I might have use for a young Nosferatu like yourself.

[displeased]Hmph. Alright, I guess. Come back when you're ready to go. But don't be too long, fledgling; this isn't really something we planned around your schedule.

I'm glad you're here. I heard you've been up to quite a bit lately, very interesting. I was hoping you could help me with something. A little bird said they spotted you down in the warrens; gonna be back there soon?

I'm looking for a data CD. It was lost down there, supposedly. Find it for me and I'll teach you a thing or two, some stuff that could really come in handy for you, from the sound of things.

[displeased]Huh, I wasn't expecting that. I thought you'd jump at the chance to learn at the foot of an elder.

Hmmm great, great. Go to the warrens, then find the data CD. Don't bother asking around for it; I've already made a pest of myself about this. Just find it and bring it back.

Ahhh back so soon? Did you make it to the warrens and find my data CD?

Well keep your eyes open down there. Could be anywhere, really.

Haaah, excellent! Now, listen up, fledgling, you might wanna take notes.

DAMN! Man, you know a lot about computers! Thanks! See ya.

The Sabbat - geez you are green. It's like this: we're all monsters, like it or not. I'm not gonna say the Sabbat are the evil vampires cuz... none of us are the good guys here.

But the Sabbat, they glorify their monstrous nature. They refuse to hide it, and go out of their way to show it. They're also brainless and reckless; they have a life expectancy of a vampire fruit fly.

Nice work, fledgling. I felt that explosion a mile away. It's all over the news too. Man there's gonna be some pissed off Sabbat just howlin' for blood tonight, hehehe.

Beckett? I know of him. Why?

No kidding? Huh. Must be something major happening if HE's in town.

Beckett is a historian of sorts. He's unearthed more vampire lore than anyone. That's all Beckett does; seek the truth behind our... condition.

You better get back downtown. Prince LaCroix's going to want to hear all about this victory.

He's LaCroix's iron fist. No one "knows" the sheriff, really, except LaCroix. No one even knows the guy's name. There's lots of rumors about him though. I heard LaCroix picked him up in Africa over a hundred years ago. Obviously, they work well together.

Those murders are definitely the work of Kindred. Probably some Caitiff getting revenge on everyone who made fun of him in high school. Once the sheriff tracks this guy down they're gonna make one hell of an example of him.

I know ya did. Sharp kid; can track like a bloodhound. I watched him work for a while before I approached him. I had no idea how... eager he would be to help.

I knew you would. I had him watching you-know-who for me; it was inevitable you'd pass through her joint. I told him to keep an eye out for ya, gave him the lines to feed ya, the whole bit.

[chuckle]C'mon, fledgling. Don't ever think you're ahead of the ball in this game. No matter what action you take, some Kindred you never even met already foresaw it and found a way to profit from it.

No, you helped me remove a spy without revealing myself or getting my hands dirty. [laughter]Pretty good actor, that Knox, huh?[laughter]

[laughter]Don't take it hard, fledgling! I won't be the last elder to milk ya for a favor!

[a little embarrassed]Agh. Damned Ventrue blood. Gotta be on top of everything, don't ya?

[pissed]Goddamned Tremere! Blood-thievin' mage assholes. Thank god your kind is goin' the way of the Betamax.

Thanks. You helped me get rid of a spy without revealing myself... or getting my hands dirty[chuckle].

Nasty Dude? Hey, I may not be a looker, kid, but you better start showin' some respect, cuz I could squash you like a freakin' bug if my panties get all bunched up. You got it?

Ah, shit, a Malkavian. And you ran into Knox, too? You guys must've had quite a conversation. Not a working brain cell between the two of ya. Oh well.

Ah, shit, a Malkavian. I suppose I'll figure out what the hell you're talking about in a month or so. Man, I hate talkin' to you guys - I always feel like I'm getting an answer to a question I haven't even asked yet. Heh, oh well.

Janus' daughter? What the...? Oh, Janus - the two-faced god. You mean Therese Voerman. Oh man, you Malkavians are really messed up. Anyway, that was just silly vampire politicking fledgling, no more. You get used to that kind of thing.

Heh. Pretty close to the mark. Caitiff are just kind of riff-raff vampires who don't know anything about vampire society, don't know their clan; mutt vampires: what I suspect you were perilously close to becoming if LaCroix hadn't intervened.

You said it. Theory goes that the farther down the bloodline you are from Caine, the weaker the blood is. So if you're, say, fifth generation, the blood is strong. If you're fifteenth generation you barely qualify as a vampire; a thin-blood.

Long shadow? Yeah... I see what you're saying. You Malkavians and your damned insight. Most fledglings don't know anything about Gehenna.

You don't know the half of it, kid. Gehenna: The day we all die, when our sleeping forefathers rise and bring about the end of the world. Many believe we're living in the Final Nights.

Yup, that's him. Caine: the biblical brother-killer - Father of all vampires.

Jester? You callin' LaCroix a jester? Uh, you'd uh, better watch that, fledgling. Anyway, what am I gonna say? Uh, he's the boss now.

The Camarilla [cam-uh-RILL-uh]works. When you let vampires run wild, you wind up with Caitiff [KAY-tiff]frenzying in the streets, thin-bloods blowing the Masquerade, and hunters sniffing around. Law and order is the Kindred's friend.

From what I hear he's a likable sort, and that's a problem. Nines Rodriguez is the kinda guy you want on your side and more Kindred go anarch every day cuzza him.

Oooh, what do we have here? Another scrumptious young plaything straight out of life and into my club? Mmm... you smell new, little boy, like fabric softener dew on freshly mowed Astroturf. Oh, I'm not frightening you, am I, duckling?

I'm the finger down your spine when all the lights are out. I'm the name on all the men's room walls. When I pout, the whole world tries to make me smile. And everyone always wants to know, who... is... that girl?

[Giggles]I can tell you and I are going to get along just like fire hoses.

When we get turned on, there's bound to be flames.

Oh, I was just thinking about this delicious little pancake who came into my club and wasn't so sweet because he was soaked in vinegar.

Aren't you just the teeniest bit curious about me? Come on, don't be shy. Say the right thing and I just might bare my soul... or something else.

So's the world, but we all keep riding on this moonlit carousel regardless.

I... am... Jeanette. And this bit of chaos crammed in a certifiable giggle is my club. Oh, I'd just love to give you funny feelings all night, sweetheart, but I really must trouble with some business. We'll reunite sweet and soon, I promise.

Well, since you don't care I'll tell you anyway. My name is Jeanette, this is my club, and you should play nice because I can be really fun when someone's not trying hard to piss me off. Better bring the butter the next time we toast.

How odd, I was just having naughty thoughts about you. You made quite an impression earlier. Did you come up just to cheer lonely, little me?

Not even a knock? I could have been undressing, and who knows what I would've had to do to you. You're here to see her royal majesty Queen Victoria, aren't you?

Therese is out making a show of how well her lips fit on the pants seat of the Camarilla. Did you happen to find her chastity belt or something?

Really? Do I often pogostick through your thoughts wearing nothing but a smile? Be honest... or don't.

I'd be kinder to me, if I were you. What a gruesome thought, though, me being you. I suppose that'd mean you'd be inside me, and that's definitely never going to happen if you don't change your attitude.

Ooh, can I see it?

[Seductively]So... Therese told me you might be back with something for her. Do you have it with you?

I'm not just some silly doll, you know. [Sobs]All my life my sister's made me out to be a joke. She told you I was an embarrassment, didn't she? That I couldn't tie my shoes, let alone hold on to something for her. Is that it?

[Sobbing]She's always belittling me. She's the smart one, she's the favorite, she's the successful one. Well, it's not fair! I'm not a fool! This club's success is just as much my doing as it is hers!

[Sobbing]Do you understand what it's like to have your own flesh and blood ripping you apart on a daily basis for two lifetimes? Can you?

Ah! It's beautiful. Like a knight in shining armor... dangling at the end of a noose.

That was cliché and predictable, but you can say it anytime and I'll act like you were the first and only.

Are you sure that's the kind of thing you want to say to me? Keep bending me and I'm bound to snap.

Oh, did she now? I spend a few nights with Bertram and all of a sudden he's the pox of Santa Monica. Ha ha! Paranoia and Therese have been bedfellows for longer than I can remember. Indulge my curiosity... what did you really think of Therese?

[Not amused]We're identical twins.

There are nuns that sin more often than her. In fact, she won't even feed unless it's poured into a glass for her. Myself... I like to bite.

Mmm... that is unfortunate, isn't it?

I wish I could do something about it, but Bertram won't believe it's off until he hears Therese say it's off. And as I told you, I'm really not sure where Therese is. However…

Would if I could, kitten, so sorry, but she doesn't tell me much about her business. But I do know something you could do for us in the meantime... something that would make us very grateful.

I know.... You've got my sympathy, really you do. I do need your help for something - and I can show my appreciation in a lot more creative ways than Therese ever could.

I like the sound of that. What do you have in mind?

Mmm... pretty please? For me?

Leave now and Bertram will never help you. I'll see to that. So you can make believe you adore my every word and help me, or you can go back to the prince with your head in your hands.

Do you know Gallery Noir, down the street? I happen to know there's a charity event being organized there. Lots of the influential Santa Monicans slithering in for token appearances. But there's one thing they don't know…

The whole event's been set up by a Kindred trying to establish their own power clique in our city. And we can't let that happen, can we? So I need some brilliant young upstart to spoil the milk.

You don't need more enemies this early in the game. Give it a few years, they'll come.

I thought we went over this? Therese isn't here. Until he hears it from her, Bertram's like a windshield in the deep blue sea - invisible.

I promise this won't take long. Take this knife. Give the paintings in the gallery a good slashing. Don't get caught and don't turn it into a massacre. And steal the charity box, would you? Buy yourself something velvet.

I'm sure Therese will be thrilled to honor your agreement when you get back. But in the meantime, get to the museum and ruin those paintings, then pay me a visit. I want to hear all about it.... Hurry up, I can only amuse myself for so long.

It's not what you think. Every pretty penny dropped in that box is going right into some other Kindred's purse. You'd be crooking from a dirty steal.

Ah-ah! Leave the wine in the cask. I'll harvest that blood when it's time. Tonight there is no harvest moon, got it?

[Rapidly, frightened]Oh, I'm so relieved you're safe! I wanted to warn you when I heard it was a setup, but Therese pulled a gun on me and I locked myself in the bathroom and she's threatening to kill me an-and you have to help me!

[Rapidly, frightened]It was a setup! Listen, I know we've had our differences, but you have to trust me! Therese tried to have you killed! I had to lock myself in the bathroom because now she's got a gun and - please, you have to help me!

Therese knew it was you at the gallery all along. She set you up and... heh![Sound of gunfire] Did you hear that? She's crazy! She paid those thieves for a hit. She'll kill anyone who gets in the way of her becoming the top dog of Santa Monica.

Hurry! I don't know how much longer I have!

[Melancholy]Oh, it's you. I'm surprised you returned to the scene of the crime, without your girlfriend Therese here. Come to bury the bitterness between us? That time's past. Way in the past. So, be a b-e-e and buzz off. I've got no honey for you.

Hello, kitten. Didja come back for me? Even if you didn't, just nod your head. I'm all gooey - I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Any particular reason for this unexpected visit? Although…

The tide goes out, the tide comes in, and then it waves goodbye again. It'll take me a few years to wake this city up.

The Camarilla tried to get its hand down my skirt, so I slapped them in the face. Prince - ha! The only title I want is for a cherry-red Porsche. I'm sure they're out for blood, but I have a few new sugar daddies - Nines and Isaac, know 'em?

Oh, sweetheart, desperately, these nights. I'm just a lonely, little girl on a rainy day. Know any games we can play?

Think harder and dirtier.

I'm not into that kind of thing. Maybe you should go.

Oh, well, it's a little different, but entirely possible. Come sit next to me on the bed. I'll show you.

Should I draw a map for you? The gallery's right down the street.

What all suede kittens do... on hands and knees, you lap up the milk of me... and we purr, kitten, like dragonflies buzzing around frog bellies.

Fine. You hold on to it. Hmm... since you were so willing to brave that big, spooky place for my darling sister, how about doing a teensy, tiny favor for little, troubled me?

On the inside, we're all dead meat, kitten.

She's crazy! HELP!

I wasn't sticking my fingers in anyone's pie, dear sister.

Your city? Last time I looked it was called Santa Monica, not Stuck-up Bitch.

Oh, Therese, you really do paint a flattering portrait of me with your turn-of-the-century barbs. I always assumed you could do nothing but look down on me.

[Laughs]Let she who is without sin, cast the fierce tone.

[Upset]Don't you call me that!

I'm your sister! How can you treat me like this?

Father? Oh, Therese... you poor, deluded dear... I treated father exactly the way he deserved to be treated... and he treated you like a -

Your heart still belongs to Daddy after all these years, eh, sister?

You take that back, you bitch!

Hello, kitten.

Hmm... mmm, heh-heh.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

[Hiss.]

What? Oh my! A Malkavian! This ought to be absolutely delicious! Two minds as crazy as ours, and who knows just what might happen.

[Laughing]Oh! But you've got it bad, little boy! Not sure exactly what is real and what isn't? Janus... let's see... isn't that a two-faced Roman god? Of course, you're right. You just happened to meet the prettier face first.

Ha! Wait until Therese hears that! I am white to her black. She'll be absolutely furious. Of course, I won't be wearing white to any weddings, but... we can talk about that later.

The world is a bubbling blood cauldron, and yet we all just keep going in for a dip. Does that make any more sense?

Mmmm. No one flirts like a Malkavian. Your compliments make me positively tingly.

Oh, and there was something about the paintings.... [Thinking to self]Hmm, what was it...? [gives up]I can't remember. Oh well, have fun, duckling!

[Rapidly, frightened]Oh, I'm so relieved you're safe! I wanted to warn you when I heard it was a setup, but Therese pulled a gun on me and I locked myself in the bathroom and she's threatening to kill me an-and you have to help me!

[Rapidly, frightened]It was a setup! Listen, I know we've had our differences, but you have to trust me! Therese tried to have you killed! I had to lock myself in the bathroom because now she's got a gun and - please, you have to help me!

Therese knew it was you at the gallery all along. She set you up and... heh! [Sound of gunfire]Did you hear that? She's crazy! She paid those thieves for a hit. She'll kill anyone who gets in the way of her becoming the top dog of Santa Monica.

Therese is gonna kill us! Without me you'll never get out of Santa Monica alive.

Hurry! I don't know how much longer I have!

She's crazy! HELP!

Please, come in. I do apologize for my sister's crassness if it made you uncomfortable. She's unabashedly scandalous, but... in the club business, I suppose that kind of personality's a necessary evil.

She's got issues she's still trying to get over and so she's locked herself in the bathroom. Jealousy, really - you see, I was the family favorite and I'm the successful one, and as you may have noticed, she's obviously starved for attention.

Heh. Under the half-shirt and mini-skirt she's rotten to the bone.

Please get to the point of your presence in my city.

That I am. My sister's schoolgirl-in-distress act may bring patrons in, but it's my level-headedness that keeps it open.

Therese Voerman, yes. I'm the proprietor of this club, and the only person in this city whose good side it's in your best interest to stay on. What brings you to Santa Monica?

Jeanette is the freak show I keep around to lure in curiosity-seekers. She's very good with the clientele, but her business skills are approximate to those of a four-year-old with a one dollar bill in a five-and-dime.

Tung's exile is self-imposed, I assure you. But then, what reason would I have not to hate that loathsome Nosferatu scoundrel. Bloody Nosferatu. They're so... unclean.

Tung's exile is self-imposed, I assure you. But then, what reason would I have not to hate that loathsome Nosferatu scoundrel, no offense.

He meddles in my affairs. He's a bad influence on my sister, and she on him. If you were in my place, would you let him compromise your authority? You most certainly would not. I'd quite like it if I never had to hear that name again.

Why would I do that? Let him think I mean to kill him - that way, I don't have to worry about him sabotaging everything. Do you realize how his subterfuge makes me look to the Camarilla?

I'm not sure the Camarilla would find that an acceptable method of dealing with one's rival, and right now, I very much need their approval to become officially recognized as the legitimate administrator of this city.

Tung and his co-conspirator's actions ruined my chance at partnership in a crucial piece of property. I do have several other promising ventures, and one in particular has been, to say the least, an ordeal.

Hmm... I'd be willing to put the word out that my grievances with Tung have been swept under the rug, but in return, you'll have to help me remove a particularly burdensome spirit from a property I'm looking to invest in.

Ah, I forgot, you're still new to this. Allow me to break you in - yes, ghosts exist. Werewolves, mummies, and I'd expect a whole lot of other things I've never seen share the night with us.

I suppose he would, if you killed me. But as I understand it, your existence is very tenuous at the moment, and the slightest mistake could be the final nail in the coffin.

Listen, you're young and naive so I'll offer you this chance one more time - continued existence versus a beautiful sunrise. I'd give it serious consideration.

[Laughs]You're new to this, aren't you? Were you trying to Dominate me just now? That was so stupid it was almost cute. [Serious]Almost.

Rumor is that a personal item of a ghost's may be used to draw it out or excise it from its haunt. While I don't put a lot of stock in hearsay, it's my last option. So I want you to go to the Ocean House hotel, find an item of the spirit's, and bring it back.

As much as I'd like to ensure it's done properly, you're in no position to refuse - that is, if you still want me to call off the feud.

If you have to tear the building apart, do so. Three construction crews have already refused to go back to work because they've been... spooked, so to speak.

Oh, I fully intend to do so. You'll find that dealing with me, on the whole, is appreciably more predictable than dealing with some of the egomaniacs that are my peers. So long as our business doesn't go sour, my word is gold.

If you'll excuse me, I've got situations to set straight

You! What were you thinking?!?

How could you give her that item from the hotel?!? Do you know what she did with it?

She threw it into the Pacific! Do you know what this means? It means that I can't get rid of the spirit now - which means that that property is useless to me! And to make matters worse, someone's just gone and ruined my event at the gallery!

Shut up! I thought I could control my sister as long as Tung was out of the picture, but nothing's changed! Because of them I'm in a worse position than I was before. The Ocean House is worthless. So, our business is forfeit - the feud is on.

Seldom life is. I should've never entrusted this with an amateur. Did you contemplate the consequences of your actions for even a moment? Did you? Well, if it's any consolation, you're not the first to be used by Jeanette.

We had an agreement. You blew that agreement. Even if my sister was at fault, you played into her hands. And I've all but had her destroyed for her actions against me. In fact, I may have been too severe with her.

Incompetence I can forgive, somewhat. Threats, on the other hand, I do not tolerate. If you want to stay in my good graces, if you want to accomplish this goal of finding Tung, I suggest you do what I ask.

Don't you think I'm aware of that? This is my city - I know everything that goes on from borders to beach. But listen to me, fledgling. If you want to please your prince, you'll do what I ask - I'll make it easy this time.

Jeanette and Tung are a noisome beauty and beast. Between them they've nearly crippled my plans. I can control Jeanette, but once she's found a partner in crime, she turns into a bloody nuisance.

Underestimate her? She's a clown! A painted, perverted joker on Tung's strings! Jeanette does things on a whim - for amusement. Underestimate her - don't insult me!

You're not the first to fall victim to her duplicity. I'd like to make an exception for you, but still, it's inexcusable. If you want to get back in my good graces, there's something else I need you to do.

What?!? You can't tell me what to do anymore, Father! You'll never tell me what to do ever again!

[Sighs, composes herself]I made some threats against my sister - idle threats - involving fire and her impious satin sheets. She took them quite seriously and is avoiding me. I want to meet with her and explain that they were said in the heat of the moment.

I asked her to meet me at The Surfside Diner, to reconcile, but I'm busy with the club and my other endeavors. I'd like you to go to the diner and promise her that I don't plan to take any action against her. Wait for her in the back booth, near the phones.

Jeanette is my sister and my childe, or did you forget? What kind of monster would I be to condone such action? You have no more right to do such a thing as you do to even ask it! Go! Get out of here. I want her back.

For all her unwholesome diversions and irritating disruptions, I should be less tolerant of her. She is my sister, however, and I suppose I'm obligated to forgive her her trespasses. I did sire her, after all. Please... be quick about it.

I want to see my sister. Yes, I'll call it off once I've spoken with her myself. Just do what I ask.

[Sighs]I need to speak to Jeanette face to face. I don't have time to argue about it.

I don't have anything else to say to you. I won't forget what happened here, but I'd advise you to. If you keep silent and stay out of my business, we'll never be at odds. Just remember whose city this is.

Good evening. I assume you're doing well for yourself. What brings you back to my domain?

Since Jeanette's passing, I've had little trouble managing this city. In fact, my allegiance to the Camarilla over the anarchs is now official. If anything were ever to happen to LaCroix, I'd have a relatively good chance of being the next prince.

I'm cleaning it up. The Sabbat will never get a foothold here again, I assure you. I am, at last, in full control of this city.

The museum! That was MY event! Did you think I wouldn't find out?!?

Shut up! I thought I could control my sister as long as Tung was out of the picture, but nothing's changed! I should've expected that you'd succumb to Jeanette's influence like all the others. But how dare you!

Don't lie to me! Jeanette already confessed she tricked you into doing it! It was probably all Tung's idea - I'll deal with them later. But that's still no excuse for you ruining my museum.

My museum is wrecked, do you understand? Now, if you'd like to atone, or if you'd like to provide further assurance of your innocence, I have one more task that has to be dealt with.

Jeanette claimed you did it for her - but let's say I believe you. After all, you've acted decently and rationally up to now. I imagine you'd still like me to call off the feud?

Excellent! I'll take that. However…

There's only one problem. If Tung gets word that I threatened Jeanette, which he most certainly already has, it's not likely he'll believe me. So, in order to call off the feud, you're going to have to convince Jeanette to forgive me first.

For Santa Monica's most powerful Kindred, I'd be happy to.

You know, when you address me that way, I'm almost inclined to believe you were responsible for what happened at the museum. So, I'll ask you one more time - will you go settle things with Jeanette?

Let me explain the situation to you: either you do this and absolve yourself of guilt, or you refuse me. I believe you actually did destroy my museum, and I won't help you get to Tung.

I'm terribly sorry about that. My sister was just furious about your refusal to take part in her designs, so she sent those men to kill you. But I'm going to make sure it never happens again. Drop by, we'll take care of this Tung business.

Of course you weren't! Just like you weren't working with him.

So vulgar. I can't even look at you sometimes, you jezebel.

Just the sight of you - the sight of that wicked, painted pout concealing that dirty, diseased mind. Sin! You have no shame.

Go ahead and mock me. You pull your pranks, make fun of my ways. It suits you. You're just one big joke.

Should I start calling a duck a pig as well?

Is it any different than the way you treated Father?

You don't say a word about Father!

At least he loved me.

That's it, Jeanette. Run away from the truth. I'll take care of everything, as always.

Before I forget, take this. The only way to reach the Ocean House this time of night is through a tunnel in the sewers. You'll need that key to open the gate for that tunnel.

[Sigh]...

I'm terribly sorry about that. My sister was just furious about your refusal to take part in her designs, so she sent those men to kill you. But I'm going to make sure it never happens again. Drop by, we'll take care of this Tung business.

[Therese]You! I'm really sorry it had to end this way, I truly am. You seemed promising, but... you've been tainted by the stink of my sister's schemes. And now, I'm going to make sure she never double-crosses me again.

[Therese]You stay out of this! To think anyone would risk their life for this filthy, tainted waste of blood! This will just make it easier to kill both of you.

[Jeanette]Don't listen to her! She'll kill us both! Save me and I'll help you find Bertram, I swear!

[Jeanette]Help! Save me and I'll help you find Bertram, I swear!

[Therese]Shut up, Jeanette! I warned you to stay away from Tung - he's turned you against me! I always looked out for you! But you couldn't stand my success. You had to meddle, didn't you? I didn't want it to end like this but you forced me!

[Jeanette]You never gave me any credit for anything, Therese! I was the one calling the shots! Bertram was dancing on my leash! How does it feel to know that I beat you?

[Therese]Isn't it obvious? I'm about to rid the night of this deviant, back-stabbing whore! Do you realize that, despite her condition, she still... fornicates - with kine, no less! So despicable... so unclean.

[Jeanette]You're one to talk, dear sister, or should I say Daddy's little girl. Do you want to know just how depraved the [sarcastic]Baron of Santa Monica can be?

[Jeanette]You'd love the world to think you're a saint. When you thought I was asleep, I used to hear father come in at night. I heard him whisper how much he loved you in your ear before he -

[Therese]Don't finish that sentence or you're dead!

[Jeanette]Don't you want to hear what happened? How she became the pillar of the community she is today?

[Therese]Shut up! Just shut up!

[Therese]That's right, Jeanette. No one wants to hear your lies. I was the good girl. You were the wicked one. And despite that, I've always covered up your mistakes. I've taken care of you. And this is how you repay me?

[Jeanette]Taken care of me? You've done nothing but keep me down, blamed me for every mistake. Did you expect me to let you rule my life until the end of time? No, sister, you've had it coming since our last sunrise.

[Therese]Is that right, dear? If it wasn't for me, you would have never survived this long. Remember? They tried to separate us, but I refused. I chose this life and brought you into it so that we could stay together. Obviously, you've forgotten.

[Jeanette]She's a control freak! People, things, emotions - if she can't control something, she gets rid of it.

[Therese]And you're a wild animal! You'll rub up against anything that'll take you in for the night, then, when you're stuffed and bored, you bite the hand that fed you.

[Therese]As I said, to trust Jeanette is to trust a famished jackal not to eat you while you sleep.

[Jeanette]Therese'll never let you live. You've disappointed her. I used you, yes, but I didn't try to have you killed. Therese has no problem with killing, do you? Remember Father?

[Therese]Father loved me. I was a good girl. I always did what I was told. You always hated that he loved me. You disobeyed him. You brought men home when he wasn't there. You were an awful daughter to him.

[Jeanette][Reminiscing]Father came home drunk one day and mistook me for Therese, because I'd fallen asleep in her bed

[Therese]Don't listen to her! She's lying!

[Jeanette]Therese walked in while he was there and she saw me lying with him. And so, she went to the closet and pulled out his hunting shotgun, loaded it with deershot, and blew his mind out all over the silly clown wallpaper.

[Therese, upset]That's a lie! Father killed himself because of Jeanette. She made him miserable!

[Jeanette]As I recall, he died with a smile on his face.

[Therese]As you shouldn't. I'm afraid, sister, I must write your ending in this family's saga, and I want you to know I do so with great anguish and disappointment. I had such hopes that you'd change for the better, with my guidance. But…

[Jeanette]So, sweet sister, is this how it has to end? I admit I always knew this night might come. Well... any message you want me to give Father? An apology? A love letter?

[Therese]You seem like a decent sort, so I'll make a deal with you. Don't interfere and I'll call off the feud - once my sister's been taken care of.

[Jeanette]Oh, I just knew you'd come to save me! I promise you, if you help me out of this I'll make sure you find Bertram. I swear! With Therese out of the way, I can do a lot more than just that for you.

[Jeanette]... had his way with you. And he didn't have to force you, you went limp and became his plaything. Do you think I didn't hear it, night after night? Always the obedient daughter, until…

[Jeanette]Would you like to tell the story? She makes herself out to be the virgin queen of the night. Pious as a nun, stable as the Earth's orbit. But it's all an act, isn't it?

[Therese]I'm the good girl. You're the wicked one. You've done nothing but plot against me - when I had our best interests at heart. And despite that, I've always covered up your mistakes. I've taken care of you. And this is how you repay me?

[Therese]Don't try and stop me. I've had to overlook her treachery, her seduction, relations with my enemies - and the consequences of it - but I won't endure her any longer.

[Jeanette]Endure me? Dear sister, you've done everything you could to smother me. You'd love to bury me in your closet, along with all your other skeletons.

[Therese]I don't think that's possible. How could I ever think to trust her again?

[Jeanette]Trust me? Who could trust you after what happened with Father dearest?

[Therese]I was always good to Father, but Jeanette made him miserable. Over the years, it all became too much for him. I think she broke his heart. So he killed himself, right in our room.

[Jeanette]Killed himself? Therese! You placed his finger on the trigger - once you blew his mind all over the silly clown wallpaper. Right after he found me in your bed, and thought I was you.

[Therese]He was always angry at you! You drove him to drink! When he died, he was in torment.

[Jeanette]The police sure did. They broke us up for a little while, remember? The first thing you did after your escape was find me.

[Therese]Enough! Don't say another word about that!

[Therese]Why? How will this time be any different?

[Jeanette]What? Her body was cold before she died.

[Therese]What an awful thought! Do you know the things she does with her body? How vile!

[Therese]I'd be better off without her. Have you been paying attention?

[Jeanette]Oh yes, Therese. Without me you'd be free to remake this

[Jeanette]Therese doesn't like to share.

[Therese]Jeanette's irresponsible. She's undependable. A venture like mine requires class and distinction, which is something a pig-tailed, face-painting harlot does not lend very well.

[Jeanette]You do have a way with words, sister. You're right, I'm not in the same class, am I? I mean, murderers are so respectful these days.

[Therese]More responsibility? So that she can ruin every opportunity I give her?

[Jeanette]Of course. You're the only one who can secure zoning permits and shake hands. I'd never be able to keep up!

[Jeanette, playfully]But I only do it for attention, and out of love.

[Therese]You do it because you're vindictive and jealous.

[Jeanette]And you deserve it!

[Jeanette]If she would stop treating me like a child!

[Therese]If she would start behaving like a rational adult!

[Jeanette]Yes... there was a time.

[Therese]When I was a child, I didn't have many friends. I suppose Jeanette was the only one. We never did get to go out of the house much. Father wouldn't allow us.

[Jeanette]He said we'd get hurt. So we stayed inside and we imagined our own worlds. And we spent so much time there, together, ruling over those places. Those were -

[Therese]- happier times. Before we grew apart.

[Jeanette]I never did.

[Therese]No... I guess I don't. Jeanette: if I were to give - offer you equal control in Santa Monica, would you quit consorting with Tung?

[Jeanette]I'll stop working against you with him... but since I've got him in my pocket already, there's no reason for me not to pay him a little visit once in a while, when he can be of use.

[Therese]That's not a bad plan. There's just one more thing: I want to be in charge of Santa Monica - but only publicly. I want you to continue to convince others that our relations are strained. That way -

[Jeanette]- we know who our enemies are. I agree.

[Therese]Take it. I'd hate to look at it again and think of what almost transpired. I suppose now that Jeanette and I have settled our differences, I'll call off the feud with Tung.

[Jeanette]Bertram's hiding in an empty oil tank at the old gas station. I'll tell him to expect a visitor, and I'll ask him to be extra nice.

[Therese]Please give Santa Monica's regards to the prince.

[Jeanette]And keep your tongue tied about what happened tonight or we'll have to -

[Therese]- kill you.

[Therese]Goodbye... sister. [Pause]I had to do it - you do understand? It was her or me. Now that she's been dealt with, I no longer have to worry about Tung. He's a minor threat without her. I'll call off the feud. Wait here.

[Therese]Tung's hiding out in an abandoned oil tank at the old gas station. I'll tell him that one condition of a truce is that he help you. Our business then, is finally complete. What you witnessed here... not a word to anyone.

[Therese]Do try to stay cautious. I'd hate to see one so promising meet an end because of wayward trust in another. I may have need of someone like you in a few years... if you're still around.

[Therese]I should turn this on you next... but I won't. Without Jeanette's assistance - Tung, you - you're no threat. I'll call off the feud if that will get you out of my city.

[Jeanette, remorseful]I killed her. I didn't want her to go... I only wanted her to change. You understand, don't you? Poor, poor Therese.

[Jeanette]You wanted to find Bertram. He's at the old gas station in an empty oil tank. He'll help you because I'll ask him to. But you must keep your tongue tied tight about what happened this night, understand?

[Jeanette]Don't hesitate to come see me once in a while. I'm going to be so lonely without Therese... I mean, I may need someone like you, sometime. And, I do get bored so easily. Maybe you could come by and cheer me up sometime?

[Jeanette, remorseful]I killed her. [pause]What was that shit about finishing me off? I should do you next! But my suit is hearts, not clubs. All the cold blood was in Therese.

[Therese]Good evening.

[Jeanette]Hello, sweetheart.

[Therese]We're bridging -

[Jeanette]- valleys. But I still can't persuade her to -

[Therese]- wear eye shadow, and you won't.

[Therese]I did get word from the prince -

[Jeanette]Oh, let me tell [them]!

[Therese]Be my guest.

[Jeanette]Therese has officially sided with the Camarilla. Could be a prince, one day. And I -

[Therese]- just happened to find the pendant from the Ocean House.

[Therese]As soon as I've solved this problem we call Jeanette, I'll happily send you on your way to Tung.

Ngh…

[Dying and genuinely afraid for her life. Desperately doesn't want to die]Uh. Please - get a doctor.

[shocked, in pain, frightened]Uhh. My insides.... It hurts so bad.

[in pain, starting to cry]Heh huh. Can someone call my grandma... please?!?

[In pain, fighting it]Ah! Nnnnghhhh

[unconscious, pained groaning]Nngh ah... heh ah.

[unconscious, pained groaning]Ahh... heh... ahhhh!

[unconscious, pained, open-mouthed groaning]Ngh…

[pain groaning, drinking sound, perking up]Mmm…

[eyes opening, recovering, weak]You.... Wa- Who... wh-who are you? Ohh. What did you do? What did you do to me? Ah.

No - no you did something. I can feel it. It's... fixing me. You- I-I kissed your wrist. What did you do?

But you did something. I-I-I kissed your wrist... I can feel it inside of me. What did you do?

You - I feel like I know you... like you've always been here.

[confused]Hmm? Uh... who are you? Can I help you with something?

What? Doctor! Security!!!

I just need... some rest... now[falls asleep].

[seeing Nos player]Get away from me! NOOOooo![Screams]

Hey! I-I know this might seem creepy and all, but please don't blow me off, okay? Someone told me I could find you here. I mean, I've been looking all over for you since that night, because I just wanted to... I'm in your debt

I want to... help you. I owe you my life and... I feel like I need to repay you. Oh, I almost forgot - I'm Heather, Heather Poe. I'm not weirding you out or anything, am I?

Only because of you - what you did for me.

Wait...!

I CAN be, I know I can. I'll do everything I can for you, I - Look... here.

Here, I... I got you this, I thought you might be able to use it. I can be useful to you... I'd do anything - just tell me you'll let me help you... let me stay with you... make me feel this way.

Really?!? I promise you won't regret it! Promise! I'll get you money, I'll get you things... everything! I want to be... important to you.

Uh, I know where you live... I checked there first. I'll wait for you at your place. And when you do come back, I'll take care of whatever you want - I'd do anything for you.

You don't mean that! I know you need me. Just... just let me stay near you for a little while, and if you still don't want me around, if you tell me to go, I'll go, I promise.

What do you mean? You're like, you're like... The effect you had on me made me want to live - it's all because of you. You saved my life. Please, let me be of use to you - I'll do whatever, I don't care

[Saddened]But I... uh... I've never felt this way about somebody before.... I think I... When I'm around you, it's... I love you! Can't you please let me be a part of your life?

Hurt me, I don't care... do whatever you want. I just want to be with you, no matter what.

[Recovering from a smack]Your touch... ugh... no matter how hard, is gentle and loving. No matter what you do, it won't change these feelings I have for you.

Nothing.

Look, I know you told me you don't want me around, but I just couldn't do it. Don't you understand? I need you... I love you - please don't make me leave you again! I promise I won't get in the way, and I can help.

I don't care! My life felt meaningless until that night when you saved me. I'd die for you.

Yes, yes, whatever you say... anything for the reward of your love.

I can't... I just can't. I'll be whoever you want me to be. Without your attention, without your presence, this world is merciless and vulgar and... Please don't make me go!

I... have to go. I have class tomorrow and... my grandmother must be worried about me.

[spaced out]Hmm. I have to wake up... get ready for school. What a weird dream this has been; what a strange person to dream about. Huh. Goodbye, master of my dreams.

[Distressed]What?!? But I…

[saddened, emotionally crushed]Okay, I'll go... if you really don't want me here.

I'm so glad you're back. I've been waiting here just like you asked. Your place is, um... nice.

While you were gone, I tapped my foot over three thousand times. I-I don't know why I counted... huh.

Is there something I can do for you? Anything? Just ask.

Oh... are you married? Is that why you don't want me around?

Oh, you're a night person? Me too!

I've never done that before, but for you... if you want, I guess I could try it. Is this like a sex thing?

What? [nervous laugh]You're joking, right? That's like slang for something, like catcher, or some fetish term, right? Not like a "bleh, BLEH" vampire... [nervous]right?

No... no, there's no such thing. You're... this isn't funny anymore.

You will? I do love you so much. Whatever you are... I don't care, I just want to be with you.

No! Please don't leave. I don't care what you are, just don't leave me.

Yes... anything you say.

What can I do to show my appreciation?

Umm... here, here, that's all I've got.

Please... take me inside of you.

Me? I'm not so special, you know. I go to college, I'm majoring in fashion design... I think I'm pretty creative. I just started school - a year late, because my... my parents died - um, car crash. I didn't really have anyone special in my life... until you came along.

[smiles]Heh....

I feel a little bit lightheaded right now. Maybe I should lie down.

Anything I can do for you?

[Delivered nervously, frenetically, like a junkie]Uh. Finally, you're back! I thought maybe something happened to you! I shouldn't even think such a thing, I mean... if you disappeared - how could I go on? But, you're here now... oh, I'm so glad when you're near me.

[Euphoric trance, breathy, like she just had incredible sex]Ohhh... ahh... this feeling. It's... it's love. All I can feel is... love for you.

Blood? What do you mean?

I didn't mean anything by it. Please, give me your blood.

NO! I need it! I need you! Please... give it to me - I'd do anything for you, anything! Just don't leave me.

I almost forgot, I got a college loan check today. Here, I want you to take some of the money.

I'd rather you kept it - I think I'm going to drop outta school. You know, so I can watch over you during the day or run errands for you. It's the least I can do to earn my keep.

But I-

[Hurt, sad and angry]You don't mean it!

[Sniffling, about to cry]I'll leave... okay? But if you ever change your mind-

[Sad]Sure, alright. I'll umm... I'll go now. Well... good- [sniffs, stifles her sobbing]goodbye.

[discouraged]I'm sorry, I'll try harder next time.

[Excited]Oh, you're back! I, um... I went out this evening and I... well, I met someone and he wouldn't leave me alone so I - w- he came back here with me and... well, I thought you might want to... you know, want to... drink his blood.

Um... in the bathroom. I, uh... I locked - I locked him in. Did I mess up?

I'm just glad you're pleased. Um, he's in the bathroom - don't worry, I locked him in.

I promise, it'll be done by the time you get back.

I'm really, really sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise!

[Scared, relieved]Oh, it's you. Earlier tonight, you weren't following me, were you? I had this feeling like I was being watched. Maybe it's nothing but... I'm still a little shook up.

[Frightened, breathing heavily]I'm being watched! I know it. Something followed me - they could be watching me right now! Make them stop, make them stop! Get their eyes off me!

Want you dead? Why? How could anyone think of harming someone so... extraordinary.

If they're after you... yes, I'll do it. [To self]I just need to learn how to use a gun first.

I will.

Master?

[Shaky, needs a fix]I'm so glad you're back! I've been waiting forever. I've been kind of nervous - I can't feel you inside my veins anymore. I just need a little more - please, Master? - just a few drops.

Umm... um... what do you want me to do? I've given you everything. I've been good to you. If I failed you, just tell me what to do and I'll do it. Don't you understand how much I need you... how much I love you?

[Desperate]Please... please give me your blood, my master, my love, my only reason for living. I'll do anything you ask. I'd die for you, my glory, my god!

Oh, thank you....[breathes heavily, almost orgasmic] Amazing. I feel so much better... like I'm the most important person in the world - next to you, of course.

I had a dream this afternoon - you were in it. You were stroking my hair, telling me you loved me, and then in the next instant you were gone, and I was alone, and I cried out for you but you wouldn't answer. You're here now - I've never felt more relieved.

I had a dream this afternoon as I lay napping near where you sleep. I was running behind you in the moonlight when I tripped and fell. I looked up and you were gone, and then I noticed what I tripped on... my corpse.

[Smiles]Huh... you're so kind to me.

[Sad]Despite your feelings for me, I am eternally yours.

I... I got something for you. Here, it should fit you. I hope you like it... I thought it looked like something you'd wear.

[downhearted]Yes.

I could use some…

[Terrified scream]Ahhh... help!

[Terrified scream]Ahhh... save me!

[Terror, panic, struggling crying - she is chained up, scared, crying, hoping she will be heard and saved - loop]

[Bloodcurdling death scream and gasp]

[Saying goodbye as someone walks out]Goodbye.

[Saying goodbye as someone walks out]See you later.

[Saying goodbye as someone walks out]I'll miss you.

You have been... no, no, you are going to China.

Why is he smiling? The father? Is it- Is it the father behind him?

You chased it for the one at the top of the city... on the sea... oh, underground... ha, you found it... in the crypt, heh... it's open... hoh, he... it's open... oh god, oh god, run!

Ah, I sorry. Sometimes I see... nothing - disregard what I say.

One hand moves the pieces of the game - the winner keeps his hand on the pawn.

I don't know what I'm saying. Forget what I say.

Murder? Yes... the killer is dead. He moves soon and travels to the heart of the ángeles... and to the home of the stars... and then returns fulfilled... and empty once again.

Fortune is not your destiny. All of us are unfortunate. Every time I sleep the future plays out before me. I know the ending... it will end over and over until I cease to dream. I know your questions. For $100, I'll tell you what you don't want to hear. I need money to leave this place.

Up there. Through that chain-link gate and up those stairs.

Those men you're looking for.

Never mind. You wouldn't understand.

Then ask... again.

Whether or not you win the game... matters not. It's if you bought it.

What's going to happen to me in the next few nights?

The crimson ship. He's not who he says she is and it's going to burn. Dinosaurs? He's furious... the man with the crest... the voice in the darkness, boss. Chinese brothers. Follow the lights to the end of the tunnel. Where do you want to go?

Hmm... the man on the couch... the lone wolf. All others - tread carefully.

Many. Everywhere. Some with swords, some with smiles. But I pity them. You are a remarkable foe.

Those with a lot to say... usually have something on their mind. There are many unique individuals around the city. It's almost as if they're waiting for you to ask the right thing. E, for example.

I see the future, not the past.

Don't open it.

Listen, it's like I've told you types 'bout a thousand times now - we know we can't hunt 'round here, alright? We're minding our own business, no reason to hassle the weaklings.

Be my guest. But you'd be the first. Most of the time you types just run us off, or in the case of some of the long faces we got gathered around here, kill us on sight.

Don't know. We all seem to have come down with the same disease - ah, hell, who am I kiddin', we're a bad horror show alright. And we seem to be the runts - the mistakes. You types call us thin-bloods... I say we're all equally screwed.

We're getting pretty sick of it. Someone citing domain or in the worst cases, hunting us for sport.

I'm tired of running - you know, we're all tired of running. We may be weak, but odds favor us. Just leave us alone, we'll move on soon enough.

We look like we're livin' the high life? We've been bled dry, could say. Findin' it hard to hold down a day job recently.

Clan? See, I've heard all that before, an- and I still don't know what the hell anyone's talkin' about. I'd like to know just what I've become - we- we'd all like to know jus- just what the... the hell kinda devil's contract we've apparently signed.

Damned if I know. I know you don't want to be one. You seem to be in the loop - you tell me.

I'd just came to town for the surf tourney - seems like years ago, but it's, well, been about six months now. Every night during the finals, I used to hit the local diner after the beach parties fizzled out in the A.M. That's where I met her.

She had a natural beauty, not like all the plastic dolls littering the sand. Her name was Lily. I remember introducing meself - the way she seemed grateful for the company. Well, a few nights after our meeting, we were on the beach alone and..

She tried to tell me what she was, but I didn't understand. And so, she showed me. I was furious with her when I took it all in. I cursed her and left, never really knowing what I was. I realize now how she must've felt. So, here I am, now, a mystery to meself.

Well I hope you have better luck than I did. No one's been particularly friendly to me in this city. Only reason we're in Santa Monica's cuz we haven't been chased out yet.

That's what Lily tried to tell me. But what I don't understand are the rules and the terms and the reason some of 'em are at our throats claiming we're harbingers of the apocalypse. That's what I want to know.

Aye. Most of them just recently arrived in LA. Got chased off by the Sabbath or some such thing from their home cities. They're more in the dark than I am. They're a good bunch, but... well they've been through a lot. It's affected them.

Clinically, yes. But honestly, I don't know. I suppose I'd have moved on by now if I didn't think she'd show up one of these nights. There's a lot I've got left to say to her

Oh, we'd appreciate it. Oh, 'fore I forget, name's E. The black-haired beauty over there's Rosa - sees the future, so she says. That nervous bloke is Copper, and the one who can't speak so well's Julius. Kids' gloves with them they've had it rough.

Seems no one'll talk about it. This all started that night in the diner... maybe you could start there.

Look at the ocean... I used to love swimming out into her at the crack of dawn.

You should try up there, through that chain-link gate. Couple of nasty looking blokes come out there couple o' times a night.

Got me. I reckon it happened a bit before we got here. Lot o' viciousness the whole world over. Bound to creep into your backyard sooner or later.

You brought my Lily back. She told me all about what happened. I don't know why you helped us, but... your blood's worth bottlin'. I'll never let her go again. Thank you.

We're gonna be gettin' out of LA soon. Too dangerous here. Rosa told us something big's about to happen and I don't want to be here when the Jack comes out of the box. Take that for what you will.

Evenin'.

Listen, I know Lily. And if she did that, well, I'm sure the bastard had it comin'. We've all done things that aren't our nature - 'specially because of this damned blood. I probably woulda done the same thing.

Oh, rack off!

What, now they're sendin' the extra-uglies to sweep us up?

You talkin' about the murders on the pier? Pfft. Got me. I reckon it happened a bit before we got here. Lot o' viciousness the whole world over. Bound to creep into your backyard sooner or later.

Ya gotta mighty strange way o' sayin' things, mate. But if you be looking for those nasty lookin' blokes always stompin' through here, you should try up there through the chain-link gate.

Be my guest.

Umm... uhh... uh, do you know who the head vampire is?

If the head vampire dies, we all become human again, right?

Oh. But -

Umm... how about blood transfusions? If I get a full blood transfusion I can become human again, right?

But how? I don't want this... I want to be human again.

Wh-w-what? Aww, no... th-there's nothin' I can do?

Unicorn blood?

I'll buy it, I'll buy it! I'm gonna go get some money. Umm... come back in a little while.

There's nothin' I can do.... I-I'm damned.

You have any of those items you mentioned?

Uh... o-okay. I-I guess. Here.

I'll buy as much as you've got.

As soon as I have three bags, I should have enough to become human again.

I think I have enough for the procedure now. Thanks for the blood.

Um... I kind of need the money I gave you.

Huh? Y-you mean he's around here? W-where? And- and what game is he playing? I-I really need to find him!

[Stutters, horribly, nervous stutter - not humorous]E- e- e-e-evenin'.

Nuh-nu-nuh-nu-no. I-I have a sp-s-s-speech puh-pw-oh-oblem. S-s-sor-sorry.

W-wh-wha- wh-what de-d-do you want?

[Nervous, guilty]Nuh-n- nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-no.

[Starts whimpering]Puh-puh- puh-puh-please! I-I- I- I duh- I duh-don-d-dinon't know! I di- I din- I didn't me-me-me- I didn't mean to. I d- I dunon't uh-uhn-u- understand wh-wh-wha- I am. I-I- I didi- I didn't know!

[Whimpers]I-I- I-I'm suh-suh-sorry. Puh-please! Puh-please - I-I'll never do it again!

[Cries, groan of shock and disbelief]Heh! Hehhhh nuh-nuh- nuh- nuh-no. Oh guh-guh-oh god!

[Sobbing]Puh-puh-please! F-fi-find your heart! [Strong, pleading for his life]Please f-find your h-heart!

Y-y-y-you cuh-cuh-could lemme go! I-I-I-I puh-puh-promise I-I-I-I wuh- I would leave Los A-Angeles, I swear!

I-I-I w-w- I wuh-wuh-will! I-I puh-promise! P-please! Fuh-fu-f-f-fi-fuh-fi-fuh-find your heart!

[Elated, sobbing]Thhh-thhh-thhank th-th- thanks- thank you! Thank you! Oh, thank you!

Uhh... I-I-I-I-I don't h-have muh-muh-much. Ah, eh, juh-just s-s-s-som-some money. A h-h-h-hundred bucks or so.

[Sick with disbelief, choking on tears]Oh, oh go-go-g-g-g-g-g-god, g-g-nuh-nuh-no![Hold this for about half-minute, pitiful sob/scream]

Mm-m-mur-murder? No-no, I-I-I wasn't here when it h-h-hhhhappened.

I-I-I-I-I don't know. Uhh, t-ta-talk to E. Uh, g-g-gu-guy without a shirt.

Hunger... [growls animalistically]I need it... a drop of it on my tongue, sliding down my throat, the hot flash in my brain lighting up my body... I can smell it everywhere... blood.

Let me go... it's painful, like I'm going to die. It's calling. Never felt like this before. LET ME GO! I CAN SMELL IT! I HAVE TO HAVE IT!

LET ME GO

ANYTHING! LET ME GO!

The heat, mmm, it's never been so satisfying. All of it, I drank until I heard his heart stop and I was sucking on a dry, dead artery. It was... euphoric. But I've... I've... killed him. I've never killed anyone before. What happened? What came over me?

[Flummoxed]What just happened - it's not who I am. I've never done anything like that before. I'm not a monster!

Beast? What IS that? Why couldn't I stop myself? Why did it... feel so right?

That's horrible! Don't you understand? I've never done that before! It's NOT who I am!

[A little hysterical]I tried to steal some blood. I'd heard they sold it - I was hungry and I can't hunt in town. They caught me and... I was strapped - trapped... thought I'd never escape. But... I killed a man. I have to get out of here.

My name is Lily.

Flower? My name's Lily, if that's what you mean.

[Mortified]No... no - I'm not a monster. It was instinct... I couldn't control it. I'm not responsible for my actions.

I'm no murderer. I didn't choose to be like this. I'm not a monster.

E? You know E? I... how do you know E?

I tried to tell E about his condition, but he was so furious at me for what I'd made him into, he wouldn't listen. A thin-blood, from what I've been told, is a vampire whose blood is weaker than most.

Rolf, my sire, told me some vampires consider thin-bloods a bad omen and want them destroyed. Rolf wasn't a thin-blood... and apparently I am. I don't know why. Rolf abandoned me. His group wouldn't take me in. They said I was a... liability.

He left me with so many questions. And I did the same thing to E. But I didn't want to leave E - he forced me out of his life. I - I should go. I have to get out of here. Maybe out of this city... soon.

Wait... you said E mentioned me. What did he say?

E... doesn't hate me anymore?

I'll go see him. Thank you.

Oh... about tonight... what I did... please, don't tell E. It's not my fault... I couldn't control it. I've never done anything like this before... I'm no killer.

[Kind of upset]I don't have anything to give.

You might have saved me, but I can't look at you. To think anyone could be so compassionless... so heartless.

[Lily smiles]Hi.

[Smiles, pause]This life's been hard on him... both of us. But he forgives me. We're leaving soon. I have some family with a place out in the middle of nowhere in Oregon. It should be okay for us to stay out there. As long as we're together.

But... I told you, I don't have any money - I don't have anything to give you. Why are you doing this to me?

Thank you.

Welcome, Kindred, and thank you for respecting our traditions by announcing your presence in our domain. I am Ming-Xiao, High Priestess to the people of Chinatown. Can I get you anything? Tea, perhaps?

[matter of fact]Please, Kindred. There is no need to be abrupt.

Very well. Despite the hostility between our people, I would expect an agent of the prince to behave civilly. Now might I offer you something?

Ah, that is right. Your kind drinks solely of mortal blood, correct? No longer may you partake in the simple pleasures of the mortal realm. A shame.

Most of us are also banished from the realm of the sun. Although we suffer rot instead of burning, the day's light is no more kind to our existence.

Yes. We Kuei-jin [KWAY-jin]are similar to you Kindred in fewer ways than you might imagine.

[slight laugh-laughing at the naivete of the question]We are supernatural that does not mean we are like yourself. We are beings returned through the Second Breath for a purpose.

We share superficial similarities. Kuei-jin feed on essences that can be found in blood, yes... but as we refine our existence, rarely are we lowered to consume the bodily fluids of others.

The Second Breath - our rebirth into the supernatural form. It is a spiritual awakening, not some lowly blood ritual meant to spread a despicable curse.

No, we do not choose, but events of our lives can awaken dark spiritual energies. We are not born of the whims of another as the Kindred are.

The reasons are as numerous as the Kuei-jin themselves. Each is reborn with a purpose that they must find. Once their path is evident, they must seek to fulfill it, even if it takes eternity.

On the contrary, it is another chance for us to find our place in the universe, a chance for transcendence. We are not damned, not burdened with an ancient guilt, as in the legend of your biblical progenitor.

Oh no, dear Kindred. You misunderstand me. I mean no disrespect.

No. Kuei-jin do not rise after the Second Breath with an awareness of their condition. The road to enlightenment is always long and arduous. Many Kuei-jin die a Final Death before they realize what has become of them.

In our homeland, man and supernatural live in uneasy harmony. Our mortals see spirituality in all things, and our existence is taken for granted. An open secret is the easiest to keep.

We do, in fact. Our purpose is to seek transcendence. Interfering in mortals' lives, or their interference in Kuei-jin unlives, detracts from this pursuit

We Kuei-jin do not claim majesty over mortals as Kindred do: whether as bestial lords or shadowy puppetmasters, you all delight in your superiority over naturally weaker creatures.

I mean it in the most practical sense. Does the parent show the child contempt by protecting it? To help those weaker than oneself is a tenet of my order.

The mortals of our domain are blessedly humble, simple, and content to avoid supernatural attention, which is more than can be said for Western stock.

Were we not all human at one point? It is[RM: "Is it" misread] not obvious, Kindred, that mortality is not the end? Is it then not unreasonable to think that further existences lie beyond? That we are all simply transforming?

Indeed. I am familiar with clan Ventrue [VEN-troo]and similarities do exist. We understand human and supernatural society more keenly than most.

No. I am sorry if my words are sharp. Such are our ways.

We are called the Kuei-jin, though you may know us as [scornful]"Eastern vampires". It is a grave misnomer, I can assure you.

In a sense, yes. You may think of me as the Baron of Chinatown, to borrow from your coarse, Cainite language.

Humans? What is it you would like to know?

[stern, strained politeness]You must understand, Kindred - though I show you hospitality now, our two peoples are not at peace.

[dismissive]Really? Can Kindred claim any ancestral homeland on the western coast of America? I think not. New is the arrival of Kindred and Kuei-jin alike who, then, is the invader?

Things change. Alliances shift. And people are not always what they seem. Remember that, Kindred.

Of course. [derisive]The entire city is alight with news of its arrival and speculation about one of your ancient vampire grandfathers, and his evil apocalyptic plot.

Kuei-jin do not share your history, nor do we share in your false prophecies.

It all serves to distract the Kindred. Such a distasteful existence you live, skulking in the shadows, fighting for scraps and fearing the return of your fictitious fathers, completely oblivious to your true purpose.

No, I do not. But with my help, you might find the path you were meant for. Instead, you stumble through the afterlife, a meaty remnant still clinging to the mortal rib.

You know what? How's THIS for a meaty remnant. See ya. Keep talkin' that trash, and your heart will be a meaty remnant!

[casual]We seek it, of course. I have two of my best agents looking. It could be a powerful bargaining tool.

[thinly veiled condescension, amusement]You must misunderstand me, young Kindred. Certainly I do not mean to offend.

Let me just say that I do not encourage you to seek the Ankaran [an-KAR-en]Sarcophagus.

So. The great Nosferatu [NAHS-fur-ah-too]have lost an agent, have they? It was not by my hand, if that's what they think.

I don't know where he is. Perhaps you should speak with Wong Ho about this.

Wong Ho owns the Red Dragon restaurant. He is a prominent businessman, who has garnered much respect among his people. If something is amiss in Chinatown, he may know how to help you.

Ah yes, the hengeyôkai[hen-gee-YO-kai] - Zygaena[zi-GAY-nuh], I believe his name was. I had nearly forgotten him.

He announced his presence in our domain, and I granted him permission to operate. He does not act on my behalf, however, I can assure you.

I believe he said he operates an importing business and entertains clients at the Red Dragon.

I grant you permission to operate in the Kuei-jin domain... for now. May you find your path, Kindred.

Welcome back, Kindred. Do you seek guidance?

Events make their own sense. All things fall into place according to plans larger than our own. You should know this lesson well by now, Kindred.

I certainly hope you succeed.

The Tong strong-arm many local businesses for use of their facilities. Check the back alleys. I wish you good fortune.

Silver-haired man? I'm sorry, I do not know a silver-haired man.

Let me assure you that my agents, the Chang Brothers, speak with no diplomatic authority.

I may or may not choose to speak with you, the prince, or anyone else for that matter. Speaking does not make us allies.

Come now, Cainite. I think you'll find me to be quite forthright. I expect no less in return.

Greetings, Cainite. Have your manners improved since last we spoke? There are many things in this world that I tolerate, but disrespect is not one of them.

I accept your apology. It is good to see that you are beginning to learn your place.

I see. You disappoint me, Cainite. Your attitude does not bode well for our continued relationship. I recommend you think about the future of this city, and return when you can be civil.

You try my patience, Cainite. This is my domain. Try to remember your place in it. Farewell.

I have endured your rudeness long enough. Please see yourself to the door and do not return to this temple.

Hmmm. Yes, I know of one. His name is Zygaena.

Ah, yes. I am aware that you dispatched one of our operatives. It is of little consequenc

[unruffled]You did? Interesting. Might I inquire as to who gave you that piece of information?

Haha! I applaud you, Kindred. You must be a great warrior indeed.

I'm sorry. I thought you were aware... our people are at war. Do you think your elders would do any different?

My dear Kindred, we have never been otherwise. Farewell.

Yes, I'm sure they did.

Ugh! What wretched strain of Caine's curse is this?

Indeed it does, Kindred. But let us speak of other things. How might I assist you?

You would do well not to speak of such things, madman. The Yama Kings are no child's ghost story.

Be at peace, Kindred, you stand amongst friends now.

I am happy to be received with such warmth. It is encouraging that the tired animosity between our people has not infected your judgement.

A true friend in death is as true love: precious, rare and sweet. Pray your senses have not gone so languid that this blessing cannot be savored.

We are in a position to help each other, yesis it impossible, then, that my admiration is genuine, Kindred? Can friendship truly be founded on nothing? Or must there be nothing to gain in order for friendship to be true?

The tongue lies limp and pasty if you're simply dead - otherwise you would do well to savor these little graces. Your eyes are still able to take in my form and the blood still rushes hot to your skin - must your organs die so selectively?

I watch and wait for the time my path is meant to cross another. The "how" of it shall be more clear in a moment.

No need for alarm, Kindred I come as a friend.

Indeed. The Chang brothers, my greatest agents, undone by the young soldier of LaCroix. It was obvious your path was greater than I, or he, had anticipated.

They had orders to get the sarcophagus at all costs, and to let no one get in the way. It was nothing personal... they had no way of knowing who you were.

If their purpose was to make apparent to me the significance of your path, then their purpose was indeed served and they are at peace. I can harbor no ill will toward you, the victor.

I am impressed, Kindred. That is why I've come to reveal to you the truth, so that you may see that you are not the fist of LaCroix but the hand that will put the final events of this war into motion.

We did have an arrangement, LaCroix and I. A mutually beneficial pact to drive the lesser factions from the city.

Again, Kindred, I could not have guessed the significance of your path. My arrangement with your prince was too sensitive to reveal.

LaCroix's zeal in recovering the Ankaran Sarcophagus has been to the exclusion of many relationships... mine included. And I, like yourself, have been used by him in his desperate quest for power.

LaCroix feared Alistair Grout, the Malkavian [mahl-KAVE-ee-uhn]primogen - for the cursed insight of his bloodline was strong and brought him uncomfortably close to the truth about LaCroix's ambitions.

LaCroix saw an opportunity to rid himself of two problems - a hardened rebel leader and a problematic primogen - in one fell stroke. And, as you can see, I was integral to his plan.

LaCroix convinced me that an alliance with the Camarilla could strengthen the position of the Kuei-jin. And so, with my help, your prince framed Nines Rodriguez for the murder of Alistair Grout.

Yes. You were made to be the witness, for your political naïveté put your word beyond reproach. No one would believe you'd devise such a story. LaCroix used you and once again turned a problem to his advantage.

You need to understand that you are a liability, Kindred. Once LaCroix finds the right moment, you will be disposed of, just as he did with Alistair Grout, Mr. Rodriguez, your sire, and countless others.

Hear these words, Kindred. The sarcophagus is sealed against the agesonly the proper key will break this seal. That key now lies safely in Kuei-jin hands. Your prince's prize cannot be had without it.

I hope you recognize my sincerity, Kindred. I would like to see you reach your destination before your path is cut short. I hope when next we meet, it is again as friends.

The Disciplines of my Dharma have afforded me skill in the art of disguise... a useful tool, as you can well imagine.

I assure you that it is not. LaCroix is no longer of any use to us, and by extension, neither are you. The vine of your destiny withers. Your bloodline ends with that of your puppet prince.

Farewell, Kindred.

I see. Well, I will waste no more of my time with you. I just thought you should know that the alliance between your prince and the Kuei-jin has come to an end.

Welcome, Kindred. Do not fear the fangs and claws of your Kindred [sarcastic]brethren, you are now under the protection of the Kuei-jin.

Neither need you fear for the Kuei-jin soldiers. You have proven yourself a worthy champion and we are honored to have you as ours. I had so hoped your path would lead back to me.

And you will not be made to endure them any longer. The lowly will do what they may to restrain those who would rise above. You shone too brilliantly to remain mired in their mediocrity.

The quest for the Ankaran Sarcophagus has taken LaCroix far from his path. He lacks balance, he's overextended, and now without his champion. It is our time to strike.

The snake must be killed in its nest. You must go to the tower and put an end to LaCroix's rule before he brings the very city down around him. None of us will find peace while he stokes the fires of conflict.

Go then, champion. I must remain and protect the key, but I shall join you in time. May your fist carry the fury of a thousand hells.

[cold, angry]You've become a grave disappointment, Kindred. This was not meant to be your destination but your path will end here.

You were never more than a pawn, Kindredpuppet of those who drew the boundaries on your horizon. It was I who sensed in you the power to right the balance of this cityit will give me no joy to bring you Final Death.

You will have time to ponder this folly as you are devoured by worms and disease in the hell of burrowing maggots. A thousand years shall you suffer.

[As Nines]You! What are you doing here?

[As Nines]No.

[As Nines]You should get out of here. This place is bad news. Uh... pardon me.

Our dealings with LaCroix have put his integrity into question. He has become careless. His desire for the sarcophagus seems to have superseded all other concerns, including political discretion.

It is obvious to me that he wishes to obtain it only so that he might use its power against those who would oppose him. If he betrays his own kind in these pursuits, can I trust him to honor our allegiances? Can you?

Our war with the anarchs has taken its toll. A truce with the Camarilla allowed us to marshal our remaining forces and focus on a lone enemy.

Tell me something, Kindred. In all of our dealings, have I ever once lied to you? Can you say the same of your prince?

My compliments, Sebastian, you couldn't have picked a more capable and ambitious operative. You should have done a better job of keeping someone so vital to your success at your side. I was... grateful that they came to see me tonight.

What's the matter? You're very quiet, it's so unlike you. Did you have a speech prepared for me, Sebastian, for when you and your soldiers would walk into my temple and put me to death? What words awaited me, in that cavalier braggadocio of yours, hmm, sweet prince?

I always imagined you would beg for your life, attempt some final bargain for that handsome head of yours. I am refreshed and humbled by your silence - my apologies, Sebastian

Unfortunately, this is all I had to say: farewell.

You were splendid tonight. With LaCroix gone, the Camarilla will fall. Without Nines Rodriguez or the Camarilla to lead them, the rest of the Kindred will be flushed from their havens and driven out like rats from the flood.

[rhetorical]What did he think he would accomplish with this? Hmm. No matterI can think of a perfectly good use for it - there is still one very dangerous Kindred in this city who could stand in the way of my goal.

[Slight laugh]Did you really think I could let you exist within OUR society? But I do appreciate your service to me, and for that, I will spare your life. Farewell, Kindred.

Greetings, neonate. I'm glad you found your way here. I have been looking forward to meeting you for quite some time.

Greetings, neonate. Might I assume you received my invitation? I have been looking forward to meeting you for quite some time.

Strauss. Maximillian Strauss. I am the regent of this chantry. Welcome.

Ah, yes... forgive me. I forget that you were not Embraced within the pyramid. We share the same blood, you and I, but there is much you have yet to learn about our clan.

Yes. This new life in which you find yourself undoubtedly seems strange. I'm sure you have many questions, young one. I will answer those which I am able.

The pyramid is the social structure of our clan, with each level of advancement watched over by the next. There are apprentices here at the chantry who are my charges, and I have a lord who watches over me and other local regents, and so on.

In most cases, Tremere are very selective about who they Embrace and how it is done. There are traditions and laws that we adhere to, so the circumstances of your Embrace were, let us say, unconventional. Therefore, you are "outside" the pyramid.

Such things are possible, young one. But you would have to prove your worth to the clan before it would even be a consideration. Tremere guard their secrets well. Perhaps it is something we will speak of later.

A chantry is a local gathering place for those of the Tremere clan. I live here, as do apprentices from time to time.

A regent is the leader of a chantry, as well as a teacher to young Tremere apprentices who are studying the mysteries of our clan.

I'm sorry, neonate, the secrets of the Tremere clan are hidden from all but those who share our blood. [menacing]You would do best not to look into them any further.

Let me give you some advice, young one. Your survival in Kindred society will often depend on your ability to find out yourself what is going on around you. Remember that well.

As for what is going on here in downtown, the word on everyone's lips, Kindred or kine, seems to be "epidemic".

It seems that disease has been spreading at an alarming rate throughout the downtown population. Considering our particular... appetites... the local Kindred are more than concerned about these developments.

Yes, indeed. My opinion is that the local anarchs are responsible for these outbreaks. Their precipitous indulgence of certain passions often leads to such things. Ergo, their need for the watchful eye of the Camarilla.

Hmmm. An interesting proposition. If you succeed in finding the cause of this epidemic and putting an end to it, I will compensate you appropriately for your efforts.

I see. Most disappointing, neonate. You seem to show a startling lack of concern when choosing your associates in this new life. I pray that their... lawless proclivities do not ultimately affect your own standing among your other peers.

I will ponder the nature of your payment while you are gone. Believe me, I will treat you fairly, neonate. And your service to the Camarilla won't be forgotten.

Very well. Again, I recommend speaking with the anarchs. You can find most of them at the local watering hole, reveling in the vices of their former lives. I believe the place is called The Last Round.

The Camarilla? It is merely a Kindred sect that exists to protect its members from the outside world. There are specific codes of behavior that we abide by in order to insure the continuance of our species. It is nothing more and nothing less.

No. There are many independent clans who are not aligned with the Camarilla. And the Sabbat is another sect of various vampire clans whose beliefs are very different than our own. Unsavory sorts, to say the least. I understand you have already run afoul of them.

Ah, yes. The infamous Mr. Rodriguez. I understand you owe him your life twice now. Had he not intervened, the prince would have surely had that hound of his separate your head from your shoulders.

In any case, it's a shame that Rodriguez cannot see the wisdom of the Camarilla. He would make a powerful ally. As it is, he is a significant thorn in LaCroix's side, which serves my purposes just the same.

LaCroix is a prince, neonate, and a Ventrue on top of that. Even if he weren't as young and indiscriminate as he's already proven himself to be, I... but I say too much. Let us just say that he and I have differing ideas on the use of power.

The anarchs feel that they don't need the structure and discipline of the Camarilla. I feel that they pose a threat, both to those loyal to the Camarilla and to themselves. Most are mere children, and need our guidance.

[considering]Hmmm. Well, without saying too much, I think that Sebastian LaCroix lacks the usual discretion necessary to be a prince. I see in him a lust for power that overshadows his responsibility to the Camarilla.

[laughs]No, young one. I aspire not to such lowly heights. My only interests are those of my clan and the Camarilla.

[chuckles again, a little menacing]You will do well in this new life, young one. That I can see already.

You have? Impressive, young one. What, exactly, was the source of the epidemic?

Tell me of this so-called bishop.

Hmmm. [concerned, resigned]I see. That end may very well be upon us. But to business. I have a debt to pay you for your services.

A wise choice, neonate. True power lies not in wealth but in the things it affords you. You have done well. Your status is much raised here at the chantry. Perhaps you might have a place here with us sometime in the future.

If you so desire, I can give to you a unique talisman that might be of use in the future. If that does not interest you, I can compensate you with hard currency. You decide.

A wise decision, neonate. True power lies not in wealth but in the things it affords you. I hope this object serves you well.

I think you will find this more than generous. Use it well, neonate.

[a little surprised]Gargoyles? Why are you asking about Gargoyles?

[composed, again]What can I tell you about them?

A Gargoyle, put simply, is a creature that was created to protect the Tremere clan in the early years of our existence. They are very powerful, and not to be trifled with.

Yes. We used our extensive knowledge of blood magics to create a race of protectors. They served that purpose well, but they have also caused many problems. It's a complicated issue.

Well, many Gargoyles still serve their Tremere masters, but a number of them have since rebelled and gone into hiding. They are a sentient race, but ultimately unfit for the freedom they desire. They need the guidance of their former masters.

Some things are not to be spoken of, neonate. This is Tremere business, and you need not know any more than that.

With much difficulty, I'm afraid. Gargoyles are notoriously resilient. Their hides are made of stone. Firearms will be almost useless. Blunt force is the only thing they understand.

[Sigh]Yes. I know something of Gargoyles, and of this Gargoyle in particular. I had hoped that he would meet his Final Death, but it seems my creation still lives to torment me.

Yes. Many years ago, I created this Gargoyle to protect the chantry from our enemies. He was a faithful servant, and saved my life more than once.

Unfortunately, he became increasingly upset about his role as my protector, and wished to be set free. I refused to do so. [almost sadly]Finally, he stole away into the night, and I haven't seen him since.

Isaac Abrams? His disrespect for the Camarilla is surpassed only by his hatred of LaCroix. If he finds out, it will be a source of great embarrassment for the clan and the Camarilla. He cannot learn that this Gargoyle was my creation. Do you understand?

[relieved]Ah, I see that you've learned well. Despite the indiscretions of your sire, you are proving to be an asset for the clan. I commend and thank you, neonate.

I appreciate your discretion in this matter, neonate.

[menacing]You do that, neonate. If I hear that you have divulged my secret to anyone - ANYONE - you will never be welcome in this chantry again. Do you understand?

It's a dangerous game you're playing, neonate. I trust you'll make the right decision. Farewell.

Here... take this. It is an ancient ward that may help you in your battle with the Gargoyle. You need only carry it on your person to enjoy its protection.

Good luck, young one. When you succeed in destroying the Gargoyle, return and I will give you an appropriate reward.

Then return to me when you have.

You did? That's quite an accomplishment for one so young, neonate. And with discretion as well. Again, you impress me.

Yes, indeed. You have more than proven yourself, and I have spoken of you to my lord. He and I both agree that you would be a great asset to the clan.

It means that you are welcome to join the chantry as an apprentice. As a result, you will live here in a room of your own, and enjoy the luxury and privacy it affords you. Do you accept this honor, neonate?

[pleased]I knew that I was right about you. Welcome to the pyramid, my apprentice. Your things have already been moved from your haven in Santa Monica... they are upstairs waiting for you.

I am also aware of your ghoul. She is a questionable distraction, in my opinion, but she will be welcome here.

[disappointed]I see. Well, think hard on this, neonate. Such an offer is only given once. I pray you make the right decision.

[disappointed]I see. That is most disappointing, neonate. I was hoping that you would have chosen more wisely. We have nothing else to speak about for now. Farewell.

Yes, you have exhibited loyalty to the clan, and it will not be forgotten. Your discretion in this matter has increased your standing here at the chantry. Nicely done.

And it will remembered. If there is nothing else, I bid you farewell.

You have already been compensated by Abrams for your part in this. If you continue to show us loyalty, your future reward from me will be much greater. We will speak of it at another time.

I see. Most disappointing, neonate. But I will comply with your wishes. This should be an acceptable amount for your services. Enjoy your payment... it came at a higher price than you know.

And your efforts are well appreciated. Please, accept this gift as payment for your accomplishment. The Tremere clan appreciates your... confidentiality.

I'm sorry you think so. Perhaps we have nothing further to speak of.

Hmmm. A wise choice, neonate. It is always better to listen and learn, than to act with brazen recklessness. Perhaps you might be a useful ally, after all.

Then I recommend you leave immediately.

I thought we had defined the nature of our relationship when last we spoke. I'm assuming you know where the door is, whelp?

It seems there is no reasoning with you. Leave now. You will never enter this chantry again.

Greetings, neonate. I have heard of your recent... difficulties with LaCroix. I can't say that I am surprised. Love of power always leads to betrayal, but I'm glad that you have survived.

Hmmm. It is as I had feared. The Beast takes many forms within us, and it seems that LaCroix has finally surrendered to its power. Please, excuse me for a moment.

The prince and his new-found eastern allies need to be dealt with swiftly and severely. You have proven your strength many times in this drama. Are you now ready to prove your loyalty to the Camarilla?

It seems that the Tremere clan must lead the Camarilla through this time of darkness. But tread carefully, neonate. I fear that this night heralds something far more sinister than the petty machinations of a rogue prince.

Your loyalty will be remembered. But tread carefully, neonate. I fear that this night heralds something far more sinister than the petty machinations of a rogue prince.

I do not know. This sarcophagus seems to have unleashed a raging whirlwind, pulling all of those who surround it into this storm. I cannot see what secrets it holds, but be warned... a dark shadow falls across my mind. There are some powers best left undisturbed.

Then your path leads first to the Kuei-jin Temple, where you must dispose of this Ming-Xiao and her minions. After you have secured the key, you must deal with LaCroix and his rabid dog. Only then will justice have been served.

Of that I have no doubt, neonate. I wish you luck in the final act of this drama. Farewell.

Well done, neonate. Your powers are considerable for one so young. You will be a great asset in the years to come, and the sarcophagus will reside safely in the hands of the Camarilla.

I told you before that there are some powers in this world that are best left undisturbed. I don't know what lies in the sarcophagus…

... and I believe that it may be in our best interests not to find out. If these be the final nights of our existence, I do not rush to bring about Gehenna any sooner than it need come. Let the shadows of time cover this dark treasure, so that eventually it fades even from our memories. Some things are best forgotten, neonate... some things are best forgotten.

Ah. A child of Malkav, no less. Do dark visions cloud your sight, young one, shattered reflections of your clan father's mind?

There is truth in your words, neonate, more than you yet realize. Your madness allows you to glimpse the truth of this existence, to see through the shadowy veil into the world beyond.

Hmmm. Be cautious when speaking of these visions. Truth is rarely welcomed by those who cannot see it. There are many Kindred who will be less, shall we say, accepting of it than I am.

No more than yourself. But I do know that LaCroix is much too focused on acquiring it. His obvious need for it reveals a weakness that his enemies may one day exploit.

I do not know, although I must admit that I sense a change in the night air, something subtle and not altogether pleasant. Perhaps the arrival of the sarcophagus is the harbinger of something more dreadful.

You seem to know more than I about these matters. I pray that your visions don't portend the end of us all.

[laughing at something no one else thinks is funny]What a scene, man! Hoo-wee! Then they just plop ya out here like a naked baby in the woods. [chuckle]How 'bout that? Ah... look, kiddo, this is probably a lot for you to take in, so uh, why don't you let me show you the ropes. Whaddya say?

I'm Jack. What's important is, I'm offering help. You make it back from Santa Monica with your hide and we'll trade life stories, m'kay? Till then, I got about... this much time. You in or out?

[like the Fonz]Alright.

[looking around at the other vampires in the room]Uhh... why don't we, uh, step out back here.

Now, we ain't got much time, but I figure somebody should fill you in on the bare bones stuff at least, ya know. Could save your hide.

You look wobbly; you even had a drink yet?

Oh man, we're poppin' a cherry here! Ha ha ha! [chuckle]Ah, you're gonna love this! Alright, check it out. Blood: it's your new rack o' lamb, your new champagne - blood's your new fuckin' heroin, kid. Ha ha! Get ready though, cuz, hey, it's never as sweet as the first time

Well, down around the corner there, I saw this human. Poor S.O.B. can't find his car... hehehehe.

Alright, you go down there - casual like - ya creep up on him, then bare those little fangs and feed. And don't worry if you weren't captain of the wrestling team or somethin', cuz it'll come so naturally you'll think you'd done it a thousand times already.

[hearty laugh]Forget that comic book crap, kid. It don't work that way.

Now go for it. Be sure though - and this is important so listen up - be sure not to drain 'em dry, okay? It might be hard to resist, but don't kill 'em.

[slow and salacious, like a drug dealer to a junkie who just shot up.]Yeah. Ah yeah. Hell yeah, you're feelin' it. I can see it in your eyes - you're a born-again predator. Feelin' that blood bubblin' inside you, liftin' you up. That's it, kid, that's what it's all about right there.

Alright now, you got the blood, you're feelin' all kickass, feelin' better than your best day livin' - but wait! It gets better! All Kindred... Kindred, that's uh, our word for vampire... all Kindred have a few things in common, things that set them right square above humans on the food chain.

Like sharper senses, a body that can take a beating, and, if you play your cards right, eternal life. That's no sure bet, but still, a chance at immortality's not a bad deal. And that's just for starters; fringe benefits for joinin' the club.

Well, you can still be destroyed, but forget the books and the movies. Garlic? It's worthless. A cross? Pfft... shove it right up their ass. A stake? Only if it catches you in the heart, and then it just paralyzes you. Runnin' water? Ah, that's no problem. I bathe... eh, occasionally.

Now a shotgun blast to the head: oh, that's trouble, boy. Fire? That's real trouble. Sunlight? Well, you catch a sunrise and it's all over, kiddo - get it?

Okay, now....[interrupted, hiss, bares fangs] What the fuck is this?

Look, you get inside here and head upstairs. We'll meet up in a bit. I'm just gonna go see what the ruckus is.

Go on, I'll meet ya in there.

[Loud whisper. Addressing player from - feet away.]Come down here! Stay away from the windows.

Oh... it's a Sabbat raid. The Sabbat, they're uh.... Eh, Christ, I was hopin' to spare you this shit till later. [sigh]Uh, the Sabbat... well, eh, they're mostly mindless bloodthirsty assholes - that's all you need to know for now, alright?

The Sabbat got wind of the gathering here, so they figured they'd raise a little hell and put a little heat on the new [distastefully]"prince".

No time for political rundown. Job one? Get outta here alive. Sabbat might be mindless, but they hit like a Mack truck, like raging savages - nothing a fledgling like you wants to mess with.

[looks out window and notices something, hushed]Shh shh. Heads up. Back away.

Dumb frenzied Sabbat bastards. Alright. We gotta vamoose out the back, quick. I'll stay and keep a watch out; you get us into the office. The door's around the corner here

Go on ahead, just keep it down.

[sheepishly]Uhh... shortcut. Well, nicely done though. Not exactly an angel in life, were you?

Cool. Now if you want a lesson on how really not to act, take notes from those Sabbat assholes. You're a big bad vampire... yeah, great, congrats... now keep it to yourself. You go roar and you beat your chest and... that's what you can expect.

It's the same reason you don't let humans see you feeding. It's why the wolf doesn't want the sheep to know he's there.

It's also why you don't go jugglin' dumpsters or outrun the 8:15 from Sacramento, and it's... and it's why you didn't know any of this when you woke up this morning.

Keep our secret secret and you make things easier on all of us. We're livin' in the age of cell phone cameras... fuck-ups ain't tolerated. Makes sense enough, right? Well, it ain't a casual thing for a fledgling like you

That party back there, with the guy in the suit and the Magilla Gorilla - the assholes that put your sire to death? That's the [disdainfully]Camarilla. Hmph. They make a tidy business out of enforcing "vampire laws" like this one.

[dismissive grunt]Mmph. Yeah. I'll tell you what I think some other time, maybe. I like to let people form their own opinions.

And you, my fugly friend, are gonna have it extra hard. A little effort and the rest of us can blend in okay; a sighting of your hideous ass hits the Internet and it's all over. There's a reason most Nosferatu smell like the sewer... figure it out.

Alright now, don't worry, cuz I know the area a little - and you know what? I'm glad we're in this situation, you and I. [sly]It illustrates a point... you gotta utilize your surroundings.

Ya do what ya gotta do. Theft, destruction of property, breaking and entering. Heh. These'll be the least of your sins before the night's out.

So look around here. We gotta get out the back there through that magnetically sealed door. There must be a key someplace.

What? You givin' up? Look around a little. C'mon.

I'm waitin' on ya, princess. To be honest, I ain't worried. You, however, oughta be.

There we go. Now take that key card and head out the back. I'll meet you out in the alley there. I'm gonna check out things from topside.

I'm waitin' on ya, princess. To be honest, I ain't worried. You, however, oughta be.

[casually, dusting himself off after just having offed a couple of vampires]Fuckin' waste o' unlife, these Sabbat vatos. D'ya get winged?

[jovial]Hey hey! Look at them potholes! Those'll close up soon enough - better feed though.

[sniffs the air, peers into the darkness(pause)]There's someone down the stairs here. He's not the freshest catch but he'll do.

Well, when it comes to feeding, it's quality blood you're looking for, not the quantity. Bums and lowlife don't pack the same punch that a healthy, well-bred human will. Juicebags with a pedigree: that's the good stuff. But you gotta take what you can get. You ever had a Ph.D., kid? Oh, that's good stuff.

Remember what I said though, don't kill them - least not the innocent ones. You're a monster now, make no mistake - one of the damned and the fallen. You need to hold onto every last shred of Humanity you have.

An innocent's an innocent. You kill one, even a worthless bum, even by accident, and it's gonna cost you a piece of your own Humanity, bring you closer to that Beast you got wellin' up inside you.

[dire]The Beast - it's always there, waitin' to take over. When it does, it's like a wild animal wearin' your skin... desperate, scared, reckless. He'll do anything to survive and it's you that has to deal with the consequences.

Ah ah ah! I said innocent humans. If some asshole levels a twelve-gauge your way, you drain him, skin him and bash in his skull. Self-preservation is a vital part of Humanity after all. My favorite part, in fact.[laugh]

The only way to fight the Beast is to keep in touch with your Humanity, and don't go hungry. It's a fine line.

Not quite as good, huh? Eh, you could do worse. There's some rats down the way. You think I'm kiddin'? You can survive feedin' on animals, if you can stomach that kind of thing. Blech.

[laugh]Just couldn't bear it, huh? It's okay. "Polite" Kindred society looks down on that kind of thing anyway.

[slowly cracking into laughter]Ya rat sucker. [laugh]Hey, I don't care what you do, but - just so you know - polite vampire society looks down on that kind of thing.

Boy, you took right to that, huh? I guess for a Nos, rat eating is natural as eczema.

Keep it down. Got someone around the way here.

Not too much of a threat by himself, but you never know if there's more in shoutin' range. You're gonna have to sneak past.

The building across from us, with the garage door? There's some double doors on the far side. I'll meet you inside. Just stay low and stick to the shadows. And don't let him see you.

Alright, go.

Keep it quiet, they're inside here. Seems that shovelhead outside just got separated from his pack. He's wounded too. Go take care of him. Don't worry... he's probably greener than you.

The Sabbat, you see, they don't have the most rigorous training program. In fact, that poor sod is lucky if he knows he's a vampire.

Ah, he was probably just turned and beaten over the head. They like to do that... make shock troops, cannon fodder. Put him out of his misery.

Don't be a fuckin' pussy. Go get 'im.

Go get 'im.

Well that's that. Sounds like we got another pack movin' in though. The Sabbat're goin' all out. You better head underground, avoid stray bullets.

Go get the tire iron that shovelhead dropped; he ain't gonna need it.

Alright, head down into the basement, through the grate in there. Keep that tire iron handy. I'll be there in a minute.

Not sure what's goin' on. Sounds like the Sabbat's gettin' scattered. I'm gonna keep an ear to the ground. Be careful goin' forward here... could be a whole mess of 'em holed up.

I think they're clearin' out. There's no need to go stirrin' up the hornets' nest till we know the score, though. Head through here... you'll come to an elevator around the way.

Meet ya there. Don't let 'em catch ya.

[slow building laughter. Incredulous:]Fuckin' humans. Gangbangers "protectin' their turf". Ah man, I'm here thinkin' it's Sabbat movin' up in [RM: original text was "in up"]here... it's the fuckin' locals about to take one for the hood.

Ah, they probably seen too much. Here... take this thirty-eight. Fuckin' peashooter, but a few shots and it'll take down a human.

Well, I'm gonna want it back so don't go die and lose it. I don't use guns much. They're noisy, they're clumsy, practically useless against vampires. But still, a Kindred's gotta keep up with the times, and in modern day Los Angeles, that means comin' strapped.

Well, yeah, some are more lethal than others, of course. Watch out for those shotguns - ouch - those things can smart, I tell ya.

Head up and clear out what's left of 'em. Can't have them runnin' their mouths about any o' this. I'm gonna make sure there's no stragglers around outside

Go on up. I'll meet ya.

That's it, kiddo. Just like that and it's all over. Everyone slinks back to their corners of the city for the night.

Until the next night, when the Camarilla finds some way to strike back. Parry, dodge, spin 'n all that. And so on, and so on, and so on…

Well, to be honest, you came at a, well, an interesting time, let's say. The Camarilla, the Sabbat... well, in LA these are the new kids on the block. There's already plenty o' Kindred had stakes down in California long before them.

Now, we got every ancient Kindred rivalry playin' out all over the city. Lotta tension out there. [dark]Lotta fear. Lotta jittery, high-strung predators clingin' to their little pieces of eternity.

[Grumbling, peeved]Oh, boy. Well, I think they're lookin' for you outside; guess you got a cab to catch. Was hopin' to fill you in on a little more but... ah hell, you'll figure it all out.

If you make it back, stop in at the Last Round - it's this bar downtown here - I'll fill you in on the politics. [chuckle]Now that's the stuff that'll kill ya. [laugh]Good luck.

Tsk tsk tsk. Youngsters these days. Well, your funeral, kiddo. But keep a couple things in mind before you go. Now, these lessons aren't just for your benefit, so listen up.

First, the Masquerade: you're gonna be hearin' a lot about this, so let me sum up real quick. Sure, you're a vampire. Great. Keep it to yourself, okay? It's easier that way, trust me. That's the Masquerade... keeping vampire secrets secret. Easy, right? Easy peasy.

Now, if you violate the Masquerade, if you run around spooking humans or whatever, you make things harder on all of us. Then all of us get pissed off and we come after you, and you end up like your sire there, staked and baked. Comprende, kiddo?

Right on. Next: Humanity. Being a vampire isn't the end of the road. You think life was hard, just wait. Now you're half-Beast, half-man and it ain't quite an easy fit. You're gonna be fightin' that Beast for the rest of your days. Every time you give into it, whenever you kill an innocent, you feed the Beast a little more, and it grows a little stronger.

After a while, the Beast can take over and you'll go wild and have to be put down like a rabid dog. So, ya know, fight it - don't be a homicidal maniac. That'll help with the Masquerade, too. See how it all comes together? Ain't that nice?

Now, with all that said, you still have to keep your ass alive. For that, you're gonna have to feed. How's a little blood sound, kiddo? I imagine you're feeling that thirst right about now, huh? Get it where you can however you can, just remember the first two lessons: don't let anyone else see you feeding... they'll flip out and cause you to break the Masquerade and cause some bigger, badder vampire to come stomp a mudhole in your ass.

Also, drink deep but don't drain 'em dry. See, that's givin' in to the Beast. Ya do that, ya lose a grip on your Humanity, and ya lose control. There we go again, it all fits together. Bee-yoo-tiful. Can you dig it?

Righteous. Now, ship off like a good little soldier. If you pull this off, come downtown to the Last Round and I'll tell you how jacked this whole situation is. Until then, [chuckles]good luck! Or maybe I should just say, uh... nice knowin' ya, kiddo![laughs at his joke]

Now ain't that a beautiful thing? Hey, Messerach, buddy, I'm talkin' to you!

You don't really talk much, do ya?

Hey, it happened just like you said. [Jack laughs]They never even knew what hit 'em.

Threw that sarcophagus out there and they just tore each other up tryin' to get to it.

Too bad about the kid. Ah well, ya can't call 'em all.

And the kid... worked out alright, huh?

I'd be pissed if this wasn't so cute. Look at you tryin' so hard; it's absolutely precious!

Yeah. Whenever you're done, sweetcheeks, we can move this show along.

[surprised, laughing]What? Oh, man. And you're a goddamn Malkavian too? Wow, you really are fucked.

Don't worry, kiddo, you'll adjust. I'd love to explain it all but time's a-wastin' - you want some help or what?

Tsk tsk tsk. Youngsters these days. Well, your funeral, kiddo.

If you pull this off, come downtown to the Last Round and I'll tell you how jacked this whole situation is. Until then, [chuckles]good luck! Or maybe I should just say, uh... nice knowin' ya, kiddo![laughs at his joke]

Well, well, looky who made it back in one piece. How was Santa Monica, kiddo?

Hehe. I can't imagine you did. Probably too busy gettin' pushed around by every vampire with a week of seniority over you, am I right?

Well, if you're cool with that treatment, you'll make a great Camarilla. They love pussies.[laugh]

Yeah, I'm sure it was a stroll on the beach. [insincere]So, d'ya score a lotta skeeball tickets down on the pier there?

[peeved]Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there, kid. You're not reportin' for duty here so loosen up, okay? We're just chatting. Comprende?

So... how was Santa Monica?

I'm just sayin' -

That's usually the way the story goes. Same old bullshit politics from when you were alive, huh? Don't it make you just wanna rip somebody's spine out? What? You sayin' that's just me?[laugh]

Welly, welly, welly, it's about time. I heard you made it out in one piece. I can't believe you waited this long to come see me. How was Santa Monica, kiddo?

Politics: the stuff that makes the rich get richer, keeps the powerful in power. Look at why you were out in Santa Monica in the first place; cuz Prince LaCroix said so.

Cuz he never thought you'd make it back! If Nines didn't stand up for you in the courtroom, you woulda been toast right there, man; everybody knows that.

It's bullshit Camarilla law; you gotta get it approved before you sire anyone. Vampire population control; fascist crap. LaCroix wanted to look like the strong leader, upholding the law.

[roaring laughter]Ah kid, I never answered to no man in life, now I sure as shit ain't takin' orders from a vampire with a suit and a funny name. And when I die again the devil's gonna hafta cut me a deal if he wants my ass! Besides... I never trust anybody with an X in their name.

[casual]Yeah man, it's called kickin' ass and crushin' the skulls of any asshole who steps on my toes. That seems to work. People dig it

Public relations, man, "calculated risk". Ventrue are born in a boardroom. When Nines called him out, LaCroix realized it was time to show a carefully measured dose of [derisively]Camarilla compassion.

LaCroix is the boss of the Camarilla in LA... that's it. Hmph. [with disdain, as if the suggestion is ludicrous]LaCroix as the boss. That's rich.[laughs]

The facts are like this: the Camarilla need us to buy into their bullshit for any of their "laws" to mean dick.

Now, tellin' free-livin' vampires they need to be ruled is a hard sell, so the Camarilla baked up a play-nicey plan - show everyone how great they are so we'll all just jump on board!

Kid, we've lived in California, some of us for over a hundred years, and we've kicked the Camarilla's ass outta town before; seems like every time they smell blood they're back tryin' to take over.

The free-livin' dead, kiddo. A lotta people like to use the label "anarchs"[AN-arks], whatever the hell that means... anarchs. Does got a nice kick to it, though, huh? Hah hah yeah.

Yeah, not a moment too soon, huh? [chuckle]He said you guys let those Sabbat go too.

So I heard you and Nines had a run-in with the Sabbat, huh? And you let them go?

[jokingly]Tsk tsk tsk. Nines must be gettin' soft. How can you pass up that kind of fun?

[casually pondering]Well, eh, he was left sireless too. I dunno, maybe that's it. Well, he's got a thing for the little guy.

Someone must have put a word out. Now... here's an interesting little scenario: [sarcastic]I'm just gonna run this by you, see what ya think. What if the prince got the word out to the Sabbat that you were the one to blow up their warehouse?

Hey, it's just a theory, man. But who else is gonna be watchin' you so closely, knowin' where you're goin' and all that?

I'm not sayin' he's workin' with the Sabbat - I know he ain't - but he sure as hell coulda put the word out there on the street where the Sabbat would pick up on it. Eh, just chew on that.

You're free to choose who you trust, kiddo. But has ole' Jack here ever asked anything of you? Nope. Is your existence a thorn in my side? Nuh-uh. Are you walking testament to my inability to rule? [laughs]Right... I'm just saying, that's all.

It's how the Camarilla works, kiddo, trust me. I've been dealin' with these slimy shits for a few centuries now.

[suspiciously]Why, plannin' on visiting?

The sarcophagus... did LaCroix tell you about the Ankaran Sarcophagus?

And the sarcophagus... did LaCroix tell you about the Ankaran Sarcophagus before you went?

Yeah, well, maybe I should fill you in on the details. That sarcophagus is bad news. Kindred around the globe have been goin' batshit since it was discovered.

The word is, there's an ancient asleep in there. One of the fathers; one of the vampires that, if you traced your lineage way back, there's a chance it'd end up with him at the root.

Ancients don't just nap. They sleep whole ages away. And when they wake up, they're hungry.

It's more than that, kiddo. Most Kindred think it's one of the signs of the end - the apocalypse. Every religion has their own version of it…

[dark]Kindred call it Gehenna, and the way they tell it, it starts when the ancients rise to devour their children.

No one knows for sure, really. That's just the word that's been handed down through the ages. The Camarilla denies these ancients exist.

Well, kiddo, I guess you're gonna be the one to find out. [laughs]Hey, good luck! Try not to wake Grandpa Munster and kill the world, huh![laughs]

Oh yeah? Runnin' a little fact-finding mission for LaCroix, were ya?

Don't be a little Cammy bitch. I was the only guy to offer you a hand up when you were left for dead, if you remember.

No kidding. Well I guess there's got to be somethin' in there, then, huh? The Camarilla's gonna be scrapin' for answers when this gets out.

Because the Camarilla denies the existence of the fathers; they deny that Caine was the original vampire; they deny ALL the legends. Fear and the end of the world are bad for business, you know.

Well, that's just their "official" stance. They all live with that same gut fear, though; that it's real and we are livin' in the last of days.

It's in the air, alright. I've been around longer than most, kid, and I've felt the change in the past few decades; it's in the blood. We're racing toward somethin'... and pickin' up speed all the time.

Oh. Okay, so what you saw on the boat - what about that? Conjecture? Old wives' tale? Mass suicide? Think about it.

[distant bordering on hostile]Well look what the street chased in.

I'm not here for small talk. Now what did you want to talk to me about?

Hey there, kiddo. What's up?

Hey kid. Where ya been?

Why?

So a Malk's gone AWOL. If that caught LaCroix off guard, I dunno how he's dodged a hundred years of sunrises.

What's all the noise, kiddo? What'd you say to Skelter?

Did you find your missing Malkavian[mal-KAVE-ee-uhn]?

[unbelieving, hold emphasis on bull]Ahh bullshit, man. You think you saw Nines.

[mulling it over]Mmm... I don't know. I dunno what score Nines would have to settle with a primogen. Nah, c'mon, this can't be right.

This is a total smear job. LaCroix can't meet Nines head on, so this is how he's gonna shank him.

LaCroix ain't gonna make friends on the street with these moves. Underhanded shit like that catches up to you. Usually gets paid back in creative and painful ways; stake you with your own femur, ya know, that kinda thing.

You do what ya gotta do.

[chuckle]Buck up, kiddo! I told you man, you do what you gotta do.

You were born into this whole mess with an ounce of fame; that's usually gonna work against you.

Every time LaCroix sees you, he thinks back to that courtroom where Nines made a fool outta him. A lotta Kindred do.

Well, I'll bet he's gonna hold you up one day as an example of [derisively]what the Camarilla can do for the wayward and lowly. Ah, it's a bunch of crap but, hey - good for you.

An educated young Kindred like yourself, carefully placed within the ranks of the Camarilla, can do a lot for the anarchs I bet. Your choice. Ain't it nice to have some choice? Just be your own dead-ass self.

Play the game, kiddo, just keep your eyes open. Hear me? You can help everyone that way.

Heh, you got balls, kid. I give you that much. Showin' up here after you helped set up Nines - marchin' right into the lion's den, huh?

Listen, kid, you did what you had to do. Just the messenger, right?

Don't worry about Skelter. He's like all these big barkin' pups nowadays; they don't bite unless they get cornered.

It's a ruse by LaCroix so he can call a blood hunt on Nines; standard smear job, textbook Cammy bullshit.

Yeah sure, but there's packs o' youngsters out there who'd love to make a name by bringin' in the head o' Nines Rodriguez.

[chuckle]Heh heh. You're just eager to please, ain't ya? I could give a goddamn, kid, but I'm sure the boys here would appreciate it if you kept it business as usual. Ya hear me?

Sorry, kiddo. You get to walk in and out o' here. Concentrate on appreciating that favor.

Come back later if you wanna talk. I got a feelin' shit's gonna get hectic.

I heard you were doin' a little breakin' and entering down at the museum earlier. The prince a, uh, taxidermy buff?

Kid, you don't live to be old as me without cultivating a few connections, the least of which should be able to penetrate the iron veil of the local natural history museum.[laugh]

Seems like he has a lot ridin' on that sarcophagus, to get such a fierce bug in that powdered wig of his.

[sinister]I got another scenario for ya here, kiddo; gonna bounce it off ya, see what ya think. You ever hear of, uh... diablerie[dee-AH-blur-ee]?

Well, it's when a vampire drains another more powerful vampire to death. Diablerie is the Sabbat's specialty, but it's a big taboo in civilized Kindred circles - and damn sure forbidden by the Camarilla.

When a younger vampire diablerizes an elder, the younger vampire gains all of their powers.

Remember what I told you about the Ankaran Sarcophagus, about who that could be sleepin' away in there?

The prince is willin' to tear LA apart to find this thing so he can have it. Why? What would a power-hungry vampire like LaCroix want with a sleeping ancient? Hmmm... I wonder.

Sure. Maybe you're right. And maybe a cokehead could sleep on a mattress of Peruvian white.

You gotta figure a drop of ancient blood would make any Kindred just about invulnerable. Anyone who has the sarcophagus is gonna be thinking the same thing. If LaCroix gets the sarcophagus, at least we know where it is.

Besides, getting the sarcophagus and getting into it are two different things.

Just keeps gettin' more interesting, doesn't it, kiddo? The Giovanni, the Kuei-jin - lots of blood bein' spilled for a , year old conversation piece, wouldn't ya say?

The streets, the hillsides... there's eyes and ears everywhere.

So where is it now?

Don't jerk me around. You'd better do some re-strategizin' real quick if you think you can fool an old Lick like me

[RM: cut off? Why don't you...?]You go run back to the prince before I show you what they do to Cammy bitches downtown.

I heard LaCroix's been talkin' to Beckett too. Beckett's a skeptic about all this stuff; I just hope he knows to be careful dealin' with that snake LaCroix.

Well, Beckett's apolitical you could say. He's just interested in the truth of our origins. Politics and all that are minor details to him.

You're in a good position to make a difference, Mr. Bigshot. A lotta Kindred's wonderin' just which way you'll go.

C'mon kid! Get in the car! The sun'll be up.... We gotta get the hell outta here!

Wake up. Look alive, kid. You'd better be on your feet and ready to move.

You're lucky I got to you first. Anyone else and you'd be a pile of cinders right now.

Get ready to run. Take everything you need. You're never coming back

LaCroix put out the word - he says you're in league with the Kuei-jin, Ming-Xiao's puppet, that you're the one who set up Nines for her. See, he's figured it all out, and now your death is a big bullet point in his new unity campaign. There's a blood hunt on you.

He had to turn things around on you real quick since you found out about his deal with Ming-Xiao. This is his Plan B. Plan A was to kill you and Nines in Griffith Park.

Now LaCroix is playing the victim. The way he tells it you were like his own child, he entrusted you with so much... and you took full advantage, sold out to the Kuei-jin and cost the people their hero. They're saying Nines is dead and you killed him.

Look, I'm here to help you - again - but dammit, it's time!

Time to make a choice. Now you and I maybe ain't seen eye-to-eye on everything - to be honest I've made vampires deep-throat dynamite for less aggravation - but I think we understand one another. And hey, our unlives are ours to do with as we will.

You're gonna have to stay off the street and stay on the move, cuz it's open season on your ass. Vampires are gonna be bussin' in from Sacramento to join in on this hunt.

You need backing; you need the protection of one of the factions. Friends are the last thing you want to be without right now. But you have to get outta here.

I got a driver who can get you where you need to go. Interesting guy, you'll like him. But this place is bein' watched. He's across Santa Monica, by the junkyard. Get there and he'll get you outta town.

He'll take you wherever... wherever you feel safest.

Alright, get runnin'. Hope you make it outta Santa Monica at least - I'd like to see how this turns out for ya.[sinister laugh]

In case we don't see each other again, nice knowin' ya, kiddo. Give 'em hell; they deserve it.

Time's wasting.

Movin' right along....

What's on your mind?

Again? Does everything have to be about these dickheads?

Don't think the Camarilla has a monopoly on those "ideals", okay kid? No one is arguing over that shit, and if they tell you that's what this fight is all about then they're really givin' you the full fist, ya hear me?

The Camarilla protects the people runnin' the Camarilla. That's it, the end! The rest of them are bloody gristle for the machine.

Doddering old dustfarts. They might be powerful as all hell but who knows? They're too afraid to stick their heads outta their hidey holes, and why should they? This whole huge system is built so they don't have to.

Ah, not one of the bigs but... he ain't out riskin' his ass in the street, that's for sure. LaCroix has ambitions of joining that Inner Circle; delivering Los Angeles in their pocket would look killer on a resume.

Not "bad", evil. Man think if a country had the same dictator that lived for years that's also a blood-drinking predator. Think there's gonna be some evil shit come out of that equation?

Ah, to hell with LaCroix. I've blasted better vampires' brains all over the wall. He's not the prince, he's A prince.

Ah, he's a typical Ventrue asshole: predictable, safe, no imagination.... [cuts short, exasperated that he even has to explain it]Aw man, the guy's a pussy. He just got lucky, showed up in LA at the right time.

I'm not sayin' he's stupid, he's just an asshole who needs his teeth kicked in, that's all.

[unimpressed]Oh, the sheriff, yeah. I love how everyone's talkin' about that big mystery. It's like someone Embraced a doped-up gorilla.

I'm not sayin' let's go torch the Malkavian [Mal-CAVE-ee-uhn]living under the abandoned hotel because she happens to be a Camarilla; I'm sayin' let's change that shit from the top down.

Camarilla membership is percent victims, percent evil bastards. But make sure and understand - any of those victims points a gun at me, they get drained and slaughtered like sheep.

Hey man, you do what you gotta do to survive when you're young, but there comes a time when that excuse don't fly no more - when you should know better and want to do somethin' about it.

That's why you're sittin' here listenin'. School's in, kiddo.

Bein' dead is no excuse for walkin' around with your eyes closed.

That's "us", so I'm told. What'd you wanna know?

Yeah, I could tell you about the history of "the movement" about "our struggle". Hmph. What's any of that shit mean, anyway? Do we wanna sit through history class here?

I'm no scholar, kid, but I been around. Seen more and done more than most vampires ever will. I don't know that our situation's ever gonna be easy, but some things you gotta decide are worth fightin' for.

Fight harder than the other sonuvabitch. Every time I yank a jawbone from a skull then ram it in an eyesocket, I know I'm buildin' a better future.[laughs]

As much as anyone is. Nines is a stand-up guy. Takes the politics a little too seriously, though. Came up during the Great Depression, so his brain's wired to that shit.

Me? Pfft. I never had much patience for [distastefully]negotiations. Everyone can live or burn, it's up to them.

Yeah, I'm not sure the story on most of 'em, Nines' crew.

Brujah. Most everyone here has Brujah blood.

The Sabbat are worthless, man. Fake tits on a zombie worthless. Fun to watch though. Like the Three Stooges with chainsaws.

Yeah, they oppose the Camarilla, but they suck when it comes to execution.

The Sabbat are in the same business as the Camarilla; Sabbat have a little longer chain but they're slaves all the same.

A Tzimisce[zim-EATS-ee]? No kiddin'! Those are some creepy evil bastards. Ran into one down in Mexico, had this whole village of experiments, like nothin' you ever seen in a movie. Sick, sick shit.

What do I think of humans? I don't, really. When you were alive, did you think about cows? Heh... ya know, if one got killed, I bet you didn't cry, but, ya know, you're not out there slaughterin' them for sport, either.

Ah, man we got our own problems. Let the [RM: mispronounced]kine sink or swim.

He hunts vampires. Part of the Society of... something or other.

Ah, yes. Holy vampire hunters. Stakin' fer Jesus! [chuckle]I don't worry about 'em too much. If you find one worth a shit, he'd damn well better blind-side you or he's dead. Either way, why worry?

Yeah, some of these younger anarchs got a real burnin' hate for the Kuei-jin. First time a lot of 'em seen full-on combat in the streets and seen their buddies dyin' was when the Asian invaders showed up.

Yep, cost the anarchs San Francisco. They're tough. Hard to get a bead on 'em. At least with Kindred, ya know, you pretty much know what to expect, what they're capable of. Kuei-jin - whew - full of surprises.

Man, don't let them cloud your head with their mumbo-jumbo; that crap wasn't meant for you. We're different breeds, us and them.

Man, you guys give me the heebie-jeebies. Sounds like you know a lot more about somethin' than you're supposed to. Lucky for you, you probably don't understand what you're sayin'. If you did, I'd be talkin' to a pile of ash right now.

You're free to choose who you trust, kiddo.

By the clack-smack cracking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. I don't remember seeing you on the guest list for the dinner party... we're having a wrap party for The Misfits about forty years late. Cast and crew only, boss.

Maybe I'm in your head. Uh, oh... you might have picked up one of those psychoses so common to new Kindred

We are talking. But you aren't listening, boss.

Maybe I killed the voice in your head, boss.

Maybe I'm a ghost.[cackles] Oh, c'mon. Don't tell me you just stumbled down here. What I need to know is, why you're here.

I don't like it when the rain seeps into my chamber... but to stop the rain you'd have to kill all the clouds. And I don't like murder.

You're used to getting what you want, aren't you, handsome? People just love your charisma, your face. They eat your words up like the rats eat the cheese in the trap. Oh, boss, where do you think you are?

You'll have to find them first. And I'm not about to let that happen.

You may be on to something, boss. Or maybe you're still talking to yourself. Insanity isn't given enough credit. The insane know not what they do. Do you?

I'm over here, boss! Wait, maybe I'm over here! Or maybe I'm behind you, with a hatchet in my hand... or did you ever stop to think that your fear, if given a voice, would sound... like... this.

You should know this, Nosferatu. What do our kind want? We want to know. What's the first question you would ask, if you were me?

Wrong. Try again, boss.

Exactly. Because, I already know who you are. But, I don't know why you're here. And, when I don't know something, I need to find the answer.

And why would you need to find them, boss?

This ain't a library, boss. We don't just let anybody join. Especially not when they're hiding something from us... [holds the word, hisses it]bosssss.

[Cackles]Liar, liar, pants on fire. You can't kill what you can't see. Try to kill me? The night's got a thousand eyes, boss, and all of them are mine. You wouldn't like it... being watched every second of the rest of your short life.

You don't say. Wake up, boss! Who do you think you're dealing with? Why else would LaCroix send you on this snipe hunt? Oh, that's right... I know you work for the prince.

Because I like the sound of my own voice[growls].... It's not everyday we get visitors, boss. I needed to hear it from you. You're a long way from home, and neither the prince nor Isaac nor Nines have any domain down here. Tread carefully.

You should have got here sooner. That lot's been sold.

[Cackles]What's the matter, boss? You scared? That's good... shows you've been paying attention.

Oh, yes, why don't I do that. You got a brain rattling around in that head of yours? Or is it just ornamental?

[Cackles]I want to stick your lovely face in a piranha tank; I want to apply an acid glaze to your sculptured body; I want to throw your pocket mirror under a thresher and watch you fetch it. But I'm no butcher, boss. Are you?

[Cackles]I don't know, boss. You tell me. After all, I didn't crash your party.

Are you sure, boss? You don't want my image in your subconscious. It's the stuff nightmares are made of.

Careful what you wish for, you just... might... get it.[Cackles]

Behind you, boss!

Boo!

En garde, Toreador. You vainglorious, narcissistic poseur! How I loathe that determination of your kind to belie your true nature with Paris fashions and pomp. You are a dead thing - a creature of the shadows. Start acting like one.

[Laughs]You don't get it, do you? Sit and look pretty. Pretend you never died. Do some finger painting. What a pathetic waste of blood.

[Laughs]Quite atrocious, isn't it? I like looking at it in the mirror - builds character.

What? You don't recognize me from the pictures? Gorgeous Gary Golden? Don't tell me you missed Pirate Town or Tap Hotel. Little before your time, eh, boss? Well, those days are long past. Nowadays, it's just Gary.

Where, where, where did it go? That thing seems to get around more than Mae West. Why, might I ask, should I give you that information?

Oh, is he still calling the shots upstairs? How long do you think that will last? Heard he was furious - wish I could've been there. Well, I'll be a sport -

Oh, my hero. Had it not been for that damn Tzimisce, you'd still be searching under rocks for us. It was hardly a favor. But -

Save that energy, boss, you're going to need it if you want to get the sarcophagus back. You see -

Tell me, the voice in your head, why're you down here? You can trust me, boss.

Think carefully. Who are you here for? And why?

Let's see what I got.... For a fellow Sewer Rat, I'm willing to let it go cheap.

Let's see what I got....

Let's see what I got.... For one of your kind, it ain't gonna be cheap.

You lost, boss?

Miss me, boss?

I know where your prince's prize is. There's very little that doesn't leak down into this place. Tell me, boss, you ever gone up against a Kuei-jin?

The Kuei-jin are vampires, but not like Kindred. Sometimes known as the vampires of the East. But they ain't kin, boss... they're just someone else that, if you ain't being careful, might give you the Final Death.

I'm not one to waste words like little Lord Flaunt-LaCroix up there... there's a connection. Want to hear it? Listen... I think I hear someone saying something about it. Oh, wait... that's my voice!

[Laughs]That's a good one, boss. You been feeding near the skids again?

Even for old Gary, there ain't much more to tell. You see, I sent an agent, Barabus, to snoop around Chinatown... do a little hacking, make a few contacts... but he hasn't been calling lately, and it's breaking my heart.

You up for a little trip to Chinatown? You're in no danger there; me - best you don't mention my name there, boss. That's the going rate for my info right now... you get our chum back from Chinatown, I'll give you what you need.

[Chuckles]Welcome to undeath, boss. Ain't it a hoot?

[Irritated]Hey, save yourself some time, boss! You've got no bargaining power - I know Prince Priss is breathing down your neck every second you keep him from his prize. Close your mouth, chew on the resentment, and open your ears.

The Golden Temple in Chinatown - it's a piss poor copy of a real place... looks like it'd be more at home in a theme park. That eyesore's where you'll find the leader of the LA Kuei-jin. They call her Ming-Xiao.

Sounds dangerous? No, this ain't a suicide mission, boss. You'll be more of a curiosity than a threat. Talk to Xiao, ask her where my boy is, and get him back. Once he's safe, I'll tell you everything you need to know about the sarcophagus.

Not that I know of. It's like the eye of the hurricane right now. Don't make those winds blow, boss.

Use your head. And your eyes. Chinatown's more liable to off you than ten Hollywoods. But not if you're smart.

That thing behind that pretty face of yours is called a brain. If you want to survive in Chinatown, I suggest you use it. Or if all else fails, you could just use your pocket mirror to blind them.[chuckles]

Forget it, boss... it's Chinatown.

Of course. What kind of a monster do you take me for?[Laughs] There is a method to my madness, boss. There's a payphone in Chinatown. I'll call you with the info once Barabus is safe... until then, you'll never know where I am

Remember, boss... that's their kingdom. Start testing them, you won't like the results. Just get our boy back.

You're a bright one, aren't you?

Whatever you say, boss.

Now you're just saying things to piss me off on purpose.

[Laughs at player, thinks player is a fool]

Gee, that's original. You think that up all by yourself?

Do go on....

Do you have prince Albert in a can? Well, better let 'im go, boss. You done real well, bringing our boy back home. I got your info, hero.

[Menacing cackling]

[Haunting laughter]

[Frightening snickering/giggling]

[Chuckles to self]Am I the only one who saw this coming a million miles away?

I'll send you an email.

Look who's here....

Oh, boy, my favorite person.

[Hostile]Disappear, boss.

Yup.

Nope.

Thanks.

WHAT?!?

I don't know... or do I?

Can't help you.

[Excited]How about that!

By the way…

[Giving player something]Here.

[False and pointed enthusiasm]Well, if it ain't the talk of the town; poster child for Camarilla [cam-er-ILL-uh]benevolence. What errand does the prince have you runnin' today, boy?

Nines is expecting you. Have some manners and don't wear out your welcome. I'm Skelter. Act up again and I'll be the one showing your ashes to the door.

You've got to understand, Kindred, you're carrying a six-thousand year curse in your blood. No matter how powerful it makes you feel…

... that blood is a tangle of chains that's gonna leave you bound in servitude the rest of your existence.

Your elders command the blood, they control the blood, and the blood listens; you'll never even hear their call, but the blood will, and it will make you obey.

That shit stretches all the way back to Caine, man. Nothing you can do. Some ancient sleeping in a tomb half a world away has a bad dream and you goin' feel that shit, like it or not.

The point is, with this curse pulling your strings, you really wanna sign away your right to fight by joining the Camarilla?

I'm Skelter. I do my part to keep California a Free State for the anarchs.

You tryin' to start a brawl so the Camarilla sheriff can come in and clean house? I don't think so. Ask the prince to show you the last punk who tried that trick. And while you're on the subject, tell him I want that ashtray back.

The Camarilla just ain't necessary. Their rules is just common sense shit. The Masquerade and all that. Sure it makes sense, like the commandments. You know the commandments, don't you?

Yeah, "thou shalt not steal", "thou shalt not kill". Sounds good, but you and me both know that shit don't always fly. What if some [derisively]"society" like the Camarilla comes along and just up and kills you if you break one damn commandment?

Right. See, we weren't meant to live like that. Man, I followed someone else's rules for three years in Vietnam, but it wasn't until after the Embrace that I understood real oppression.

Whatever, man. I choose not to submit. I signed away my rights once and it landed my ass in a southeast Asian jungle with nothin' but an M and a shitload of questions. Now I'm dead and the real hell starts. I'll be dust before I roll over and take it again.

No one bows to Nines Rodriguez. He leads by example, down here with us. Better'n some chickenshit limp-wrist paperpusher hidin' up in his tower. Only Camarilla sheep couldn't see the difference.

The anarchs? We're the only ticket to free livin' in the afterlife, my friend.

So then go on up and see him. You're free to do as you please here.[as opposed to elsewhere]

I don't need to bare my fangs to feel good about myself. The Masquerade is a fruity Camarilla label; other than that I got no problem with it. Live and let live - we got enough to worry about.

You know, speaking of the Masquerade, I just thought of something you might be able to help us out with.

There's this girl's been makin' a lot of noise lately. She's a real pain in the ass. She's a ghoul of this one Toreador [TOR-ee-uh-door]creep who disappeared.

A ghoul is a Kindred's human servant. They're not Embraced, but they do drink the blood of their masters. The blood binds them, forcing them to obey, but it also gives 'em some of our powers. They become addicted to it, gotta have it, like a junkie needin' their fix.

[Disdain]Yeah, Patty. You must know who I'm talking about then.

She used to show up around here and act like she was everybody's best friend. It was all fun and games until her vampire sugar daddy stopped callin'. Now she can't get her blood fix and shit ain't so fun no more.

Man she's been told he was dead; she don't listen. Just asks again louder. Damn junkie. She's goin' make a scene and get us all some real heat.

Vampire hunters, man. You start doin' stupid shit and breakin' the Masquerade, and you'll see what I'm talking about. Trust me, hunters are the kind of trouble you don't want.

She's crossed the line. Only time that mouth ain't blabbin' is when it's suckin' vampire blood. She's gotta disappear. Do this and we'll keep it our little secret, ya hear?

Alright. Have fun. I'd love to do this one myself but I know her sire. Just let me know when it's done.

Hmph. Well just keep this under your hat, ya hear?

Good work. Man, ghouls ain't nothin' but trouble if you ask me. It's a weakness pure and simple.

You measly fuck. You got a lotta nerve showin' up here, lick

You fingered Nines. Said he killed a goddamn primogen[PRIM-uh-jen].

It's a goddamn setup by LaCroix. Nines has been with us every minute for the past week. No way he coulda been there, man. He was fuckin' framed. The only question is: were you in on it?

Listen here, maggot, and listen good: Nines didn't do that shit and you know it. I won't stand for you sayin' otherwise.

Get the hell out of my sight or I'll tear you to fuckin' pieces.

I'm willing to believe you were a patsy in all this, but I'll be watchin' you, kid.

You mean college girl over there? Hmph. To be honest she reminds me of those miserable stateside protester fucks from when I was in 'Nam. But she's on the right side in this war. Don't let the hippy vibe fool ya.

That's the man, there. One righteous Kindred. I wish he'd take a more active stance in our fight, but, fuck man, he's Jack! Jack just does his thing. God help anyone who gets in the way.

Do I know the Kuei-jin[KWAY Jin]? Hmph. Those motherfuckers showed up in California five years ago and been fightin' us tooth and claw for every inch of the Free State since. Yeah I know 'em.

Let me tell you, they ain't nothin' like us. They're devils, man. Shifty fuckin' devils. Seein' the shit they're capable of makes some o' what I saw in 'Nam make a lot more sense.

They're all invaders. The Kuei-jin, they're less likely to deal with you; they think they're the "superior beings" or whatever. But the Camarilla, they'll just lie and stab you in the back. Which is worse? Hmph. Does it really matter?

I been hearin' there's some ancient evil vampire goin' rise up outta there and bring all hell with him. Shit. For all we know, might be Caine himself. Some people are sayin' it's one of the first signs of Gehenna.

Gehenna: The day we all die - when our sleeping forefathers rise and bring about the end of the world. There's a lot of Kindred who believe these are the final nights, the beginning of the apocalypse

Nah, the Camarilla denies any of that shit exists - vampire forefathers, doomsday prophecies - all just superstition in Cammyland.

Lots of people. [matter-of-factly]The Sabbat believe in it. They go around tryin' to hunt down these sleeping ancients so's they can kill them before they rise up. That's the word anyway. Of course, most Sabbat packs I've seen couldn't find their car keys.

Us? The anarchs? Hmmph. Everybody's free to make up their own mind I guess. I buy it. Could explain all the blood in the air. We're probably all playin' right into this thing's hands... if it has hands.

He went to go look into somethin', why?

Say what?

Yo, that's bullshit. I don't know if you were put up to this or what, but you best not be sayin' that shit too loud. I know what he's out doing and it doesn't have anything to do with the Camarilla. They're not our only concern, you know.

Don't worry, man, you're safe here. You're under anarch protection. No worries.

Don't worry, you're safe here. You're under anarch protection now. No worries.

He's inside. [joking]Motherfucker's tellin' some tall tales, saying he wrestled a werewolf. You believe that shit?

[chuckles]Yeah, whatever. And the pope's my ghoul. Get in there.

Good luck, brother.

Good luck, sister.

That's not what I heard. You let her live and now she's blabbin' about you to whoever will listen. When this gets around - and believe me it will - it's on your head, fledgling.

[Lowers his voice]Caine, man. Father of all vampires. Killed his brother Abel and was cursed by God to walk eternity feeding on the blood of his children. Some heavy shit, man....

Keep your voice down. Is Caine real? I don't know. Not sure I want to know.

Jester? What? What the hell did you say? Hold on... you're Malkavian, right? Whoa, you're doubly screwed... crazy as hell, and the prince's bitch. Little pawn, you said? Yeah, you got that right. Maybe you're not as crazy as you look.

Man, I hate talkin' to you guys. Name with numbers... Nines Rodriguez, right? He's upstairs. But watch yourself... we don't take kindly to Camarilla spies around here.

Huh? How did...? Damn. Malkavians and their goddamned insight. That shit is creepy. Anyway, yeah. My name is Skelter. I do my part to keep California a Free State for the anarchs.

Yeah. Him and a bunch of other crusty old capes that I guarantee you don't want to have dinner with. Yeah, you seem to know what's up with Gehenna, you crazy Malkavian bastard. Armageddon, man... fuckin' Armageddon.

Sabbat chase you in here, Cammy?

Heard Nines saved your ass again. You think LaCroix would've stopped counting his money long enough to get your back, jack?

Cammy, you'd have a whole lot less above your neck if it hadn't been for Nines calling the prince out in that courtroom. Shit! Looks like things worked out for LaCroix anyway - got himself a new errand boy out of it.

Ha. What were you going to break out, huh? Some Tae-bo? This ain't paintball with your jerkoff friends on the weekend, Cammy, it's the mean streets. Show some goddamn gratitude.

Let me give you a little advice, blood. Next time someone pins you to the ground, you better whisper sweet nothings in their ear cuz they're about to fuck you.

Oh, ho, ho... you want to know what my problem is? Alright, I'll tell you what my problem is! You ready? YOU are my goddamn problem. Anyone who would lay it down for some cape in an ivory tower deserves what they get.

Cape, Cammy. Camarilla elders? The ones that've been around so long they think candlelight's a keen invention? You're doing their dirty work and you don't even know it.

As long as you're a tool for some cape, you don't have to say a word to start pissing me off.

Winning? More like festering! What the hell do you know anyway? Just woke up dead and think you already know the score? Please!

Oh, that's real…

Let me put in perspective for you: the Camarilla claims every Kindred's part of the organization, regardless. You do something they don't like, well, you're Camarilla, so you get punished under their laws, like it or not.

I'm Damsel, den mother of these mothers and one pissed bitch since LaCroix rolled in.

You want an alternative? Being here, that's a step in the right direction.

Oh, don't even joke about bad blood at a time like this! Don't you know we've got a plaguebearer around here?

Hey, Cammy. I don't apologize often, but... it's just with all the shit's been going down lately - and on top of it this plaguebearer getting the CDC's attention - maybe I misjudged you's all I'm saying.

A plaguebearer's a fool that doesn't care who they feed from. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, we can't get sick - but the kine can, and Kindred that feed on them start spreading disease. Enough get sick, it's an epidemic, CDC's in town as we speak.

Seen "Old Yeller"? May sound cruel, but it's necessary.

If someone puts together two and two as to the real cause of an outbreak of bloodborne diseases, guess what happens? So the plaguebearer's gotta be found and put down. If the Camarilla really gives a damn, they'll help us out

One of our boys' ghouls, name's Paul, lives nearby in the Skyeline apartments. Been a stranger lately. Looked like death last time he was here. Said he didn't get bit but... maybe you can get more info out of him.

Our mess? For all I know, this could be some Camarilla plot!

Wait. If Paul's not talking, you might want to start questioning the homeless pop. So many have been dying lately that it takes the city a few days to pick up the bodies.

We told him to burn the blood and go to the hospital. Said he thought he'd get over it. Men are stubborn that way. Just proves the plaguebearer's gotta be found.

Right on, 'cept we dusted a second one over near the convention center. They're part of some doomsday cult, apparently. No telling how many there are, but it's open season on all these sick sons of bitches!

Yeah, I've seen this. Pretty sure I've seen it around here somewhere - one of the buildings, I think.

You killed all of them? You? Huh. So, I guess you want me to thank you or something. Damn it! Thanks... okay? We're cool, for now, but just don't go bragging to everybody about it.

Righteous. You know, you just may have an anarch soul. I'll let you chew on that, Cammy. Some of the boys might have overheard our conversation and gotten the impression I've gone soft. Somebody in this joint's got to lack the restraint to keep their mouth shut.

[Stifles her rage]Know what I just said about being alright? I take it back! You're as rotten as the rest! Go crawl back into your ivory tower, we'll handle our own shit from now on!

Yeah?

No one like him in this world or the next. He's to the anarchs what George Washington was to the colonies, what Ho Chi Minh was to Vietnam. He is the LA anarchs personified. He's a great leader and yet... he's humble. I'd die for him.

No one like him in the Camarilla or otherwise. Anything else?

And LaCroix's like Nixon with a hundred year term of office. Fucking eurotrash fop! You deserve the government you get! Get the fuck out of here!

I think you'd better go. No one wants to talk about this right now.

I don't care what you saw, Nines is innocent! Nines wouldn't do something like that without a reason. He'd never start a war. This is - this is... it's bullshit! Take your ass back to your tower, Cammy, before you get hurt!

Who the hell does he think he is coming into town claiming Camarilla authority over the city? We kicked them out sixty years ago! It's like England coming back and telling the U.S. how they should do things. Fuck LaCroix!

I'd be more worried about us kicking you out again. And this time, it'll be five hundred years before you scrape up enough soldiers to cross the city limit.

Jack? Jack's Jack. Kind of a legend amongst anarchs. There's not an anarch in the world that wouldn't stand in rockstar awe of Jack. Even the Camarilla doesn't mess with him.

He's been around a long time. He used to be a pirate, so the rumor goes. Talk to Jack, he's never short on chat.

We're about passion, Cammy, and freedom... things most Camarilla types just can't understand. I could go on and on... but Skelter says it takes too long to get me off my soapbox. Ask him, or even Jack.

I mean, geez, it just makes sense. Power should be redistributed amongst all of us, not just the few. Communism would actually work for Kindred, where it fails with humans. It's just common sense, you know!

It's a sham - a pyramid scheme! Nothing but musty, withdrawn elders waging power struggles for no other reason than to keep their own ass alive for one more century. You think you have any real power in the Cam? You're kidding yourself.

You'd be better off without them... you'll see.

I'm Damsel! Someone talking shit about me over in that ivory tower? Who said it, huh? I'll kick their ass!

Lunatic.... I'd give you a piece of my mind, seeing as how you're just another do boy for the Camarilla, but shit, no amount of good sense penetrates that white noise you Malks call a brain, does it?

Alright, maybe you're not completely batshit.

Fuck you, whack job! That get through your skull?

What? Weird you say that. Yeah... you might say something is plaguing me, a plaguebearer as a matter of fact.

That goddamn blood witch told you what?!? He thinks we're responsible for that plaguebearer? If I hadn't promised Nines I'd keep my nose clean, I'd go over right now and rip him a new wizard chute - magic missile casting motherfucker.

[Getting pissed, growls]What?

No! No more questions! Everytime I talk to you, I just want to smack you. It's like talking to a wall that you wanna take down with a sledgehammer!

[Enraged, full of despite]I'm not saying another word to you, you grating fascist Cammy do-boy bastard! Argh... you just make me wanna rip out your teeth and stick them in your eyes! Get back into your ivory tower and stay there, asshole!

[Pissed off growl through teeth]Ngrh....

I don't know, you seem pretty tight with nancy pants up there.

Say... you really want to help us out? Stay close to LaCroix. Smooch his ass, play ball. Keep an eye on him for us. You hear anything spicy, you come talk to me. Don't advertise! For all anyone in that tower'll know, you're still a worthless bootlicking Cammy do-boy.

Say... you really want to help us out? Stay close to LaCroix. Smooch his ass, play ball. Keep an eye on him for us. You hear anything spicy, you come talk to me. Don't advertise! For all anyone in that tower'll know, you're still a worthless bootlicking Cammy do-girl.

Cool! With someone on the inside, we should be able to eject his candyass a whole lot sooner. Keep us conscious, [tongue in cheek]"Cammy".

Check that shit! I don't need another jeans commercial dicking around here with the rest of the pack. You got the in... hell, you can get close enough to tell what kind of froofy hair conditioner LaCroix's using. That's where we need you, if you're really committed.

Heard anything?

[Full of rage]That... uh... urgh! If this is true.... Listen, I can't believe even LaCroix's that low but, keep an eye on this. If there's anything I hate more than Cammies, it's the goddamn Kuei-jin.

That BASTARD! He sold us out?!?

LaCroix... an alliance with us? Ha! [Insulted highly amused]Has he- The Ca- You're fucking with me, right? Do I look like a goddamn source of amusement for you?

WE TOLD HIM NINES DIDN'T DO IT! That son of a.... And that Kuei-jin bitch! If I ever get my hands on her, I'll tie her eyelashes to her ass hairs and bowl her ass into a car compactor! Demon... [pauses, fills with rage]whore!

[A little less seething, calming down]Okay... alright... I'm fine! Nines... yeah... I can't believe it's come to this, but, ugh, I hate those goddamn devils even more than I hate that fascist dandy prince! [Getting off track, talking to self]Goddamn Xiao! If Nines hadn't told me to watch this place, I'd be over there right now making skank sushi.

Nines is... oh I still don't know if I should be telling anyone but... Nines is hiding out in Griffith Park. If Nines agrees to the alliance, guess that means me and the Cam'll be on the same side. Think I'll go eat something so I can vomit!

I know you're cool, so... Nines is hiding out in Griffith Park. I don't know about this alliance stuff, though.... Think I'll go eat something so I can vomit!

You are so lucky this is Elysium, Cammy!

I'll send you an email.

Yeah.

Thanks.

WHAT?!?

I don't know.

Can't help you.

Cool.

By the way…

Here.

Fascist!

Ohh, Cammy! What the hell are you doing here?!?

Hey... you're alive! Wow! The way Nines said things went down, I figured a werewolf'd be crapping you out about now

Nines'll be happy to see you made it out. I guess I am too... but that's between you and I, got it?

Yeah. But I'm out here, so.... Look, do I even have to say at this point I'll kick your ass?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just don't get him started on that damn werewolf again. Ugh, you'd think he'd stop at telling me the story twice.

[Disbelief]Really?

Alright, go on in. I'll make sure no one interrupts. But man, I HOPE somebody tries!

Not you too! Arrgh! Am I the only one in town that didn't get to waste a werewolf?

Right on, 'cept we dusted a second one over near the convention center. They're part of some doomsday cult, apparently. No telling how many there are, but it's open season on all these sick sons of bitches!

[Happy to see player]S'up?

[Distant, disinterested, disgusted]Ugh, Cammy!

[Getting pissed, growls]What?

Real terror is not the sight of death, it is the fear of death. What is the fear of death? Terror of the unknown. Is it these eyes you peer into? No, I am not the unknown; you and I are closer kin than you and it were.

Drinking blood to sustain your death, you are damned, yes? What if, besides the blood of the living, you had to eat pounds of their flesh to maintain that thin façade of life - what would you call it? Twice damned?

And by killing me, would you take up a crusade against all who are compelled to eat flesh? And then, when that was done, would you kill anyone who was slightly dissimilar from you? This is the logic of dictators and madmen; the root of conflict.

Yes... it is blood and flesh, my elixir - my existence. You are calm. Have you also come to the conclusion that life and death are mutually parasitic?

I kill or I rot. For every night I go without it, I wilt. All things must consume life to avoid dying. You and I are no exception.

We drink blood, I eat flesh, kine eat food... but kine think us a monster. Without remorse, they would burn our body twice over to be certain we were destroyed. What is unnatural for some is vital for others.

Whether killing without cause serves a purpose, I'm unsure. But I have no interest in morality. Only cause and effect.

I've walked the world since before this country existed. In that time, I have collected information and objects even some of the eldest of our kind would doubt existed. If I were to offer you the chance to obtain such a rarity, would you accept?

Though I have no doubt you'd make the attempt, it would end in one of two results. A quick death for you or several lifetimes of frustration tearing up this city looking for my stash of secrets.

This perspective is uncommon. The multitude see death as tragic. If this were true, so then would be birth.

My birth name I tell no one. You may address me as Pisha. Pisha was the name of my companion and lover in a time before my death, years ago. She has no need of it anymore.

My stay in this city is transitory. I seek relics of the occult traced here, and would trade similar artifacts to acquire them... but if you wish to bargain with me, the kine upstairs must be sent down here. He has seen too much.

Tell him this was all a ruse - his friends playing a joke. He will come. He must come down here. If he leaves, the frail disguise we wear for mortals will be seen through.

Eventually.

The kine's fate was sealed the moment he entered. Do not waste time debating the morality. If a man walks into a tiger's domain, it may result in his being devoured. So it has.

I made a request of you... why have you not sent the man down?

Disappointing. He will bring others... law men... this will be an inconvenience. I should have known not to involve a novice in this matter. I go.

That may be sufficient, but the only way to be sure would have been to kill him. You should not waste time debating the morality. If a man walks into a tiger's domain, it may result in his being devoured.

Yes. I am searching for two items I have tracked to this area. One I believe may be in one of the local museums; I have not yet searched them all. The other I believe to be in the Giovanni's possession, though I have not confirmed it.

The museum of natural history housed one, of that I'm certain. I did investigate the grounds, but I have concluded it was stolen along with that sarcophagus.

A fetish is described in a nineteenth century chronicle of a British platoon's encounter with a local tribe. Soldiers would go missing in the night and be replaced by these fetishes. It may be valuable to my studies.

It is used to communicate with certain entities otherworldly. It is a tome called the "Voce del Morte". Should you find yourself within the walls of the Giovanni, seize the opportunity and take it, for they will make sure you never have another.

[Emotionless, not annoyed]Yes?

Yes. This is genuine, and of use to me. There is something resonating from it... a whisper. I will give you this in trade. It is known as the Odious Chalice - it swells with spilled blood and offers its bloat to its owner.

The Voce del Morte. The Giovanni never willingly share their secrets... and I've had little success infiltrating their strongholds. How did you obtain this?

It will take some time to translate and unlock the secrets of this. I will have to move on from this city to evade any Giovanni seeking it. Take this. This will complete the terms we agreed to, and I think it is adequate compensation.

It is the Key of Alamut. It instills dread in those that would harm you and makes it harder for them to strike you.

Make no mistake, our dealings do not make us allies. If indeed we meet again, do not ask me for any favors. I will give you this final advice, however. Leave this city. These are its final nights. Discord looms heavy, I've felt this before.

In November of , I was translating documents in Leipzig, Germany written by a purported Crusades-era necromancer. There also, I felt a sense of impending chaos. Soon after was the Kristallnacht - the wellspring of a new World War.

Death is the ultimate dilemma and integral to the beliefs and behavior of every culture. Life is bore on the corpses of the dead. Without death, there would be no motivation to accomplish anything. The only emotion would be existing. Life would be pestilent and agonizing.

If it satisfies you, I make an effort to only prey on the weak and worthless... consuming their flesh not out of spite, but out of self-preservation - I wither and rot without it. It is my survival.

That girl you sent to me... I've grown used to masquerading as one of them and seeking something suitably feeble enough to cull from the herd. That's the first time I've had one delivered.

Take my advice: leave this city, before it comes crashing down around you.

Child of Malkav, you should understand better than any other the debilities of some of these bloodlines. A spider, no - they drink only blood. My own condition is more like the mantis: I must also eat the flesh of these kine to survive.

Wait...

The kine's fate was sealed the moment he entered. Do not waste time debating the morality.

Everybody comes in here's got to have a shot, house rules. Inhibition's the first thing to go. Two more of these and you'll be telling me your nastiest, dirtiest stories. I am your beat priestess and it's time to confess.

Venus was her name, handsome. Got anything you want to confess, love?

Venus was her name. Got anything you want to confess?

No matter how many times I hear that line, it never gets any more believable. So what's your thing, hmm? Stealing from work? Sex in graveyards? Watching the neighbor's daughter with the lights off?

Mmm... sounds serious. I'm going to need details so I know whether to pour a Hail Mary or a Highway to Hell.

[Shocked but interested]Really? I don't think I've got anything in this place that's going to wash away that sin. But you know what, fuck it, nothing exciting ever happens in Heaven anyway, right?

Oh, yeah? I've been waiting for someone like you to come in here. You see, I've got this situation that's gotten a little out of hand and I need someone to inform some people that they won't be getting paid this month. Intrigued yet?

Well... the parking lot next to the Empire hotel - couple of guys, Russian accents, bit thick. I need you to tell them Venus doesn't have their money. That's it.

Drinks on the house for a week.

You want cash? Whatever, I can do that. Question is: are you worth it?

Mmm... I expected you'd bite. Empire hotel, tell them I'm broke. [Quickly]You can run, right? Never mind... just don't go starting any streetfights, alright? These guys are connected. Anyhow, a lot of people have yet to confess to the beat priestess. Later, darling.

[Pretending to not hear above the music]What?

Larry? Oh, so you're the [paraphrasing a reference she does not understand]"Action Jackson" he was going to send over?

Larry? Oh, so you're the [paraphrasing a reference she does not understand]"Cleopatra Jones" he was going to send over?

[Somewhat disgusted]Ugh! Corpse Fluid's playing over at Possession. This is Confession. No mosh pits in my establishment.

Well, you certainly did better than my bouncer did; poor dear can't turn his neck to the right anymore. [frenetic, antsy]Already had a call from Boris - wasn't too happy about tonight, son of a bitch. Say, how would you like to get into the club business, hmm?

Well, to start this club, I had to take out a significant loan from a king bastard by the name of Boris, and every time I haven't been able to make the monthly, plus interest, the bastard takes what he feels is a suitable late fee.

I've got a club to run, so I'll be blunt. I refuse to... fuck... that fat, misogynistic old man one more time to hold on to the club. So, I need someone to eliminate him. Do this and I'll make you a silent partner.

Boris is high up in the Russian mafia. Does that make a difference?

He's at the Empire hotel. Always has a few of the fiercest bully boys standing around trying to out-sneer each other. He's got a short temper, and more than likely he's been drinking for the last four hours. Here - key to the penthouse level.

Boris?

Oh, I had you figured for a pro - this kind of operation's very cut and dry. Club not enough to motivate you?

You didn't...![gasps]

Is 'at Boris' blood? Guess we're partners then. If you only knew what I had to do over the years to keep this place open. Tell you what, partner, come in every few days and I'll give you your cut. Here's tonight's.

I've got some money to make us. I'll hold your share of the profits. Don't forget to drop by and scoop them up once in a while, hmm.

Really, I'd love to hear them, but I've got to go find a new DJ. Our old one's still spinning that pixie-wavematic eighties-redux electronica - it's so last Friday. Heaps of thanks, again.

Ya, I can't hear you, let's talk in my office.

Money, right?

I've got your cut right here.

Come back in a few nights. I'll have another wad for you.

Been a while, your money's been piling up. Here, that should provide for an interesting evening.

[Screaming to crowd]I don't see enough sinning out there!

[Screaming to crowd]... ... ... shots, people!

[Screaming to crowd]Get out of your seats and onto that floor, you wankers!

[Screaming to crowd]If I don't see a sea of arses movin' in the next twenty seconds, you're all out on the curb, got it?!?

Ah, dream creature, hmm? Okay, someone's circulating the bad candy again, I see, but that's alright - no sense, no fear, right?

Playa! What's the score? How they hang? Good evening and all that commotion. Welcome to Fat Larry's truck of mack - the only store for all your needs after ten o'clock.

I am the proprietor and salesman of the month several years in a row; the ladies call me "Oh, god!", but you can call me Fat Larry with a F-A-T 'cause I know I got a weight problem and I just don't give a fuck.

Now that is a legitimate question, but a better question would be: what don't I got in this truck? Cuz at Fat Larry's, my motto is: "Everything's got a price, but I probably know somebody who can get it anyway."

Counterfeit?!? Man, I look like one of those peanut-headed, rock-smokin' brothers sellin' S-H-A-C-K shirts they made at thei' momma's house? I'm the real deal, OG, man in the alley with what you need! Counterfeit! Wh-why you gotta be like that?

Nahaa- now that's what I like to hear. But it's like this: I save my best stuff for select clientele. Now that don't mean I don't appreciate your bu'ness, it's just, you know, bu'ness.

Yo, now hold on a sec, brotha! Chill for a second, a'ight?!? Let me jus' tell you what I got. You need jewelry for your woman? I got that. You got a neighbor with a baby? I got loudass stereos. You live downtown? I got firearms make the NRA nervous.

Say now, brotha - seein' the kind of commando gear you been stockin' up on, you ain't just using that stuff for keepin' the neighbors away from your shit, is you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's your bu'ness, okay. I just figured somebody with a shoppin' list like yours might be up for a little action's all, a'ight...?

Yo, I need a hardcore, massively bionic, two-fisted yojimbo for a super-sized score. Straight up hundred million dollar movie gangsta. Y' still wi' me?

Now here's what's going down: I got a tip that the Chinatown Tong and some local boys are meetin' down at a nearby parking garage to carry out a bu'ness deal. Now, I can't tell you what they's exchangin'...

... but let's just say a certain client of mine is ready to drop some Uncle Sam-sized bucks to acquire what's in briefcase number one. You get it for me, I'm 'a not only gi' you a cut, but I'll roll out my special stock as well. Now how dat sound?

Yo, man, why you gotta shake me down like that?!? If I hadn't just got my foot outta a cast, I'd do it myself, but... Yeah, it's gotta be that way, fine! You got a discount... but only after I get the briefcase.

Yeah, that's what I like to hear. Now, if you're the straight-out, hard-boiled terminator type, I'd suggest you buy some heavy firepower 'fore you roll up to the parking garage. You need anything?

[Scared to death]Gahee! DAMN! Don't be sneakin' up on a brother with your crackhead, skin disease, test-tube baby-lookin ass! Damn near shit my pants! Sh- I don't sell no soap so what the hell you want?

Take a look. But I ain't got no rock, so I know you ain't interested.

Ugh... it's called a shower, man!

Still need someone for that job?

Outstandin'! Pass it over here, partna.

Outstandin'! Pass it here, girl.

Yeah, that's beautiful! Everything looks in order. Somebody somewhere got to be pissed off about losin' this! Too bad I sent my man right here after 'em. Alright! Let me peel off a few bills for ya, and I give you a discount from now on.

Yeah, that's beautiful! Everything looks in order. Somebody somewhere got to be pissed off about losin' this! Too bad I sent my man right here after 'em. Alright! Let me peel off a few bills for ya.

I'll just drop this off to the new owner in the mornin'. Then I'm 'oing get me a big old steak. Not that domestic stuff neither. I'm going to order up 32 ounces of Kobe beef - the expensive shit. You want to come? My treat!

Yo, you're hideous, but you're cool with me.

Say, my girl down at Confession - name Venus Dare - she aksin' around for someone with skills to - well, I'll let her tell you. I'll give her a call, recommend you, if you're interested...?

My man - what is up?

Man, what you do with all this stuff, I don't want to know. Just keep that cash flowing.

Hey, I could use a Halloween-lookin', SM gremlin like yourself to help haunt some people out of some loot for me. You still wit' me?

Oh, man, you been feedin' on that rock, kid? Nah, nah, nah, brutha, I don't sell none o' that no mo'. [pauses, looks at player]Mmm... you got some crazy eyes on you - believe me, I don't have to see the freeze-dried ice cream to know a space cadet when I see one.

Hey, so you like the pipe. Didn't say I wouldn't sell you nothing. Chill! Peep this gear I got.

Partna!

Babygirl!

Ye-eah... a'ight then.

I got watches, got jerseys, got stereos - this week only I got a Galapagos tortoise - man, I got what you need guaranteed!

I'm the man with the van supplying the Southland! If you want it, I got it, and if you need it, I can get it!

Yo, at Fat Larry's, everything must go! Especially this koala! And I know somebody needs some genuine celebrity loot! I got Alec Baldwin's sink - make me an offer!

I don't speak Chinese, but I got a crate with what I think is a genuine dinosaur skeleton. And if that ain't your thing, I got a dwarf saddle.

Can't get tickets to your favorite band - yo, I got demos, got bootlegs, got their instruments, even got some house keys!

Playa! What's the score? How they hang? Good evening and all that commotion. Welcome to Fat Larry's truck of mack - the only store for all your needs after ten o'clock.

I am the proprietor and salesman of the month several years in a row; the ladies call me "Oh, god!", but you can call me Fat Larry with a F-A-T 'cause I know I got a weight problem and I just don't give a fuck.

Now that is a legitimate question, but a better question would be: what don't I got in this truck? Cuz at Fat Larry's, my motto is: "Everything's got a price, but I probably know somebody who can get it anyway."

Counterfeit?!? Man, I look like one of those peanut-headed, rock-smokin' brothers sellin' S-H-A-C-K shirts they made at thei' momma's house? I'm the real deal, OG, man in the alley with what you need! Counterfeit! Wh-why you gotta be like that?

Nahaa- now that's what I like to hear. But it's like this: I save my best stuff for select clientele. Now that don't mean I don't appreciate your bu'ness, it's just, you know, bu'ness.

Yo, now hold on a sec, brotha! Chill for a second, a'ight?!? Let me jus' tell you what I got. You need jewelry for your woman? I got that. You got a neighbor with a baby? I got loudass stereos. You live downtown? I got firearms make the NRA nervous.

Say now, brotha - seein' the kind of commando gear you been stockin' up on, you ain't just using that stuff for keepin' the neighbors away from your shit, is you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's your bu'ness, okay. I just figured somebody with a shoppin' list like yours might be up for a little action's all, a'ight...?

Yo, I need a hardcore, massively bionic, two-fisted yojimbo for a super-sized score. Straight up hundred million dollar movie gangsta. Y' still wi' me?

Now here's what's going down: I got a tip that the Chinatown Tong and some local boys are meetin' down at a nearby parking garage to carry out a bu'ness deal. Now, I can't tell you what they's exchangin'...

... but let's just say a certain client of mine is ready to drop some Uncle Sam-sized bucks to acquire what's in briefcase number one. You get it for me, I'm 'a not only gi' you a cut, but I'll roll out my special stock as well. Now how dat sound?

Yo, man, why you gotta shake me down like that?!? If I hadn't just got my foot outta a cast, I'd do it myself, but... Yeah, it's gotta be that way, fine! You got a discount... but only after I get the briefcase.

Yeah, that's what I like to hear. Now, if you're the straight-out, hard-boiled terminator type, I'd suggest you buy some heavy firepower 'fore you roll up to the parking garage. You need anything?

[Scared to death]Gahee! DAMN! Don't be sneakin' up on a brother with your crackhead, skin disease, test-tube baby-lookin ass! Damn near shit my pants! Sh- I don't sell no soap so what the hell you want?

Take a look. But I ain't got no rock, so I know you ain't interested.

Ugh... it's called a shower, man!

Still need someone for that job?

Outstandin'! Pass it over here, partna.

Outstandin'! Pass it here, girl.

Yeah, that's beautiful! Everything looks in order. Somebody somewhere got to be pissed off about losin' this! Too bad I sent my man right here after 'em. Alright! Let me peel off a few bills for ya, and I give you a discount from now on.

Yeah, that's beautiful! Everything looks in order. Somebody somewhere got to be pissed off about losin' this! Too bad I sent my man right here after 'em. Alright! Let me peel off a few bills for ya.

I'll just drop this off to the new owner in the mornin'. Then I'm 'oing get me a big old steak. Not that domestic stuff neither. I'm going to order up 32 ounces of Kobe beef - the expensive shit. You want to come? My treat!

Yo, you're hideous, but you're cool with me.

Say, my girl down at Confession - name Venus Dare - she aksin' around for someone with skills to - well, I'll let her tell you. I'll give her a call, recommend you, if you're interested...?

My man - what is up?

Man, what you do with all this stuff, I don't want to know. Just keep that cash flowing.

Hey, I could use a Halloween-lookin', SM gremlin like yourself to help haunt some people out of some loot for me. You still wit' me?

Oh, man, you been feedin' on that rock, kid? Nah, nah, nah, brutha, I don't sell none o' that no mo'. [pauses, looks at player]Mmm... you got some crazy eyes on you - believe me, I don't have to see the freeze-dried ice cream to know a space cadet when I see one.

Hey, so you like the pipe. Didn't say I wouldn't sell you nothing. Chill! Peep this gear I got.

Partna!

Babygirl!

Ye-eah... a'ight then.

I got watches, got jerseys, got stereos - this week only I got a Galapagos tortoise - man, I got what you need guaranteed!

I'm the man with the van supplying the Southland! If you want it, I got it, and if you need it, I can get it!

Yo, at Fat Larry's, everything must go! Especially this koala! And I know somebody needs some genuine celebrity loot! I got Alec Baldwin's sink - make me an offer!

I don't speak Chinese, but I got a crate with what I think is a genuine dinosaur skeleton. And if that ain't your thing, I got a dwarf saddle.

Can't get tickets to your favorite band - yo, I got demos, got bootlegs, got their instruments, even got some house keys!

Need somethin', pal?

Hey. How's it goin', girl?

Oh man! You're a Nosferatu, aren't you?

[Noticed something, focusing sharply on the other person]Aw man! Wait. Say that again.

[Excited]There! You - oh man! - you're a vampire, aren't you?

[Unconvinced]Oh, c'mon. Aw man, you are too! Don't bullshit me man, just come clean, you know, I man... oh man. I ain't gonna tell no one. It's okay, man. I just wanna talk!

Hey, I work for a vampire! I don't know how much I should tell you but - oh man, damn! - it would be awesome to talk to someone else "on the inside", know what I mean? Hehe, oh man!

Oh, this is good. So, so what? Now you're comin' back to talk to me for what? Wha- ... to tell me you're really, REALLY not a vampire? Aw man!

Why should I tell you? You're not bein' straight with me.

[Exhilarated]Hell yeah! Oh man, I knew it! I just- Oh geez, I knew you were. I just could tell. I - oh man, this is great! And th-then I saw your teeth an-and I was, like, damn! It was like I could just sense you. The name's Knox Harrington. Pleasure to meet you. Aw man!

I'm a ghoul. I didn't know about any of this stuff until a couple months ago... when this guy just appeared and, well, all of a sudden - bam! - whoa man! - vampires are real and right there in front of my eyes. Blew my goddamn mind.

Well, the way it was explained to me, whenever a vampire lets a human drink some of their vampire blood, the human gains a little vampire power, can heal up quick and that kinda stuff. Geez, oh man! Then they're a "ghoul", and ooh, watch out!

It's awesome! Man after that first taste of vampire blood... it's like the best drug. Aw man, I'm tellin' ya, it's like... well it didn't mess me up, just made me feel like I was better at everything. I felt like a god, just suckin' on that nasty dude's wrist.

Oh man! His name's Bertram Tung. He's a Nosferatu[noss-fuh-RAH-too].

Aw man, I wish I knew where he was. I'm getting antsy waitin' around for him. I need to tell him some stuff, ya know. I dunno where he is or stays or anything. Aw man I- Whenever he needs me he just... ya know... appears.

Oh man! Well he's, like, the only vampire I know but, well, he seems pretty damn powerful. Aw man, w-when he's lookin' at you it's like he's really scanning your brain, you know, it's like trippy, it's crazy. Ho man! But I guess that's the Nosferatu's thing, ya know. They like, know everything I-I guess.

It's crazy, he just appears out of, like, thin air. The first time he appeared - bam! - like to give me a goddamn heart attack. Aw man! Especially how he looks, blech.

Uh, no offense.

Bertram says he's needed someone to do some things. Aw man, he'd been watching me work as a bounty hunter for a while - bam! - he picked me. Aw man, it's so cool. It's like a job promotion only I get to like live forever and stuff.

[Anxious sigh]Aw man! Well, Bertram had me keeping an eye on this guy, this Asian dude who's been pokin' around Santa Monica. Bertram thought he might be a vampire or... something like a vampire, I dunno.

Aw man, this guy, this... this thing... got wise to me. Now instead of me watchin' him, he's watchin' me, you know. I see this guy appear around me all the time, like off in the distance watchin' me, he'll... warp up next to me... aw man... then "whoo" disappear.

It's freakin' me out! I know this thing is totally toying with me. I want to put a bullet in its head but who knows if that'll do anything. So I was waiting till I talked to Bertram but... well... hell if I know where he disappeared to. It's messed up!

Look, I didn't wanna ask you but since you're a kickass vampire and I'm just the lowly ghoul, would you mind getting rid of this thing?

Hell yeah! Right on. Okay, like I said he's some kind of Asian vampire... thing, ya know. The only clue I've got is this driver's license that he dropped once while I was tailing him. I've been so freaked out that I haven't even had a chance to check it out.

No... the picture on the license isn't him. I don't know why he had it, but... well it might help you find out where he is and what he's doing. Here, take it.

Damn dude! Aw man, that's cold. I thought we were getting to be tight, man, since we're both, you know, on the inside. Let me know if you change your mind.

Right on! Just come back and let me know the job's done so I can stop freakin' out. Oh man. Maybe I'll see Bertram by then.

Damn, dude, damn! Aw damn! I was really hopin' you had. Let me know when you do.

Aw, hell! Arthur? Damn, man. I feel bad leaving him up shit creek, but I can't go back to bounty hunting now.

Ah come on. Imagine I'm chasin down some loser who skipped bail on a penny ante robbery charge and all the sudden some vampire business comes up. I mean what am I gonna do? Tell a vampire to piss off cuz I gotta catch Johnny Hubcapper?

Hey! What's up?

As a matter of fact I can. Go see my man Trip at the pawnshop. He won't sell to just anyone but tell him you know Knox and he'll set you right up.

Oh thank god. Oh man. Yes! That thing was hounding me, like, every night. Look, I still haven't heard anything from Bertram, sorry, okay. I'll still let him know, but for now... I have no way to repay you.

Bertram said it's like a vampire, but different... ya know. It's like what they have in China instead of vampires. He said lots of 'em have been comin' to California for some reason, I dunno.

O-ho! What are you saying?

Okay, okay, okay. Dammit Knox, damn! Oh man, alright, look, I messed up, okay? I'm just doing what I was told though.

Bertram knew you were comin', knew you'd come by here. He planted me and told me what to say about the Asian vamp, but it's true, I swear. And everything else is true too. This Asian guy needs to be taken out. Whoop! I can't do it, so Bertram needs you to.

Nah uh uh, he can't stick his neck out like that. He doesn't deal directly. His way I guess. So can you do it?

Seriously, no really, this thing is here and it's bad news for all of us. Bertram says there could be an army of 'em show up any day unless we show 'em we mean business.

Right on, man! Yes! Hey, I'm sorry again for what happened before. I still haven't heard anything from Bertram but... I'll let him know about how good you did and... and about how you were cool about everything and, and... yeah! Oh man

Hey! So, like, how you doin' on that thing we talked about?

Oh cool. He'll be glad once we get this problem taken care of.

Damn man, that's cold. That's ice cold! Damn! Why'd you have to do that, huh? I thought we were cool!

[grinning, embarrassed and proud]Well, uh, yeah. Bertram's teaching me the ropes and this was a little test, dealin' with you. But it's still serious vampire business; this Asian thing needs to be taken out. How ya doin' on that, huh?

Awesome! Bertram'll be psyched then. Well, it was great workin' with you. Hopefully one day we'll get to team up again and... well, maybe I'll be, like, a full-fledged vampire by then!

Aw, damn! You're talkin' all this crazy shit! Aw man! I bet that means you're Malkavian, huh? I know a little about you guys. Your head's all, like, messed up, right? Like Hannibal Lecter crazy, know what I'm sayin'?

Whu-? How did you know? Uh... look, ha man. I don't know what you're talkin' about. Anyway, why should I tell you anything, huh? I mean, you're not bein' straight with me.

[Surprised]Huh? Yeah! Oh man! I am a bounty hunter! And you mean like, gold like, like Fort Knox, right? Hell yeah! Oh man! You can like read minds, right? See? This is some crazy vampire shit goin' on!

Life-eater? Damn! I don't even know what that means! Is that vampire for scary-ass-Asian-dude-that-can-probably-kick-my-ass? Oh man! Cuz, like, that's what I think he is.

Bertram said it's like a vampire, but different, ya know. It's like what they have in China instead of vampires. He said lots of them have been coming to California for some reason, I dunno.

Aw man! I really wish I could tell ya, but I don't think I'm supposed to. But it's really cool to be talkin' to you, just, well, because I don't get a lot of chance to talk to vampires - oh man! - well, other than my master, so I thought I'd just say, ya know, what's up, ya know?

What's up, man?

What's up, girl?

Hey, man

Hey, girl

[Looks around nervously, lowers his voice]Look, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I'm on a "secret mission" for my master. [Resumes normal tone]Well, hey - ha! - it's been great talkin' to you, man, but I better be going - aw man! - ya know, important stuff to do.

[Agitated]Eh, not much. I'm just waitin' around for my master.

[Looks around, nervously]Okay, okay. I guess I can tell you about him.

Oh man, not good! That's why I'm waiting to talk to him.

Hey, man, just because I'm a ghoul and you're some cool vampire, you don't need to treat me like crap... 'k? Aw man, gets me SO agitated!

[Taken aback]I - I uh... [angry, petulant]screw you! I don't need this. I just thought it'd be cool to talk to you, but I guess not.

What do you want? Are you here to insult me some more?

Really?!? Heh. That is so cool, it's like, oh man, I knew you weren't an asshole!

Hey, that's messed up, man. I'm tryin' to confide in you, here, ya know.

[angry]What do you want?

[a little dejected]Okay, I guess. [getting more spirited]I guess I'm a little stressed out too about this whole Asian dude thing.

Okay, calm down. Don't be such a dick.

Okay, calm down. Don't be such a bitch.

[friendly]Hey, what's up, man?

Hey.

[hostile]Hey, dude, I thought I told you to leave me alone.

[hostile]I don't want to talk to you any more.

Yeah! Oh man!

Nah.

Thanks!

No way! Really?

[uncertain]I don't know.

I'm not helping you!

That's cool!

By the way...

Take this, man.

Take this, girl.

I'll send you an email, okay?

[exhilarated]Hell yeah! I knew it! I knew you were. I could just tell. Aw man! I mean, with you being Nosferatu and all, it's kinda obvious, but it was like I could just sense you coming, ya know. The name's Knox Harrington. Cool to meet you.

Just go down to the end of the street, make a left into the parking garage, take the steps down and the tunnel will lead you right out into the beach.

Oh, yeah, here's somethin'! There's a blood bank in the basement of this medical clinic here. That can come in mighty handy for vampires, heh heh, ya know what I mean.

Good evening, neonate... Isaac Abrams. I've been expecting you. Seems the wooden soldiers of the Camarilla shuffle in a little too often these nights. That baby-faced, two-bit prince LaCroix got something to say to me?

Very courteous of you to stop by. All Kindred that enter my domain are expected to introduce themselves. It may seem like an outdated formality, but it serves its purpose.

[Hisses through bared teeth][With venom]LaCroix... that egotistical fop. His reach in Los Angeles far exceeds his grasp.

[More venom]Prince... don't make me laugh! Prince is a title - an outdated and absurd bit of jargon given to any fool that would scheme hard enough for it. I don't recognize it, and neither will any Kindred under the protection of this barony.

I don't fear LaCroix, nor do I give a damn about his jackboots, sycophants, and court jesters. Let them all come to Hollywood - it would be a battle sequence worthy of Kurosawa.

By all means, please do. Now, tell me... what brings you to Hollywood? And don't tell me you're just here to stroll the Walk of Fame.

Heh, heh... exceptional. Come by in a little while, I should have something for you then.

A sense of humor... good, I like that. Just keep in mind, while you're in my domain you follow my rules. There's already enough dust in California as it is.

You know who could play a tough guy? Edward G. Robinson, Jimmy Cagney, Brando.... You couldn't polish their shoes.

You keep your little secrets if it makes you feel special. Just keep in mind, while you're in my domain you follow my rules. Treat Hollywood like a lady, or I'll send you back to the prince in a coffee can.

Call me old-fashioned, but this is my barony, and as is tradition, a token of respect must be paid.

[Sighs]Young ones... so impertinent and crass. Glad to see the rebelliousness of youth lives on... but you put it away when you step in this office. Hear me out you might enjoy this.

If you're the best thing the prince has got to send my way, his run'll be a short one. I've been running this town since before your grandparents learned how not to crap themselves. Do you really believe you'd get back to your prince in one piece?

But it doesn't have to come to that. All that I ask is that you pay your proper tribute, just like every other Kindred that comes through Hollywood. No more, no less.

LaCroix wouldn't have sent you into anarch territory unless he was desperate. Maybe I'm mistaken, but in your Camarilla, he can call a blood hunt on anyone who, quote-unquote, breaks the rules. Small-timer like you returns empty-handed, who knows. You want to hear me out now?

What I want is a simple exchange. Last week I paid for a certain item - a movie - and this evening I got an email saying that the seller is ready to deliver it. Unfortunately, he's become a bit paranoid all of the sudden.

Won't meet me in person, won't drop it off, won't even answer his phone. Says he'll send the location of the pickup to a computer in the nearby internet café tonight. You see where I'm going with this?

Absolutely not! You pull that cowboy routine anywhere in my city, and I'll personally take an interest in seeing you suffer. I had in mind something a bit more... subtle. Now, pay attention. Here's what I want you to do:

Go to the Ground Zero internet café, look for a directory named "Josefk" and use the password "Kafka". There'll be an email in there that will specify a nearby location. Meet the contact, pick up the item, come back. Not too painful, right?

You live long enough, you'll be asking some whelp to do the same thing. And as I mentioned, this is simply a matter of tribute.

Tough. But I guarantee you - if you do this I'll go against all my better judgment and assist you in return, even if you are working for LaCroix.

You made good time! Hand me the item.

Don't have it, do you?

Hmm... did he at least make a good excuse?

You didn't…

Ginger Swan! Swan... hmm. Not an animal, a name. Brings back a lot of memories. Seventy years ago, wasn't a man in this city that wouldn't have given up his family, career, or anything else for one night with her.

That depends... you believe in an afterlife? Ginger Swan's been dead since the fifties. Twenty years after there were still grown men weeping at her grave. I don't know how she's relevant, but I have faith you'll figure it out.

I did, didn't I? Let me know when you find the item, neonate. Excuse me.

Excellent. In the meantime, consider yourself a welcome guest in my barony. Welcome to Hollywood.

[This line is for something not connected to Hollywood][Irritated]A kangaroo court....

It gives me the opportunity to personally welcome visitors to my domain. It also helps to establish an understanding in advance, so that there are no unfortunate accidents while they are in town.

So, you've come to barter information with the Sewer Rats? LaCroix must really be desperate if he's stooped to consorting with their kind - [amused]and asking for my help, of all people's!

Perhaps. However, before we discuss how I might help you, there is the matter of tribute.

... this tape. I'm in a hurry to find out what's behind all the hype, so... get comfortable. I do have a feeling that whatever's here may be of use to both of us, however.

It's more disturbing than I was led to believe. You can understand my concern now, can't you?

I didn't doubt you'd find this... and I apologize if I was overly imperious before - a reflex action - I get a lot of young blood in here forgetting their place. I'll assist you as reasonably as I can with your task, but first...

It just so happens that around the time this snuff film started circulating, the Nosferatu disappeared. I tried to elicit their help in tracking down the source, and for the first time in all these years, I was dismayed by their absence.

I assume it does it's awfully coincidental otherwise. And those creatures, I don't know how many professional FX houses could pull those off. There's a problem though in that the film's incomplete - the first half is damaged. We need a complete copy.

If you think you can find them without my assistance, the door is over there.

Again -

Behind the spit-shine gloss of the Hollywood dream factory, there's another city churning out a vile by-product for the furtive consumption of a debauched audience. I have no doubt the film's found its way to another smut peddler. I'd ask around.

Not one brick of this city's Camarilla ground, so mind your manners. That's all I ask of visitors to my streets.

I get them plenty dirty when a neonate doesn't know their place....

Certainly.

There is something, but it involves a... Gargoyle. Hmm, I can see that's got your attention.

It's taken up residence in my beloved Asian theater. It is closed now, but that's beside the point. I sent some people to evict it, and it sent them back with a few less limbs. I can't have that monster attacking Kindred in my city.

It's a walking block of stone with a taste for blood - I'd suggest whatever method doesn't result in you being eviscerated. In truth, I'd rather have it as an ally, but I doubt it's going to be chatty. Here's the key for the theater. I'll leave it up to you.

I'm going to forget that, because I still remember impertinence vividly. See, I'm in a position and age where I can have others take care of my nuisances for me. Want to show me up? Deal with that Gargoyle.

The Nosferatu? I pity them, but I loathe their presence. I deal with them when it's necessary. I know they're beneath my city somewhere, but only they know where. They respect my streets and I keep my politics out of their sewers, but I don't trust them by any stretch of the word.

The Nosferatu? I deal with them when it's necessary. They're beneath my city somewhere, and I had hoped you could tell me what happened to them.

You've met VV, have you? Of all the Kindred I know, she seems the most alive. She's still young, though - but nonetheless adept. She's not my childe, but she's become like a daughter to me.

In your lifetime, unwittingly or not, you have seen an Isaac Abrams production. As the financier of thirty percent of American Film's top movies, you must have. Being the Baron of Hollywood, I can do any project I want

Stewart, Lean, Hitchcock, Wilder, Holden, Dean, Scorsese, De Niro, and, last but not least Ash, my childe. [reminiscing]I remember some studio suit lost in time telling me the only thing they could use Bogart for was to move furniture.

The vanity of the younger generation. Just because you've got the look, I suppose you'd like the magazine covers, the internet fan sites, the billboards.... Sorry to break it to you, that opportunity died when you did.

Unless you're the most spectacular actor I've never heard of, your look would be a tough sell. But don't take it too hard, once you're dead, there's no such thing as good publicity.

Ash. Where do I begin? Seven years ago, I saw a casting session for what would become Negative Zero. The moment I set eyes on him - the passion of his performance, I knew he had it.

I hadn't seen anything like him since Clift or Dean. He had the looks, the charisma, allure... that undefinable quality that makes a film legend. My first movie with him made him a sensation... and it also changed him.

Once everyone knew who he was, I no longer did. The parties, the drinking, the sports cars, the women.... One night, when I came to discuss his next role, I found him, nearly dead of an overdose... and I couldn't... I couldn't let him go.

I... didn't.

I acted on impulse. I had seen so many others die before their time, but with Ash, I had a chance to prevent that fate.

It devastated Ash - he still wanted to act, but I denied him his place in the limelight. He had to lie to his friends about his new lifestyle. He had to feed. I gave him a club - a scrap of his former glory. I did everything I could to facilitate the change.

He feels obligated to me. I don't think he hates me... resents me, maybe. I am his sire and he is my childe and there is a responsibility and respect inherent in that bond, even if we are no longer the friends we were.

He spends nearly all of his nights in his club, the Asp Hole. I am, I admit it, too old-fashioned to appreciate it. To me, it's the compressed essence of everything that's wrong with the film industry today.

Any luck?

I admit, I thought you'd come back here with a stone foot lodged in your backside, but I'm glad to see you've proved otherwise. You've got a lot of promise - it's a shame you're still working full-time for the wrong side.

A Gargoyle serving in the defense of Hollywood? Heh, heh... exceptional. I'm sure it'll come as quite a surprise to the first shock troop that crosses the city line. You've got a lot of promise - it's a shame you're still working full-time for the wrong side.

Yes?

Are you positive? So, ho ho... that's where the Gargoyle came from. If something like this got out, it'd be humiliating for him. Why, if the right people found out about this, it'd be all over town by the end of the night. Well done, neonate.

Then this is no doubt the work of a fiend. Hand me the tape - there might be something on it that will give us some insight into what its motives are.

The house in the tape, I know it. It's in the Hills. King's Way, if I'm not mistaken. My guess is that the fiend that made this tape is using these creatures to hound the Nosferatu, which would explain their sudden absence. They're trapped.

Well, it's unfortunate that the prince needs you to see the Nosferatu, because it looks like this fiend knows how to get at them, and I doubt he's going to draw a map for you. Looks like King's Way is your only way in, unfortunately.

I can have a car drop you off when you're ready. If I don't hear from the Nosferatu within the next few nights, I'll tell LaCroix he's going to need a new leading man and march a few of my own troops up the hill to finish the job.

An impressive achievement, young Toreador. Someone of your character doesn't come in here every night. I'd like to give you something - it's not much, just my way of letting you know that the barony of Hollywood appreciates your service.

I'm glad to see the blood of my clan has found its way into the right people. Hopefully, you won't spill it foolishly in some pointless display of fealty for that damned LaCroix. Come by in a little while, I should have something for you then.

Then there is nothing I can do. Involving myself would be... no, I'm certain Ash will find some way out of his mess.

It would be foolish not to be. Once they've got your scent, they're like a murderous paparazzi.

[Quiet, pondering]I don't question the difficulty of escape, but I have faith in my childe. I'll say no more about this.

If I may give you one final word of warning - do not trust LaCroix. Do not play the damned politics of the Camarilla. This city hasn't needed them in a long time, and won't ever.

When you're all used up to him, you'll be in no position to dwell on that mistake.

That's for you to decide. I only know who you can't trust.

Here... and thanks again for your help earlier. And remember what I told you about LaCroix. You're good, kid he doesn't deserve you.

Your clan appreciates a good joke, doesn't it? Don't you find it the slightest bit hilarious that LaCroix would send you to ask me, of all people, where he could find the Nosferatu? Has it truly come to this?

I'm willing to give you my full cooperation, provided you pay proper tribute.

I admire your moxie, kid. You give whatever it is up there hell.

[Provocative]Oh! Look what just walked in. I can't imagine you'd get much of a rise out of Vesuvius... being what you are. Maybe I'll have more luck with you.

I think... we... should get to know each other a little better upstairs, where we can... be ourselves. Come up to my room - just fourteen little steps - I'll make it worth it, believe me.

I'm not going to force you to come upstairs with me - I've never had anyone refuse - I just thought we might have something in common, you and I. Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind.

Isn't this better? You and me, alone... for just a little while, away from Jyhad, and the nonsense, and the dangers... just the two of us... mmm. I don't want to spoil the moment, but there's a reason I needed to speak to you alone.

Oh, I forget sometimes the two-faced nature of our blood. It's sad, really... the way we get conditioned so quickly, isn't it?

Oh yes. What gave me away?

Mmm.... How absolutely intoxicating for you to notice. I'm beginning to think bringing you up here was an even better idea than I thought.

Yes, just like your clan not to get it. But let's put old grudges aside, I had to speak to you up here for a reason.

The reason I asked you up here is because I, and the rest of the Hollywood Kindred, have been under surveillance lately by hunters. I didn't want you to say anything that might draw attention.

[Seductively]Maybe not....

Think nothing of it.

That may be so, but some kine are skilled beyond all our ability - some in the arts, some in murder. If they smell a corpse, they'll bury it.

Is it very difficult carrying that heavy weight of suspicion around your neck? Isn't it uncomfortable?

I'm Velvet -

Velour. But you can call me VV I only let people I like call me that. Feel free to flaunt it.

Velour. Call me Velvet

Miss Velour will do.

It's been months since I've seen anyone new in here. I was starting to take it personally. And who should finally walk in but a real celebrity. I've heard a lot about you. [playfully seductive]So, uh... wouldn't you like to know about me?

[Quickly, Slyly]Flatterer. No, I'm just a dancer. Keep it up and maybe I'll give you your own very private show. [seductively]I can make your heart beat again.

The truth can be cruel, but that doesn't mean you have to be.

I'm like a book: all you have to do is run your finger down my spine and crack me open to see what I'm about.

Hunters... yes... they've been staking out Hollywood for several weeks. They've been in Ash's club, mine, a few others. I think they're whittling down their list of suspects. I'm a bit nervous. Until recently I had one right under my nose.

For a few weeks, one of them was working here at Vesuvius, keeping an eye on the clientele. I found a weapon in her locker and I fired her. But she's still in Hollywood, watching my club... and me.

I've had to adjust a lot to this existence... and I've accepted that I may have to do just that. But I'm a suspect, and if she ends up dead and I'm seen, they'll either kill me, or chase me into obscurity, [histrionic]where I'll wither and die.

[Pause][Innocently, sweetly]Would you? ... I think it might be a little much to ask.

You'd really be willing to do this for me? I won't lie, it's going to be dangerous. But if you got rid of her, I'd be grateful... [Seductive]very, very grateful.

She works over at the Sin Bin now. Her hair's blonde - [quickly, snidely]on top, broken heart tattoo on the small of her back. Dances under the name Chastity... as if that wasn't a dead giveaway.

I want you to understand: I don't want any innocents killed on my account. So if there are other dancers or patrons around, you'll have to lure them away from her. Do it as quietly as you can. No witnesses, please. And be careful using Disciplines around the hunter.

I've got a girl, Misti... she's divine, and a willing blood doll for the right amount of money. I'll set her up for you, my treat.

Hmm... if we'd never taken the paths we did in life, could we have grown fond of each other? A shame you had to take her life... but you've saved mine, and I won't forget that.

Yes, I'm quite a compelling subject, I'm sure. Hopefully, though, I'll have some lovely young Kindred by my side to protect me.

Yes... but through this ordeal I've gained an enticing new ally... and I'm beginning to think it was fate.

Why? Are you afraid? Are you jealous of the life you lost? You're as dead as you feel, darling.

Were you trying to be witty or profound? I couldn't tell.

If you can't appreciate just how generous the gift of my presence is, maybe you should spend your time indulging in something more suited to your tastes... like a carnival, or perhaps a rodeo or something.

Mmm.... You're just saying what I want to hear. Don't stop.

Look who's back....

[elegantly seductive]Please, call me VV.

My friends call me VV, Velvet will do.

[Offended]That's Miss Velour to you.

[Arrogant, bothered]Yesss...?

Poor, poor David Hatter.

David Hatter's an aspiring screenwriter and hotel manager. He comes in more often than he would admit - several years now. Poor dear just can't get a break. I overheard him talking about his new screenplay with one of my girls.

It was about secret societies and creatures that found themselves dealing with inner beasts and persecution by elder monsters... sound reminiscent of something to you?

No... it's about Kindred.

Yes.

The details of his story were too insightful to be coincidental. I think someone's working with David - a Kindred who doesn't realize the consequences of their actions. Do you know what the penalty for revealing ourselves to kine is?

Death. I'm afraid poor David's big break, the screenplay he's worked so hard on, must be destroyed, and his less than silent partner must be... executed. I know David too well - I'm very fond of David - and I'm too close to do what needs to be done.

[Horrified at a suggestion]NO!

I don't think Hatter knows his collaborator is Kindred. You'll have to take David's screenplay... and somehow, you'll have to coax the name of his source out of him. Once you've found out who... [has a hard time saying it]kill... the traitor - [like a protective mother]but DO NOT touch David.

It's not my law. Telling humans about the Masquerade is against the laws of every faction of Kindred society. There are many that are aware of us as it is. If more become suspicious... it could mean our extinction.

David's such an endearing and creative fellow. If I did this personally, I'm sure he'd never speak to me again... and that would just break my heart.

If you so much as touch a hair on David's precious, creative head, I will never speak to you again.

David works at the Luckee Star motel. He's very passionate about his writing - he loves to talk about his craft - I'm sure he'll talk about his screenplay. It may take some persuasion to get him to give up his collaborator's name, however.

[Droops her head and nods slowly in agreement]If it has to be that way....

After this is over, I promise you'll have my complete attention.

Mmm-hmm...?

[Pause][Despondent, sad]I asked you not to kill anyone else. You may be able to wash that blood off your hands easily, but my conscience will soak in it. [disappointed]Have you already forgotten your Humanity? Because I haven't.

It was a tragedy. Loss of life is a tragedy, not an accident.

Collateral damage, expendable losses, acceptable casualties... disgusting euphemisms. Hunters are soldiers - they know they're at war - but the kine... their lives have been wonderful - but now they're gone.

Oh... I suppose I should just tear it up. But... I just - I can't. I can't rip up the product of that man's soul. Here, would you...? Tear it up for me?

[Pauses, looks wounded emotionally]Fine.

[Pauses, looks wounded emotionally]Fine... I understand.

[Shocked, dismayed, icy daggers through the heart]Hatter's dead...?

[Somber, cold and despondent]Get out. Murderer! You've killed my precious, wonderful, dear, dear artist. I'll never forgive you.

Are they...? I mean, did you...?

Hmm... I guess I'll ask someone else to finish this. Isaac has condoned the punishment, but I, like yourself, am no executioner.

It must've been difficult... but, take some comfort in knowing if you hadn't, someone else would have had to. I do appreciate your help... a lot.

Can't you tell? I simply adore you - you're so sweet to me, the way you protect me. What would I have done had you never come in here? Oh, why can't they all be like you? The world could be so... so, beautiful. Here, take this, a reminder of the beautiful girl whose heart you stole.

You're quite gifted at pissing people off. You're working your magic right now. Hatter's genius isn't very profitable - yet. Have you tried offering him money? The poor thing's on a diet of ramen and generic cola, I'm sure he'll take it.

Here. It's not a lot, but... it should be enough to buy yourself something a bit more appropriate for a personal acquaintance of Velvet Velour.

I'm willing to ignore the incredible lengths you've gone to be an asshole.

Mmm-hmm...?

Mmm-hmm....

I'm a dancer.

I'm sorry, I'd rather revel in the present than dwell on the past.

No... are you into that kind of thing? [Sound of disgust]Ugh…

Mingle, sightsee, chat - and me, of course.

Ash... Isaac does so love him. We're like step-siblings, Ash and I. But I think Ash is reckless. He's never been comfortable with what he's become... and he's getting careless.

I adore Isaac - he's the father I never had. Why, if anything happened to him, I'd just end it all... but nothing ever will. Isaac's gifted, a saintly patron of the arts, and the most respected Kindred in this city.

Mmm-hmm?

I know... I heard you from here. So, you like loud noises, do you? I asked you to be quiet! All you've done is attracted attention to yourself, and now you're in my club. You think there's any chance someone might make the connection? I don't know if you helped or made things worse.

There's only one part of my body I don't want anyone entering, and that's my head. That other name... never say it again, it belongs to a dead girl.

[Flustered]I'm not hiding my past... I'm not that girl - she was flawed, she was naïve, she was nobody - and now she's dead. Let the dead rest in peace. My name is VV. Show yourself out I'd like to say a prayer for someone I used to know.

Um, yes, well... moving on....

[Whispering, concerned]What are you doing? You can't just walk in here, looking like that! If you must talk to me, follow me upstairs. And please, try not to attract any more attention.

[Talking to someone she thinks is extremely ugly, starts out a little irritated, then pities the Nosferatu]I don't know how it is in the sewers, but there are hunters all over Hollywood lately. And unlike, say, me, you don't exactly blend in. It must be so difficult for you. How sad.

I'm sorry, I-I wasn't trying to offend you. I just meant... i-it must take a lot of time to adjust to that form.

[Apologetic]Forget I brought it up.

Get out!

Present.

The sun's gone down.

I bet.

Why don't you ask everyone else in the world? They'd know.

Me neither.

[Amused]What's the catch?

That's street trash. You want the Sin Bin.

To say yes would be an understatement. [Sighs]What do you care, anyway? I could just do it... just walk out of here and into a legend. Maybe I live, maybe I don't. What's the difference?

You might remember me from such movies as Negative Zero and Playing Dead[laughs]. Seriously, how do you walk into this town without knowing the answer to that, huh? No, you know what, it doesn't really matter.

You didn't see them?

Mmm, yeah, the biographers would eat it up the studios would sell more copies of my movies they'd probably put up a statue of me somewhere.... "Die young, live forever." I'd be one handsome pile of dust.

Maybe... but -

Hunters - in front, back, inside my club. I try to leave, they'll move on me. So, I had to ask myself, if I go out there, am I prepared to die? How many could I take out before the killing stroke, huh? Two? Three?

I could just walk out there, right now, blaze of glory. The end. And you know what? Knowing that... it doesn't bother me. And I guess the only reason I haven't walked out yet is because I'm trying to figure out why it doesn't bother me.

It would break Isaac's heart. It's good to know some good would come from my death.

That story would take too long to tell. Suffice it to say, we haven't seen eye-to-eye on too many things lately, and it's pissed off Isaac to no end.

He kept saying I should keep a low profile. He kept saying I was attracting too much attention to myself.

You don't know me. I can't sit in an office all day and play Hollywood from the shadows - that's Isaac's thing. I'm an actor - I was an actor. I... I-I don't have anything anymore, except this club, and some fame, and this curse.

I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask Isaac to save my life. Maybe I wanted to die. I was having fun, dammit! I was alive! Who the hell gave him the right to deny me that?!? I can't act anymore, I can't love anymore all I can do is... fade into obscurity.

To put it prosaically.

Isaac help me? That's a laugh. He wouldn't be caught within feet of this place, not with hunters around. Just the thought of asking him for help, that smug curl of those poison lips of his... not in this lifetime.

Did Isaac send you?

Forget it. I don't need his help. Tell him he can sit in his own office and chew on his charity.

Isaac's a gnarled old tree that wrapped its roots around this city years ago. He's a relic of an age long since past. He thinks he gave me everything I have... but all he gave me was a curse.

And what do you propose we do?

The only group I belong to is the Actors' Union. I avoid all that clan crap.

Fine. I've got drawers of the stuff. [Sarcastic]My life's so goddamn easy because of it. So how do you get me out of here to cash in?

In this town nobody's really your friend unless you can do something for them. And after all of this, I won't be able to. If you're talkin' about cash, I can do that.

D'you get that idea from a sitcom? Whatever. Look around the club, maybe you'll get lucky.

You sure about that? I don't know that you even out the odds a whole lot, but just maybe we'll make it out alive. Are you ready right now?

Looks like it won't be a problem for you if a few hunters get in our way.

If I make it past the hunters, I'm gettin' the hell out of town. Let's head into the sewers.

You better hope they get these hunters from a temp agency, cuz all a pro's gonna do is have a laugh. If it works, I'm out of this city. Here, token of my thanks.

[Sarcastic]Your opinion means so much to me.

I think that was the last one. Here, this is for your troubles. You know, I only lived in Hollywood for ten years I wonder how long I'll live on in her after I go. Hmm....

[Doing a famous line from one of his movies]It was as far as I could fall it was as low as I could go - way past oblivion to a point only described... as "negative zero".

[At this point, Ash has been tortured with branding irons and has lost his swagger][Catatonic from the fire]No mo-... no more... no more... no more f-... fire... oh, fire....

[Looks at the PC, pauses, recovers himself somewhat]You.... They've ruined my face. The fire... I can still feel it in my wounds. They'll kill me, they'll come back with their brands and it will burn!

I wouldn't talk, so they burnt me... again... and again... and again. Their eyes... they - they enjoyed it. Before they come back, I'm begging you... let me out!

I once drank from the most desirable women in the world. Right now, this bag looks better than any of them.

Hey, where are you going?!? Don't leave me here!

[Distant]Thanks. You'll never see me again. I'm gonna go somewhere no one will ever... see... this face... again.

Huh?

Cute.... Are you finished?

Ash - there. Tell your friends so they don't bug me.

Get out of my club.

Ah. It seems that these final nights have brought us together once again. I see you have begun to embrace the beast within you. I smell the sweetest blood of my brethren upon your very hands. But enough with the pleasantries. Witness the power of my flesh, transformed into the vessel of your destruction. Farewell young cainite.

{script direction}[Andrei is from Eastern Europe; it would be great if he could have some creepy hard-to-place accent. He should be strong but creepy, like a dominant male spider making sexual overtures at its prey. He is a master of manipulation, in utter control of the situation at all times (at least, that's what he wants you to believe)]

_{[transcriber's note: ....dominant male spider making sexual overtures at its prey.........kay]}

Ahh, hello young Cainite. I see your face is not so lifeless, your nerves not so deadened, that you cannot express shock. Tell me childe, is my appearance that frightening, or is it my knowledge of you that is so unnerving?

Oh, childe of Caine, the sights in this haven pale in comparison to my ancestral estate. Comfort... is a custom, and all of this artifice brings me closer to my home. Do not fear from my furniture, young one.

Not too much for those of us able to give the gift of metamorphosis, young one. I know you have a cold appreciation for the aesthetic of my creations, I see awe and longing in your eyes.

Revulsion is instinctual, and instinct is a powerful level to work toward; to evoke it, a glorious accomplishment. Revulsion is a striking color on my palette. I see wonderment in your dead eyes; you long to wield such power as deftly as I.

Then perhaps it's your longing to become something more. You've indulged your vampiric nature, reveled in your vampiric prowess, now the Beast inside of you longs to evolve further. That gift is on the tips of my talons to give.

Do not fear your nature, childe. Your body is not a dead husk, but a chrysalis of beastly splendor. Embrace it. I can take your body - this passing, mortal machine - and reshape it into an engine of Cainite fury.

[sharp, indignant]You are instantly known to me. I smell your vitae and can imagine the taste of your viscera on my talons. [sniff deeply]Ahhh yes, it's in the blood, strong and balmy. It's not yours to hide, childe.

It is not for me - it's for the will of the Sabbat[Suh-BAHT]! The Camarilla [cam-err-ILL-uh]is stunted; dead and festering in the womb, good only as pawns of the fathers. Even now, they answer the call of the Ancient and seek to free him from his torpor.

Blessed creatures; I have broken through their mortal crust and drawn from them their greatest strength: [drawn-out pronunciation]mutability. I coax bone, weave flesh, and lace sinew tight until it strains to lash out!

Illegals, mongrels, half bloods, and Caitiff[KATE-if]; the bane of society, Kindred and kine. They are as of [RM: of as]little consequence to authority as they are to me. It is... a culling, of sorts.

To gouge out the eyes of the Camarilla. The sewers are clogged with my creations. I will kill or drive the Nosferatu from their pestilent nests. Without the sewer rats to guide them, the Camarilla will be blind to the Sabbat's designs.

[distastefully]Oh yes, the "tape". Merely a test. Certainly not intended to fall into mortal hands. Fortunately, we are in the capital of mortal trickery and illusion. So did the tape drive you to find me? From whence flows your longing, childe?

Now, Camarilla whelp, let me see you fight your nature in the face of those who have embraced their Beast. Deny yourself Caine's gifts, and be torn asunder by my minions!

Cursed Tremere blood hangs heavy on the air. Young too, squirming larva of the wretched brood who stole their immortality. Tell me childe, are you scared? Do I frighten you? Is my knowledge of you unnerving?

He slumbers within the Ankaran Sarcophagus; one of the fathers whose return shall hearken the Reckoning. Gehenna [guh-HEN-nuh]is at hand and the Camarilla are unwittingly speeding us all toward our doom.

[Still civil and controlled, but barely. Slightly faster and more urgent delivery, through clenched teeth.]I recognized the smell of your blood, young Cainite - very potent, greater than our last meeting. I could smell it, even over the flood of my fallen brethren. Doesn't that make you wonder?

Puppet! The strength of your blood is all that's saved you from yourself. [rage cracking the façade]Wretched weak-minded mongrel! The blood is wasted in you. Wasted!

Miserable ignorant gutterspawn! You are blind! The sarcophagus must be destroyed!

I will do it myself if I must! And you - you will be purified. It is the blood that he is speaking through, the blood of all the pawns! It all must be purified!

Don't be ashamed of your appearance, young one. The Beast in us takes many forms, but all are beautiful in their own way. And this need only be the beginning.

Ah! You see the truth of things, don't you, childe of Malkav. Blessed with your beastly visions, you are shown that the Sabbat are the only true heirs to the legacy of our dark father.

Do not test me, young one. In time you will know the wisdom and power of the Children of Caine. Your flesh shall serve as my instrument of instruction.

Indeed. And I fear not his wrath nor his judgment. Can you say the same, Camarilla pawn? The pathetic schemings of your new prince will not save you all from destruction

[Call-in Radio Line]Good evening, Deb.

[Call-in Radio Line][Weird laughter]Do you ever worry, Deb, that the world is going to end?

[Call-in Radio Line][More weird laughter]Do you have any idea how insignificant you are? When they start devouring the world, you will be but a bloodstain on their capes.

[Call-in Radio Line]There is a red star in the night sky. The blood of mortals and the blood of ages, all will be consumed. They are coming - these are the final nights.[click of the phone being hung up]

Whoa there, slick - might want to think about knocking next time, I damn near blew your head off. Thought you might be a zombie.

Whoa there, sugarpuss - might want to think about knocking next time, I damn near blew your head off. Thought you might be a zombie.

Name's Romero... I'm the caretaker here. Well, that is, I don't exactly keep people from getting in, although that is part of my job. No, you see, I'm here to make sure nothing gets out.

I love my job, what can I say? By the way...

See it's like this: every night 'round this time for the past... oh, several months now, the dead've been getting up with an itch to stroll down Hollywood Boulevard. Nobody knows why, but they're working on it.

Till they figure it out, they needed a volunteer to patch the problem and I stepped forward. Problem temporarily solved, the baron's happy, I get to shoot zombies and guarantee I get my blood for another month. I've carved out a nice niche here.

Shoot them, blow them away, frag them - whatever the situation calls for. Sometimes I throw in chopping and dicing just to mix it up.

Who knows? Vampire necro-hoodoo, toxic waste, solar radiation - the important part is: they continue to rise up, and I get to put 'em down. Everybody's a winner.

You're telling me. Far as I know I'm the only person around Hollywood who considers marksmanship an art. A lot of the stiffs around here used to be asshole celebrities too. Bonus.

Hey - you wouldn't be interested in watching the place while I go handle some business, would you? I'm not supposed to leave or it might end up in a zombie holocaust or something. Like one time, these goths snuck in... wooh, wasn't pretty.

Well, if you change your mind, you know where I'll be. Careful not to let anything out as you leave.

Let's see... if you can't shoot straight, I can probably fix that. And I've got quite the arsenal - I can probably let one piece go. We'll work something out when I get back.

Uh, you know, I know you're technically dead and all, but... goddamn you are one striking looking piece of ass. Where were you when you were still breathing, huh? I don't suppose you'd still be interested in a little, uh -

I'll be back in about five minutes. If you should see any zombies in that time, you need to put them down. Now, they're dead, so you're either going to have to hack them up good or shoot 'em in the head. Just don't let them bite you.

Naw, it just hurts like a bitch.

Fantastic. Only one rule - nothing gets out. Keep 'em away from the front and back gates. Here, this might come in handy. Back in five.

What the hell? I can't get a six-pack without the whole shithouse going up in flames? How do I explain this? What's the opposite of not screwed? That's ME right now.

Where are my manners - thanks for letting the rotting animated corpses out to chew on the flesh of the living so I could spend all of my pre-dawn hours cleaning up decaying flesh and half-eaten dolt carcasses. Really, made my night.

Oh, I know when to pick a fight and when to back down, and looking at you - I'm sure the outcome's going to result in a very mangled me, though I might point out though that we're in a public place and, uh, I'm a close acquaintance of Isaac.

Walk it off, superstar. I may not have your powers but I can pop a head open at this distance no problem. And don't forget, we're in public and I'm a close acquaintance of Isaac. Now get moving so I can cover your mess.

Very nice. The whole time I was getting that six-pack I kept thinking, "I might've made a mistake". Can't believe I missed out on tonight's action. Eh, they'll be back tomorrow night. Hey, let me give you something for the assist.

You know, for a hot little number you sure know how to handle the hordes of the undead. I like that in a woman. I like it a lot.

If that's what you want to call it. Here, let me see if I can't improve your aim.

[To self]Hmm... what've I got to give? I can give you a couple boxes of ammo... or, uh... uh, if you need it, I can try to improve your aim with a gun.

There we go. Hope that'll help your aim. And, uh, keep the rifle. It'd be a damn shame if anything were to happen to that tight little body of yours. You keep it in one piece, you hear me?

Old Jamie Sue? Personally, I prefer the boomstick, so what the hell, she's all yours.

When you fire, keep your eyes on the target even after you shoot. And, uh, use the sight, that's what it's there for. And style doesn't count for jack if you can't hit anything. Keep that Glock to the side crap in the movies.

Ah, would you look at the time - million dollar midnight movie's 'bout to start. Tonight's Teen Mummy Meets Hercules Jr. Keep the sun off your face, ace. See ya.

How's that whole bloodsucking thing working out for you?

I knew you'd be back. Couldn't stop thinking about me, could you?

Moon comes up, dead come out, hammer comes down. TV gets, uh, lousy reception. All in all, life's hovering around... swell.

Well, when you put it that way, I'll just pick up a magazine or something.

Figures they'd come out while I was gone - guess that means they're learning. Give me a hand finishing off the last of them, would you?

Hi, Deb, this is... [making up a fake name]uh, Viggo.

Um, I'm working the late shift... here at the... uh, Yacht Club.

Two.... Actually three, one is.... in the shop.

Um.... You probably wouldn't know the brand, I, uh.... bought them in Italy.

Um... yes.

Look at how you look - why wouldn't I think you're a zombie? [shakes his head]Heh, Nosferatu.…

Hey, I'm the baron's own personal ghoul. I know about all of you.

Who else would be waltzing in here in the middle of the night?[holds out his hand]

I can try, but... it's not going to be easy with the, uh... twins... in the room. So anyway -

No, huh? Well, that's what imaginations are for. So, anyway -

Business... right. I was thinking I'd head up to the strip and look for a dance partner for the old naughty tango, but uh... you're kind of giving me the hot, uh.... Wanna save me a trip?

Fantastic. Only one rule: nothing gets out. Keep 'em away from the front and back gates and that, uh, magic ass of yours. Here, use this. Back in five.

So, uh, cold and HOT, now that that's all taken care of, I'm free for the rest of the night. And you gotta admit, uh, you and I, there's something there. Got ten minutes you want to kill

Really? I mean... REAL-ly.…

Just don't bite it, alright? ... What? I mean my neck.

Oh... you married?

I like where this is going. What's on your mind?

Joke... right. I'm gonna go grab a six-pack and maybe a magazine, so, anyway-

Really? You will? Great. I'll just stay here and keep watch. Oh, and uh, FYI I like 'em a little, you know, stacked. 'preciate it.

I hate to be a pain in the ass but, uh, the pants party's started and no one's passed out the invitations.

Hey - VERY nice. What can I give you for the assist?

Ah, would you look at the time - me and, uh... girl here, got some couchlympics to compete in, so if you don't mind...

Sometimes a man needs the kind of release putting a .44 slug through a zombie's brain doesn't provide. C'mon, you're a guy, you understand, right?

[A little embarrassed]Well, uh, I dunno... what're you thinking?

Huh? Sure. Hey -

Fish ain't bitin', huh? Yeah, I've been there. Ah, screw it, I'm just gonna go grab a six-pack instead... and maybe a magazine.

[Short of breath]Hey! Hey... hey, hold on a minute there. I'm afraid you're committing a 351, that's trespassing on private property. I'm gonna have to ask that you vacate the premises immediately or I'm afraid I'll be forced to radio this in.

Whoa there! I'm afraid you'll force me to report a 453; that's disobeying a direct order from security staff. Believe me, you don't want that kind of thing on your record, pal.

Wow. The way you said that, it was so... commanding.

Easy, chief. I have a class-C weapon license - that allows me to carry a blunt, striking implement for defensive purposes. But when things get hairy out here, and believe me they do, I pull out the midnight special. Now we don't want that, eh, do we?

Eh? What call you talkin' about there, chief?

And who might you be then, chief?

Yeah? That pay well? Takin' one look at you, I'd say - no. No shame in that. Us working class folks gotta look out for our own. You get a promotion out of it, how 'bout buying ol' Chunk a bearclaw and a cup of joe?

Yeah? That pay well? Cuz takin' one look at you, I'd say there's a lot of money in that line o' work. Me, security's in my blood. My father, father's father, my six brothers, yeah, we're all real keen on upholding the law. Like a family of Magnum PIs.

Look, uh, I'll let ya in. But I'll be filing a 62-A on this when I get back to the security station after my shift... just so you're aware.

[Confused, but pretending not to be]Uh... y-... yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's right. I mean, who wouldn't file a 45-B, uh? Everyone knows about 45-B! Anyway... uh... go ahead on in, and you have yourself a nice night.

Uh, sure... yeah, I can do that. Right this way.

[Boastful, hiking up his drawers]Huh. Well, missy... that's just a natural response that people have to someone in my kind of position, huh. The risk, the prestige, the authority... it's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.

[A bit shocked, but keeping up the ruse]Uh... yeah, you know, you'd be surprised how often I hear that in this line of work. Heh. It's the uniform, you know. Women just can't get over the uniform.

[Nervous]Well... uh yeah... u-unfortunately if I continue to engage you in conversation, it's a violation of code 613.

Uh... sorry there, chief. Talkin' on the job is a 613... that's conversing with a possible perp while in the line of duty. So, you're gonna have to move on, I'm afraid. }

Wow. The way you said that, it was so... commanding.

Sorry to be rude, it's just that the director's been a real asshole to me lately.

[Shocked, horrified]Whoa... wh- what the...?! Ooh, that bear claw's not sittin' too pretty. Oh geez. Evacuate the area![Vomit sounds]

Right... okay.

Pleasure working with you, chief. 'Member, never let the stale, spongy cake of life keep you from gettin' to the tasty cream fillin' of success.

[A bit angry]Whatever the heck you are, I recommend you vacate the area immediately before I radio for additional security personnel.... [pause, to self]That really knocked a few years off the old ticker.

Ah, hey there, foxy mama. Come back for a little more powdered sugar from your security stud?

There ya go.

Ah, I see. You must be one o' those, uh, derelict types. Forgot to take your medicine today, uh, did ya? Listen... you go over to the homeless shelter a few blocks over and they'll fix you up with a cheese sandwich and a glass of Kool-Aid.

Huh? Wha? Who's there?

Uh, yeah, sure, ah... whatever you say, ah? Just right down the block there, ya can't miss it. S'big sign on the door that says "Crazies 'R' Us". [To himself]Heh... sometimes I crack myself up.

No! It can't be... I'm useless... I'm completely useless.

The shelter's down the street, there. You leave me alone so I can do my job.

[Excited]Hey there, chief. Small world, uh? Yup, after that gallery, I didn't think I'd be able to get a job guardin' a room full o' jack squat from the boogedy man, but then I get a call offering me this sweet night shift slot and I'm back in the security game.

[Excited]Hey there, missy. Small world, uh? Yup, after that gallery, I didn't think I'd be able to get a job guardin' a room full o' jack squat from the boogedy man, but then I get a call offering me this sweet night shift slot and I'm back in the security game.

You... look familiar, chief. We haven't met before, have we? Oh, yeah, back in Santa Monica, right? I don't know what came over me back there but... now I got this sweet night shift position, and... I'm happier than the time I met Sipowicz.

You, uh, look familiar, missy. We haven't met before, have we? Oh, yeah, back in Santa Monica, right? I don't know what came over me back there but... now I got this sweet night shift position and... I'm happier than the time I met Sipowicz.

Snack cake? What are you doing here? I mean, I gotta admit I'm a little flattered if you're stalking me but, uh... anyhow, uh, you see where your little security muffin's ended up? Night shift lobby sergeant, uh? Hehe? You stick with me, cuz I'm going straight to the top, baby.

Oh, sorry, uh... didn't see you there. I, uh... just got news that my brother was killed in the line of duty. Only thing he wanted to do in life was enforce the law and meet TJ Hooker. And some young punk had to take that away from him.

Ah, well, enough about my lucky break. You, uh... here to see one of the bigwigs, chief?

Ah, well, enough about my lucky break. You, uh... here to see one of the bigwigs, missy?

Oh, I'd love to buzz you up, but according to building security protocol 916, I'm going to have to verify you're supposed to be here before I can open the elevator. I hate to be a Louis Law, but I'm new here and uh, you don't get a second chance like this everyday.

Would that be Sebastian LaCroix of the LaCroix Foundation, or Dwayne LaCroix of Insurrection Baby Formula Company?

Uh, okay then. Mr. LaCroix he told me to expect someone fitting your description sometime tonight. You go right on up.

Yeah, uh, you have a good power meetin' or uh, whatever it is you types do up there. You need any security, why you just ring the front desk and ask for Officer Chunk. That's me, case you were wondering.

[Distant]... He's expecting you. Go on up....

Ah, yeah, I get that all the time. The name goes back to my football days. Uh, actually my fantasy football days... at the station... Stationarium - that was this office supply outlet mall I used to watch. Hey, you kids, no skating in the parking lot! That was me.

But sugar pop... I thought you...? Ah heh heh, I get it... he he, you're a kidder - just like my mom. Hey, you uh, here to see someone besides your love detective?

[Distant]What's the name of your party?

Well... he knew the risks - it's a dangerous job, but, I never thought, you know, it would happen... at a tiny little art gallery of all places. This is a sick world we live in. But some people hear justice's call to arms and they gotta answer.

Yeah, you go right on up and see Mr. LaCroix.

Yeah, he told me to send you up soon as you came in. Lotsa people here to see Mr. LaCroix. Nice guy. He seems a little... different though. I wonder if he's... ah, that's his business.

Ah, you know, I'm keeping the undesirables out, and the innocent safe and secure. I'm the thin blue line that separates the crazies from the hardworking decent folks. Yup, long as I'm around, Mr. LaCroix's got nothing to worry about.

Mr. LaCroix told me to keep an eye out for you, coffee cake. Said to send you right up. Uh, you know I gotta break in an hour and a fresh box of Krusty Creams in the back...? How 'bout on your way out we huh-heh[raises eyebrows]...?

Evenin' there. ... [sniffs the air]Something burnin'? Ugh, smells like someone burnt the burgers.

Ah, sure, I'll open her up for you. ... [Sniffs air, to self]Aw geez, I could go for one of them double Space Burgers... with the onions and the cheese and some bacon and that guacamole[guac-a-mole]....

[Yawns]Ah, 'scuse me, uh, startin' ta doze off there. Whew, I need to get a guard animal of some sort to alert me when folks come in. Maybe one of them chimps like on that show Ape Detective. Ha hehe he, that monkey always gets his man!

Whu'? Oh, yeah, uh, Mr. LaCroix's expecting you. For a young guy, h-he sure likes to work late. Me, I spent most of my youth in the entertainment industry. Yup, I guarded the sets for over six top-ten TV shows!

Uh say, fruit pie... if you're still up and about in a few hours, eh, why don't you stop by at the end of my shift and I'll... treat you to breakfast, uh? Endless stack of flapjacks...? little boysenberry syrup...? your security teddy bear...?

Ah, I'm sorry there, but Mr. LaCroix, he told me not to let anybody up right now. He sounded kind of PO'ed. Must be all these late nights he's working. Anyhow, I can't let you go see him right now - sorry.

I'm sure you can make an exception for me... for me?

Mr. LaCroix was real specific. Maybe if you come back later he'll have calmed down. He seems to be all tore up about that sarcophagus that got stolen from the museum. Hmm, must be a real history lover.

Nothing personal, pudding cup, but LaCroix told me I couldn't let anyone up to see him.

Hold on there, big fella. Threatening a security guard's a violation of this building's code of conduct number five sub-paragraph roman numeral two. I'm just telling you what Mr. LaCroix told me. Now you wouldn't threaten him, now, would you?

Chief! You believe what happened the other night? I couldn't come into work on account of I'd bought a tamale from a street vendor and got the scoots something terrible. Lucky thing too cuz that food poisoning saved my life.

You're telling me. But if I had been there, those punks wouldn't have gotten past the front desk. There's two things I can't tolerate and that's terrorists and tainted tamales.

I guess you can go on up. He wasn't expecting you, but it should be alright.

Oh, am I ever glad you're safe, cinnamon bun. I was... on sick leave, when I heard about the attack. I worried you might've uh... well, anyway, your security stud's here to protect you now, don't you worry.

But, pudding pop...

But, but...

[Sniff]Aw... geez.

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, see... I don't know what happened but... LaCroix says I'm not supposed to let you up under ANY circumstances. He says I should escort you out of the building. So... I'm afraid you're going to have to leave.

I'm sorry, crumb cake. I-It's nothing personal you understand, but... Mr. LaCroix, he tells me I can't let you in here anymore, and uh, I'm supposed to escort you out. I hope you understand.

I don't want to hurt you. So go... now.

Aw, c'mon now, just leave okay? I don't wanna have to use force, but I am authorized to do so. Please don't make me do this, chief.

I'll give you ten seconds to get out of the building.

What?

If you won't go, then I've... I've got no choice.

Uh... I don't think Mr. LaCroix's expecting you. In fact, he told me I should detain you if you should come in.

Really? You're just trying to get me alone for a few minutes, aren't you?

Well, uh... I guess it's alright. Eh... go on up. Oh sheesh, I hope I don't lose my flashlight privileges for this.

[Scared]You... you stay back now! I don't know what you are but... y-y-you best go back to wherever it is you came from, huh! I'm serious now!

Mr. LaCroix's got no appointment scheduled for any gargoyles. Eh, you best get going before I call for backup, or a tabloid.

I already warned you once. We got cameras all over. You do anything and your face is going to be spoiling a lot of nice folks' dinner on the news tomorrow.

Get out, I'm warning you!

Sorry, no one's allowed up right now.

Can't let you up at the moment.

Not supposed to open the doors for anyone. Sorry there, chief.

'Fraid I can't let you in at the moment.

[Like Chunk, but distracted]Hmm? Oh, go on up.

Go on up!

He's expectin' ya.

Hmm? Oh, it's you.

Ah, let's see what we got on good old camera three! Ho ho, well, hello there! I've been thinking about you, oh yeah. I want to lick you all over... then make my way down to your creamy center and - What the[pause]...? Gah! Get your hands off my Bavarian Kreme!

[Dreaming]Huh... hezjeh, ah! Cover me, Tubbs! Huh, whu? Ah, ooh, must've dozed off for there a minute.

Hmm! That ermine-gland oil in that new badge polish really makes this sucker shine.

Camera thirty-one... nothin'. Camera thirty-two... nothin'. Camera thirty-three... office fling. Camera thirty-four... nothin'.

Huh! All these monitors and not one of them gets Chips[sigh], eh!

Camera seventy-eight... nothing. Camera seventy-nine... nothing. Camera eighty... nothing. Camera eighty-one... hey, he-e-e-y, hey - it's me! Hey there, Chunk! Doin' a fine job! Keep up the good work, me.

Camera thirteen... nothing. Camera fourteen... nothing. Camera fifteen... ooh, hey, hey where's the fire, pal, huh?!? Camera sixteen... oh, oh there it is.

Deh! Get your hands off that.

Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines - Dialog Files