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Johnny stepped away from the group and walked determinedly towards the loose gang of hooded figures lurking around the lamp post. He walked and listened to the waves slosh against the posts of the pier.
One of the members of the group around the lamp post broke off and walked towards Johnny.

"Aye, how yad doing Jay?" Johnny said to the man. The man stood slightly taller than Johnny, he wore a red hooded sweater and loose baggy jeans with white sneakers. Jay looked aprasingly at Johnny. "I'm a'ight John, how you doing?"
Johnny smiled. "Not too bad... " he said, relieved to be greeted with something like friendship.

Jack followed Skulls to the group of hooded anarchs, never taking is eyes off them, never letting his guard down. He trusted his friends judgement, but still he could never be too careful. He stood there in the moonlight with his hand in the pocket of his black riped jeans, keeping his fingers on the handle of his switch blade. He gained his composure and smirked, flashing his fangs at the anarch that Johnny was talking to, "How goes it."

Angelo watched as a gorgeous couple, he could only imagine the Prince and her mate, made their way into the club. About time, he thought. He didn't want to be there all night but he waited a bit before heading to the Prince. Give her time to get settled. After about 10 minutes, he made his way to her.

Jacks smirk was quickly gone, replaced by a stern look. His fingers reached down further across the cold handle of the blade. "Yes, there with us, we have a favor to ask of you, a serious issue has arisen, one that I think urges us to make decisions neither of us really want to make." Jack slowly looked at each of the anarchs, putting his Presence into his eyes.

Renee sat there, legs crossed, her long raven black hair cascaded over her shoulder and those dark lashes surrounding those astonishing hazel eyes stood out even more. Her olive complexion, showing her Italian heritage, shone, as her skin glimmered, in a way. She wore a red halter top, that met at the middle of her thigh, and underneath that were a pair of black slacks, slowly parachuting out over her black, open-toe, high heels. Her nails were painted that crimson red as her top, and her manicure was tipped with the nice crimson color. Her ears were pierced and holding the silver jewelry of loops on the bottom lobe, and a small star in the next holes up. She had a cartilage industrial in her left ear, which left it rather odd, but she was an artist of rock. A silver charm bracelet hung on her right wrist, as she collected charms when she was still living. It had one of a guitar, honor roll, and other various items.

Those eyes looked up from bloodwyne she was holding above the table, and placed it down, hands falling into her lap. Her eyes then reached Draven's, and she simply lifted her shoulders and let them fall, looking away.

"I'm not sure about that dear. I was hoping to hear from Skulls and the others tonight. All I could have is patience."

Hearing footsteps clammering up the stairs, she stood and turned to face them. She saw the young Italian, unsure of his intentions at the moment. Once he came over to her and kneeled, and her hand feeling his, and after she heard his words, she nodded. A small smile appeared on her worldy face, and she moved that hand which is taken by his, up to lift him to his feet.

"Rise young Angelo. I honor your presence in my city, and would like you to know you are very well apreciated. From Italy, are you? I am as well."

She said with with a smile, signaling Randal, her ghoul, to grab a glass of bloodwyne for the newcomer. He nodded and left the three of them there. With her hand still in his, she led him over to the table and offered him a seat, as she returned back to her seat.

"So Angelo, tell my why you are here. I am open to stories.... and don't worry if it's long, I have all the time in the world."

That smile widened, as her hand slipped from his and lifted her glass of wyne, and there she took a sip of it, and with a smile on her face, she placed it down. Randal reappeared, leaving Angelo's glass beside him.

"I am from the lovely island of Sardgena... I hope you have heard of it. And your sister... we will find her.... we should. Is there a reason why you are looking for her?"

A black Lexus pulls up and stops across the street from the club "Neptune's Fury". The back windows are tinted, and a shade separates the front seats from the back, making it impossible to see the passenger inside. The driver, a short, mousy, and somewhat unattractive little man, steps out and walks across the street and enters the club.

Upon entering the club, the man, Rick, walks over to a handsome man in a security outfit.

"Excuse me" says Rick "do you know Renee Caspiano?"

The security man nods

"Then, would you be able to give her a note for me?" Rick takes a small note envelope out of his pocket and holds it out for the other man, who simply nods and takes the note.

"Thank you" Rick says as he turns to return to the car. As he sits down in the drivers seat, a low, raspy voice speaks to him from the back seat.

"Did you give it to her?" The voice asks.

"Yes" responds Rick.

"And Mortyx has informed the Nosferatu, which leaves only the Anarchs...." says the voice "Well then, take me out, Rick. I am hungry."



The security man walks upstairs to the VIP room and hands the note to Renee. The note reads as such:

Greetings, Prince Caspiano. My name is Nicholas Gennadivich, and I am using this note to announce my presence in your city, as according to Camerilla customs. I hope you can forgive me for not coming to meet you in person, but I am afraid that presents too much of a risk, both for myself and your valued "Masquerade".

I believe this would be a good time to tell you of my "occupation". I understand you are having problems with Anarch riots within your city, and I assume you wish to put an end to these. If you wish to use more...forceful methods, I can provide the necessary "equipment" for such an endeavor. I cannot discuss details in this letter, I hope you understand. If wish for more details on anything pertaining to myself, I suggest you ask my brothers under the city. Should you do this, word will reach me and we will be able to set up a more personal meeting between ourselves.

I look forward to you patronage,

Nicholas Gennadivich

In one of the seedier districts of San Diego, a prostitute is walking along the sidewalk when a black Lexus pulls up next to her. One of the tinted rear windows rolls down, and the face of a stern, hook-nosed man looks at her from within the car.

"How much?" He asks. Her response is simple, $30. "Get in" he tells her, and she does. As she turns to look at the man, the mask of a thousand faces falls, revealing a hideous, beady-eyed monster. She trys to scream, but a his gnarled hand blocks her mouth, while he moves his fangs to her neck. And then it goes black.

"Is she...dead?" Asks Rick from the front seat.

"No" replies Nicholas, "she is just unconscious. Find a place where nobody will see us and stop so I can get rid of her."

A few minutes later, Rick stops the car in a deserted ally. The back door opens, and the prostitute is placed on the ground. Then the door closes and the car drives away.