VtM is owned by White Wolf and is this story in no way a challenge to the terms used from the great game.

This story may be finished it may not, It will depend on my time that I can put toward it, I was a die hard VtM player back in the Mid-Late 90's and though the new system isn't bad I always enjoyed the older Vampire. I hope you all enjoy and please leave back any reviews. Im new to writing and I can use any help, and thanks.

Midtown Atlanta, Georgia

Bank of America

September 17th 2001

Marcus Thomas had awoken early tonight. He had not awoken this early in almost 10 years, but even waking almost 2 hours before he normally did, Dustin was waiting for him the ever faithful servant. (Thomas thought to himself Dustin would make a great childe but he knew of no one who could take his place and accomplish the things Dustin did take care on a nightly basis, it would have to wait) Dustin stood there with an out stretched silken robe for his master.

"Sire, you have awaken early this evening, Is all alright or is there something that troubles your daydreams?"

"No my friend, I am ant see this night, we have much to do and not much time to do it."

"I see my Lord shall I have the car ready for you?"

"No, but have all the Clan directors report in we have much to discuss this night. "

"I will make sure it is done my Lord."

As Dustin finished helping his Lord with his robe, he bowed deeply and turned to leave to carry out his masters instructions.

"Dustin."

"Yes my Lord."

"All of them will attend tell them I want no excuses tonight, tell them their Prince demands it."

"It will be done; I will send Bison to retrieve his Clan Elder."

Thomas smiled at Dustin's reply to the Brujah Sheriff who would be sent to summon his own Sire. It was how Thomas had kept the Brujah Clan at bay, he had divided them into to camps and now they hated each other more then they would ever hate the Ventrue Prince.

Thomas had walked over to a mirror, one that was considerably older then he was. The mirror had belonged to Christoph Scheiner a great astronomer from the 1600's. Thomas always thought of Scheiner as a man of vision and one beyond his years, what a Kindred he would have made. Thomas stood looking into the ancient mirror taking in his the portrait looking back. Thomas was a good looking man who appeared to be in his early thirties he had sandy blonde hair, green eyes that never seem to rest on any one thing. Thomas was not very tall stand just over 5-7 he was one of the shortest Elders in the city but he knew what he didn't make up in height he made up in desire and conviction. Thomas was snapped out of his thoughts by a ringing phone; he walked over to answer it.

"Hello."

"Yes my Lord all Clan Elders have been informed of your mandate but two had questions, they can hold if you need sometime."

"No, Dustin what are the questions?"

"Beatrice wants to know will you be opening the floor for any new business tonight or will this be a closed meeting and Harman wants to know if you have decided on his request to open the new Trinity Amphitheater?"

"Hmmmm, Tell Beatrice yes I will open the floor for new business but the room will be closed to all except Clan Leaders including their Whips and new business will only be open once we are finished with the emergency meeting. As for Harman, no I have not looked into it further, I'm waiting on Carmichael to get back with me, but I should know something within the week."

"Very good my Sire. I will pass on your commands."

"Dustin!"

"Yes, my lord."

"I don't want to be disturbed until its time to leave for the Council. If the city comes unglued over the next two hours have Gavin look into it, I'm sure he can handle it for a little while."

"I will make sure you are not disturbed."

"One last thing, when was Sara, last seen?"

Dustin paused and cleared his throat, knowing the Prince was very protective of his unruly childe.

"Sire she was seen two nights ago at a club in up-town, the Real Deal."

"Yes I know of it Dustin, surprised to hear her taking in that type of atmosphere. At any rate have word sent to her I wish for her and I to have a sit down talk tomorrow night, and no will not do."

"I understand my lord; do you want her brought in?"

"No, I want her to come in on her own, and if she doesn't Ill deal with her in my own way."

"Yes my lord."

Thomas hung up the phone and thought to himself on how life was never this complicated when he was a mortal, nor was it close when he was a Ventrue elder Bodyguard. Thomas was never sired to do anything other then to protect his Sire, but when his Sire left the city in the hands of his eldest childe Gavin St Clair. The city turned on itself and Thomas was forced to take action or lose one of the strongest Ventrue Cities on the east coast.

Thomas thought back to those nights of when Atlanta almost destroyed itself though it had been almost twenty years it seemed like yesterday, time worked different for Immortals. Centuries felt like years, years felt like days, days felt like seconds and before he knew it he heard a knock at the door. It was Clifford and Dustin (Clifford was Thomas's driver)

"Sire it is time to go."

"Thank you Dustin time must have gotten away from me. Ill be ready in a minute."

Yes time traveled very different for his kind, he just wondered would there be enough time to save his kind or was it too late? He dress quickly and met his retainers at the elevator.

There had to be enough time all could not be lost yet, he knew he would make every effort to stop the coming doom, but would the rest of the Clans stand with him. He entered the elevator, they had to or if they wouldn't he would be one Kindred against the World.

To be Continued~