CMAeris: Hiya! This is a novelization of a VTM game with a group over skype. I tried to keep everyone's character true to how they're played in the game with some minor changes and added dialogue. Kudos to all the players and the GM in the game for putting up with this story. Other than that, please enjoy this rather strange story.

The Mistbourne Chronicles

Chapter One

Chatter, glitter and a room filled with fucking vampires. The only consolation was that none of these vampires are the sparkling disgrace that most girls seem to be lusting over the last few years. What kind of fucking vampire sparkles? A low growl emitted from the short teen studying the ongoing party. Fairly short, she looked no older than fourteen of age, but being here in the party of vampires, it was no doubt she was older than she seems.

"Temper Alps, it wouldn't do if you start something in the presence of the prince." Her Gangrel sire chortled.

"I'm not going to start anything." She muttered with her arms crossed, looking more harmless than threatening to anyone looking.

Her sire snorted in amusement as he petted her head. "Enjoy the party. Just make sure to greet the prince when the time comes."

"Go get drunk." She retorted in annoyance.

The man gave a laugh as he left, heading towards the bar filled with blood and alcohol. Alps kept to herself as she watched the proceedings of the party. Two stood out immediately in the crowd of vampires, an old man robed in a hooded cloak holding an aged staff with a intimidating owl perched at the top, another, a half-man, half-stag being mingling with the rest of the party. Neither she was inclined to speak to; she was more interested in watching for potential threats from her fellow kindred.

The most intimidating in the room was likely the Gangrel sheriff hovering near the prince, looking everywhere, just as she was. Despite his intimidating presence, Alps noticed an idiot waltzing up to the prince and interrupting his merrymaking. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but the prince did not look impressed when he was done. If anything the prince fanned him off as if he was an insignificant insect.

Her eyes trailed after the idiot as he moved to the old man with the owl and later to a timid looking girl hiding behind a peculiar looking man. How pathetic, she's not going to last long clinging to her sire like that. Losing interest, Alps turned her attention elsewhere. How much longer until the prince was seated? She sighed in annoyance as she leaned against a nearby table.

Everyone was either feeding off the assortment of mix blood or mingling. An annoyed tick was starting to twitch under her eye as she tapped her foot impatiently.

"Good evening, you're a bit young." Alps glanced up with annoyance at the voice. It was that idiot from before.

"And what's wrong with being a little short? I could fucking tear off your limbs if I want to." Alps snarled.

"And I could dust you with a single touch." He retorted.

A Tremere, she reasoned in annoyance as she glanced over his person. Unlike her, he was formally dressed for the party, and adorning his clothing were Celtic symbols.

Temper. She remembered her sire's words. Grudgingly, she stepped away before a fight could start. It wouldn't do to start a fight here in the prince's court. She would never hear the end of it from her sire.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before the prince was finally seated and those who have yet to greet or pledge to him came to his presence.

The first to talk was the Tremere, named Norman, and wouldn't you know it, the idiot had already pledged himself during the party, why he bothers coming up again is beyond anyone's thought. The next was a decayed looking vampire and Nosferatu, named James, he was brief and to the point, something Alps could respect. The third was a foreigner, one that Alps find mildly interesting at this point.

"I am Aleksey!" he said in a heavy Russian accent. "I new to town. Greetings to your majesty, I hope to have safe passage through your town yes?"

"Hmm?" The prince hummed in boredom with his chin resting on one hand before waving him off. "Oh yes, welcome to the town, safe passage and all those other pleasantries."

Alps glanced around, the only ones left was her and the timid looking young woman standing next to her. It didn't seem like she was going to talk anytime soon, and Alps had no interest in wasting anymore time.

"I pledge my allegiance to your highness." Alps said briefly with an arm in front of her and a slight bow. If it weren't for her sire's suggestion, she would never have bothered with this. Getting involved with politics was never her thing.

The prince looked mildly amused. "Yes, you are quite young aren't you child? Run along."

The sound of grating teeth could be heard by all. Alps said nothing as she stepped back and away from the prince as she resisted the urge to throttle the insipid bastard.

The last to present herself to the prince was the timid young woman. She promptly walked up with a small curtsy and introduced herself softly. "G-good evening your majesty. My name is, my name is Laura."

"Yes, yes. Very well, go enjoy yourselves." The prince dismissed with a bored drone, but as the group was walking off the sheriff approached the prince with a grim face.

The room fell silent as everyone tried to listen in on what was being said, but it was obvious that it wasn't something pleasant as the prince's face twisted into a scowl. Fury rolled off his person as he slammed his hand on his throne.

"That insolent wench!" He snapped and turned his attention to the retreating group. "You five! Go get me the head of Baron Estemonte!"

Alps resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Really? Not even one night in swearing allegiance to the man and he's sending them off to kill a baron. Oh, did she mention the person they're hunting is a fucking baron? Someone that is likely more powerful than a ragtag team of… Alps glanced at her team again. A team that consists of a Tremere, a Nosferatu, a Gangrel, a foreigner she's not too certain of, a timid girl that doesn't seem like she could harm a fly. Never mind that, she could see this is going to be one hectic night.

"Of course, my prince… Can you tell us a little more about the Baron?" The Tremere asked.

What followed after was a torturously long-winded attempt from the Norman to get any information from the prince that could assist the fight against the baron. At least it felt long-winded to Alps, by then she had already tuned out whatever was being said. If they were to bring the baron's head back, it just means they have to find some way to kill her without her killing them first. Wasn't that simple enough?

"What would you get?" The prince's drawl drew her attention back to the group. "How about this? You don't die, the next time I see you."

Alps was speechless, the idiot actually demanded some sort of payment?

"Um… that's good payment." The Tremere murmured quietly as he eyed the sheriff standing menacingly by the prince. "We'll be off my liege."

"Finally." Alps muttered under her breath as she sticks her hands in her pockets and turned to leave. At least she thought they were leaving.

"Wait!" The sheriff called out as they reached the lobby.

Alps glanced back warily as the group listened with rapt attention. Who wouldn't? The man was the prince's sheriff. And if they failed to bring Estemonte's head back, it's likely this man that will hunt them to the ends of the earth.

"Listen, you don't really have to bring back the baron's head. Just get a treaty or a signature of loyalty and that would be fine. The prince will cool off eventually." He spoke softly.

"… We could do that and the prince would not kill us?" The Tremere asked cautiously.

"I'm quiet certain." The sheriff replied as he glanced back to the crowd. "Now if you excuse me, it's time for the entertainment. I'm having a duel with a werewolf tonight."

"A werewolf?" The Tremere gasped.

"Aw! I wanted to see that!" Laura whined childishly.

Alps raised a brow. Maybe the young woman wasn't as timid as she originally thought. How were they getting to the baron's estate?

"We go by car." Aleksey commented as the group gathered outside. A look was shared among them before they followed the Russian vampire to his SUV.

"WOOH! WOOH! I want to drive! I want to drive!" Laura flailed her arms wildly for the keys.

Aleksey stared at her for a moment before shrugging. He saw no harm in her driving his car. "Don't dent my baby." He said as he tossed the keys to her.

The young woman gave a squeal as she caught the keys and rushed to climb into the car. Alps was quick to take the front seat before anyone could decide they wanted it… Little did she know, she should've taken the backseat.

It turned out, Laura was a Malkavian and her driving… was a little less than sane. Alps wasn't sure what they ran over along the way, but she was strapped in by the time the car ran the first red light and by the end of the ride, she was clinging to the handle bar above hoping for her dear after life she doesn't see her final death so soon.

"Looks like we're here." Norman commented as they all stepped out of the car.

What greeted them was an old mansion with the grace and extravagance of old money and power. The group was not impressed, considering the prince's party was so much more. A clicking sound of a gun being loaded drew the group's attention to the source.

"Aleksey bring AK-47, da?" The Russian vampire inquired as he pulled more weapons from the back of his trunk.

"… We're not fighting anyone!" Norman quickly interrupted. "Look we only need to talk to the baron and convince him to give us a signature for the prince."

"We can convince baron with gun." Aleksey reasoned with a tilt of his head.

"No!" Norman looked between him and the mansion. "How about this? You stay out here and wait. If we're in trouble then you come guns a blazing. Deal?"

"Aleksey wait five minutes."

"Look!" Norman sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose finding himself lost for words dealing with this man. "Estemonte is a baron. Which means he is an elder of sorts and QUITE powerful. I don't think we want to pick a fight with him."

"But… if something goes wrong we should have a way to signal him to come help us." Alps inserted.

"Fine! Fine! Come in when you hear a gunshot." Norman muttered under his breath as he turned to the mansion. However, not even a step towards the mansion he looked back warily. "You're not going to come in with your weapons after we walk in are you?"

"I make no promises." Aleksey rested his gun against his shoulder.

"…I could stay behind and watch him if you want." Laura offers helpfully.

"Yes, thank you Laura." Norman said in relief, but paused when he saw his remaining teammates. He gave a dejected sigh and turned to walk towards the building. "All right let's go."

Alps glanced about for security measures, but it seemed like the owner made no interest in modern technology. Still, it doesn't mean she's not on her guard just the same. While she was studying their surroundings, Norman made his way to the door and knocked. The door creaked open as an old ghoul in a butler suit stepped out to greet them. Darkness enveloped him if not for the candle he held.

"May I help you?" He asked with a raspy gasp. He was positively ancient.

"We wish to speak with Baron Estemonte." Norman quipped.

The ghoul rasped for another breath as he stepped back into the darkness. "Very well. Come in."

Norman glanced back to the group with a slight nod as they followed the ghoul in. Moments after they entered, the door slammed shut and locked itself.

"May I have your coats please?" The ghoul rasped as he held out his hand expectantly.

Norman and James looked reluctant. To ask for a vampire's coat meant that the ghoul wanted them to be unarmed before meeting the baron. Alps gave a shrug as she handed her wool coat to the man. She had no weapon on her person. There were no qualms for her to part with her coat.

"Gentlemen?" The ghoul inquired again.

"Very well." Norman murmured as he and James reluctantly handed the ghoul their coats.

"Excellent, this way please." The ghoul rasped again as he led them to a nearby door. "Milady, you have gue—"

BANG!

The group tensed at the gunshot as the ghoul crumpled to the ground. The door drifted open. On the other side was a curvaceous woman grinning seductively as she pulled the gun back in amusement. Her clothing showed plenty of her cleavage and legs. She leaned back without a care as she waved her gun about.

"Nice shot madam." The ghoul rasped out as he slowly crawled back onto his feet.

"A-are you Baron Estemonte?" Norman asked cautiously as she glanced over the group lewdly.

"Yes." She drawled. Turns out, the baron was a woman. "My, aren't you an interesting one?"

CRASH!

The window behind the woman shattered as a grenade flew through and landed on the ground. The woman glanced at the item with boredom as the group paled with terror. Alps hastily grabbed the grenade and tossed it back out the window watching as it exploded and a trail of gas following its descent. From there, she could see Aleksey pulling back from his throwing.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Alps snapped.

"I helping!" Aleksey shouted from outside.

"Sorry! I tried to stop him!" Laura added.

Alps held back a growl of annoyance as she glanced back to the rest of her current team. Norman was apologizing profusely, and James had moved himself to a corner near the door.

"I'm terribly sorry, we have a deranged member in our group, we tried to keep him outside to stay out of trouble, but I'm terribly sorry for what he's done." Norman worked out nervously, trying not to offend the woman.

"Hmm." She shrugged, not caring at all as she ran a passing hand over Norman's behind. He jumped at the touch as she sashayed to the chairs. "Shall we take a seat?"

Only Norman took the invitation to sit. Alps and James opted to stay by the window and door for their own reasons. Whether to watch out for another Aleksey attack or flee at a moment's notice. Norman was not happy to be sitting with the baron by his lonesome.

"Well, what do you want?" She drawled. "It's not every night I have suitors at my door."

Norman gave a brief glare to his companions before clearing his throat. "We're just curious to why you did not attend the prince's party tonight."

"Oh, his parties are such a bore, I rather not attend." She sighed in boredom.

"But you're dressed so lovely for the evening, are you sure you want to miss out such a chance?" He tried to sway her.

"Yes." She glanced at him with a wry grin as she leaned forward onto her empty hand, showing plenty of cleavage. "You seem to want me to go badly, why is that?"

Norman breathed through his nose quietly. "… We would like for you to sign an allegiance with the prince."

"And if I don't want to?" She glanced at her nails.

"…If you don't sign this, my companions and I will die." Norman added slowly.

"And what do I get from this?" She leaned back and draped a hand over her waist.

"Um…" Norman paused for a moment.

"Idiot." Alps muttered under her breath.

"Well… if you do me a favor I'll think about signing something of the sort." Estemonte droned.

"… What exactly do you want us to do?" Norman asked.

"Oh nothing too difficult. I just need you to get rid of some Anarchs for me. They've been a nuisance as of late, feeding and barging into my territory as if they own it." She sighed.

"…Anarchs? May I ask what would be dealing with?"

"Brujahs."

Norman was silent. "Brujahs? Exactly how many Brujahs are we talking?"

"Oh… give or take twenty or more… maybe on the more side." She hummed.

"… You want us… to go against over twenty plus Brujahs?" Norman asked in disbelief.

"Fine, fine, I'll sign it now and throw in an offering with it. Now will you do it?" She polished her gun absently. "I am getting quite bored with this conversation."

"… If you would please." Norman murmured.

"Very well." She sighs as she snapped her fingers for her ghoul to bring her paper and a quill. Using her own blood as ink, she scribbled furiously with a flourish before handing over the paper with a lazed presentation.

"…Can we have the address to the Brujahs' location?" He asked.

"Oh you can get it from my ghoul. It's quite a flaming bar. You won't be able to miss it."

"Here you are sir." The old ghoul rasped out as he handed him a crudely drawn map.

BANG!

The old ghoul was once again shot and rasping from the ground. "Excellent shot… milady."

"…We'll show ourselves out." Norman choked out before James was out of the door.

Alps stayed only long enough to watch Norman get his ass pinched by Estemonte before he scrambled out of the room and fleeing. A grin creeping across her lips as they left the manor.

"Sorry!" Laura apologized profusely as they got near. "I tried to stop him, but it didn't work…"

Aleksey shrugged. "You said gunshot."

Norman glared at him before taking a deep breath. "Head back to the prince's party. We have her signature, we'll get to doing her request after dropping this off with the prince."

"All right then!" Laura said as she climbed into the driver's seat as everyone else piled in. The ride back to the party was in silence, this time Laura was driving at a saner pace. It wasn't long before they've reached the building and with all the guards at the party, they went in with no difficulty.

As they walked in, a cheer erupted as a snarling beast whimpered and a wet weight landed on the ground. The room was singing with blood in the air. Weaving through the crowd and reaching the open floor, they spotted a trail of blood on the ground as the ghouls dragged off the corpse of a werewolf. The sheriff was sweeping off the dust on his clothes as he returned to the prince's side.

Norman cleared his throat as he stepped up and bowed slightly to the prince. "Your majesty, we've returned with a pledge of allegiance from the baron." He presented the paper to the prince.

The sheriff took the page and handed the paper to the prince. The group stood in silence as the prince glanced through the page, murmuring as he read through its contents. A mild look of annoyance crossed his face as he crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside.

"You haven't read the note have you? " The prince drawled.

"Erm… Sorry sire, no we haven't." Norman admitted sheepishly. "What did she say?"

"Vulgar things the woman's usual." The prince sighed. "Very well, go retrieve that offering she mentioned." He fanned them off yet again.

Alps could see a grimace on Norman's face. None of them had thought to read over the agreement before offering it to the prince. Who knows what insults Estemonte have written.

"Of course my liege." Norman replied as they left the building once again. "Note to self, check paper next time."

"So what now?" Laura asked as they walked back to the car.

"We're going to tell some Anarchs to leave town. Here's the address. No one bother me for the next 30 minutes." Norman grumbled as he climbed into the back of the SUV and plopped down meditating.

"What wrong with him?" Aleksey asked, not looking all that interested at the answer as they all piled into the car.

"…We have a lot of Brujahs to deal with." James says quietly as Laura started the car.

The Russian vampire raised a brow as he pulled open his jacket and checked over the various grenades and weapons hidden in its folds.

"… Why do you have so much?" James asked warily.

"Aleksey own weapon emporium. It has good motto." He commented.

"… And what motto is that?" James asked.

The weapon-loaded vampire raised a hand and drifted it across the air as if showing his audience something tangible in front of him. "Come to Aleksey's quality weapon emporium. Prices so cheap even the Malkavians think it crazy."

"Erm… very nice." James commented as he pretended to clear his throat and ignore the heavily armed vampire sitting next to him.

Silence filled the car once again as Laura drove… At least for about twenty minutes.

"FUCK!" Norman shouted in frustration as he muttered curses about someone named Lawrence, under his breath.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Aleksey asked.

"I wasn't napping!" Norman snapped. "I was talking to my sire to see if we could get some help."

"Did it help?" Laura asked quietly.

"No." Norman grumbled under his breath. "We need to strategize. We're up against a shitload of Brujahs."

"Aleksey bring guns."

"Enough with the guns!" Norman shouted.

Alps sighed as she tuned out the rest of their so call planning. What a night this is turning out to be. With Laura's speedy driving, they made it to the location of the Anarchs' hideout under an hour. The area was quite desolate sans a group of homeless in a distance crowding over a can barrel fire. The rowdiness of the bar could be heard even without stepping through its doors.

"All right…" Norman took a deep breath as he glanced over to Alps. "Uh… how about you come in with me first? It doesn't look like they would hurt a little girl."

"…" Alps opened her mouth to correct him, but she snapped her mouth shut in annoyance. It wasn't even worth arguing anymore. "Fine."

"Aleksey you can back us up..." Norman said exasperatedly. "And don't fuck up."

"Aleksey never fuck up." He said as he cocked his gun.

"Please don't fire your gun." Norman begged.

"Aleksey doesn't repeat himself." He retorted.

Norman pinched the bridge of his nose as he walked towards the bar with Alps in tow and the rest of the party following close behind. As he pushed open the door, the sound of heavy metal assaulted their ears. As they looked in, there were Brujahs in every corner of the room, not a mortal in sight. Dressed in various levels of leather and bondage, it looked like they've stepped into a BDSM sex shop.

Chatter in the room died as the group walked in. James was quick to slink into the darkest corner of the room with Norman following him close behind. Laura looked about, standing very out of place with her timid nature. Alps on the other hand looked absolutely gleeful despite the threat of possible death by a Brujah mauling.

Aleksey stood the firmest in the group as he strolled over to the bar and tapped on the hulky vampire's shoulder. "Where is your leader?"

"You're speaking with him. What'd you want?" The hulking vampire grunted glancing at him and the rest of the group. "Two women, a Nosteferatu and a child. Interesting group you have here."

"I have proposition." Aleksey started. "For you to leave area."

"And why should we leave? This is our territory." The Brujah leader growled.

"You are aware of Baron Estemonte, da?" Aleksey commented casually.

"What did the bitch tell you? That this is her territory?" He snorts. "The little bitch just waltzes in here and takes ourterritory. She has some balls to ask us to leave."

"No sir, you have no balls." Aleksey retorted.

Norman palmed a hand to his forehead; an audible slap could be heard as flesh met with flesh. He groaned as he made his way to James hoping Aleksey didn't just bring hell to their little group.

"You want to repeat that?" The Brujah roared.

Aleksey tapped his chest. "You are little bitch. You use crappy guns from China. Until you get good gun not made from China, you are not a man."

"What?" The Brujah looked lost.

"You're using bad quality gun. I will make you deal." Aleksey drawled as he pulled out a card and handing it to him in one fluid motion.

"What sort of deal?" The Brujah looked at Aleksey warily as he glanced at the card. "Aleksey weapon emporium?"

"Aleksey arms dealer. Good AK-47 in stock. You leave for one day and Aleksey make you good deal."

"… Just one day?" The Brujah asked with a frown.

"Why leave for good? With good AK-47 you can take back territory from baron bitch. It's all about planning."

The Brujah looked at the card and then back at Aleksey. Uncertainty still lingered on his gruff face. "…How fast can you get it here?"

A grin spread across the Russian vampire's lips. "We ship from international waters. Give me two weeks."

Alps watched in amusement as they hashed out the last of the details of their deal. Norman couldn't have gotten a better reaction from this group of Anarchs compared to their Russian companion. It wasn't long before Aleksey was finished and earn a firm slap to the ass from the laughing Brujah.

"We will leave the area." The Brujah declared. The rest of the Anarchs agreed.

"Good doing business with you." Aleksey replied, ignoring the slap to the ass.

"And I look forward to those guns." The hulky vampire said as he walked to the door with him. His wandering hand found his way to Norman's behind before delivering the second pinch the Tremere's cheek has suffered tonight.

Alps covered her mouth as she tried terribly to stifle her laughter. Norman fled from the bar in haste with James behind him. Laura and Aleksey followed after with an even pace. Alps on the other hand jumped up to give the hulking Brujah a goodbye hug. The Anarch bar was possibly the highlight of her night.

The vampire chuckled as he patted her head. "All right sweetheart. Get on out of here."

Alps hummed happily as she skipped back to the car.

"…Did you just hug the Anarch leader?" James asked as she jumped into the car.

"Yes." She replied cheerily as she buckled in.

"…Okay…" James became quiet once again.

The ride was silent for all of two minutes before Alps cracked up laughing. "So how was it like to have your ass pinched and molested twice in a night?"

"I hardly find that hilarious." Norman grumbled out.

"Twice?" Laura asked curiously.

"Once by Estemonte and just now by the Brujah leader." Alps grinned cheek to cheek. "No really, your ass is very popular tonight."

"Oh shut it." Norman grumbled.

Alps made no further comment, but the group could hear her snickering for the rest of the ride back to the baron's. This time, the group went to the manor as a whole with the ghoul butler greeting them like before.

"Ah… you're here for milady again?" The ghoul rasped as he stepped aside and ushered them in. "She is waiting for you."

"How did it go?" Estemonte drawled as she walked in.

"They said they'll leave." Norman reported. It seemed like tonight's task was over.

Unfortunately, their hopes were doused. The roaring of motorcycles neared the manor. The group rushed to the broken window and glanced out. Coming down from the end of the street were two motorcycles, each with two Brujahs racing towards the manor. A Molotov cocktail could be seen in one of the Brujah's hands as he readied to chuck at the manor.

"It looked like you failed." Estemonte sighed as she pulled out her gun.

"Wait!" Norman protested wanting to find a peaceful way to deal with the attacking Anarchs.

Alps was having none of it. It was enough that they were running from place to place and now they're having a Molotov cocktail threatening them? Someone is getting hurt tonight. With a jump, Alps crashed through the broken window and raced towards the oncoming bikes using her celerity.

She leapt into the air and delivered a devastating kick to the Brujah with the cocktail in hand. The kick landed soundly into his face and he flew clean off the bike. The cocktail dropped onto the vampire behind him and bottle broke atop the second vampire's head. The burst of flames spread over his body as he too fell off the bike.

All the while, the bike was used as a kickoff platform for Alps to dodge the raging flames. Her clothes were barely singed when she landed a safe distance. The other pair of Brujahs raced off after the encounter. She glanced over to the remaining Brujah as she waited for his next attack.

"Ugh…" The hulky vampire groaned as he crawled back to his feet. At a closer look, she recognized him as the Brujah leader she hugged not even an hour ago.

Was he going to attack? Were they going to have the entire group of Anarchs on them?

"…Aw man… I'm never going to live this down!" He complained as he rubbed his face. "Beaten by a little girl. Damn!"

Alps grinned slightly. That was a pretty good insult, beaten by a little girl. She's really starting to like these Anarchs.

BANG!

The leader Brujah toppled to the ground as blood spewed from a smoking hole in his head. Alps quickly turned around and spotted the baron pulling back her gun with a pleased look.

"Well, they are good for target practice aren't they?" Estemonte drawled as the group backed away from her.

"… Something just crossed my mind." James murmured. "Anarchs aren't the type to leave quietly..." The rest was left unspoken. They weren't trying to attack them; they were just leaving with their own flair.

"Oh very well." She sighed as she left the window.

Alps stared down at the corpse before her a little disappointed. She liked the rowdy Brujah. Oh well, no reason to cry over spilled milk. She made her way back to the car as the rest of the group exited the manor. Norman was reading through a piece of paper as he walked back to the car and nodding to himself before pocketing the paper. The ride back to the party was silent. Everyone was relieved that the task was finally over. All they needed to do now is to report back to the prince.

When they stepped back into the party, they spotted a conga line dispersing and implications of plenty of questionable events that occurred in their absence. For example, the Nosferatu Primogen was dancing naked atop the stage. There was a story behind it, but Alps wasn't all too interested in finding out how or why the corpse-like man was up there, naked and dancing.

Reporting to the prince was a quick affair with the prince himself looking quite drunk by then. Norman handed over the piece of paper he was reading earlier and it was finally over.

"You can go back to the party." The prince sighed, he looked ready to leave for the night.

From there the group broke up. Alps was glad that she was finally free from the weird adventure that she was dragged into. She grabbed a drink from the nearby table and found the stag-man lounging atop the table she was grabbing the blood form. Laura decided to join her when the stag-man started talking.

"You there, youngling! Aren't you too young to be in an event like this?" He boomed out in his drunken slur.

Alps placed the glass against her lips to keep her from exploding in his face. If she ever found the vampire that sired her, she will give him a good pounding for doing it when she was so young. Her current sire though… She glanced about for the Gangrel and spotted him at the bar, steadily building a pyramid of shot glasses.

She decided to turn back to the conversation between Laura and the stag-man as she finished the rest of her glass. There was something strange laced in the blood, she swirled the blood in her mouth a little and sighed. Someone infused narcotics into the blood. No wonder the party was so strange. Someone spiked the drinks.

"There's a war coming!" The stag-man hiccupped.

"What war?" Alps asked as she set the glass back on the table.

"You know…" He slurred. "The war between your kind, my kind, the werewolves and all those other people. World ending and all."

"What do you mean?" Laura asked.

"Ah, nothing to worry your little heads over. Just know the shit storm is coming." He raised another glass to his mouth before passing out on the table.

"… A whole lot of help that was." Alps muttered darkly.

"What do you think he means?" Laura asked meekly.

"Who knows." Alps muttered as she glanced around the party again.

This time she spotted the three guys from her earlier little group talking with the old man with the owl. Well, James and Norman were talking with the old man. Aleksey was oddly, trying to talk to the owl. Probably the strangest thing she'd seen all night.

CRASH!

Alps corrected herself. That was not the strangest thing she's seen all night. The man who just crashed in through the stain glass windows was the strangest thing she's seen. The man was in a flamenco styled Zorro costume with a pink feathery masquerade mask over his face. She had never seen so many colorful frills on a man in her life.

"Oh no…" Laura sighed as she placed a hand over her face. She looked utterly embarrassed.

"The children! Help the children at the iron factory!" He begged dramatically resting the back of his hand on his forehead.

He looked briefly at Laura first before moving onto each of the vampire in their ragtag team. The man dropped his cape in an exaggerated flourish and crashed through yet another window. The party was silent for a moment looking at the two broken windows and a floor covered with glass. Then promptly returned to the party as if nothing happened.

"…Who was that?" Alps asked as she stared at the broken windows.

"… The Malkavian primogen." Laura muttered darkly, her timid voice gone for a moment before she stormed over to the abandoned cape. Norman and James were not far behind.

She really shouldn't go over. She should really mind her own business… Alps sighed in defeat as she trudged over to the group. Damn her and her curiosity.

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CM Aeris: How was it? Good? Bad? Leave a review! And if you're interested in listening to the game it is posted at ObjectsInSpaceStudios in blogspot hosted by the GM of the game. Also thanks to Norman's player, Rob, for beta-ing this chapter!