Note: There are so little Sabbat fics in here and most of them are one shots, so I decided to create my own. It's your normal walkthrough trough Vampire The Masquerade: Bloodlines, but almost. It's Sabbat styled, like what would the game be if you were actually a sireless fledgling in the Sabbat, struggling for survival.

It keeps most of the original characters, though not in the same light you see them when from the Camarilla, and adds a few new. Again, I don't own anything but a few OCs.

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I was angry. No, wait, not angry. I was furious! Rabid dog on crack furious! For my pitiful twenty years of life I took care of that old hag all the time, ignoring my personal needs, social life and preferences. She was always sick, always mad at me and always a fucking pain in the ass. After finding me in a pile of junk as a baby, she decided I owed her my life and I had to do everything for her. And I did. I found a job, did all the errands, paid the rent, bought her pills, fed her cat, beat up the neighbors… And after 24 years of this, the witch finally died. So there I was, finally able to spend the night out in town! I put on nice clothes, did my hair, put on make up, threw the damned cat out of the window, put on my new stilettos and went out. And what; Not a second after I came out of the building, some damned asshole hit me with a freaking shovel on the head and knocked me unconscious. Next thing I know, I'm buried in a fucking grave. So I did what any normal person buried alive in a grave does: dig out.

Then some people, waiting for me outside the grave, sent me to fight some other people that I didn't even know. They had pistols, sledgehammers, swords and shotguns, and what did I get? A freaking shovel!

So I go there, and from the beginning to the ending I didn't understand what the hell was all this about and why was I involved. In the end, "my people" picked me up, in some century old truck, and, again, hit me with a shovel. When I woke up, the scenery surrounding me resembled some low-budget horror movie. People, whom I have never seen in my life, were there also, discussing me! In front of me! They called me shovelhead, then talked about some prince, then something like Cumarila.

So now they told me that I had to meet some other guy. By what I understood it was pretty much the "boss" here, though they used other words, which I can't remember (probably because of all the beatings on the head).

Now, I have seen some pretty ugly people in my life. I grew up with fucking Baba Yaga. But I would never have expected what would enter the room. He was not only ugly- he was alien-like. His skin was blue-greenish, looking scaly and rough. Above his face was formed something that I can only describe as a crown made of skin and bones. His own skin and bones!

Then I met his eyes. I remember feeling dizzy just by looking at them. They were cat-like, in red and orange. It was not the way they looked that startled me however. They had this strange feeling to them, it was like I could feel them under my skin literally and crawling in there. I felt shivers. I felt cold. I think I saw hell in them.

- Hello young Cainite, - He greeted with an obvious eastern European accent. – I came to congratulate you on surviving a task most find impossible. It's a rare sight for a fledgling created during a Mass Embrace to survive the night.

He lost me on "Cainite" and I think I stopped listening then. Besides, his face was more interesting than what he spoke, and while he threw his words on the air, I curiously explored his every bone and skin modifications. At that point I was pretty sure this was all a dream and I was about to wake up any moment.

Well, 5 minuets after, I was still "dreaming".

- I see confusion in you eyes. – The guy kept talking.

Oh, confusion? Well, no shit; in one night I was beaten over the head two times, fought some people who seemed to want me dead for some unexplained reason, and woke up only to have the Predator explain to me some things that made me even more confused.

I nodded my head.

- You are a vampire, fledgling. And you are in servitude to the greatest warriors of Caine- the Sabbat. – I didn't know to cry or to laugh when he said that. And Sabbat… wasn't that a cult of witches or something?

- V-vampire…? - I finally spoke since all of this began.

- Yes. A predator more great than any creature, be it animal or human. Do not fear your nature, childe. Embrace it and dwell in your new existence… - The guy paused for a little and then looked me straight in the eyes. – However, considering the way you were Embraced, you still need to prove your worth to the Sabbat, before you can receive your Creation Rites and be a true member of the sect.

Sect? So all this was just a wannabe vampire sect?

- You will be sent to Santa Monica where you will receive a chance to prove yourself. When you're there, and let that be soon, seek a man named Mercurio, he shall tell you what to do…Now, please, excuse me, but I must leave you. Good evening, vampire. – And with that, he left.

I stood there, stunned and unable to talk for what seemed like ages. Since I never really had went out at night, I began to wonder was it normal to get beaten over the head and wake up as a member of a vampire wannabe sect, when going out. Probably not.

I turned around to look at the people around. No one was really paying attention to me anymore, like this was something normal to them. After shock came realization and then came anger. So, at this point I got pissed. All I wanted was a lame night out in the clubs and what did I get?

- CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? – I couldn't contain my nerves anymore and shouted out, making everybody turn their heads at me. And then… nothing happened. I just heard a light chuckle coming from somewhere, but other than that, they kept on with their business, talking or polishing their weapons.

I sighed. For the first time of my life I wanted to go home. Or better yet, wake up there.

- Hey, bitch… - I heard a male voice coming from behind me.

I turned to face a rather… pale guy. He pretty much reminded me of an albino, since he had all the features: short white hair, hiding pierced ears, grayish eyes with a dead stare in them, and of course, pale skin, almost white. The man was reasonably attractive, baring his well formed muscles while going around shirtless, wearing only black jeans, tucked in some huge boots.

- What's your problem? – He threw me a death stare and made me shiver slightly.

- M-my problem? – I creaked, feeling intimidated by the man before me.

- Yeah, your problem… - He repeated. – Why you shouting like that? Want a juice bag or something? – I raised my eyebrows to express how confused I was at that point. He probably noticed, judging on his sudden laugh. – Oh, wait; you're the new one, right? The shovelhead, right? Oh, damn, I'm thinking you some Malk who forgot who she is, heh. – The guy then stopped and looked at me, with an amused grin on his face. – Alright, here's where I save your unlife…

So the guy explained what was going on. He told me about the Sabbat, how they, or should I say we, think of ourselves as the only true "heirs" to Caine, who is believed to be the first vampire. And from what I understood, the sect holds a "war" against some Antediluvians, who use their lesser (meaning us) to bring the end of the world, or as he said it, Gehenna. He told me how we vampires differ from clans, bloodlines and other stuff like that, how we avoid to be exposed to humans, because they can kills us and so on and so on.

- Soo, is every vampire is part of the…Sabbat? – I asked, still hoping this was one big joke, but realizing it most probably was not.

- Pft, hell no. – The guy waved his hand, like he was chasing away some bug in front of him. – There are the Inconnu, which I doubt you'll run in to these nights, cause they're like, I dunno, six of 'em. And they don't take much part in Jyhad anyway. Just some old geezers, nothing a fledgling like you should worry about. – His face suddenly changed into a serious grimace, expressing hatred and contempt. – And the Camarilla…Now those are the guys you should really hate. And I mean hate, not just dislike…

- The Camarilla? – I blinked in confusion.

- Yeah, the Camarilla… - He repeated me, again. – They think of themselves as being the "better of two evils", so to speak. Playing the role of the good guys in all of this. They are fooling themselves. Exactly those hopeless idiots are gonna bring the end of the world at our door, only because of their ignorance and haughtiness. They refuse to acknowledge Gehenna and everything that comes with it, not for a second realizing that they are the Ancients' puppets and, when times comes, will be consumed along with all of us.

- Oh, uh, that sucks…- I found myself speechless, seeing how much this guy believed in what he said.

- Yeah… - He pondered over something for a while, then again turned his attention to me. – So, I suggest you get going, you better arrive at Santa Monica before the sun's up…

- Yeah, I guess, I should… - I looked at my broken watch, which was showing 2am. – Wait, before I go, I have this last question…

- What? – He asked a little impatient, like he wasn't the one that offered me help.

- You… you mentioned clans earlier… - I began a little uncertain should I continue with my question. – Do I have a clan?

He cackled again.

- Yeah, Lick, you're no Pander, chill. – He probably found my question very amusing; by the way he was laughing. – I knew your Sire, he was one ambitious little maniac. Too bad he died the same night he sired you, he wasn't all that bad. – The guy didn't seem a bit concerned or empathic. – Yeah, you're a Lasombra, Lick.

- Lasombra? – I had to admit, it had a nice beat to it.

- Yeah. – He was again grinning at me. – You get to have control over shadows and stuff, to be extra powerful and subject people to your will. Not bad, eh? – I nodded my head. – But your weakness… man, that's the stuff that'll kill ya…

- What? What's my weakness? – I didn't like a bit where all this was going.

- Well… you're one of the lucky ones that can't see your image ever again. Ever. – His complacent smile told me how happy he was with my shocked expression.

***

I arrived at Santa Monica somewhere around 3am. It was raining and the streets were pretty empty. I had never been to Santa Monica, so I didn't have an idea where to go or where to find that guy, Mercurio. I still couldn't fully understand what had I become, but I decided not to take a chance and wait for the sun to come up. Looking around, I didn't find anything suitable enough for a vampire to sleep in, but I decided to take a look at some Diner that was on my left.

It was a typical diner – small, not well kept, thugs with their prostitutes eating and laughing loudly. The smell of rat droppings hit me from the door, but I continued my way to the cashier. She was an old woman, wearing way too prominent makeup and what appeared to be a blue peignoir.

- What'll it be, honey? – She greeted with an obvious annoyance in her tone.

- Do you know any hotels around or somewhere I can stay? – I asked calmly, ignoring her attitude.

- Nope, sorry, honey, can't help ya. – She automatically shot out, not even looking at me. – Now you gonna order something or what?

I felt a little offended and was about to leave when I noticed the door behind the cashier.

- What's in the back? – I pointed at the door.

- It' a store. Wow. How exciting. – Her sarcasm was playing with my nerves, but I continued to ignore her. A store would make a nice place for me to sleep.

- Let me in. – I said.

- What? Pft, you on drugs or something? Seeing how you won't order anything, how about you leave, huh? – I was getting pretty angry with her.

- I said… - I decided to try the mind-controlling power that guy told me I had. – .In. – I said in a cold voice, while not breaking eye contact with her. At least that was how they did it in the movies.

She stood paralyzed for a while, but after some time, handed me a key. I took it and headed for the door. It was really a normal storage – boxes, shelves, jars and rats. I sighed at the sight of the last one, but it was the best I could get for tonight. The important thing was that there were no windows. I sat at the outermost corner from the door and closed my eyes.

I was still hoping that I will wake up in my old apartment.