Bull At Hallowbrook Hotel

Fucking bitch. Cunt. Slut.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

…

Damn Toreadors are pussies, man. Pussies, I tell you. All they do is sit around their fancy-schmancy clubs and mansions and galleries and smile and do nothing. Her, though…

She's been a thorn in our side for some time now. First, she blows up our warehouse in Santa Monica. Then, she screws with our operations in Hollywood. And now this.

Hell, I don't believe this. There she is, strolling all casual-like through the front door, in her white slut-coat and the knee-high slut-boots and her thousand-dollar purse. Damn, for a moment there I almost thought that we were in one of them fancy mortal restaurants or somethin'.

Well, my UZI is ready. Imma murder this bitch, just you wait.. Homies behind me are loading their pieces too. Yeeeeah, we gonna make short work of this cunt. Only…

Only she is walking through the corridor like nobody's business. An' she's smilin'. Like this is the most fucking hilarious dig she's ever been to. Like it's a fashion show. Like she owns the fucking place. Fucking Toreadors, man. Fuck's sake, I'm tellin' ya. They think they are all high and mighty and shit and then you put a few bullets in their heads and they get the final death no problem.

"Come over here, bitch!"

Yeah, this is Johnny, alright. Wolf-whistles and all. He never liked Toreadors. I guess it comes with being Gangrel. Not that I can talk, being a fellow Gangrel myself. Man, I hate those pompous, arrogant fucks.

And the smile gets a bit wider. It's showing teeth now. And her dainty hand is reaching for the damn purse with the most fucking casual movement ever.

I howl in rage that borders on incoherency and my packmates behind me are doing the same. We are Sabbat, bitch, and we lit a fucking fire under your Cammy prince's ass. You don't do casual with us, you fucking cunt. I swing my UZI to finally shoot the bitch, when I see the dark depths of the Desert Eagle's muzzle that the Cammy has somehow pulled out of that whore purse of hers.

This is complete bullshit.

The muzzle flashes.