The abandoned warehouse was rocking as a party was in full swing. Even at 1 a.m., there was enough Goths still out to have a good time. Various cars were parked around the warehouse with their headlights on for light. Over in a dark corner, Wendy Pander sat quietly. She watched the party goers through her eyes and licked her lips softly. She couldn't help but chuckle as she watched her Sabbat mix with the mortals. It would be a shame that some of the mortals wouldn't be going home again, but at least the Sabbat would be well fed.
"Good evening, miss."
Wendy snapped her head towards the sound of the voice and saw Andrew sitting on a car hood. Gone was his loafers and dress pants. The Ventrue Primogen was dressed all in black leather. Silver studs lined his pants and heavy soled black boots covered his feet. A green silk headband was pulled over his left eye and a large blood red cross hung around his neck. He leered at Wendy and she drew a short blade from within her coat.
"Who are you?" Wendy demanded.
"Who I am and how I got here is not important." Andrew said as he slipped off the car hood. "What I have to offer is."
"What could you offer that I'd be interested in?"
"Julius."
Wendy sheathed her blade and raised an eyebrow.
"Come now, my dear. I know the Sabbat were good actors, but even your performance of mock surprise needs work. Try pouty lips. They may not help, but it may distract most males."
"What are you exactly?"
"I am just a man out for some revenge and I thought we could help each other out. You get Julius and I get rid of the Prince. I have a plan that would give Julius to you on a silver platter."
"Go on, stranger. I'm listening."
Andrew smiled and began to tell Wendy of his dark plan. In his heart, Andrew secretly rejoiced and found comfort in the fact that Julius's demise was only a few hours away. The night wore on as the two vampires discussed their evil deed.