Just as I exited the door another Vampire, or kindred, as they like to call themselves, made his presence known to me. His name is Jack. Sick sense of humor. But likeable enough. He wanted to show me how it is done. Did a decent job of it, too. If it hadn´t been for him, I might not have survived my first night out there.
Jack told me about these crazy Sabbat motherfuckers, how to use my Vampire powers and survive.
Well, he doesn´t seem to be with the Camarilla, that Vampire mob headed by the Prince, who are as close to the „good guys" as it gets. But he is still decent. Told me to meet him at the Last Round in Downtown. Might be a good place to start learning more about the politics of this midnight society.
So the prince set me up with a hideout in Santa Monica. Wretched place. Poster of that freak band Lacuna Coil on the wall. Right away there was a lot of interesting stuff to check out...
There was some sort of letter by a man called Strauss, a Tremere Regent? I don´t recognize this kindred term...
The prince pressuring me to meet Mercurio already, even though I was still sore from that Sabbat attack earlier the evening.
Some spam about a a guy called Kilpatrick who handles bail here in Santa Monica. Fascinating. I always wanted to be a headhunter.
I also checked the paper and some serial killer is stalking the night. Also a Vampire? Wouldn´t fucking suprise me!