Note: Any nights that are not recorded are nights that Vice could not write. Various reasons and events can and will delay the flow of Vice's nightly journal.

Night 11

Again it's been hard to write.

Night 12

How do you explain total fear and fury?

I can't stop shaking.

I now know ….no where is safe.

Night 13

The jewel heist went well. When the others were gone a Nos came to bang on the door. Kalina and I would not let him inside. Apparently though he was selling guns. Pink was mad at Kalina. Lorelei tried to get me to help go after him but I refused.

When Pink left for the Inside Outclub, we left to move into the town house, Anika helped set up for us.

It was nice. We ordered beds. Lorelei purchased a computer and serviced a home security system.

It won't keep Creed away.

Actually, he came that night.

Fear has Creed's picture next to it.

I think he wants me to be like him. All I want to do to hurt him as he has hurt me. Sadly I don't think I'm that creative.

He left two daggers. I think I would like to use them.

As for this night. We hunted. It amazes me that I can function and write so calmly about any of this. Maybe hate is replacing my fear. I guess I am slowly becoming like him. I can't decide if that is a good or bad thing.

Lorelei got herself in trouble while hunting. Luckily she got herself out of it as well. I think it might have had something to do with the all those police cars driving though the park.

Lorelei wants to mingle with the "important" kindred but their location rotates. We had to go talk to Devno. A Malkavian that makes Kalina look normal, perhaps down right boring. Through a lot of crazy talk we found out it would be at Luigi's. A Giovanni's buffet.

Lorelei is making me go.

I think his eyes are imprinted on mind, just empty black orbs grinding into mine.

It's as if he's always watching.

Night 14

We went to Luigi's tonight. There doesn't seem to be many Sabbat Kindred running around in New York these days. At dinner we barely had ten kindred, including us. I got some really nasty calamari pasta, it almost made me glad I can only drink blood. I really miss chocolate.

Once dinner was over the Cardinal asked us to do a favor for him. Something about delivering a package-a package to the head honcho of the Sabbat. He had been at dinner with two panthers guarding him. Though the Cardinal didn't specify when or where yet.

Ever since we came to New York we've suppose to be on guard, that the Sabbat are barbaric violent kindred. To me their not much different then the Camarilla. Take it I'm new, very , very new to this world, so I probably don't see to clearly. Then again, maybe I do.

After dinner, Armani gave Lorelei some pistols. If he isn't trying to win Lorelei's heart then I don't know what. She won't admit she's interested in him, only that he might be useful in the near future.

Night 15

I got a belt for my daggers!

That is about the only exciting thing that happened tonight.

I'm trying to live my life one night at a time. So far I been fairing. I still have a hard time sleeping. And every so often a memory will hit be during the night and it just about takes all my willpower to not shiver in fear. I'm trying to hold it together but then sometimes it hits me all at once. Not to mention my sire's sporadic visits.

I want to go home, but then I don't know what will happen. Perhaps it would be safer to stay in New York, but then Creed found me here too. It puts knots in my stomach, because I know he will visit again. He's fucked me up enough already, isn't that enough?

I'm not sure really what I'm suppose to do.

Night 16

Ankia's photo gallery went well. She sold a lot of her pictures. I still don't like her, though she's been friendly enough. She has to be compensating for something or have some other motive. Nobody is that nice, especially in kindred world. She even let Lorelei drive the car home.

Back home Nicodemus's assistant was waiting in the lobby. I think I had meet her perhaps once before, but to be honest all the people I meet back home blend together. Lorelei seemed glad the Prince still believed us alive. Kalina was not happy this woman was here.

Upstairs, the assistant- she didn't introduce herself- let into us about not laying low and was worried about us being this close to Stargazer, known to us as Anika. According to her databases Anika was part of the Black Hand.

She asked for all the information we had gathered and everyone we had meet. There wasn't a lot and she wasn't happy with the small amount of Sabbat in the city. Stupid Lorelei also told her about Creed's little visit. All I can think of is that little bit of information is what's going to have him coming back to mess with us again. I hated telling her he was my sire, I hated the look she gave me even more.

The assistant delved that the Sabbat had been rumored to of found something of importance. The name she gave sounded more like a French designer label. All Kalina explained was that it was bad, very bad. So much so that she was ready to go home that instant.

It worries me, maybe because the worst thing I can think of is my sire. Something worse than him, then that is something to be highly concerned about, but then I don't think I can think of anything worse than Creed.

Next time it will be a different person. Lorelei was just relived that we hadn't been forgotten. Once the woman had left, Lorelei called her a bitch. All I could think was, well is that not the kettle calling itself black.

Night 20

I haven't wrote for a few days. We haven't done much these last four nights. Stayed in and waited for the Cardinal's package. I'd did suggest we go see a movie but that idea was shot down fairly quickly. According to Lorelei we not on holiday so participating in normal activities is out of the question. To me going out on a Friday night for a movie is a good cover, I mean what kind of spy doesn't enjoy himself every once in a while.

Anyway, Netlika came tonight with the package. It isn't much, a simple envelope. We are suppose to take it to Quebec, Canada. I've never been to Canada.

Lorelei decided to go talk to Andrei's contact in New Jersey for some back up. First though we bought a car.

It's a really nice car. I think it was an old kindred's car for all the fire power we found in some hidden compartments. Let's see we found a phosphorus shotgun, a few grenades, a machine gun, and some other strange looking explosives. I don't know how to use any of them nor I'm I sure I'd exactly want to but Lorelei seemed happy, only she did get mad at Kalina for messing with the grenades.

In New Jersey, Andrei's contact looked to be a drug lord. It smelled really funny in the old factory. Lorelei took care of business. We didn't get much else than a few bullet proof vests and a single person to help us out. But I guess you take what you can get.

Our other party member is another Malkavian, by the name of Jingles. Lorelei kicked us out at a carnival Jingles was suppose to be at, all the while caressing her new weapons. So Kalina and I swam through the masses to look for Jingles.

Kalina took the fun house and I watched the passing people. But there were a lot of people out there. Eventually Kalina came out with Jingles. She was wearing a blood splattered jesters outfit and a white painted on face. All I thought of was the movie It. She wasn't what I exactly expected.

Once everyone was in the car we started our journey to Canada. When the sun was beginning to rise we settled into a crappy motel.

I'm writing this as Lorelei sleeps and because I can't. I'm not sure what this journey is going to unfold or if it's going to get us killed. But so far it's been a fairly nice road trip. I wonder how long it's going to last.