Vampire: The Masquerade

The Masquerade is what protects us. It keeps us safe from the Humans, from their interference in our affairs and from hunting us. We hide behind our own glamours and spells cast to keep the humans out. We huddle together in the dark places, frightened of the light, of exposure, of life itself. And we were safe... until now.

The glamour has failed, our shroud has been torn asunder and we are exposed. Never have we been so vulnerable. We stand naked before the world of men, seen as the creatures we are, out of their nightmares but made flesh.

The Masquerade has failed. A journalist and a vampire hunter joined forces and revealed the existence of vampires to the general human population. In shock, the Camarilla have called a council in London of the leaders of each of the seven clans. While the world reels in horror at the existence of these creatures, the council must work out how to survive, whether to try to restore the Masquerade and what to do with the two culprits of the total devastation of their society.

All of the leaders are converging on London now. Once there, they'll be called to council. If you're not a leader, feel free to start elsewhere but most of the action to start with will be in London. The leaders are as follows:

Brujah - Valadour (Last Arrow)

Gangrel - Cryo Wolf

Malkavian - Malkav (Spectrum)

Nosferatu - Still free

Toreador - Cassander (Gambler)

Tremere - Tlieso

Ventrue and leader of the Camarilla - Ravenscar (Walkingstone)

Basic vampire powers:

• Shape-shift into a wolf or a bat (except for Gangrels who can shape-shift into any predator or scavanger)
• Telepathic between clan members
• Immortal

Basic vampire weaknesses:

• Sunlight (burns if you've eaten, kills if you haven't)
• Decapitation
• Holy water
• Crucifixes
• Need blood to survive

Rules:

• No god-moding
• No powers - you've got the basic vampire powers plus those of your clan (see the OOC board)
• All OOC in the OOC board, don't clutter the RPG with it: OOC Thread
• Only vampires and humans need apply (as in, if you're not a vampire or human at the moment, you're automatically made one for this RPG, so no aliens, robots, cyborgs, mythological creatures, tamagotchis or muppets)
• No auto-hits, remember this is a story RPG so while there may be some fighting, it's mostly about the story
• Be respectful, it's no fun to play if it gets too silly
• Finally, I'm the GM so any problems or questions, either PM this account or Ravenscar.

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Lights glittered in the darkness, a hundred billion tiny stars sparkling across the vast city, winking and dancing, reflecting in her shining eyes. From her haven, she could see all the way from Greenwich in the south east up to the West End and further. The City itself was a beacon, a mirror to her Canary Wharf, that always drew her eye. Normally such a view was relaxing, it centred her to look out and see the rightness of the world. But not tonight.

Turning away from her mocking city, Raven drifted to where a wide ebony desk spread across the pyramid office, computer screens surrounding the comfortable chair, each one showing the same thing: a picture, the picture, of a vampire. The proof, according to the press, was undeniable. Vampires were real and they were here. She shuddered as she leaned to play the video of the revelation again. A man and a woman stood side-by-side in sheer smugness, looks that Raven would one day happily seer from their faces. The whole of the Sabbat and Camarilla was exposed in one fifteen minute segment that had now been played on all of the major television news stations across the world. The Masquerade had failed.

In one wide sweeping move, Raven swept all of her screens onto the floor, a howl of rage and fear echoing around her empty office. She knew that the noise would attract her secretary and single confident but as tears the colour of blood trickled down her cheeks, she didn't care. She didn't even make a movement when she heard the door open and the inevitable clucking sound in response to the destruction.

"Call the Council of Seven. The leaders of the Camarilla must meet," she said.

London what a city the street crawled with people ,mostly poor but he would not be picky, the moon was like a blanket of light on this evening filling the very streets he walked, People where falling out of pubs, Ladies of the night stood and waited to make there money , What a wonderful night indeed.

Valadour, prowled the London streets he had received the call, London was busy as usual no one taken notice of him, Fresh blood run through out his body , He lifted a white handkerchief to his mouth flashing his perfect fangs for a moment, The taste of London so sweet and yet so bitter , It’s does play wonderfully on you tongue”.

He was a tall man to most , Almost perfect in appearance, His long black hair curled down his back, His eyes where as if the stars had been picked from the night sky a placed on his face, White as a freshly laid snow was his completion, But his red lips broke your attention from that, It was as if he could trap you with a smile, His black pin stripe suit was perfectly matched to his grey shirt and red tie , He walked with a black cane with a wolfs head for the handle.

Paris

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Cassander leader of the Toreador stood in front of his full length mirror buttoning up the cuffs of his black armani shirt. Standing at 6'6 with green almost fluorescent eyes he was as beautiful as he was vain. A tall sleek women entered the master bedroom slowly walking up behind Cassander and robbing his shoulders.

Must you go?

"I have no choice. Its Raven, she's called a meeting of the clans."

All of the clans? But there hasn't been a meeting like that since the days of the pure bloods. Here let me help you.

The women slipped Cassander's suit coat on over his wide shoulders.

"Tis truly worse then we first suspected. I fear drastic measure must be taken to ensure our survival."

Cassander turned and kissed the lovely women on the cheek and then headed out the door and into the backseat of his Royals Royce.

"To London Jacob, and hurry."

The Comb hospital, Ireland.

Malkav sat high in his throne, made of the decaying body of the criminally insane ward, his own council scattered around him lying on the floor.

“The shadows of the moon no longer lie to us, they ring clear to our embrace”

The council to the human eye seem useless but they are in deep meditation, their leader, renamed Malkav, saw the fate of the clans in a vision, he new it was only a matter of time before the council was held time, that time had now come.

A council member shot high into the air he began to shriek,

“Caine your children are in need of your guidance” A pause “My children were forfeit long ago, you slew my first born and condemned yourselves, now is your judgement now we will see who is the strongest of you race. You hide in your caves, dank and decrepit you are nothing of what I am HOW DARE YOU CALL ON THE HIGHER POWERS TO GUIDE YOU, YOU ARE SCUM. BE GONE”

The vampire began to bleed from his eyes and slumped bask on the ground as he slipped away to his bloody grave he uttered,

“The war is upon us, all will fight, none will survive”

As was the tradition food was brought forth for the council after their precognition. A crying baby was handed to Malkav. He drank deep, restoring his youth like complexion.

“So it is done” Malkav issued forth from his throne. “We leave for London, NOW”

London was an old town. Though Kordel had not been present at its beginings he could feel the history seeping up through the layers of human building. He smiled, revealing the two pointed teeth that betrayed his nature.

Vampire.

The word had once struck terror into the hearts of mortals. But for a long time now, the Masquerade had been in place. No longer would the kin attack in the night, carrying off children and virgins to devour. But the days of blood promised to return. The Masquerade had failed, torn asunder by the prey. Soon the Vampires would strike, riding a wave of death and pain to the crest of the world. The word Vampire would no longer be a fairy tale, once again it would be the harbringer of terror and death. Kordel quivered in anticipation.

He turned and strode back through his 'gallery', taking in the scenes of abstract beauty that he had accumulated over the seven centuries of his life. Delicate landscapes that captured the ruggedness of the Scottish highlands mixed with portraits of his kin and sculptures of tangled bodies, held in the last throwes of life.

What point was there, in living for eternity, when one could not experience all that was best in the world.

"Ma'am," the cultured, careful tones of her secretary said as the older-looking man placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Ma'am."

Raven was lost in the lights of the city, she wanted to float over the air currents, free from the chains of office for once, free from responsibility. Instead she turned, her fire-blue eyes burning with hurt and hatred. "How could I have been such a fool, Stevens?"

Old, tired and sorrowful eyes shone back at her as he guided her to the desk where all of her computers had been cleared away. The tech-support team would come in later to replace it all but for now people wanted to keep away from the CEO of Raven-Tech. "You couldn't have known, child."

It always amused her when the old Human called her that. She was almost a thousand years old, older than most of the living Embraced, and yet this pup of a boy at seventy-two called her child. "There will be repercussions and we must be ready for them."

"We will."

Malkav stormed through London.

It had not been a long flight for him and he felt rejuvinated by the fresh feed. He had only brought five from the clan, a small group, yes, but he did not go to the council to wage war, he went with message of prophecy and the down fall of the Vampire race.

The host of six moved fast through the streets. Although nearly empty some mortals still remained on the streets, one made the mistake of approaching the group.

"HEY LOOK ITS A VAMPIRE" He shouted. He was drunk. Malkav stopped and looked at him.

"Long gone are the days when we were gods." He human stopped and began to walk over to Malkav. He stopped before the vampire and knelt. "Our place is no longer amoung these cows," He placed his hand on the mortals check "even if they are so susebtable to death"

Placing his finger over the mans eyes he gouged them out and the body fell limp to the ground.

Malkav licked his fingers, he had grown weary of hiding but he had not wanted al the clans to be revealed in such a way.

"My friends, technology has made gods of men." He sighed "come we must go. I do not wish to be late"

They continued on there way to the council, storming through the night.

Only when out of sight of the body did the man begin to scream. His friends croweded around him, but his mind had been laid waste, he was hollow, a shell.

Malkav owned his memories now.

The dark figure arrived at Canary Wharf , He looked around the air was sallow and cores, Moving forward ,his nose tweaked he could smell Humans, not to far behind him ,they had followed him for about half a mile moving a little faster slipping into the shadows he waited, Two men appeared both dressed like vagrants , One had a knife.

“Where did he go , Damn he looked like he was rich tw…” Valadour had appeared behind the man , There cheeks where touching as he ran his gloved hand down the mans face, The man could not move he was trapped in his powerful grip “Hello children “ his voice was a hiss, The true mask was ravelled his beautiful eyes where now yellow, Much like a wolves ”Leeeet him go “ It was easy to pick on humans so fragile , like little dolls “Why , lets play a little shall we “ the mans neck broke like a twig , Valadour stepped over the mans body , moving with such grace he approached the .

“I have fed tonight , But what say , shall we have a little sport” He was terrified unable to move, “I wonder little doll, Is your life flashing before your eye’s , Are you worthy yet to die,” His fangs were now just touching the mans neck, How did he move so fast , “Youuuuurrr a Vam” taking hold of the mans hand in his “That’s it say it out loud …,Vampire” the bones in his fingers broke , The man tried to scream it was to late, Valadour had sunk his teeth in.

The mans eyes glazed over as he fell. Picking up the bodies in each arm he threw them into the river , “Well tonight was not a totally waste, Now onwards” flicking his cane up into his hand he walked to the Pyramid

Malkav and his company arrived at the Wharf. Malkav could sense the recent death around the area, it had the marks of Valadour about it.

Standing infront of the pyramid the group vanished into thin air.

The vampire hunter that had followed them fell onto the ground his memories now also apart of the Malkavian collective.

Malkav appeared in the building at the conference room he took his seat and waited for the others to arrive. He whispered orders to the other five companions and they vanished one by one in to the night.

He sat, alone in the room and thought.

The fate of the clans would rest on how much he was willing to tell the other lords about the new arisen prophecy. But first on the menu was dealing with the traitors who incidently destroying Masquerade destroyed the entire Vampire race.

A Crow cawed on the rooftop by Valadour. The Crow flew down and behind a crate on the pier. From behind the pier came a white wolf, its fur white as snow.

As the wolf walked towards Valadour, He morphed into a Human. At least, it looked like a Human. "You always loved to play with your food. Hello, Valadour." BloodClaw said, walking up to him.

BloodClaw, as Scott Wolfman had been named, was the leader of The Gangrels, a beastial Vampire Clan and one of the Seven. He was also the youngest ruler of the Clan ever recorded, looking like a mere 14-year-old in human form.

The Ganrel were a scarce clan, most of its members were lone, barely travelling in groups. BloodClaw would change that. He was trying to unite the Gangrels as best he could. If he could not, he would at least uphold their Protean form of Magic with honor and strive to be the best leader of The Gangrels there ever was.

BloodClaw was in Scotland at the time of the call, visiting clan members by one of The Highland Lochs. He had seen the News Segment a before, and worried what it would do to the Vampire World. He had flown from the town of Drumnadrochit to London in Crow form, just arriving on the rooftop as Valadour threw the Humans into thr Drink.
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"Hello Bloodclaw" Arrow smiled at him, He was one of the lesser Clans , but Valadour liked him."It is a curse of mine , They are so easily broken," He entered the building and head to the room, He walked into see Malkav sitting,

"Malkav , how are you this evening" He sat putting his cane on the table and resting his legs up on it to , the council needed to deal with this threat and who ever the betrayer was would die in his hands, He could smell fresh blood of Malkav,"killed anyone recently , I see it is just us three so far, What shall we do to amuse are selfs."

BloodClaw followed Valadour into the meeting room. "I personally like to hunt them. The thrill of the hunt is so underestimated these days." Like most Gangrel, BloodClaw's beastial side lay close to the surface, waiting to get out. He kept it in check most of the time, but sometimes he would go wild.

The Brujah and The Gangrel had blood-ties, so BloodClaw trusted Valadour. He sat next to him and eagerly awaited Ravenscar and the other clan leaders.

"Valadour this is no time for folly or death. We as the leaders of our clans must plan for the survival of our race. But why yes i have." Malkav smirked "I noted your victims aswell"

Malkav noted The Gangreil sitting beside Valadour.

He lent forward on his elbows and looked Malkav in the eyes "I know this , Maybe next time you kill a hunter you do not do it in public and in front of a crowd, Then maybe we wont have to clean up after you, Im sure you would like to walk round and tell everyone we are here but next time, Never forget they know what to look for ,Also old friend Recall who you are adressing , Or the survial of are race will no longer be your concern," .

Valadour may seem all fun and games on the outside but to be the master of one of the strongest clans requried a certain amount of malice and power, He never made a primose or threat he could not keep, Placing his legs back up on the table "Now how was your trip to scotland , Bloodcalw".

It was like two mask a real one and the cover , he only let people see his real face when it was required but , in truth his cover had made friends , it was as if he was two vampire in one, the romantic vampire of stories and the real vampire of legend.

Malkav was not himself indeed he was not even Malkav. The vampire who set in Malkavs chair was an imposter being paid to gather information about the seven clan leaders.

"oh god" he thought "just dont panic JUST DONT PANIC"

He had been trained by some of the best to keep his mind closed to others so as not to be detected by the masters. He had been able to send some of his "friends" to take care of Malkav at the Entrance to the pyramid.

He sat in silence.

There was a strange tickling sensation in his head.

A savage voiced errupted into his ears

"found you"

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BloodClaw let out a sigh. "Just visiting a large part of My Clan. They were most of the Gangrel that live in the UK. We are spread out, but still are one. If you understand that. They were living in Loch Ness as Eels for a cover. They saw the News Story and fled into The Loch. Just trying to reassure them everything would be okay. This pandemic must be dealt with, or else both worlds will fall apart. Maybe even go to War."

The Gangrel were an aggressive Clan, that was for sure. Most of the Members' beastial sides controlled them. BloodClaw, however, saught peace. He wanted his Clan to live, undisturbed in the wilderness, in cities, wherever, and not have to worry about Hunters or any other threats.

Malkav stood up from his chair,

"The time has come fo....." He began to shake violently, a white foam erupting from his mouth. In seconds he was on his knees grasping at his throat, gargleing and yelping.

A figure apeared in a whisp of smoke behind the spasaming body. With a flick of his wrist the body got to its feet and stood infront of the cool man. He plunged his fist into Malkavs chest and ripped out his heart. Malkav fell to the ground in a bloody mees.

The figure flicked his head whipping his long silvry hai through the air. The Heart still in hi hand he licked it and threw it on the ground and sat in what was Malkavs chais.

"I thought of all the children of the night, one would know an eclipse from the shade."

He whispered

He proped his feet up on the dead body and closed his eyes.

Three black Royals Royce Phantoms pulled up outside the Canary Wharf Towers. Slowly Cassander exited the vehicle and stood in marvel of the mega story skyscrapers.

"Now that, that is a thing of beauty." he said to himself as he pulled out his custom mad lighter and a smoke rolling the cigarette down to his pinkie and then back up to his index finger before lighting it. Cassander motioned for his entourage to follow as he made his way into the Towers. He walked extremely fast as he made his way towards the conference room and the first face to face meeting of the clans in over 2000 years.

Kordel followed Cassander through the tower. An imposing figure with his grey suit and pale features. The Clans had not met for a long time, the masquerade had made any such meetings forbidden. A large gathering of Vampires was sure to attract attention. Not now. Not after they had been exposed.

Kordel delighted in his new found freedom, he was sure that it would not last. Now the night was theres once again. Theirs for the taking. Anything in it was thiers for the killing. H delighted in the feeling.

The tower was an impressive structure, its clear, unadorned walls creating a visual effect that was striking to say the least. It was an art form that he would have to look into.

"It is time, ma'am, they're gathering."

"Let them gather," she whispered. Already she could feel the bickering and back-biting of her fellow councilors and knew it would be a long, painful session. "Give me time."

"There is no time left, Lady," the old man said, his soft tones gentle and reassuring.

It was a name he hadn't called her in a very long time, well long for a Human anyway. Back then, they'd been lovers even if her clan found it distasteful for her to share a bed with her servant. Touching one perfectly white hand to his aging cheek, she kissed his forehead and nodded. "You're right. It cannot wait."

Sweeping out, she cast the perfect figure in her jet black suit and blood red blouse. Her ringlets of black hair were pulled back from her face in a plait and her stunning blue eyes were accentuated with just the right amount of make-up. She'd been doing business for years, she knew the game, and she knew her vampire brethren. Stepping into the boardroom, the most powerful vampire in the world nodded to each of the assembled clan leaders. "Welcome to London, my friends, it's been too long."

"Yawn , You want to go to a rave after this Bloodclaw , I know some chicks that will dig you," he smiled as he looked over at his wolf freind, He placed his hands behind his head and was really getting bored , the suit was getting ichy he had put it on for show.

He wanted his t-shirt and black coat, Damn can we get this over with already, His boys would be out recruiting tonight and London was the best place for it, He was a street boy at heart and thats where his clan came from, He had one of the largest clans and loved it .

He took cout a cig and placed it in his mouth, And lit it, "Nice party trick he has there "he said cuping his hands lighting the cig, with a broad smile on his face.

Raven arched one eyebrow, her fierce eyes on the lit cigarette and Brujah weilding it. "This is a no smoking office, Valadour, please at least try to observe that. You can go out onto the fire-escape if you need to."

BloodClaw's eyes lit up. "A Rave. Why, I love those things!" Then he realized his Beastial side was soon taking over and said,"Ahem. But first....we should listen to what Ravenscar has to say."

BloodClaw slinked down in his chair and darted his eyes around.

He picked up his cig and stubed it out on his hand, the smell of burned flesh filled the air, "Have it your way , It's not like the bloody thing was going to kill you." his eyes went sharpe as he looked at her, He lent back on his chair and waited for this to start , His legs still on the table.

"So where is the rest of the clans" as he looked round at the now sitting masters, All where powerful in there own right and almost all of them hated each other , Bloodclaw and himself got on well, The Brujah where simular in there violent ways , But most of all they both loved a good fight .

"Madam Raven, its been to long." said Cassander with fake smiles and deceit. Cassander resented Raven for her indiscretions with her human servant. He believed the leader of the most powerful clan should select a worthy suitor, or perhaps he was jealous that she had not chosen him, either way now was not the time.

He reached out placing his hands on her shoulders and delivered a kiss to each cheek. He then turned and nodded to the lords of the other clans. "Gentlemen."

Raven returned the gesture with Cassander, her ally but never her true and faithful friend. She knew the games, she played them well, but sometimes she envied the blunt openness of the Brujah, even if they disgusted her. Sometimes she wished she could be as open as the more bestial of the Embraced. "We await the Tremere and the Nosfertu representatives. When they're here, we may begin."

Resued had been called to Canary wharf along with the other clan leaders not too far from his underground spot straight on, a left, a right, another right and a left then there.

He grabbed his long black coat, sorted out his waistcoat and off he went, he was at the first left when he could smell the blood of a young couple he grabbed onto the sewer railings and looked out "oh a quick one" he said slowly lifting the cage lid up and putting it to the side he hadn't had a nice young couple like that for weeks, he pulled himself up so silently you would think it nothing but a gust of wind, he clutched his sword and pulled it out of its scabbard. He grabbed the woman, biting at her neck ,whilst putting the sword through the man's chest ."Truly delightful my dear" he said after he drained her of blood, he turned to the man in pain "your turn".....after he finished he wiped his sword off and jumped back down the drain.

he came to canary wharf and jumped up into the cellar walking up stairs to the meeting room.

Kordel looked around at the assembled Vampires. All bore the illusion of camadre but they were all truly enemies. THat was the one flaw of the Vampires. Arrogance. The Ventrue above all. This arrogance bred animosity and that was what had prevented the Vampires from advancing over the last thousand years. The humans had grown massivly. From short, ugly, hariy beings they were now tall and powerful. Thier technology was advancing to fast as well. A modern round could blow a Vampires head apart, removing the need for stakes or garlic. If the Vampires did not unite then they would fall.

He regarded Ravenscar coldy, brushing his fingers against the hilt of his katana. Against an armoured foe the weapon was almost useless, but Vampires rarely wore armour. In the right hands a katana could cut a Vampire in half, shearing through flesh and bone. Kordel's were the right hands. How easy it would be to draw his weapon and remove the so called leader of the Vampires. He could not do it of course. Surprise would allow him to triumph over Ravenscar. But the others in the room would be ready for him. Whatever he was, Kordel was not a fool.

No, the time for a new order among the children of the night was not now. This council still had a role to play in the future of the Vampires. But time would tell whether the Vampires were granted a new leader, a strong leader, a true leader.

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Van Helsing trudged up the path to canary wharf, he had to be careful vampires always seemed to be aware of him, but he had a cologne on to stop it no one could sence he was here. he walk in the shadows up to the side of the building "Right oh then" he spat in each hand rubbed them together and jumped up grabbing onto the edge....he got to the roof fine not being seen he saw a hole and crawled over to it. He grabbed on the sides and lowered himself in "As quiet as a mouse he said landing softly he could hear them talking he grabbed his holywater, stake gun and watched.

"You are not alone, master" the communication was from his seconed in command , He had his men doted round the wharf just incase of any interuptions, He looked at Kordel, Sometimes he wished that Kord had been made a master, He had great skill and a devious brain.

Val let teh other Vampires look on him as a fool, But he had some surpise up his sleve only one other knew his true past and he held the infromation over him like bait, Looking over at Ravenscar "Someone has followed us " He stood and walked to the door.

Ripping the sleves of his suit and tying back his hair,he walked to the fire escape , Picking his cane up on the way "Im going to take a gander , who's coming ".

"My security forces are exceptional, they will be intercepted and brought here," Raven informed the Brujah. "But feel free to supplement their efficiency with blundering violence."

As she was speaking so men in black combats were training the sites of their rifles. Several well armed units swarmed out of fire exits, surrounding the intruder, Van Helsing.

"This is private property, sir," one of them said as he placed his hands on the man. Another radioed control and informed them they had an intruder and were taking him into detention.

Within moments, Raven's cell phone beeped. She answered it elegantly, a smug tight smile on her perfect ruby lips. "You may call off your hunt, brother Brujah, there's no need for concern."

Kordel felt a communication between an ouside influence and someone in the room. He could not determine anything more specific than that, nor could he know what was in the message. But his senses told him something was wrong. A telepathic communication was only feasible between Vampires of the same clan. A trap was being set in motion. Moving slowly to avoid catching the others attantion he backed into the shadows and scanned the faces of those present.

Nothing showed that would betray the reciever. Maybe Ravenscar is a leader of merit. She has drawn together all of her enemies in one place, the perfect time to remove the competition for the leadership of the Vampires.

"Not tonight sister." he hissed under his breath.

Hearing Valadours words he stood and drew his blade, the folded steel catching every eye in the room. Ravenscar assured them that everything was under control but Kordel was not to be decieved.

"I will oversee this incident m'lady. As the saying goes, dead men tell no tales." he said as he stalked from the room.
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Raven shrugged with perfect elegance and took a seat, one leg crossing over the other. "Do as you like, boy. Oh, Cassander, do make sure your pet doesn't kill any of my men. The insurance payout is extortionate for lackies killed in the line of duty." She was playing it up, making them all think she was some opulent fool. She truly did love the game sometimes.
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He span his cane in his hand , then stoped a small smile on his face "Why of crouse how silly of me" He bowed his head a little and moved back to his chair, He said nothing and simply looked at her with a small smirk on his face.

"Please forgive my out burst and continue" He did not place his feet on the table just kept eye contact with her , If only she knew the truth he waved a hand for her to continue.

"I am not a pet milady. You would do well to remember that." he said menacingly as he sheathed his blade.

"Would you mind telling us who the intruder was? Only with our recent unveiling to the eyes of the mortals I would like to know which enemy has turned up to grace our meeting."

He returned to his position at the edge of the room. Eyes fixed on the decadent figure in the chair opposite him.
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"Apparently everybody BUT the Nosferatu and Tremere know that the council is here." said Cassander with a cocky grin. Again he pulled out his custom lighter and cigarette and again he twirled it down each finger to his pinkie before twirling it back up to his index finger. But instead of lighting it he closed the top of his light and put it away.

"Would you mind Valadour, I seem to have misplaced my light."

An evil grin came over his face as he leaned over with the cigarette hanging from his mouth. It was an insult and a sign of disrespect, but Cassander cared not for he knew of Valadour's secret and would manipulate the Brujah leader at ever corner.

It wwould be so easy to cruch his face at this distance,but he could not , not with her here , Not with them here, He would pay one day ,But at the moment he could do nothing but take the insult.

He lifted his golden lighter and flicked it "Why of course, Just dont forget next time" he bowed his head ever so slightly , I WILL KILL YOU, His whole body screamed for him to do it, DAMN HIM.

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"Is there a problem with your memory, Cassander?" Raven said tersely. "This is still a non-smoking room." She sniffed in annoyance that the two of them seemed to totally disrespect her position within the council. "We wait or we begin, what is the decision of my brothers?"

"Forgive my arrogance Mistress Raven." Cassander immediately put the cigarette out in his glass of water. He had not forgotten the rules but simply wanted all to see him wave power over Valadour.

Cassander stood up from the table and began to admire the fabulous marble statues and fine art around the conference room, then he spotted it, a pure maple wood piano off in the corner. Unbuttoning his cuff links and rolling down the sleeves of his silk armani sheet he sat and began to play Requiem for a Dream.

What game were they playing, she wondered, watching her tentative ally play her piano. It had belonged to Stevens, he'd given it to her long ago. She never played it, not since he'd first declined her offer of an embrace. So now it stood, tuned to perfection, but untouched. "Very pretty, Cassander, now may we start?"

The doors to the room opened to reveal a slight, but striking looking woman. Looking over those present in the room she walked slowly to her chair. "Why Mistress Raven I know that wouldn't have dreamed of starting without the Clan Tremere? That would be incredibly rude & I would be terribly disappointed in you." With a wry smile on her pretty face she took her place at the table.

Lovely, Raven thought ironically. "But of course not. We have but one clan to wait upon but the council can function with six. Let us convene and begin, brethren." As Raven was about to open the meeting, the doors opened once more to admit one final vampire, this time it wasn't a council member though. "Yes? Is your master late?"

TalShiar hmmped from beneath his cloak, pulling its sleeves down so that even his gloves didn;t show. "Delayed," he said in a hollow, dark voice. "It matters not. I am his voice until then." He took a seat at simply peered out, seeing but unseen.

Raven sniffed indignantly but chose to accept the proxy. "Seven calls were made and the seven have come to meet. We are the Camarilla, the children of Caine, chosen above all the others to maintain the Masquerade. Brethren, I call the Council of the Seven to convene." Her bright blue eyes met each of the other vampires' before they settled finally on Cassander. "As is right and proper, the Ventrue is chair. We have much to discuss, brethren."

Valadour looked at the late comers, "I have come to an understanding that someone in are ranks , broke the silence, Do we know who it was, What is are plan forward for this." His fist was clenched on top of the table, He would like nothing better then to rip this so called Vampires head of , who had betrayed them.

He looked round for answers , No one magic worked on anyother council member they would have to be truthful here , No one could hide behind there mask , Ravenscar would see to that and if she could not then he would.

He moved his gloved hand over to the Cane, He knew his ancient sword would be more then enough if things kicked off to deal with his real threat , His eyes darted to Cassander,

"We must know who," Raven agreed, though she had her own suspicions, she'd never share them here until she could be sure. "We must also decide upon the fate of the Masquerade. It has protected us for many years, should be continue to try to restore it or will we remain exposed to these Humans?"

TalShiar smiled a bony smile beneath his hood. He knew so much but, as of yetm it was not his place to reveal that. It was for the clan master. None could see his eyes but he saw theirs. He knew, He knew very well.