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We Are the Masterminds of Everything You Question |
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Welcome to Hell. Hope you like the burn. |
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Welcome. My name is Miss Jocelyn LeGrand, perhaps you have heard of me. I'll be a bit of a tour guide for you tonight. Please have a seat; we'll go around the Haven shortly. But, before we go on our tour of the Club and meet people, I wish to tell you a bit of our history. The Club and Haven I speak of is rather complicated, but I think you'll be able to comprehend what I say. |
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The building was bought and owned by Mr. and Mrs. Baniff, the father and mother of two girls who I regret to say I never met. All I knew of these people were what they were... vampires. Just like you and me. They were a pair of elderly Vampires, dating back to at least the 1700's era. They first owned the building and turned it into a hotel, or Bed and Breakfast named, "The Morning After". I befriended the couple, and as our friendship blossomed they grew to love me as if I was their daughter. How nice, a small vampire family. I managed the Bed and Breakfast for many years, and I loved the job. I like people, you see. I tend to be very social at times. |
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I thought I would die the morning I found the couple in their bedroom, murdered. There was so much blood. You can imagine how shocked I was to find they had left me the bed and breakfast in their will. Not long after I inherited "The Morning After" I turned it into a nightclub. It was just three years ago, to be exact. It soon turned into one of the biggest Camarilla Havens known in the U.S.A. As you can smell, not many mortals tend to venture in here. I don't blame them, though. When I was a mortal, being around a bunch of Vampires didn't tickle my fancy much, either. |
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Now that you've been told a bit about the Club's origin, we can now |
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