That night was messed up, man. It started normal enough, with news of a murder/suicide on the beach. Myself, Veronica Hintch(not prince at the time), Baron Ludwig Von Carstein, Sheriff Nicomardio, and Edmond Dauntes had gone to investigate. The sheriff and Dr Hintch were there to determine whether or not this apparant murder/suicide, with myself continuing my learning experience with the good doctor. Dauntes was there to provide protection, and the Baron provided transportation. Nothing came of the investigation, but after dropping the sheriff and Dauntes off, we made our way to the Devil's Kiss, a local bar. There we met up with BOB and Max, along with the guy from the animal show on the TV, Robert Forrester. We quickly realized that this bar was full of EVIL Sabbat vampires, snarling and hissing and all of that crap! After a quick call to Seneschal Kisoff, we met him, and what appeared to be about 15-18 of our kind outside, ready to storm the place. After a few moments of planning, the only ones left were the Baron, Mr Kisoff, Toreador Primogen Zoe Miller, myself, and Dr Hintch(who contacted the prince from inside the Baron's car). So, on the seneschal's command, the baron and myself positioned ourselves at the back door of the bar, while he and Zoe, as we were the only ones who had the courage to stay and fight, were positioned at the front door. Dr Orrano and Robert Forrester had just been thrown out the window, taking a sabbat bastard with them. I was armed with a pair of ak-47s, the baron with his trusty blade. Vladimir ensured that all of our allies were out of teh building, and ordered us to open the back door. He then engulfed the bar in a gout of fire from his flamethrower, which spread through the bar like, well, wildfire. As the few that survived the initial blast came stumbling out the back door, I blasted them until they died of it. After over a minute of destruction, we jammed the door shut and ditched. Mission accomplished. Upon our return to the Elysium, we were issued stern scoldings from Prince Chatfield, who left our fates in the able hands of Sheriff Nicamardio, who evaluated the situation. Our use of 100% human capable methods and quick coverage of the event, which the humans believe was a gas main explosion. He congratulated us on our excellent work, as did Archon Bishop, for our bravery, as well as our abstract methods. Later I went home.

The End.

Doug St. John
Malkavian Primogen