[Sodium_noir] Something wicked this way comes

[Spikey]

The Sabbat manse
Little Italy

Santiago had been cloistered in his private sanctum with Estobhan for several hours already, no Ritae tonight. Rumours ranged from the belief that he was planning a war party into Camarilla territory to the possibility of fresh converts being ordered for some undisclosed event. Others looked at the out of town sabbat with uncertainty and wondered if the throne was about to be toppled. 

The Giovanni not out conducting Family bussiness or esconsed in thier own mauseleums were dotted around the Courtyard.  Members of the Necromancers Clan and thier Goodfella Ghouls relaxed in thier designer suits and drank from crystal goblets, speaking in thier own Italian-American slang.

Many of the Sabbat packs were there too. The atmosphere was tense, the two groups worked together only as much as thier more powerful leaders forced them to. The Sabbat simply didn't consider the Giovanni as True braves and took delight in letting them know at every oportunity. Glances were exchanged, threats voiced, tempers seethed. For the most part it was a game they played each and every night.

Father Augustus and his Black Hand Pack kept to themselves for the most part. Showing the same disdain for the local Sabbat that the packs showed the Giovanni. Lines of communication had been established, but mostly with the individual vampires whom Augustus felt might support him over the Bishop. Things were tense all around.

As the clock ticked towards 11PM a car drew up and was let into the compound. Its dark windows hid the occupants but they all recognised the vehicle sometimes used by Miriam troy and her pack of monsters boys when they travelled together. Dozens of pairs of eyes glanced over to see the Momma's Boyz pack climb from the car. Thier reputation was strong among the faithful and since Titus and his pack had decamped to Chinatown, these were the vampires to look up to. Or to fear.

The door opens and a young well dressed vampire climbed out, opening the passenger door to let teh Tzimisce priest from her seat. The stretched car's rear doors opened and the remaning three members of the pack exited, excitedly, aggresively. They snarled and postured tot he crowd, even more confident than usual someone remarked.

And then they turned to the rear doors and the group parted like the red sea. Someone else was getting out.

Augustus craned his neck to see, he wasn't the only one. 

An air of anticipation settled over the Sabbat manse.

>From the back of the car came a vampire. His presence was almost palpible. A foot first, in black military boots. The leg wrapped in loosely fitted Combat pants. Those who could see inside caught the flash of blood red eyes and a shock of white hair and then the vampire was out in one fluid movement. Feral and lithe, his black leather coat flapping around him in the wind and rain and a lit cigarette hung from between his lips. 

"Its Dylan Bruce!" Came the whispered voice of one of Augustus pack. "The Slayer. The Dominion!"

The hushed and awd whispers spread through the group like wildfire. Sabbat and Giovanni stood to get a better look as the Momma's Boys reached into the car's boot to pull out a trunk. A heavy Trunk that took two of them to lift out. A Trunk with chains around it. 

But all eyes were on the Dominion. A Sabbat legend in thier midst. He looked around the compound with an impassive face.

"Bollocks!" he said in a thick English accent, pulling the colar of his coat up around his ears and headed towards the manse. The pack followed quickly behind him with Miriam bringing up the rear. her usually cold face a mask of pride and glorious delight.
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