From Nicholas Wilkinson’s email. December 29, 2012 5:30 PM.
To Christopher Wilson, Hannah Hill, John Cole, Robert McBee, Trish Daniels, Tauni
I apologize for my Coterie’s hasty departure after leaving Matthew Brown’s remains with you. It had been a long night for us and the coming dawn lent itself to clumsy explanations and speedy retreats. Your patience in this matter is appreciated and as promised, here are the events of last night as I and my Coterie experienced them.
We attended the meeting you had called wherein we learned of Matthew Brown biting three people in front of numerous witnesses at the bus station. There was suspicion of a mysterious disease being spread through his bite as one of his victims, Kathleen Cutler, appeared later that day at a local mall on a killing spree. She slaughtered eight of the kine before security guards stopped her (with heavy force I understand). For the good of the assembly, a blood hunt for Brown was issued. Dr. Acula was asked to make sure he took the lead in the investigation of any virus in connection with these events. He expressed his discomfort with taking on such a prominent role among mortals, but assured the council that he would do what he could from a less conspicuous position.
True to his word, Dr. Acula went to the hospital shortly after the meeting was adjourned. He arrived to the sound of mortal death cries. At great personal risk he went into the hospital alone to investigate the situation and found that miss Cutler’s mall victims were viciously attacking the hospital staff and patients. In short, it was a massacre. Dr. Acula immediately reported these events to you and to the Ordo Dracul. Jose Cleto along with eight other members of the Ordo (myself included) went into the hospital to put the hostiles down. This we did in good time, suffering no casualties. Grandmaster Cleto proved a competent and effective leader in the situation. Also worthy of note on this occasion was Petra Molnar. Her expertise in this matter made short work of the animated corpses. Using the incinerators in the hospital basements, we destroyed all the body’s left behind. There were about 100 witnesses to the horrors of the bloodied hospital halls, but the perimeter we set up caught them all. Those of us with the appropriate disciplines (myself included) wiped their minds of the events so as to safeguard the masquerade.
When things at the hospital seemed well in hand, my Coterie took up the hunt for Brown so as to prevent additional unfortunate incidents. We went to the bus station to attempt tracking him. Both Dr. Acula and Miss Molnar were able to pick up his scent, but we didn’t get far before I received a call from the recently reawakened Olivia. She had already tracked him down, and gave me his location. Within twenty minutes we had taken him captive without a fight. Unfortunately, as we tried to interrogate him, he successfully mesmerized one us into killing him. His manner up to that point was one of depression and utter dejection. The only words we got out of him were, “Kill me.” We then brought you his remains as evidence of his final death.
As one who loves a good show, I thoroughly enjoyed my coterie’s performance last night. They executed their duties to the assembly faithfully and with great efficiency. Though I did not mention them above, Victoria and the new comer Vadoma were in attendance for most of these events and lent their talents for the good of the assembly as well. I am again grateful for Olivia’s contribution. It is hard to say what might have happened if we hadn’t been led to Brown so quickly. I would like to close by asking you to reconsider placing additional resources at the hospital where Dr. Acula works. He is more than equal to the task of protecting our interests at his post, and I think he simply did not express himself very well last night. It’s not that he was unwilling to safeguard the masquerade, it’s just that he preferred to go about it from a more subtle (but no less effective) position. Upon my word, he is more cunning, crafty, and capable than he lets on, and I have no doubt that he would have obtained the council’s desires in this matter. His manner may need polishing, but his actions speak of one who has sought the well being of the Carthian Assembly of Detroit. Please, forgive a leaden tongue and accept the merits of gold.
Your Obedient Servant,
From the Personal Diary of Nicholas Tooley December 29, 2012
All things considered, last night was an overall success, no thanks to my graceless Coterie! First, Marcus is approached by the council itself and asked to take the lead in an investigation from the mortal side of affairs, and what does he do with this opportunity? He contorts his brow like an imp and slurs out some spittle about not wanting to take on such a prominent position! I swear I’ll never understand Mekhets! Always keeping to their shadows, Fie! What’s the point of having a domain to rule if no one can see you?
Meanwhile, Petra continues to astound and confound. One moment she proves remarkable, but before that same hour expires she loses herself to her bestial brain and claws away at the very foundation of her influence! At the hospital she was perfect. Her sentience joined with her beast and from that union death itself was birthed! Her enemies were before her as frail sacks of rubies, and with ebony claws she released their treasures with such grace and art of dance as to strike the most proud thinker dumb.
For what nobleman looks down upon this lady now?
Now that she has come dressed to dance her dance before her lords.
Should the music play for Petra long enough,
what man shall there be left alive?
We returned to the Ordo victorious. Ephraim, her mentor, her most influential contact with our society, produces the shining diamond of opportunity before us, upon which is written “Hunt down Matthew Brown.” At this Marcus wags his head as dog which dislikes the food in its dish. But Petra! Petra who but a little hour ago blasted Mars from his pedestal to make space for herself, steps down from her godhood with sounds of childish scoffing that she should do this thing. To answer Ephraim’s displeasure I seized the opportunity and took the diamond for myself. The interest of which will accumulate along with the rest of my gems, and in a day not far distant I shall find myself rich.
The ritual was successful beyond my expectations, and Matthew Brown was found in no time at all. I possessed him with no trouble and we took him back the Ordo for interrogation. Whether I underestimated his abilities, or overestimated Petra’s mental fortitude… or both… Brown dominated Petra into killing him. At least we were able to keep Brown’s connection to the Ordo Dracul secret from the council. Saved face there. Marcus took care of Browns… experimenter. Or at least what was left of him as I understand it. Burned it all down along with the notes detailing the creation of the disease. No trace, no trail to the Ordo. He knows how to take care of these things. For all of their social stumbles, my Coterie does have their upside. Oh, and seriously, what kind of ignoramus thinks it’s a good idea to make a gouling disease in the first place!
Victoria remains… difficult to read. I am pleased to see the pawn promoted. I haven’t thought of how to use her new guardian position yet, but it will no doubt be put to service someday. Vadoma on the other hand has proved useful time and time again. In her short stay with us, she has already shown herself to be a talented and trustworthy ally. She is from the old days as I am, and it shows in her social graces. It is now my intention to seek her out for our Coterie. She will be a perfect addition.
And now, I must continue my real work. For my lady is awakened, and her domain awaits.