There are some mortals even a Sabbat wont feed from.

Temporary havens in times of war are ebst taken over home invasion style. This isnt usually a task handled by a templar, but he who leads from the rear misses all the action.

So while my packs are busy sabotaging the bloodbank and generally trying to disrupt the food chain i am securing a nice place to sleep...

A place we can easily access or run from.

This 'Benny Common' was more lard than man. He laughed at my cowboy hat and asked me for ID.

He screamed like a retard being raped by a horse as i beat his teeth out on the corner of his desk.

He begged for his life when black tentacles wrapped around his sweaty, flabby throat.

And he died with his tongue sticking out like Jabba the Hutt, greasy sweat all over his body and his eyes bloodshot and rolling when i choked the life out of him with a phonecord.

Hes not even worth eating. His blood would probably clog my heart... But his girls. His little cache of barely legal runaways and drug addicts. They will serve as a great snack for the packs and myself...

I rest my spurred boots up on bennys desk, watching his strange porn on a tiny TV. His body is cooling in the small supply basement, the five girls are tied to him, whimpering in the dark...

Outside, the No Vacancy sign clicks on. Home sweet home.. at least for now.

*She heard of the take over and made her way to the hotel. She had to explore what was going on. death destruction , mayhem, madness. They are all much better then what she's had to live with. She could use a little of those. Even though the prince's blood is good that does not make up for acting like cammi for a while.*

Lucero will snicker when he sees the maber alert flashing across the tiny screen. Its a clever move by the Cammies, he has to give them that...

It will put pressure on the two packs guarding the routes out of the city, that much is for sure... we may even lose a few ghouls and weapons caches depending on how thorough these searchers are...

Lucero frowns around a cigarette, he can hear someone crunching gravel out front... Hes not worried, but he places his massive revolver meant for killing polar bears on the desk, just in case...

*She opens the door and walks in looking around. She smells blood. Ah thats the smell she loves* anyone home? *She calls out jokingly. Any self respecting sabby wouldn't keep someone lose they would have them tied up.......or be playing with them*

There are still little pools of blood, and the occasional tooth near the desk...

Lucero sits with his feet up, gagged whimpers coming from the open cellar stairs behind his chair. Overacted moans come from the small tv on the desk and Luceros pistol points at Collio.

'Cant you read? No Vacancy.'

He grins at her, a mouth full of pearly white fangs...

*She looks to him with a grin* I don't follow signs very well...*She looks around* well not written signs. Who did you show the way to the light? *Her grin turns wicked*

'The great fat, sweaty bastard Mr. Benny Commons.'

He tells her, like hes announcing an act. He slips the massive revolver back into his thigh holster. He turns up the tv a little so she can hear the ridiculously overplayed cumshot...

'I think i did the lords work tonight.' he comments, turning his head a bit to the side at whatever is displayed on the screen...

*she grins* I know the feeling. *She walks over and takes a look* Thinks are going well on my end *She sits down on the desk pulling out a tooth from the wood and plays with it*

'It may be time for you to lay low.. Our brothers and sisters have infiltrated the city. Three packs worth lying in wait... raising chaos...'

He sounds proud. Only minor setbacks to his crusade so far... all losses acceptable.

'One pack took out the bloodbank... another is looking to start abducting people from the rack... we're going to dry the cammies up a bit.'

He lifts his heavy, spurred boots off the desk to give her room.

I have a girl that may want to join I'm working on her. I think she would be a worht while canidtant she's a cam but I think she's able to change over

'A convert? hmm.. be careful with that. We arent the only ones who use moles...'

He grins, thinking of Locus Fender and how easily he was used...

'Have you revealed yourself fully to her yet?..'

no I have yet to tell anyone. The prince thinks I'm blood bonded to him which gives me the freedom to move around easily without notice. They think I'm damaged and of no value. At least thats what it appears *She grins*

Lucero is quiet considering her words...

'You've been most effective. Your rewards will be great..'

He's like a priest peddaling heaven. He relaxes back in the battered chair.

'Theres six little Jezabels tied up in the basement if your hungry at all.'

*She smiles* I fed alright but thanks. *She peeks through to watch TV.* I Should be back my guests will be there *She grins and hands him her address* if you need me I will be here. *She turns and begins to walk toward the door*

Lucero nods, reading the address.

'Keep your head down if you can sister. It wont be long now..'

He kicks his feet back up on the desk. The amber alert flashes across the bottom of the screen on the TV...

of course *She smiles* I'll also keep recruiting a pity I can't get the prince to truse me more....oh well *With this she goes back to the apartment to beat the sun rise*

Lucero would much prefer Diablerize the prince than convert him anyway... spoils of war, as it were...

Lucero and one of the three packs in the city will use the Motel as a haven tonight. There are many rooms to convert and the No Vacancy will keep most people away easily...

(Im going to continue using this thread, but at least one night has passed... This post is supposed to be the night of the explosion in the mines.)

Lucero feels the rumble shortly after sunset and knows immediately his best laid plan just went awry...

The only thing that could have caused that was the sudden and complete detonation of -ALL- the weapons and explosives the Sabbat had gathered for this crusade...

Lucero is beyond angry, but one of his path does not frenzy easily... the Templar instead leaves the office and kicks in one the motel room doors. the dazed and lazy pack look confused, escpecially when he upends the bed to pour two of them off it and starts giving orders.

'Get back into the city. We need weapons and we need them now. Head into the slums and raid some crackhouses. Gangbangers have guns and we need to relieve them of their weapons...'

Even the normally cocky and tough ductus doesnt argue with the Templar. The pack will be out of the motel and headed into the city within five minutes...

Lucero assumes the camarilla caused this setback... and he does not take it lightly. He will have his revenge.. it took weeks to gather all the bombs and guns... He walks abck int othe motel office and opens the door to the basement where he has been keeping the now deceased Barry and all his little whores.

It is time to send a message...

All the captives begin to whimper against their gags as Luceros heavy spurred boots descend the stairs...