A Scripta

Dmitrius walked into the nightclub.  It was early, still, so there weren't too many people there.  He sat down at the bar.  The bartender nodded to him, but didn't offer to get him anything.

Kindred slowly started streaming in, and Dimitrius watched through the mirror.  The music picked up, and steadily got louder as it got more crowded.  People jostled for position at the bar, and Dmitrius vacated his position.  He found his way through the club, past the dance floor.  A man came up to him, his eyes red with hunger.

Dmitrius raised an eyebrow as the man approached, aiming right for him, fangs descended.  Dmitrius could see other Kindred watching this, and there were kine there as well so he couldn't break the Masquerade and throw the upstart across the room.  Just as he was a few feet away, a woman appeared out of the crowd and put an arm across the man's chest to stop him.  "Leander, don't be stupid."

The woman looked at Dmitrius imploringly.  The man pushed against her arm.  "He doesn't belong here," he hissed.

"Leander, NOW."  She grabbed him by the upper arm and literally dragged him away.  He watched, curiously, but continued on to the private room he remembered from the last time he was there.

Two big hulking ghouls guarded the doorway.  "Got an appointment?" one grumbled.

"I don't need one."  He glared at the man.

It didn't take long for him to buckle, as he opened the door for Dmitrius.  He nodded and walked in.

Some of the other kindred turned at his entrance.  They stared at him, as he merely strode past them.  The Prince watched him approach, not moving from his chair.  Dmitrius stopped in front of him.

"Prince Lafayette, I understand you received my letter of introduction from my Prince in Houston."

"Yes, I did.  Unfortunately, we don't have a lot of hunting areas to go around."

"I would like to hunt in Talos."

The Prince blinked.  "I'm sorry, I don't think you heard me."

"I did.  Who is responsible for the hunting areas in Talos, around New Thebes?"

"I am."  A woman rose from the side of the room.  She was dressed in a mu-mu "dress" and bright orange leggings, and wore black sandals on her feet.  Her hair was wild and both her ears were covered in earrings.

"I want to hunt there," Dmitrius said.  "In return, I won't bother any of you.  I wish to be allowed to use those hunting grounds, and to be left alone."

The woman looked at him calmly, and then screamed like a banshee.  Most of the kindred winced and held their hands over their ears, but Dmitrius didn't.  He put his hands behind his back and waited calmly until she finished.  She went on for a good ten minutes before someone finally clapped their hand over her mouth.  She bit it and tore off their thumb, spitting it out on the floor.  And started screaming again.  He waited.

Finally, she stopped, as abruptly as she had started.  She pushed hair out of her eyes and said, "You may use it any time you wish."  Then she sat down, straightening out her dress and looking back among the kindred with a "What?" look on her face.

Dmitrius turned to the Prince.  "If you have need of me, I'll be hunting there every so often."

The Prince merely stared at Dmitrius as he walked out the door.  Dmitrius chuckled to himself as he went back through the nightclub.  "Ah, to be the Eldest in a city of thin-bloods..."