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The Sabbat manse
Little Italy

' Right,' a shout, backed up by all the power his dead lungs could muster, ' I'm Titus Bane, Ductus of the Dark Knights, Head Templar, all round mother fucker, Khan of China Town.'

Pause a second, let it sink in.  Blow smoke.  

' Most of you know that shit, you know who I am and I know you.  Good.  Some of you I don't know, though I may have heard of you.  Maybe I've not heard of you.  It ain't my problem.  But I'm pretty sure that you've heard of me.  And if you haven't, well, here I fucking am.'

He waited a beat.

' Now, there's all these rumours flying round, all these things being said.  I don't know whose started them, I don't know if they're true.  I am, however, going to find out if they are true. I'm gpoing to make it my personal fuckign responsibility, and the responsibility of my pack to have a look see at all these rumours.  'Cause I really fucking hate Satanists.  Bunch of fucking demon bum boys. 'Bout the only thing I hate more than them is people... that' us.  Vamps.  ... Vamps sneaking around and plotting and lying and attempting to do shit the snidey Camarilla way.  I fucking hate that.  So maybe I'll be taking a look at that too, 'cause I like being angry, and it's good to be angry at two things at once.  Keeps the blood moving.'

Pause.

' So... those of you I don't know, I want some fucking names an` who you are an` why you're here.  I want some introductions.  `Cause you don;t turn up in Gotham and start disrespoecting Bishop Santiago, 'cause you do that, you disrespect me.  And that pisses me off.  And the last thing any of you lot want is to be the third thing that pisses me off today.

' So, here I am, who the fuck are you?'

The reputation grew a little. The fanbase widened a little more. Beasts were stirred in the throng of the undead. 

Titus witnesed a shift in the crowd. The Giovanni backed away ever so slightly. Some physically retreating into shadows, others just looking away or looking up to the window. 

The true Sabbat did the opposite. They all came a little closer in steps or thoughts. Something deep inside the Templer knew that he had this cohort of monsters, at least for now. Like back in his army days, strong leadership and direction galvinised the men. Now, with the car wrecked and his terse statement made, there was blood in the water. Vampires bristled.

Augustus glared at Titus, his minions bristled in response. But the Templar of the Bishop had spoken and his word was law here. Augustus nodded his head and the first of his leuitenats stepped forward. One of the only two men in the contingent he was large and broad shouldered with what seemed to be a permanant grin. His voice was deep and resonant when he spoke. Close on his heels was a bookish looking man and a girl who looked as if she had just stepped off the feild at woodstock.

"Me name is Thaddeus!" he said. "Like me brudda Samael and me sister Alicia 'ere I come from teh Serpenst of de light. We are 'ere to study the ways of Caine and of Lilith from Frater Augustus, and to serve de Bishop in any way we can!" Finished he steped back into the circle.

The second group were all women, and outdoors types at that. One of them was so caked in dirt and furs bound to her with twine that her sex was only distinguishable by her ample bosoms and well rounded hips. Beside her was a small dusky petite thing with various well filled pockets and pouches. The leader of the pack had a real cowboy thing going on, with boots and leather and chaps, even a spur. A huge machette was strapped to one leg and a six shooter dangled on the other.

"Eve!" She said simply. "Of the Ahrimane. Tess .." She nodded to the large woman, then to the small girl "Hela." Her eyes left Titus and focussed on rachel for a while before she shrugged and wandered back.

Now it was the turn of the four women that had stuck so close to Augustus since the moment they arrived. They walked confidentally right across the yard to stand feet from the car and from Titus. Each of them was dressed in loose fitting and finctional clothing with black tabbards over the top of jeans, cargo pants or the like. They looked so pale they could not of fed in days and each of them wore identicle dark glasses. 

"Fuck me somebody embraced Robert Palmers backing group!" One of the Momma's boys sniggered. All four of the stern women shot him a look and there was a moment of bared fangs, but the leader ended it with her words.

"Our pack are called the Mockingbirds, Templar. We have seen many war parties and conquered cities. By the grace of Lilith I lead the pack, and you may call me Elzibeth Vortigen. This is the Priest, Fatima, and my sisters are Athenya and Sarah. It is our duty to protect the Priscus in his wanderings."

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