Activity Log, April 11, 2001 At the beginning of the next evening, the subjects regrouped. They discussed how they might ally themselves with other of the young Kindred to fight against the Sabbat. Hannah claimed that she was able to have the group deputized, at least for the course of the evening. The consensus seemed to be that without such official sanction, the group might seem nothing more than anarchs, especially as they decided to approach other neonates to aid them. After a short discussion of tactics, the subjects adjourned to The Music Room. There were quite a few Kindred present, helping Hope clean up after the bomb blast just nights before. Hope, naturally, was there. Michael Clay was present as well, and the new fledgling Jo immediately gravitated toward her sire. As she poured out her troubles to him, he mentioned that he, too, had received a white card upon learning of the death of one of his performers. This seemed to remind the group that they had wanted to investigate these cards and acts of violence. Hannah, in her inimitable way, stepped to the center of the room. Holding up her white card, she loudly asked whether anyone else had received one. Jacob Mills quickly silenced her, however. He suggested that the cards might have something to do with their witnessing of the scene between Celeste, Richard, and Julia only two evenings before. Hannah quite adroitly changed the subject and began discussing their true purpose at the club, to recruit other young Kindred to fight against the Sabbat. Jacob again spoke quite pessimistically. He claimed that in Detroit only five years before, the neonates had been destroyed en masse by the elders in the wake of precisely this sort of organization had made them seem to be a threat. Elizabeth tells me that our files indicate that nearly half the vampires of Detroit did disappear about five years ago; Halliday in Chicago will be most pleased to have this new information. A lively debate ensued about whether it was better to organize in support of the Prince and risk being misinterpreted, or whether to allow Jan to deal with the Sabbat on his own. However, the debate was interrupted by the arrival of Oliver Blackwell, who strode forcefully into the room with several attendants. After passing Hope an envelope, commenting that 'the donation was the least he could do to help her rebuild', he put on gloves himself and worked alongside the neonates to clear the club. Many of the younger vampires seemed rather surprised that an elder would lower himself to do this, but it certainly seemed to sway public opinion in his favor. The subjects seemed to wish to have little to do with this, however, and so they left the club. After some time, they were heaving some packages into the East River when they were interrupted. A thuggish young woman named Dara appeared from out of the darkness. She claimed that she had been watching them for some time because it seemed they had shared interests. It seems that she has come to New York City from Seattle, where a person named Marc ruled by consent and not simply by virtue of age. Cliff asked her whether she could be considered an anarch. She seemed to find this rather amusing, but admitted that she saw no reason why the Camarilla's system of government was necessarily correct. Hannah asked Dara about her friends Stephen and Jamie. Dara admitted that they were being hunted down in Seattle, but she had no idea why. As far as she knew, they likely just committed a crime such as killing another Kindred. The group seemed rather surprised that such things were outlawed in Seattle, but they wisely decided that this was no time or place for political discourse. Before parting from Dara, they asked her to help them hunt Sabbat that evening; Dara said she would consider the matter. I ought to include here a brief description of Dara's allies. Though they hid from the group, they could not hide from me. They included a weak-looking but quite handsome young man; a horrifically ugly thing that I can only assume was of the Nosferatu; a very attractive young woman wearing expensive but casual clothing; another, older woman who seemed both muscular and competent; and a middle-aged man who was by far the most angry and aggressive of the group. I assume the subjects will encounter these individuals again, at least if Dara has anything to say about the matter. Having left Dara, the subjects turned their attention to their eventual business for the evening: the slaughter of any Sabbat they could find. After preparing themselves with various weapons - ranging from grenades (obtained illegally, I must assume!) to aerosol spray to a sharpened souvenir-style sword - they returned to the church where they had fought the Sabbat several weeks ago. They assumed that the Sabbat might lair somewhere near where they engaged in their foul rites, and so they quickly spread out through the silent streets. Only a few blocks from the churchyard, Hannah quieted the group and listened intently. She led them into a building, much like any other, and down a flight of stairs into the basement, where a trap door led into the sewers. I can only assume that her supernatural senses led her to the site. The group quickly and quietly slipped into the sewers - but not quietly enough. Mere moments after parting the dank waters, the subjects saw a long set of ripples coming toward them. A . . . thing . . . perhaps twenty-five feet long, with bulging eyes and covered with tentacles and suckers, blocked their path, rearing back with a fearful cry. Ethan prevented the others from attacking it; he recognized it as Fish, the horribly deformed Nosferatu that had been brought to court in a tank of water. I am most grateful to the group for providing me with a closer look. It would be most interesting to know why the blood took this one in such an extreme fashion. The others I have seen are ugly, but by no means incapable of walking - or of speech, as Fish quickly proved to be. He did seem able to understand the group, and allowed them to pass when they explained they were hunting the Sabbat. Fish led them through the watery passages until they reached a dry tunnel where the beast could not continue. Creeping onward, the group found traces of activity, and were able to follow them several hundred feet. A ceiling hatch led upward, which the group quickly broke open. A single Sabbat guard waited above them - or at least I must presume he was Sabbat, as he attacked the group on sight. He must have quickly realized how overmatched he was, however, as he turned and fled rapidly down the tunnel away from the group. They immediately pursued him, Ethan taking the lead, and quickly disabled him. It quickly became evident, however, that the Sabbat must have some fraternal feeling for one another. The guard had run away from the main body of the group to give them a chance to escape, and they were nearly out of sight by the time the group realized something was amiss. The subjects, naturally, attacked the interlopers. Hannah brought one down with her arrows rather quickly, and Ethan sent a wave of grenades after the fleeing Sabbat. The tunnel was full of light and flame for a good few moments - causing several of the subjects to panic - but Ethan managed to leap through the flames and lay about him with his (rather foolish-looking) weapon. He bit deep into dead flesh, but moments later a fell darkness descended over the tunnel, far darker than the ordinary lightlessness of those remote sewers. In the darkness and confusion, the remaining Sabbat were able to escape. The two disabled Sabbat were given to Fish, as a token of the group's appreciation for allowing them to pass, and the group left the sewers. They seemed rather disgruntled that they had not destroyed the Sabbat, but in my mind they should have been counting their blessings that they remained largely intact. From my readings, the darkness that fell must have been caused by a shadow-master of no mean capacity; had the Sabbat wished to turn and fight, surely the group would have lost at least one of their number, if not lost the day entirely. I must say that I am most pleased with their survival. I continue to learn from their exploits almost daily. Transcribed and maintained Elizabeth Kent