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Cynicism is humour in ill-health. ~ H. G. Wells


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Jin's lineage isn't very well documented, even by his own sire. In truth, Henry Dobbs himself knew little of it as well and its quite possible that much of what Jin himself was taught is a fabrication or outright lie.








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Tape 3, October ??, 12:30 A.M., 2008

I've never really been fond of journals. Maybe its the whole 'effort' thing of trying to keep them up to date. Even then, who are you doing it for....yourself? In case you forget some small detail of your daily grind of bullshit? Honestly, this tape will likely never be heard by anyone else unless I'm a pile of ash somewhere. Its not that I think I'll offend them. I do that regularly just by opening my mouth. Its mostly that some of the content in this....well....if it was in the wrong hands, likely I would get my ass tossed, staked, and then left in the sun. Which is why this is going into lock box X.

So...where to start? I guess from the beginning...from where all stories start. Most think the way I am, I was starved for attention. They try to cram in that pop psychology, thinking that I came from a huge family or that I never got enough love. Let's get it straight. That was never the issue with my family. I was an only child. The next assumption would be that my folks were too wrapped up with their careers. That wasn't the case either.

I came from a mixed marriage. My mother, Selene, was from a German-Irish family, a scholar heavily invested in anthropology. My father, Henry, was a fifth generation Chinese-American who owned a small book store in Seattle, Washington. Needless to say, both had a lot of 'time' on their hands to be around me. Honestly, as a kid, I never was treated wrongly or beaten or anything that would be labeled as the base to becoming a problem child. At least, I was never treated that way by my folks.

So how did I become a guy with a shitty outlook on the world, an ill disposition and the social graces of guttersnipe? Well, I could easily say that it was the fact that I got flak for being a 'half breed'. But honestly, beyond a few kids who used it for ammo to bully me...there really wasn't that much 'hate' to go around for that. At most you could say some of the rebellion I would start to bring out was due to pressure.

What pressure? Well...let me clarify cause I'm sorta jumping around in the way I described my childhood. It wasn't American Pie lifestyle, nor Growing Pains. Hell, it wasn't even the Wonder Years. I was an odd kid. Whereas kids in my neighborhood might be doing some basketball or maybe backyard football, I had my nose in a book. Maybe it was genetic or maybe it was just good jump start in education by mom and dad, but I was considered a gifted student.

To give you a good understanding what I mean by 'gifted'....I finished high school by 16 and took an out of state scholarship in New York, fucking New York. I was a prodigy. I don't mean prodigy like 'I am a science Einstein and can do trig in my head', but I was gifted enough where even accelerated programs were boring. I had a college reading level by the time I was 12, I knew three different languages before I even began to attend university. I could remember factoids, data, and inconsequential matters like I had a literal library within my head. And yes, I do sometimes get headaches from the amount of things that I can memorize. Its honestly why I watch TV and just lie around sometimes...just to let my brain drain so I don't give myself a migraine with data overload.

The pressure came in that I could hardly do anything beyond my scholarly activities. My mother and father thought that at the university, I should push for some masters since I had so much time...I was so young. Never mind that I didn't want to decide what I would do right then and there. Never mind that not only did my folks have this ideal for me, but so did other adults. Everything seemed arranged, planned and sorted. I enjoyed learning, but at the same time....there was very little sway for what I wanted to learn. My folks thought I should become an anthropologist like my mother or maybe move on to becoming a doctor.

So, I did what was natural to any teenager...I snapped. I don't mean that I went ballistic or even psychotic. I meant that my little bookworm personality broke. Like a butterfly that has left behind its cocoon, I had undergone a chrysalis. The resentment of being told what to do, the realization that I could be potentially more intelligent then not only my peers but also those instructing me....well...I thought I knew what was best for me. So, I finished out school....I graduated at 19 from university with two majors, damning the intent of others for me.

I wanted to go and do things others had been doing....be a normal teenager. And let me tell you this...it was a lot like a sociological experiment. I had to try and fit in when I had never really fit anywhere. I liked knowledge and learning but at the same time, I wanted other experiences. And finding those...well....I tried different circles...different folks. Even though I finished, my last year of college...was much of going around...trying to sneak into senior parties...to observe...to mingle. To get laid.

Yes, I had base desires just like everyone else. Super brain does not equate lack of libido or teen hormones. It took time before I even found cliques that I could 'mesh' with. Raves, goths, and occasionally stoners. Why those three? Ravers generally don't care about the attitude as long as it involves flashy lights, drugs, and dancing or movement. Its also a lot easier to get some in that group if you steer away from things that impede getting your groove on. Stoners...well...as long as you share and give some interesting thought provoking ideas....you get the idea.

So why goths? Why not? You have to understand...and I repeat this with much emphasis....I resented my situation. Which means, I resented and hated many things. It also made me jaded as well, cynical. And if you want a quick buzz kill, a lot of bitching, and a since of belonging but at the same time claiming you are merely reinforcing your will to be an individual...you do something dumb like a teenager like me would do. You go goth and claim you belong

Not very awe inspiring is it? To find out that some kid genius blows a good deal and rather free ride of college at his early teen years to go and hang with punks who follow Nietzsche or lament on the works of Keats or Poe. So..what changed all that? What brought this whole thing to a crashing halt? That my friends...will be for my next tape and when I feel about talking about the fuck wit named Henry Dobbs.

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Tape 3, Side B, November 3rd, 1:25 A.M., 2008

Henry Dobbs...there's just not enough insults and argot in five different languages to express how much I despise Henry Fucking Dobbs. If I were the killing sort and felt like I would walk away with little pain for my trouble, I would have ashed him and pissed on the leftovers. Hell, I would not only piss on them...I would bury it under cow shit, drop a can of gasoline, burn his ashes into ashes further, and then curse him to the Hell of Upside Down so his soul would have to swallow his own shit again and again. That is just an ounce of how much I hate my own sire

Let me elaborate. I met Henry Dobbs when I was about 20. I was sneaking into clubs, being pissed at the world, and giving a shit less about rules and regulations as I slummed throughout New York's nightlife. I met Henry Dobbs in a little place called Mercury that catered to the freaks of the night. I'm not big on dancing unless I'm at a rave, and even then, it was mostly to score. But with the Dark Ones, I generally sit around drinking a beer someone snags me and bullshitting....mostly the usual bitch routine and making sure that some of them could understand concepts I talked about. And when I drink, I start to run my mouth a lot.

So, here you have Dobbs, a guy who thinks he's the next Keith Sutherland Lost Boys sort slumming it out in the club. And he's listening the whole time, hearing me go on to explain some nuances regarding historical interpretation in regards to the differences in translation concerning the King James Bible that religious nuts try to cram down our throat and the discrepancies between it and the Hebrew bible. The whole time, Henry just sits and listens, though I think he only understood like half of what was really being said. Enough to see that I had something he wanted as he started trying to give me 50 questions of what sorta shit I knew from college..what languages I spoke...things like that.

Now others might say 'Hey, he was looking to see if you were a smart kid cause y'know...he's one of the Shadows....they don't take just anybody!'. There are Mekhet who you just want to stare at and wonder 'who the fuck wasted the blood on you?!' sorta shit. Henry Dobbs, as a matter of fact, was one of those sort of Mekhet. Some would claim that I was his new target...a new childe of intellect of the night. No....I was a fucking coincidence. Honestly, Dobbs was there for just a bite to eat. But he was also looking for something as well. If he had met some Ivy League brainboy, they likely would be in the same situation I ended up. But he found me first....just my fucking luck, y'know?

I also think Dobbs had yellow fever..but that bit will be brought up later when we get there. Any case, back to Mercury and the moment. So there I am, being asked all sorts of questions by this guy I honestly didn't care tons for...and then he drops what I called 'the Lestat act'. I know now what he was doing, but then, the next thing I know...I'm beguiled by the guy. I'm not gay for him but I'm definitely willing to follow him out of the club to 'talk' more. He starts telling me about how he needs my help and I'm the only one who can do it. Really buttering me up. He also his way with me in that same alley...which let me tell you...that fucked me up worse then any E trips I had with the ravers. I was out of it for two days, laid up in bed.

New York's a big place, but honestly not big enough though as I started seeing the fucker in the same circles...I was still weirded out from that night as well due to the fact that I vaguely remember being kissed and sucked on my neck...and I didn't stop him. And yes, trust me, I was starting to question whether I was bordering on the line or if he had slipped me something cause it had felt like I had gotten some that night....which can be quite messy with your pants still on. A lot of the night is still a blur though so I don't even know if he had the deceny to take them off. I only remembered getting home somehow and passed out like I was anemic (which I sorta was at the moment).

Dobbs kept coming around to my hangouts though, having pumped me for info while he was doing the Lestat act...he knew all my places now. Which made it rather difficult for me to avoid my sudden run in with possible homosexuality on my part. I tried to avoid him as best I could, often ditching out early before he could corner me again...but luck only lasts so long before Dobbs got me alone again. For a moment I was convinced that I was going to wake up in a motel with a paddle sticking out my ass and bottles of lube lying all around. And we did go someplace more private...but not for the thing I thought he had in mind.

He let me to a study room, a small house that had been vacated in the Bronx. There, a small library of books were arrayed. Dobbs didn't want me for gay fun fun it would seem so much as he wanted my brain. God if only women had wanted that from me. He needed me to translate the books. And while under the influence of the Lestat act, I was more then willing to please him....to sit there like a little book monkey for the bastard. And just to make sure I would want to come back....Dobbs started me on the path of ghouldom. He wasn't very cavalier about it and honestly, I was more then willing to suck off the arm because...I had no choice. I had no desire to go against him....just as long as it seemed to make him happy

For three nights, I would show up to this vacant building and start working on the books. For three nights, I got a mouth full of his vitae before he would go out to club it up...leaving me to the study. After all, Henry Dobbs was a man of the crowd...dusty tomes and libraries were not his mission objective. And let me tell you, these books...were a bitch. Sure, I'm pretty much a genius but it doesn't mean I can look at a book and snap my fingers and have it deciphered. Codes take time...they take patience...and most of all...they take the key. Every code has a key that breaks down the substance inside so it translates well. And guess what...I didn't have the key. So you can imagine how fun this whole little bit was.

By the end of the week, I finally got the first book broken down. Oh yes, by the way, the owner of this fine established set of scrawls had decided in order to keep her privacy and notes....that each book would have a different code set. This isn't so bad, but she also had a tendency to mix the code as well as Latin text. So who was my mysterious author who had made my nights filled with droning and repetitive frustration of translation? As it would turn out, the author's name as I devised from the first (and easiest of the books...but I'll get to this later) was named Mary McCormack. The next obvious question would be 'who the fuck was Mary McCormack?' Henry managed to fill this blurb in after he gleefully read through the translation. Mary had been his sire who as far as he was aware...had met her end by messing with things she shouldn't. Now by the end of the translation, I had already gathered a few tidbits on my own...Mary was a vampire and she was a member of a bloodline of the Mekhet. Secondly, this was merely a recounting of certain dates regarding her own sire's instructions

So, with the first book finished, Henry reading it over before growing seemingly bored...my fate was sealed. I'd like to say that my nights were just spent translating those fucking books. Honestly, that would have been a joy...a blessing. But no, it wasn't done. Henry had some problems right now. First was that I now knew about vampires...not from deduction of what he was but simply from having to translate Mary's book. Not just 'I'm a vampire' but explanation upon the clan and its traits. Mary was if nothing, in depth on her notes.

Henry gave me a room in his pad while he went about his nightly business...and I did...well...this thing. Unfortunately for Henry, his hold over me was beginning to erode as well. Also, the next book wasn't easier..in fact...it was downright hard. Its also the reason why I had to learn fucking Gaelic. But that came later....within the two months of being with him....Henry had a situation of a very pissed off not gay Eurasian boy forced to be his slave for nothing. So, Henry did what any failing domitor would do....he tried to buy me out with something else.

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Tape 3D, Side A, November 5th, 1:34 A.M., 2008

Alright, continuing where I left off...new tape. I had said he bought me out...that's as best the way I can describe it. Or rather...he baited me. You see, I mentioned before that Henry Dobbs seemed to have 'yellow fever'. Not that he was just attracted to Asians, but he certainly didn't mind a small entourage. Current argot would sum him up to being the Gwen Stefani of them. I don't know why he had an obsession with Asian culture or its peoples, or why he had them around him when he out to the clubs...it was his 'thing'. More then a few times during the last month of me starting to become more and more pissed with him as his hold over me started to fade...he would bring his entourage. And that's where I met Ming Wu.

Ming...was eye sex. Literally just looking at her was to give me the shivers. She was the hottest piece of ass I've seen in a long time..and trust me...being around Henry's circle for a couple of years...I saw some ass. But Ming...was the one...the girl that made me choke up, go silent, and more or less made me retarded. And for as dumb as Henry could be...he at least brains when it came to manipulating folks. And it was rather obvious Ming was my kryptonite. And he used that against me....made sure that any ideas of me skipping town with the books or just stop doing his homework for him went south.

The bitch of it was that Ming had little interest in me. She was all about being on Henry's nuts and wanted little to do with me. But Henry got what Henry wanted in this case...so Ming would sometimes take me out when I wasn't nose deep in hardbacks...taking me to clubs now and then or bring me some takeout. It was quite obvious we were from different worlds...I was some elitist know-it-all Eurasian and Ming was straight third generation Chinese girl coming out of Chinatown. She was with Henry because he had unlimited club access, had her under his influence much better then he had had me...and honestly, I think she had a thing for white guys only...like blacks and blonds thing going on but this was more like David Bowie and his China Girl.

Meanwhile, while he used the hook to keep me working....I had to spend time learning Gaelic and cross referencing to break the second book. When I finally broke it, which I think was in the fall...October of '98, Henry was ecstatic. But that pleasure soon turned to annoyance as it once again turned out to not hold what he wanted. By now I was growing frustrated with him but also the codes as the third book had changed code again, though thankfully I could already make out possible cross-references to the first code basis. The second book contained data concerning the 'clans' amongst the Kindred community as Mary had begun research on the different families amongst their kind. The third book, which only took a month longer, went into explanations concerning the premiere ability amongst her line....a power called auspex that from what I could determine ranged between the ability to enhance one's senses to even being able to read the minds of others. The research was very well done and even showed steps to possibly 'jump start' someone down the path if they had the blood...

But it wasn't what Henry wanted. Henry wanted proof of something....something he would not tell me until much later....and trust me....as mysterious as the answer sounds right now....its quite dumb so I'll save you from the stupidity for now. It was honestly becoming tedious doing nothing but research with only eye candy to keep my mind distracted. And with each disappointment though interesting lore from the books, I was starting to chafe.

Oh..and if you're curious to what the last few books had to contain they were mostly notes and references to the properties of something I'll just call the Blood. Basically, its the in and outs to being a vampire. A book for nubbings who are new to being part of the Kindred existence. I could understand most of it, though Henry nonchalantly tossed the translations aside as if they were the stupidest things he had ever read. The man had no concept of value. (honestly, he could have used the third book as I came to find Henry had only mastered the ability to heighten his senses...he regarded it as a stupid discipline.)

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Tape 3D, Side B, November 6th, 11:34 A.M., 2008

...moving on...now that I'm on the ball of this stuff, I'm just gonna keep telling the story. Like I said, Henry revealed that Mary had left some other books before she had disappeared. At this point, I was fed up with it all. Fuck Henry, fuck these books, fuck Ming. Especially fuck Ming. Okay, getting ahead of myself....by New Years, Henry had no hold over me. The Viniculum, another term I picked up from Mary's journals, had been long gone due to a curious nature of Henry's blood (I knew from the notes that blood bonds supposedly lasted for years...decades unless a ghoul such as myself were weened, but Henry couldn't keep it going for some reason...he fed me blood like...crazy thinking it might stave my temper from flaring). His Lestat act didn't work on me either much to his frustration....so he had to placate me with Ming...as I mentioned on the last tape.

There was only one issue with this idea. Ming wanted Henry's nuts, not my nuts. Sure, she flirted with me...took me out...but in the end...she didn't want me and there's only so long I could take of just that....just that level of closeness. So, I started making plans to cut out....to do it for real. Honestly, I wish I had thought with my brain instead of my dick though. I did the cliche` thing...the romantic stupid idea of 'let's runaway together'...take the girl and make a beeline for the border. A balcony smoking confession of my feelings...that what she was feeling for Henry was just some stupid ability of his...that we could be together...just me and her. And the fucking bitch ratted me out...

I wish I had made a New Years resolution of just keeping my mouth shut. I got a pair of handcuffs to a water valve in the basement for my trouble. Henry had to think of a way to keep me under lock and key. So...he has the bright idea from one of his brood mates of the city that he went out to see ( I had yet to meet his clique amongst the Kindred yet....he kept his ghouls away from his friends it would seem) to embrace me....after all, I had uses....I was smart....but he could bond me all over again! Remember though, I said that Henry wasn't smart....he forgot there was a hitch to this idea. One....he had just made me a child of the night...so I was useless to daylight hours. Also, he kept forgetting that mercurial nature of his blood...but for the time being..I was once more enthralled to him.

The smart man though would have stopped there...after all...you just created a fledgling....restraint is par the course. But no, he has to also go and embrace Ming since she was so loyal and had told him what I was going to do...he didn't need to bond her after all...she was 'in love' with him. We'll get back to the repercussions on this train of thought soon enough. So...there I was....all back to doting on Henry's words....doing his bidding and all and all....yeah....I'm just gonna skip all this shit and get to the bare bones of what all goes down.

For the next year...me and Ming are learning the ins and outs of being a vampire. Ming takes to it okay...but needs pointers....strangely enough...I'm teaching her more then Henry is because I actually learned something from those books of Mary's. I'm also translating the new set....cracking the code as Mary has started to get lazy and sometimes use her old designs, mostly leaning towards Gaelic. Two of the books are strangely fakes...just nothing but lies and bullshit to throw someone off. The rest are details of her research...her Project...her Thesis. Now, I'm not going to repeat what was in them...mostly cause one...its information most of know....its most of what I know anyway. Secondly, because they aren't what you're wanting to know. You're wanting to know if Henry got what he wanted...

That, my friends, is the answer I will tell you. It was five years after our embrace...Henry had had the grace to present us to the court where we got the reputation of being called 'the twins' even though we weren't even remotely related by blood. Honestly, I think it was because most of the old folks there couldn't tell one chink from another. Either case, Henry owed debts to the court because...well...he had gotten permission after the fact. I know now that Henry got away with most of it for two reasons....the Prince, Melissa Hanigan, was a Mekhet and a Carthian, much like Henry.

Any case, it was five years after the embrace, and we were presented for release. Mostly because I seemed more confident then your average neonate and mostly because Henry didn't want to have a possible noose around his neck for our fuck ups if we ever made any (which Ming had come close to). Henry also did it as a 'gift' because I had translated the last book. He hadn't realized that in my time under his bond again..I had faked it fading away...that I had waited as I knew what he wanted from the journals now. So, I was rather pleased when I told him he wouldn't gain the answer....the last book was her research on lycanthropy, which had been unfinished. Henry had been searching for stupidest thing out of all these books though....he believed the Ordo Dracul to be some ancient covenant bound up in heritage to Dracula himself. He wanted to be able to trace his lineage to a famous 'vampire' in mortal fantasies. Sounds stupid, doesn't it?

If that wasn't enough, I told him with me being released...I was through with him....revealing that his hold over me was gone. There was also one other small victory in this little play. Ming left Henry that night as well...for her own reasons...but also because I had been more a sire to her then Henry. Not that had been my intent...it was merely another property of the Blood. Though Mary was a scientist, her journals sometimes hinted at mystical or faith based ideals she had been trying to gain some measure or understanding thereof. Most often, she had noted was the tendency of childer to go the opposite direction of the sire's intents...Henry should have bothered to read her fourth book as it detailed her failure with her own childer...him.

I'm hopping and skipping around...I'm skipping lots of things here and there on purpose because as I said...I'm mostly wanting to finish this story. We're getting rather close to where I am now. Now, during those five years, even though I spent most of the time translating, doing my rookie years and being with my twin...I was also meeting other Kindred. Mary's journals did a lot to fill holes here and there. Now, most would assume with me being released...the first group that I would approach was the Ordo...after all...I have brains...and the information contained in the books were interesting. They sparked curiosity I hadn't had I was young.

You'd be dead wrong. I wanted nothing to do with the Ordo. And I'll tell ya why...from what I could gather of the journals....it wasn't overly explicit of the Ordo's methods, what they were overly about but I did get one thing about them. They were scientists. Guess what? I'm not. I'm curious, I like to stick my nose where it doesn't belong sometimes, but I am by no means involved in dissecting and doing thesis or explaining shit. I had to hand feed concepts to Henry for so long...having to write down things and do it all over again would have driven me nuts. No, I didn't go to the Ordo or try and find them. Even if I had been interested...I don't think there were any in San Francisco.

The group I actually tried to join where the Carthians. There's a few reasons for this. One, New York was a mecca for success for Carthians. So if you wanted good relations, you went in with the Movement. Secondly, even though I despised Henry..I didn't hate some of the connections I had made through him with older members of the city. Yes, Henry was a Carthian...albeit not a good one...he supported the status quo and its changes because it in turned help him live the lifestyle he had. I joined the Carthians because there was a group within them I had met briefly during those fledgling years. The PPI.

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Tape 4X, Side A, November 6th 2:16 A.M., 2008

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I met a cadre of the Paranormal Phenomena Investigation unit in 2002. They came into the city briefly...a trio of mirror shades. Only one of them didn't really have the whole 'Agent' thing going for him...but I was at Court the night they arrived. They sought a private audience with Prince Hanigan in regards to supposed sewer dwellers that were not of the Nosferatu clan. Hanigan had received them warmly for outsiders, allowing them to do their investigation on the basis they did not disturb the peace of his city. They were there for two months...I only got three chances to speak with them...most of the conversations were with Kevin Surk, a fellow Mekhet. We talked back and forth, mostly he would try to pump me for information in regards to the city and any strange sightings and I in turn would ask him about the PPI, things of that nature. An exchange of information between two clanmates.

What I could get out of Kevin, I came to respect. They were similar to Mary in the fact that they often touched on many things of the occult. The difference was that it wasn't always just cold hard science...sometimes all you could do was except it as it was. In Kevin's case, he merely observed and if it required something else...they would contact another PPI cadre. They were mostly organized investigators. His group primarily were just analysts though. The two months came and went though, and they left the city with no results...but I had something that had caught my interest now.

So...when I came to be in the Movement within New York....I started something similar. I did what I could to contribute to the political climate of the city...but mostly my attentions were focused on looking into other events in the city. Chinatown had more then a few mysteries lying within it as well as other things that went bump in the night. I'm not going to detail every last event but I can tell you the more memorable ones.

By 2006, I had formed a three man team of my own...one of the members was from outside the covenant but he had a 'temporary member' status as I honestly wasn't going to bitch about having an outside source of information on things I didn't understand. The team was myself; Terrance Miller, a Gangrel Crone, my outside source; and Tia Santiago, a fellow Carthian and Daeva who mostly was involved in civil rights for Kindred (not that this was a huge issue in the city). Honestly, I just think Tia liked my brain and joined the cadre to be around me. But that may be just ego talking. Ming also would sometimes get involved though sometimes she took after Henry a bit much and kept her nose in social events and clubbing. But information was information.

One of the few major cases within New York borders was the Frozen Girls file. The Frozen Girls file started in mid summer...June of 2006. Tia had heard about a rumor from the mouth of a nomadic Nosferatu of coming across the body of a young girl in the sewers that was frozen stiff...as if it had come fresh from an Alaskan snowstorm. Looking for anything interesting at the moment, I decided to have the cadre start looking into it. It started with investigating into missing persons' reports...at least four young girls in the last five months had gone missing....the cases were open of course, but most considered them to be runaways. They looked the sort.

Then came the actual legwork....let me tell you...sewer spelunking is not my idea of a good time. For three nights, we would try areas that the Nosferatu had mentioned to Tia...only to come up dry. I decided to try a new approach by overlaying the neighborhoods and areas last seen with a map of the sewers...going that route. It would be two more nights before we found the first of the girls....like the Sewer Rat had described...the girl was frozen stiff. In the case of this one, she was frozen in a silent scream...hand outstretched down the tunnel. We found two more in similar conditions. Tia by then was freaked out and went back topside...leaving me and Terrance with the exploration. Honestly, its still an open file....we never found out what was doing it...though we did remove the frozen bodies less some sewer worker find them. I just know, I had the feeling that something was following and watching us in the sewers as if to say 'whatcha think of my handiwork?' Creepy shit.

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Tape 4X, Side B, December 22th 4:38 A.M., 2008

Shit shit shit shit! Fuck, everything has gone nuts. Tia's dead....Terrance...Terrance went nuts. I don't know what happened! We were tailing a pack of lycanthropes. Terrance said he could arrange a meeting...that he had connections due to his ties to the Crone. That if we could keep up, we would be able to speak with them...hell...the whole thing started when another cadre was investigating an area that was supposedly inhabited by these things. They had gone missing and we figured that maybe these things had some sort of social network...honestly though...I was expecting too much.

I left it in Terrance's hands because well...he said he knew some of these things...or at least had talked to them. He said he knew where we could find them...so...here we go...leaving the safety of home to go southwards. And for what? My fucking curiosity. My curiosity which got us screwed. Or at least, got us screwed from being a few hundred of miles from home. Terrance had manged to track this group....I honestly give up trying to explain his blood magic he was using to trace them...but we had narrowed the location to a field outside of Boston. Long way from home....we didn't want to leave empty handed. So...Terrance went to talk with them....we went to talk with them.

Things were immediately sour because these things wanted privacy...they wanted nothing to do with us. Even worse when I asked about the former cadre that had gone missing...it seemed I hit a sore spot. They remembered that group....it was why they had been moving...something to do with a defiled spirit. Then accusations started flying...weird shit about us trying to break their pack...to disturb the spirits. Terrance started to back up and I knew shit was likely about to go down. Then one of them...a small waif of a woman pointed her finger directly at Terrance.

The language she spoke didn't seem of this world......it felt vile. I only know that Terrance lost it. He was in the thrall of the Beast...but worst....it was directed. Like he was a toy...a puppet. He went after Tia...this pack of lycanthropes just watching us as he began to tear her apart. Then one started to turn towards me...and...well...I did the thing that came most to mind in that situation....I ran. I ran fast as I could go...the Blood fueling my escape till I go to my ride. Fuck fuck fuck....I must have driven until I felt the sun coming...got into the nearest motel I could. I can't go home though...I can't go home

Tia had said where we're from...they might just go looking for me there. I'm screwed...I have a couple of choices off the map though. Either case my cadre got fucked...I'm flying solo out here and I don't know what to do at the moment. The nearest major city is Carcosa...though I could make a beeline for Boston itself. But...that's too close to where this shit's gone down. I'll have to call home soon....get hold of Ming...have her tell them what went down. Shit though....if I say anything, they'll hold me responsible....I don't want to deal with the Crone on that. I don't want to have to tell Santiago's sire that its my fault she became kibbles and bits for Terrance. What the fuck did that lycan do to him?!


the tape stops with no further cassettes in lockbox X

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