This is a story I wrote, mostly for fun, after watching the LA by Night Chronicle. Obviously I'm a fan of the absolutely stellar cast of characters that make up the coterie. However, I'm also a big fan of the Sabbat and I was sort of fascinated by the two Lasombra Antis that poppped up. It got me thinking...What exactly did they leave behind and, more importantly, how does the Sabbat feel about it? So, this is my little ode to that. It may be completely off basis from the actual character's backstory, but what the hell, right?
As a note, I'm doing a lot of editing, or anything of the sort. This is more for my own amusement and, in a way, a way to play along with an awesome story without being awesome enough to sit at the table :-D Just putting the story out there, because why not?
Part 1 - Waylon, a City Gangrel, leaves Atlanta for LA.
Part 2 - Our Sabbat "hero" meets with Miranda, leader of the Ministry in LA and takes on a bit of an errand.
Part 3 - A certain Nosferatu is retrieved for Miranda, leader of the Ministry.
Werewolves and vampires don't mix, or that's what Kieran Callisto, a seventeen-year-old vampire, has believed all his life - until he falls for the Alpha's son.
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When Kieran meets his new classmate, Mason Kane, he bristles with an unexplainable disdain. Soon it becomes apparent why: Mason is a werewolf. But when a fight turns into a sudden kiss that neither expects, Kieran's feelings for Mason turn to attraction in an instant. None of it makes sense - vampires and werewolves are supposed to be mortal enemies, so why does Kieran find Mason so irresistible? He knows that each kiss is dangerous, each bite is unpredictable...