Dawn was right, of course they were, they were always right. Why did they always have to be right? These were the thoughts that swam through Dawn's undead mind after the young lady whispered her message into their ear. Dawn had just thought of the perfect piece to put the girl's O so lovely arms into too. With a slight sigh Dawn began the process of clearing out their gallery, which was always an annoyance given that this late in the evening the kine that filled the place were far too enamored with both Dawn's art as well as the free wine they have provided to them. As tedious as it was Dawn eventually evicted the last of the humans from the gallery before they locked up the building. After double checking that their security system was turned on, even kindred have to be cautious of theft especially in these modern nights, Dawn made their way to their car. It was a small, black two-seater convertible sports car with a deep velvet upholstery. Again in these modern nights even kindred must take advantage of the advancements the kine create. Slipping into the driver seat Dawn turned on the engine which answered with a smooth roar. A sly smile came to Dawn's face, even with this nonsense going the thrill of all this power under their finger tips made them feel giddy like a fledging after their first feeding. With a swift changing of the gears Dawn pulled out of their parking spot and began to barrel down the street into the night. 

Moving from the inner circle of the city into the outer ones was always easy, no one wanted to go into the outer circles from the inner one, but that didn't lessen the bitter taste in Dawn's mouth. Anytime they drove into the outer city Dawn couldn't help but be reminded of the filth that was their former self, a worthless kine who lived like a beggar. [color=ed1c24][i]"Sickening..."[/i][/color] They mumbled to themselves as the weaved in and out of the little traffic that there was. They ignored the horn of the minivan that they just cut off as the turned down the dark road that lead to the docks they were instructed to find. With a slight sigh Dawn turned off their car and stepped out onto the wooden floor. It maybe a moment for Dawn to spot the small group that was gathering on the dock, it didn't take any vampiric powers to figure out that these people did not belong there. Dawn strolled over to the group with a blank, unreadable expression on their face and waited for the meeting to come to fruition.

The Venture always had such lovely smiles and the prince was no exception, Dawn couldn't help but to think how lovely the kindred's lips would look hung upon Dawn's wall during his whole speech. Though they had a small day dream going on in the back of their mind Dawn was by no means distracted, they had taken every member of this little gathering into account. The prince himself and his chainsaw brandishing sheriff who looked like she was ready for either a costume party or to work the streets, the brutishly dressed girl who looked like she ran all the way here, the golden hair fellow who at Dawn's guess had to be a Toreador based on his stunning appearance alone, the girl who looked painfully bland which with kindred meant something truly bizarre and deranged laid under her surface, the what appeared to be a child but wrecked of kindred blood, and even the partly decomposed Nosferatu girl. They all came under Dawn's gaze, though the Tzimisce's expression didn't change in the slightest during that whole time. Dawn's face remained the same unreadable mask the whole time the prince delivered the news of why they were all called there. A blood hunt, just what Dawn thought was going to happen. The Camarilla was dreadfully predictable when it came to these things, they had to cover up the tracks of this vampire but they couldn't get their own hands dirty. Though the bit about them believing that this was not some new fledgling having trouble with their beast did slightly surprise Dawn. 

As the prince gave his goodbyes, though Dawn was slightly disappointed by the sheriffs leaving as they had just started to notice how remarkable her skin was, Dawn turned their attention to the Nosferatu, who apparently was called herself Margarita, and the golden haired young man. Those two were obviously going to be on bad terms, Dawn had observed enough Tzimisce argue to learn that the subtlest of movements and tones can mean that one wants nothing more than to tear out your throat. Dawn couldn't help the pencil thin smile that came to their lips, this was going to be quite the interesting night. As it was apparently time to introduce to one another Dawn gracefully stepped forward and faced the group. [color=ed1c24][i]"Greetings, a thousand greetings. I am honored that we could put aside the foolish rivalries for a night, that we may corporate in the spirit of compassion for all of our shared damnation."[/i][/color] Dawn said in a smooth, cool tone before taking a slight bow. [color=ed1c24][i]"You all may address me as Dawn."[/i][/color]