Things continue to take an uncertain turn in London.
North called a meeting of the Red Lodge coterie at one of our properties, and rightly so for change is in the air and a common position was called for. The meeting was primarily to discuss the recent rumors regarding the reawakening of Prince Mithras and those that call for the dismissal of Valerius as Seneschal. Most favored Valerius but all agreed to follow whoever was legitimately in charge of the city's night, especially if Mithras indeed did awaken. After the meeting we split into two groups to check for any sign of Miss Butler, Adolfo and North went to check her home, while myself and Lady Dunsirn went to see her Sire.
It took us some time to arrive but once we did it soon became clear that Anthony Fortesque knew nothing of his childe's disappearance and in fact seemed upset by the news. She has been gone for several weeks now.
We did however relay what we had learned about her paramour Lord Henri D'harcourt's true identity as none other that the Tremere Antitribu Herr Hildebrant. We promised to keep him appraised of anything we might learn while he in turn stated he would join the League on any hunt for Hildebrant.
Adolfo and North's investigations bore a little more fruit. Upon entering Miss Butlers residence they were confronted by a scene of violent murder. All of the house's mortal servants had been killed and left to rot where they fell. There were few other clues to be gleaned there at the time but on a side note they also managed to secure the deed for our shared business The Twisted Poppy.
We reconvened at League House, and not long after North led myself and Dunsirn back to the scene of the crime. Through the arts of auspex and necromancy (very interesting to see it in action...) we came upon the shocking truth. The killing of Miss Butler's servants had been committed by none other than herself. Perhaps in the grip of a frenzy, perhaps under the influence of Hildebrant, perhaps not. Either way she appears to have left with him after the act... Most disturbing. Naturally we will have to get to the bottom of this but hopefully all will become clear after we find this fellow and bring him to the Prince's justice, so to speak. The spirits of the dead also revealed to us that one of their number, named Laura, managed to escape their former mistress and flee into the night. It was time to assemble The League.
Later that night we managed to assemble the entire current membership of the Sabbat Hunting Army-League. We shared and relayed the latest developments in the hunt for Hildebrant, a development with surprised Fortesque especially. Harold Tanner of clan Nosferatu agreed to lead efforts to track down the missing servant named Laura before the topic of conversation once again turned to the aforementioned Mithras/ Valerius/ Lady Anne issue. There was some disagreement here but all resolved to act in solidarity with each other and in accordance with the Traditions. As I said, uncertain times. It was after this that I caught Adelpho and North discussing something strange, it would seem that they had both had prophetic visions of some kind about a particular 'girl', they mused that they may be related to whatever awaited Mithras in North's sire's the sarcophogus. As this appears to be of mystical importance I will attempt to pay close attention going forward. At the end of the night North left saying that he was going to visit his sire to learn more if he could.
As you are no doubt already aware our own neonate Anthony Bellamy also disappeared during this time, we do not know yet if this is related to Hildebrant.
A few days later was the next time that I met with my fellow Kindred, it was time for the much anticipated festivities of the Red Bachannal, to which the entire League had been invited by the mysterious Duke & Duchess of Amber - childer of Mithras no less.
We arrived as one at the location. It was out in the wilderness but the festivities appeared to be in full swing when we arrived nonetheless. All was not what it seemed however. The Duke & Duchess greeted us formally and were bedecked in anachronistic finery, but their was a disconcerting bestiality beneath their aristocratic demeanors. After the customary introductions a Kindred prisoner was brought out in a cage, the poor man seemed terrified and begged for forgiveness, but the Duke & Duches proclaimed that they had tired of him before stating to all the rules of their 'hunt'. Whoever caught him first was free to devour him. The gathered Kindred whooped with hungry delight. My fellow League members however seemed uncomfortable at this turn of events. This was more like a Sabbat gathering than a Camarilla Elysium.
After the poor man was given a head start the hunt began and all present set off. Most members of the League held back, hoping that others would intercept him or that he might escape, but he somehow evaded his pursuers and doubled back. Soon we were face to face with him. I attempted to grab him myself in the hope that once I had claimed him I may be able to release him, but Adelpho got there first.
Without our noticing the Ravnos had thrown himself wholly into the perverse Ventrue games. I saw then that his intentions were not the same as my own. He had truly joined the bachanal and with a hungry look in his eyes he extended his fangs and seized on the hapless kindred, bearing him to the ground as others surrounded them. Our fellow League members looked disgusted by the display and we began to back off from the scene as, aided by the Duke & Duchess, Adolpho committed Diablerie on the unknown vampire. Myself and the other horrified League members exchanged a look and all knew it was time to leave. Shortly after we made our excuses to the terrifying childer of Mithras and left their company. It was time for a stiff drink of Red Fairy at the Twisted Poppy, on that much all agreed. Adelpho stayed at the bachanal.
Though my commitment to the League remains as strong as ever I must admit that I am beginning to regret my association with the Red Lodge coterie and find myself increasingly sharing with little in common with them. As far as most of them go these days when they are not enslaving the souls of their fellows they are drinking them dry. As I still cherish what is left of my humanity I am now forced to wonder what separates us from the Sabbat when we behave in such a fashion. I will continue to assess my position carefully. Perhaps I will simply focus on my personal business and clan matters for a time.
I will write again soon.
Dr Franz Metternich