Constance DeLaney

The beast within me was released tonight. I was unable to aid my fellow Camarilla members. The only thing I accomplished was steering the bullets away from my more physically vulnerable friends.
Overall there is two thoughts on what is occurring in Annapolis. One they are all Sabbat or two the Sabbat is few and the anarchs are many.
Is the nosferatu steering us in the wrong direction or does he not know the anarchs are now Sabbat loyal. (She cringes.)
Nosferatu should know their shit.

Only four of us fought bravely against the Sabbat. The rest are cowards. There is no honor in watching your fellow Camarilla members parish in front of you. I had no weapons yet I fought. I did not have the fortitude to stay up but I continued.

I hate Sabbat. I hate what they did to me.
I will seek vengeance and I will repent for my sins.

Edge fought bravely. The tremere know honor and I can respect that. Earning my respect and loyalty is extremely difficult. I look forward to finding someone I can aid and someone I can get a weapon or two from, I would benefit greatly from firearms. I am just not ready for hand to hand combat.
My speed is my only advantage. I must remember to utilize it to my advantage. My superior has asked me to wipe out the Sabbat. How do I wipe out seven packs... Not alone. My plan to walk into Annapolis and gather information is not going to work. They will attack D.C. And they have taken over the city.

I must find a way to overthrow the Sabbat in Annapolis.

(The urge to feed increases)

I must hunt. I have healed and I'm too long in blood to survive another attack. (She begins hunting down criminals and drug dealers- something about killing a drug dealer brings a little peace to her past.)

Low on-

Saturday, November 16th
The Gangrel are growing in numbers. The league seems to be going smoothly but still indecisively.
I dont know how I can aid the Camarilla other than killing the Sabbat. I am unsure of a way to communicate effectively with the Anarchs. The Sabbat will attempt to take over D.C. I will inform the Gangrel Whip of their unscheduled plan to arrive by water. I will spend my nights waiting and hiding around the D.C. harbor area. I may not see anyone, it may be pointless, or I may gather precious information from the normal comings and goings of the area at night. Perhaps there is a hole in the security a particular night. Perhaps there is a specific way into the sewers from the Harbor that could be utilized.
Sabbat take their time and they wait for the perfect opportunity. Sabbat are patient. I must gather the strength to be more patient than them.
The new female Gangrel is being taken under the wing of a Nosferatu. I am cautious about this transaction, but she seems to think it would be beneficial. she has continued to text me her whereabouts and ensure her safety is being maintained in his presence.
Edge is doing his job well. I do not think I could lead the Gangrel as he has.
Batshit has grown on me, as much as it kills me to even repeat it. He is useful and in time he will be a major asset to us in our endeavors. I dont know what lead me to drink from him. Perhaps it was just impulsive. I hope I havent fallen back into old habits. For whatever reason it was I have been given other ways of obtaining blood. I mustn't drink from Camarilla Kindred. I didnt really even think twice about it. They thought it was careless. Maybe it was, but I was able to fight in battle right afterwards if they needed me. I feel like that was what needed to be done. As a warrior, you live by a different code. You do what you have to, to survive.
These masked individuals dont seem to be provoking anyone. I dont want to give them a reason to be violent. Are they ghouls of the Sabbat or the Anarchs?
I need some direction. I need some information to go off of.

Patience is a virtue, that I lack greatly.

(Constance is making another stack with her survival ability and filling up on blood using her Herd x4)

November 30th
Our quiet night turned into a disaster. We decided to seek out Jax again at his raver/hip hop scene. A few of us messed up yhw place just trying to turn off the music and grab his attention. They got hurt in the process of unsuccessfully turning off the hip hop music. Bat shit flew through the windows more times than I can remember. A new tremere named Crovax accompanied us to the board of Annapolis' club.
He decided to drink from one of the locals. Without a doubt he was higher than a flock of migrating geese. He gathered humans and had them perform a raver routine that ended up being amazing. It got Jax' attention and he took Crovax into his back room. Luckily Crovax' use of his powers weren't dectected by the mortals. The masquerade was held in tack. I happened to get most of his routine on my phone via the camera/video application.
Ira and I attempted to wait for Jax to finish speaking with Crovax. The other Tremere Waltz (?) asked for Iras phone and walked off. The next thing we heard was a car racing toward the building we were occupying. I can only assume that it was the bomb car we had a block away and our signal to bring it in to the club if shit came down had been given but it hadnt been given by Ira. It must have been that stupid tremere. Apparently he wanted to try and kill us all. Something the mexican thought was important stopped the bomb car and ran off. Dinero said he had something like an object that would benefit someone greatly and that I would be foolish not to use something like that to my advantage. I normally don't take things from others. I earn it. Do I need to set aside some of my morals in order to survive? Dinero gave me much food for thought. Ira was right. It was an interesting conversation.
What to do about that Tremere?
Ill take it to edge and see what he thinks. He really fucked up taking it into his own hands before we even had a chance to use diplomacy. This could be the icing on the cake for the anarchs. They might never consider a team up now. We have shown ourselves to be too unpredictable and impulsive. That fucking tremere fucked it up for us.
(Using herd x4 to give blood to Robs character to make her blood peas)