4/1998

I woke to a summons from Donatello Giovanni. Seemed perfectly logical that I would be called to come see the old monster on Halloween night. The house was spooky normal. I noticed a large pile of shoe boxes I had never seen before against one wall...I don't want to know. He sat in a large room by himself. The arm chair seemed to swallow him up, and he barely noticed me as he read his newspaper. Donatello has always been good to me...but I know he is a creepy powerful vampire.
Shortly after pleasantries were observed a homeless guy came in. No shoes, heavily used clothes. He needed a shave and a haircut. Smells like mold and wet trees. I have run into him occasionally when I haunt the Camarilla events. Seems like he is a member of the Gangrel clan, name of John Politz.
With the Gangrels arrival Donatello got right to the point and asked us if we would go up north a ways to retrieve Bez Dunsirn. Bez is Donatello's stupid as a post ward. Being a vampire who eats dead people I think I am hard to offend...but Bez is just gross. And dumb. Anyway seems as if Genius was going to go get a ghost he thought his Uncle would like to have and bring it back to the family mansion. Bez has been gone a couple of days, and rented a car on Donatello's card. And got himself thrown in the lock up for six hours. Now he is out, but missing. His room is being charged to the card also...and Uncle isn't happy.

I agree to help him out, in exchange for the dropping of one of my boons that I owe him. He readily agrees. John says he doesn't want to get into boons and favors, and instead would like some money. Donatello about blows a gasket. The old man becomes fairly agitated that John might imply that his favors might not be any good.

While Donatello is gone getting cash, John and I talk about what might really be going on. I am concerned that Bez has gotten himself into real trouble, and seeing as how Donatello wants him back whole and not ashes, we need to hurry. It bothers me that Bez might try to summon and old ghost and get his ass handed to him. I'm not sure he's savvy enough to bring in a real powerful ghost and not screw it up.

John seems incredulous that there really are ghosts. I suppose with my lifestyle and allies I have become jaded to the whole spirit world thing. When I first became a vampire I wouldn't have believed such things myself...now after hanging around the supernatural world I take them as part of the scenery. Having my old platoon show up and talk to me on a semi-regular basis has gotten me past that.

After Donatello brings John two duffle bags full of gold fillings, teeth included, we head out. John has me drop him off near some trees. He leaves with the bags, and comes back empty handed. I assume he left them somewhere safe. He also returned with a wolf and a hawk. Seemed a bit much to me, but each to his own.

The drive up north was uneventful. Until we got closer, and I realized that we were going into old Sleepy Hollow to find Bez. Really? I always thought it was just a book, but what are the chances that Bez found a real ghost that was a Headless Horseman and thought it would be cool to bring back to Uncle? Talk about more guts than brains. Some spirits should be left alone.

We went straight to the hotel. Kind of a motel 8 crossed with something from the enlightenment. The night guy is playing some stupid computer game. Looking around with my Death sight, I can see the little creep is dying of throat cancer, probably doesn't know it yet.

I tell him I am looking for a friend, Bez Dunsirn, and could he point us in the right direction? Little fuck hardly looks at me before sliding a key my way and going back to his game.

We go down the doors outside looking for Bez's room. We find it, and realize that someone is already in his room searching it. We can hear a heartbeat, smell some good clean smell over the stench that is whereever Bez Dunsirn slows down. John and I talk it over quietly. We decide to go in all righteous and pure and see if we can't spook whoever is inside.

The person inside was a woman. Lulabird to be exact. I spout off as to how I am a Federal Special Agent, and as she should put her gun down. She refused and pointed her weapon at me. When I realize who it is, I tell her its me, Torsten. She reminds me that it is illegal and a Felony to claim to be a FBI officer and not be one. I talked her down, reminding her that she had a gun and I was just trying not to get shot.