San Francisco by Night

Delaney H Creed III

Delaney H Creed ( Taken 12-4-92 )

The heart of old man winter ticked with icewater in his veins in 92. I was living in the South. In the port city of Mobile Alabama. It was as good of a place to start as any. The economy of the area was getting back on it's feet and the town itself had a small familiarity to it. Not like any place I had been or seen before. No, I can say with certainty this charm was more like an extended family. Be it because of the harsh regulations and convictions placed on it populace or, more the fact almost everyone was the product of inbreeding. Whatever the words are they escape me. But, it was in that year that my quest to reclaim my humanity started. I was dealing in the local drug trade. Trying to pump the market with the best stuff. Hell, I practically open the flood gates on it. I was on my way to the top when things took a turn for the best. I never anticipated one man interference. Not that he tried to stop me. Only by showing me that positive planning resulted in excellence. Simon, as you well know, was his name. He was the ruler of the city's night dwellers. And he was as old as the stars. He brought me out of my stringent regiment to the path of the warlords, and helped me adjust to Life as opposed to the unlife I had been living the last 93 years.

It was 82 years ago that I lost my life. More that I surrendered it to the darkness. But, it was never my decision in the first place. See I had just turned 20. I was basking in the zeal of life. I had just married the woman of my heart (Another story and another time) and I was under my fathers guidance. DR Howard Creed. He was intelligent man who's only passion was to pass on the knowledge of his trade. That was Egyptology. I can still remember as far back as being a small child. He would take me to exotic strange lands. Expose me to culture and languages and always be there to answer any questions I had. I was all he had. My mother, I should really say his wife, I never knew her, had died giving birth to me. No one could every tell him why. And as much as I resented myself for killing her, he never did. All that time in-between is sealed now only in my memories. Sealed as tight as the tomb he and I had uncovered. It belonged to Apollon the III. Son of the kings. And it had been air tight for over 1000 years. And it was our first major find together as a team. I remember he nor I could not sleep. The 40 some odd workers we had hired had all gone to rest for then night but, he and I pressed on. And with our combined determination we were able to open the door to the chamber. I can still smell the staleness of 1000 years. The dead bitter taste it left on my tastebuds. What was on the other side, was something nothing can ready you for. Not even as a child and your father tells your the haunting tales of mummification. This was a million times worse. My sire to be.

I recall the shock on my fathers face. And I remember I never heard him scream. I don't even think he had time. It all happened so fast. He had fallen to the floor, his neck broken and I was grief stricken in a paralyzing panic. I remember Apollon left the tomb quickly. I think he knew more blood was above us, and after 1000 years I think he was parched to say the least. I remember the papers stating only 7 of the workers made it back to Alexander alive. And their recounts were that hordes of cobras had invaded the camp and killed the others. There story was collaborated by the doctors when came across the remains of the blood bath. As for me and my father. Our bodies were never found. Apollon had burned my father in praise of he reemergence and had embraced me to be his guide to the current world. It was then that I became the victim of his blood and cursed by his taint. a large part of the right side of my body became covered in the scales of snakes. He named me Tetanka, which translated means teacher. He would plague my being for the next two years.

It was in 1912 that got my lucky break. Apollon wished to venture to the new world. The Americas He was relay to my new and daring conquest. In the two years before I had become aware of his past and the Clan I had become embraced into. I was not ever pleased or willing. But, the bond he held over me was to strong to break. But, it was my zest for exploiting a new wealth thanks to my sire that put us on the Grandest sailing ship of her day. The RMS. Titanic. The cruise it self was a revelation. And it's out come resulted me in freedom. I carried on to the new world. And I was not alone..........

But, it was not my sire that I had saved that night. Indeed when I feel the time is right I to will share that with you.
And with all of these events in-between When I faced Simon in his city that cold December winter of 1992 they mattered no more. For he showed me that the beast inside can be tamed. And so it all began.

(Taken from a letter written to Kitra, Daughter of Simon, Prince of Mobile Alabama. 9-19-96)

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Delaney VS Tet

( Two side of the same coin )

It's always a toss of the coin when your dealing with this enigmatic Kindred, that is as far as, what your getting yourself into. He can become shrewd but, he yields incredible results. He will deliver on a deadline with deadly accuracy. The only way to make sure your getting what you paid for is by respecting his professions and knowing what side of the coin your dealing with. To put it in laments terms, On Heads you deal with Delaney. The side which tenaciously clings to his humanity. This side is the laughing, breathing, red faced, glowing young man that adds splendor to a room with smiles and pleasantries. One who prides himself on his wardrobe and his flashy toys. Mugging every time the snapshots click away or a sizable mirror is passed by. bright and cheery. All most sickening to any one who rejects humanity. But, in the event the coin lands on tails, then you find yourself in the dark with Tet. His horrific vampiric half-self. Then you can enjoy or fear the carnality of his decadent perversity. His fangs rest under his curled smile and his once rosy cheeks hallow into pale ashy dimples. He becomes as cunning as the serpent his clan praises as a mascot. And is as quick to strike when provoked. It's not know where the line is drawn between these two. They are entirely two separate sides which work in harmony. Hand and foot type stuff. Be wary of this one. Which one you ask? Both of them.

"Prince Nativity, 7th removed from the Blood of the Rose, Prince of Pensacola FL" < Torrie Clan Status of 4 >

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The place to find the funny snake oil salemans at.

Delaney's Prized roaming haven "The Queens Gambit "

The Queens Gambit is a vessel abundant in her appointments. With 4 floors, 15 berths and a crew of 6. One of which is the ships doctor. And all whom are the personal herd of Delaney's. She can be found anchored off the shore most of the time and hard to reach durning the day. As a cover and a risky place for income. The QG as she is called, is a chatter ship for the rich and famous. The Galley serves up the finest seafood found on the west coast with a Five star rating. It takes day trips around the bay. The lower part of the ship is only assessable to Delaney himself. And requires a Security rating of 4 to bypass. He also keeps four retainers and only one of them lives on the boat. His name is Dicky. He is the day tours activies guide.

The Front.

Arts and Entertainment - Tets Antiquities

Delaney also recently open a small shop in the heart of Downtown. It theme is Fine Antiquities and heirlooms and fine prices. Trade-in's are accepted. The shop hours are from 11 am till 7 PM. After hours the shop is open only to the city's Kindred. In the ominous shop of old items you can find items dating back as late of 600 BC. If no night time deals are in the works the shop is locked and closed by his retainer Kyle Resse. Who, is on call to open the shop in case any Followers of the clan come by seeking shelter. In the attic of the building an elaborate Settie temple can be found for any Followers in need of guidance or seeking spiritual answers. It's also dangerious becaue a small spindle stairwell that leads up must be transverse. As it is the only way in or out. If a fire were to break out anyone upstairs may become trapped. This is a violation of the city's safety codes and could result in the building being closed by inspectors. The store is protected by security. A rating of 3 or better is needed to bypass. The building is earthquake compliant and insured.

Just a house in the hills.

Wynnsong Manor

This is Delaney Creeds only Land based haven. The Famed Wynnsong manner. It's been standing on the banks of the bay area for over 100 years. It has over 90 rooms and a west wing which has not been lived in over 40 years. Delaney keeps most of his collected artworks housed behind these walls. And the house is maintained by his last two retainers. Drew and David. The house has many old secret rooms and passages. And has been in Delaney's hands for the last 40 years. Only minor security is on the house. A rating of 2 or better could get inside. Five dogs and a staff of three. One maid, one cook and a groundskeeper. They have been in loyal service to Delaney for the last decade.( Just the people not the dogs. ) They are not a part of his herd nor his retainers. But, they all do need green-cards to stay in the US so they never say anything about Delaney's strange hours.


The Dropzone

Sand Island Lighthouse

This small lighthouse is owned by Delaney. And he is the only person who knows this. This is his little hiding place. And should it or it's contents be discovered, he would have to answer to a lot of people. It has no security rating. Just a padlock and a 3 digit combanation. It all that protect this place. It does have a small hidden room under it's floor and is very hard to spot.

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Delaney's lap of luxury is fun to sit in.

Delaney has a passion for cars. More for look and show. He has over 11 cars in his collection but, these two are his jewels. In keeping with the image of a Media Tycoon he sports the Red BMW Z-3 back and forth to Affairs which have any bearing on any human inter relation he keep. And trust us he keeps lots of them. The Blue Jag is seen out and about when he has affairs with the Nocturnal Denizens of the Bay Area.

Babes in Toyland

(Shirley Manson of Garbage ) ( Fiona Apple )

Delaney might not have any luck at the roulette table of his friend Jonathan's casino. But, he is never caught DEAD in the joint without escorting some prized actress or rock and roll flavor or the month. His reasoning is the more he's spotted with these pubic vixen's the more likely he is to be seen. And how they make do tend to make him more photographic.

"He's just the sweetest thing, I could eat him up like he was candy. But, No, were only friends, I asked him out and he said no! " ( Shirley Manson of Garbage when asked if she was in love with Dr. Creed )

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A Way of Life

The way of life in America is much like life in the land of Egypt 1000 years ago. Her people facing a turning of the calendar. Celebrating the point that man declared 1 AD. Advancements, Wars, Miracles, and plagues. Revelations and rapture. They survived all of it. And built a legacy I have seen with my own eyes. Yes, Ladies and Gentelmen I tell you this. We too shall carry on with life. And we will have ADVANCEMENTS, WARS, MIRACLES, And Plague. But, if we DON'T RESEARCH the past, we can't preserve our way of life of other to discover 1000 years from now. I thank you all who care for this cause.

( Delaney Creed's Thank you acseptance speech at the 98 Preservation Society Ball in New York. )

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