Neuchatel

Xavier stood before a large fire, watching the flames with a somber look on his face. He held a letter in his left hand that simply said, "Contact, Prince of Neuchatel".

A man stood in the shadows behind Xavier. He was wearing a black suit with a silver emblem on his chest.

"So, Xavier, you have all the proof you need. Give me the order."

Xavier turned to face the man. "We still don't know for sure who is behind it all. This could be far more complicated than it seems. One Nosferatu in a city run by the Ventrue doesn't seem likely to..."

"You have all the proof you need. It doesn't matter who is truly to blame, they'll all meet the same fate. Give me the order."

Xavier looked down at the letter once more. He knew he couldn't stall this decision any longer. It was only a matter of time before other vampires looked at Guillaume's actions with Vaud and decided to test the boundaries. Unfortunately for the residents of Neuchatel, guilt and innocence wouldn't matter.

"Send the Legionnaires. Bring me Contact and kill the rest."

The man smiled and bowed slightly as he said, "As you command, Senechal."

Xavier turned back to the fire and watched the flames once more. He knew he could not warn the residents there, even the truly innocent ones. The Beast snarled inside him, calling for him to take part in the bloodshed. Xavier stood silently watching the fire, wishing he could feel guilt or remorse for the murders he had just ordered.