We follow the rules

The stench of the damp sewer system was not something she or any other Nosferatu ever became comfortable with, an assumption most kindred made about "The Rats" that dwell here. As she navigated through the malodor, Bethany is reminded once again of the social order of things. The curse for her kind was far worse than any other kindred, the affliction of ugliness however is just the physical curse, the many monstrous assumptions by her vampire cousins were usually far worse. They are the pariah of kindred society, a revolting reminder for all kindred that all of them, Nosferatu or otherwise were monsters.
Bethany stepped in something squishy, already grossed out by the smell, she very consciously chose not to look down, she planned on taking a very long bath later that night when this whole mess was behind her and these shoes were going into the trash, soiled for all eternity.
She didn't enjoy disciplining her own, but it was particularly difficult when the vampire she was disciplining was an elder. She was fortunate that among the Nosferatu, kindred age was not nearly as relevant as ones status among the clan and Bethany certainly stood above most of the sewer dwellers, in particular, a blood bonded child like Adze. He had been warned on several occasions about his carelessness. While the young ventrue was not particularly dangerous, he was stupid enough to create a problem for the Nosferatu no one is going to want to deal with. She got what she wanted out of the deal and it was now time to meet her end of the bargain. In the end, this was going to be a win-win situation for her once this nonsense is handled she thought to herself.
As she turned the corner from one smelly corridor to another, she immediately sensed his presence. She was Nosferatu, but she really hated obfuscation, oddly, of all the creepy sex stuff she was into, she considered this particular ability as "too creepy" for her tastes.
"I know what you are going to say, so let me just stop you and remind you that I'm your elder and you have no business asking me for anything", Adze appeared from the shadows and spoke with an angry Jamaican voice.
He pulled the elder card immediately and while that would normally not carry much weight in Nosferatu society, they were alone in a sewer deep beneath the city and it was unlikely anyone would hear her scream if Adze decided to exercise his considerable age and power difference.
"I'm not asking, the Nosferatu are instructing. I'm not here to enforce anything, I'm just a messenger", she chose her words carefully, Adze was as creepy as any Nosferatu and a leper even among her kind but he had friends in low places and some respect was called for.
"Are you seriously suggesting that I should let some clanless lowlife gangster tell me where I can and can't go, I have been a resident of Red... " He spoke at her, not to her, but she already knew where this was going and she wasn't having it, she might not be an elder, but she had earned her position through her actions not just by managing to stay alive for a couple of hundred years.
She interrupted him.
"Ok look, sweetheart, I will deliver the message and you can do with that as you please, I honestly don't care" Bethany started in a calm manner, both threatening and diffusing in the same sentence. "The clan is in agreement, Carl Owens is by all counts a proclaimed Ventrue, Red No 5 is his domain and he has asked you to leave it in a Camarilla-controlled city. Not to mention that he is stupid as fuck and there is no telling what stupid shit he will do next. No one wants this shit storm, you need to retire your claim at the club and return to the sewer." she spoke softly but firmly. "And shake this god damn blood bond with that god damn Toreador". she added, though she knew she had gone too far. In the end, this wasn't about the club or Owens, it was about her.
He stood quietly in a half-shadow covering his lower body giving the impression that his torso was floating in the light. He put his hand over his face as his posture slumped. "I can't live without her", his voice broken, their would-be tears if he could produce them. The short little Nosferatu wept.
Bethany approached him and put her hand on his back and pulled him in for a hug. Adze was much shorter than her, she embraced him like you would a child. "There.. there my sweet boy", she said as she lowered her face to ensure he felt her cheek on top of his head.
Adze was always an emotional man, a tough exterior, but all teddy bear inside. Bethany knew the pull of the blood bond all to well, the emotion and fear you feel, the call of the blood. For all intense and purposes, he thinks he's in love and his lover was taken from him.
He pulled away, slowly and gently. "I don't think they killed her, there is something else going on. There is more to the story and I intend to find out what it is.", his Jamaican accent is all but gone at this point, Bethany knew why. Adze was actually from Brooklyn, the whole Jamaican thing was just a farse he created to make himself sound older. A two-hundred-year-old vampire he might be, but Adze was embraced at 14 years old and no matter how long he has been around, he's still just a child.
"Ok, I believe you, but why don't you just lay low for a while and you let me look into this whole Erzulie story. If she is alive, I promise I will find her for you".. she spoke softly reaching out to his shoulder like a mother. "ok?" she asked, now actually sounding like a mother. Why not she thought, all men were basically big children, this one for all intense and purpose still actually was.
He looked up at her. "You should talk to Carl Owens, he knows something I can feel it", Adze spoke in a low, cracked, tear-filled voice, but he spoke through his teeth and emphasized Carl Owens, with clear built-up rage.
"You know how this works, we don't act with our hearts, we act with our minds. What Erzulie did, however, you understand that in the Camarilla that sort of shit does not fly, even if she is alive, she would be alive only because she is well hidden otherwise she would be dead. We might not be able to find her." she spoke while tilting her head to make sure she could make eye contact as Adze looked down at his feet. "Just let me handle it" she added.
Adze shook his head and turned around to make his way down a long dark corridor. He didn't bother to turn around when he spoke, his voice regaining his Jamaican manly strength. "If that motherfucker so much as hurt a hair on her head, I'm going to kill that nigger". He vanished into the darkness.
Bethany waited for a moment, contemplating the situation and realizing maybe this wasn't such a hot idea. She already knew Erik Marak was involved in this mess somehow, she was well aware of Erzulies relationship with him and that was one fanger you did not want to fuck with. She had made her promise and decision, she physically nodded as she collected her thoughts. She turned around to return the way she came.
"Fucking Toreadors," she said as she picks up her phone and texts Carl Owens. The message is simple and straight to the point. "He won't be bothering you anymore".