You're a fucking dead man

Bennet Steadman stormed off, stumbling over the chair as he made his way to and down the stairs from the infamous Red No. 5 VIP area.  Erik Marak smiled at the interaction, he enjoyed the squabbles of the children and their little problems.  It reminded him of the days gone by long ago, when him and his crew would squabble over nonsense.  Some days he almost missed it, somehow it just made immortality feel more real.
"What do you think?" Erik asked knowing that Damien although he plays his part well in the city, would not been able to contain himself.  Hell, Steadman was lucky the Brujah managed to keep his shit together well enough not to tear his head off right here and now.
"That motherfucker is going to get us all killed", Damien said as he leaned back and tried to collect himself and return his voice to a whisper.  He could tell in the table next to him, Steadmans mortal friends had overheard him.  He made sure to give the table the "mind your own fucking business" look, they got the hint.
"How bad is it?", Erik probed, but doing so as he activated his blood knowing that Damien was already on edge and just wanted to tell someone, the Brujah were predictable and emotional, lessons he had learned over the course of centuries.  "He left a cop drained in a morgue, another with his fucking head practically ripped off, its a mess even a fucking first year would know to clean up".  It never even occurred to Damien that he could be under the influence of Eriks presence, but then again, most kindred knew that Erik Marak was old as fuck, if he wanted to know something, he would know it and there was no sense in even trying to keep secrets from him.  Besides, Damien mostly trusted him, at least he was pretty sure he did.
"The timing is pretty bad, its just one week until the big night", Erik smiled as he said it.  He knew how much Damien was looking forward to this, somehow he derived pleasure out of adding tension and stress to the situation.  "I don't think its a coincidence or an accident", Damien said the words in a whisper as he leaned in.
"I don't know, Steadmen is a good kid, I think he means well but he is a bit of a fuck up.  He just needs some discipline", Erik Maraks voiced suddenly matured almost as if speaking on behalf of the elders of the city, it did not go unnoticed by Damien.  "Maybe", Damien said as he paused.  "I'll handle it, just..., lets just keep this between us for now", Damien stumbled over the words as knew this would end up being yet another secret on a long list of secrets Erik had in the bank with him.  
"I don't mind looking into it if.... " Damien interrupted Erik, he knew where it was going and he did not like it.  It was one thing to know about it and keep it on the down low, it was another to ask an elder to look into shit for you.  "I got it, I'll clean it up".  He finished as he started to get up.  Erik grabbed his arm with significant strength as to ensure Damien was paying attention.  "Gently", Erik said as he smiled, though his voice was low and serious.
As Damien made his way down the stairs, he was already contemplating the situation.  He had a lot of shit to juggle, always trapped between his duties as a Sheriff, his responsibility to the prince and the never ending bullshit he had to deal with from Elders.  It was a shit job, but it had its privileges.  
As he got into his car, he grabbed the cell phone charging in his glove box on a booster.  He didn't even bother taking off the plastic strip off the burners anymore, while he wasn't particularly paranoid about technology, the Elders he was dealing with definitely were.   He dialed a number he had committed to memory, it was a pay phone which he let ring four times, then hung.  Two minutes later he got a call back.  He answered the call.
"D", the voice said.  "Yeah, we have to meet up", Damien said.  "My office, 30 minutes", the voice responded.  The office was actually a shitty bar on in pretty much the middle of nowhere, it was basically a toilet as far as Damien was concerned, he hated going there and he knew that is precisely why it was picked.  He hung up the phone without saying a word.
Damien crushed up the phone and while on the freeway he tossed it out the window.  With one hand, while driving, he un-packaged another phone and put it on the booster charger.  Just another day in the life of a Sheriff.