And even Before that ...
Karl always had fun heading to bed in the evening. Some nights he would take a Helicopter. Other Nights a Motorcycle. Some nights he drove, others he took a limo. This night it was a Bob's Taxi. The Driver was short, squalid, and pale eyed. Money made him forget things. Thats why Karl used him. The cash would go to Coke, or perhaps something tame like alcohol. Either way .. he never remembered Karl's Destination for long. Ever Since loosing James, Help was hard to come by.
Ah James, Karl's Personal Ghoul Limo driver. Karl had Groomed him, raised him, ghouled him. He was the best damn driver in town by the time his courses were done. Money was an amazing thing. You could train people, or even buy them with it. Slavery was gone .. but a paycheckwas just as effective.
The Sabat came. They assaulted James' Fragile mind. The limo killed six people that evening. Thomas Richards had taken the Ghouls place, going to jail in his stead. But then, the ghoul was already too far gone to matter.

Every month Karl Visited him, and each month he was the same gibbering mess. He kept sputtering masquerade breaches left and right, but thanks to the asylum .. no one cared.
Just tonight, Karl had placed a 17mm round through James Skull, ending his misery. He had then decided it was time to retire to one of his usual haunts for the night.
Entering the small Hotel known as the stardust, Caroline checked in. The small gritty hotel had no camera's, and never asked for ID. Never choosing a place to sleep till about an hour before dawn, Karl always kept his sleeping arangements random ... which is why he was surprised to find someone in his bed when he got in the room.
Repugnant, and reeking of the sewers, a tattered man stretched as though awakening from a long nap. Bones Cracked and healed as he stretched his mis-shapen back into place.
IT spit on the floor, and said " He will see you now ..."
Karl had his Luger out faster than he thought he could, but the Nosferatu merely stated the obvious ...
"You wretched Caitiff Scum, how dare you point that thing at me! If you came home once in a while .. you would know me and give me the reverence I deserve. hissss .. "
With Blinding Speed the .. Thing had Grabbed Karl's Luger. Metal Crunching slowly is a sound akin to a high pitch squeel.. and the room was filled with it.
" Listen you pathetic ... ", he spit again, "toreador ... I would have killed you long ago had it not been for our MEAGER family ties. I dont kill you now because the Prince deems he does not wish it so. Now .. I wil come for you tomorow, and you shall meet your new Master .."
and then, IT was gone.
Flushed as a human .. Karl slowly began to relax. The thing was gone .. obviously vanishing. Prince ? Karl was Prince ..
Unless the Nosferatu had finaly awakened form their slumber.
Deep, deep, down in the bowels of the earth dwelled many of his .. Family. Abseroke had awoken only recently .. and he and his childer were influential even from the grave. What then had been the creature to aproach him tonight?
And how the hell was he going to get that stench out from the bed ...?