Nosferatu

 This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are
 extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains
 finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.
                                               
 A Treatise on the Probable Origins and Physical Anomalies of Subspecies
                       Homo Sapiens Nosferatus

 The Year of our Lord, 1897
 By Claudius Maximus, Clan Tremere.
 
 Do not the Nosferatu share the ability of the Gangrel to establish a rapport
 with the lower denizens of the planet? Verily, I have seen a Nosferatu
 crouched low amid her sewer haven, staring into a great rat's eyes for
 fully an hour. I believe that they have more in common with such creatures
 than with the humans from whom they have so tragically devolved.
 In any event, it is indisputable that whatever crime the Nosferatu
 forefather committed has been at least partially expiated upon the flesh
 of his progeny. While the Embrace for most of us is a blessed gift,
 endowing us with the boon of immortality and the elixir of potency, the
 Nosferatu are instead twisted and disfigured beyond human ken by the 
 transferal of vitae.
 The Nosferatu, whether due to their horrid disfigurement or some other
 as yet unknown factor, are to a vampire graceless and crude. The refinements
 of the higher clans seem lost on them. Even their brute strength, which
 occassionally proves useful, is perverted by their brutishness.
 Nonetheless, a certain low cunning pervades the Nosferatu. The clan- for
 we of the Camarilla go so far as to grant the Nosferatu equal status in
 hopes of bettering the hapless race - is infamous for its ability to garner
 and compile data of all sorts. I believe this penchant to be instinctual
 rather than premeditated, rather like bower-birds adorning their nests with
 all manner of gaudy debris. A Nosferatu overhears a half understood snippet of
 information or gossip, and then parrots it amongst his own kind, without--
 
 [The manuscript was never finished, and, indeed, seemed to be interrupted
 in progess by the untimely Final Death of Claudius Maximus. Our esteemed
 peer was discovered in his sanctum, strapped to his own dissecting table.
 It was evident that the instruments of Maximus' death were his own magical
 instruments. No positive identification of the perpetrators could be found,
 but, scrawled on the laboratory wall in a fluid that Thaumaturgic examination
 has proven to be Maximus' own vitae was the message
 
 I AM NOT AN ANIMAL. I AM SOMETHING MUCH WORSE!
 
 Of all the Kindred, the Nosferatu are perhaps the most alien. Other
 vampires can walk amidst the mortal crowns and thus maintain at least an
 intermittent grasp on their former species. Not so the Nosferatu. They
 must lurk below, their view of the mortals filtered by sewer bars.