Then there's the section in Wicked Dead on how a Dampyr is created:
Well, son, when a mommy and a daddy who are deeply in love decide they want a little baby, mommy murders a homeless man and drinks up all his yummy blood until her belly is big and full of it, and then daddy lays on top of her, and puts his wing-wang in her hoo-haa and moves up and down, and then his seed and her egg meet, and mommy uses some of the blood to make the little baby growing in her big and healthy, but because she's eating for two now, mommy gets very very hungry, and has to murder lots and lots of homeless men so in nine months a perfect little bouncing baby is born, with daddy's nose, and mommy's sickening occult affliction.
Damnation City, a supplement meant to help flesh out your urban environment in a Chronicle, provides rules for a Graffiti code Kindred sometimes use to communicate. One of the sample Graffiti presented? "Fuck Prince Gorman", which basically is the Kindred equivalent of "Fuck the Police". Apparently, just because you are immortal doesn't mean you can't be immature.