Ciaus had noticed the human slave notice him. Her attention was thrown at him in what must have been subtle to humans and young vampires, but was utterly obvious to him. He hesitated for a moment to see if she was the best option presented to him at this moment and as he was deciding she was, another man approached her. Caius' smile widened and he decided to give the man a head start, he could hear their exchange of words and could sense how forced her manner was with this...Daisuke...and sense her disappointment. All of this stroked his ego and he decided that now was the appropriate moment to strike. He was suddenly by her side.

"Lady," he said in a slightly mocking tone, using the word she had chosen although it was hardly true. He slid one arm around her waist and faced the one who called himself Daisuke. "Excuse me, I just wanted to interfere before you embarrassed yourself." He lead her away, directing her to the outskirts, knowing she had not much of a choice but to go with him, and that she would most likely not resist since it was her original intention to gain his eyes. He stopped in a slightly more quiet corner, for her benefit more than his. He turned her around in the cage of his arms to face him and looked down at her.

"You will not lie to me, not with your voice, your eyes, your lips, or your words," his voice was alluring and typically vampiric and held a thick British accent. "You will be straightforward with me, and I will do you the honor of doing the same. You are not as beautiful as you think, imperfect to say the least, yet I must admit, for having occurred naturally, you are quite remarkable. I have no intention on taking you to bed or feeding from your flesh because, if I may be frank, and I may, I don't know where you've been." he gestured to the array of people with a slight look of disgrace.

"That being said, I would be interested in having your company for the night, as long as I should be here, and I would like to know more about your lineage to discover how such a close copy of the beauty I spend generations creating could occur so randomly in one individual." his eyes flitted across her face, a vague smile playing. He took both of her hands in his and looked down at them. "One of your hands is bigger than the other. It's extremely distracting." he commented.

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Elodie frowned as he company walked away. Undeterred, she quickly found another interesting individual and began speaking with him. She had wandered into the group of fake vampires and was engaged in lively conversation with them.

"Why do you dress that way? Is it the style here? You look rather silly!" her accent had turned slowly from French to British with a hint of German. "I apologize!" she giggled at the menacing looks on their faces. She had lived her life in a protective bubble and knew nothing of fear. The irritated man who lead their group took her by the hand and led her towards the back exit. "Nein, Herr, I must stay here! My master will be upset!" two other people, one male and one female surrounded her and pushed her further. Before she could call out, one of them put their hands over her mouth.

Once in the back, a dark place with many crooks and crannies to hide in, the leader pushed her against the wall. She gasped in horror as the mud streaked streets dirtied the hem of her dress.

"I am so much trouble!" she pulled up the end, inspecting it. Enraged, the leader drew back and drove fake fangs into the flesh at her naturally exposed neck. "Ow!" Elodie and the leader called out at the same time. He had opened his mouth too wide and aimed too far back and one of his false teeth had hit a bone. It barely pierced the skin and broke off, remaining stuck there as he backed away, clutching his mouth.

"I'm damaged!" she bleated and tears brimmed in her eyes.

Keean laughed. For a moment she thought she saw fangs. She quickly shook the thought though. "Yeah, you do look like a vampire. Pale skin, black hair..." Extremely good looks.... She chose not to say the last one out loud though. She thought about the possibility of vampires, "Well... I guess it might be possible... I would love it if they were but I still don't think so. I'm fairly sure they'd be known by now you know?"

It was getting to be too much for him. It had been a few days since he had fed, and the only reason he had come here was to find some unsuspecting human to make a meal of. It would not be noticed if he were to take her away and ... make a meal of her. Perhaps he wouldn't even kill this one, he liked her personality, she was rather like him, in that she seemed to just do what felt good to her.

"Shall we go someplace more private?" He asked her.

For a second everything went quiet and she repeated his words in her a few times, before she stopped dancing all together. She smiled for a little, before taking his hand gently. Once again in the back of her head, telling her that she should refuse and go home. But apart of her...really wanted to stay with Jace. "Sure let's go," she said with a nod of her head.

She felt his hand slide lightly over her uncovered stomach, his voice gorgeous in its own right as he spoke to Daisuke, a playful smirk playing across her plump lips as he whisked her away, her form swaying beneath his touch. She smiled to herself, proud that she had caught this man within her slender clutches, her mind working to try and discover how to persuade him to meet with her master.

Did she really care if he met with Gevik? No. It was simply as she was trained to do; and she hated to admit this. She was like a dog, having been trained with good rewards and praise if she acted in a specific manner, to bring high officials of vampiric nature to Gevik for his own personal entertainment.

She allowed him to place her within this corner, decently quiet in comparison to the rest of the room. She eyed him seductively, gray orbs slightly narrowed, forcing her eyelashes to fall forward and frame her eyes dramatically. She stood with one hip out, accentuating her curves. Her head was slightly bowed, allowing her brown tresses to slip over her shoulders and frame her breasts.

But the moment he began to comment on the fact she was not as beautiful as she thought, she lost a bit of her composure, an angered flash growing and quickly exstinguishing within her gaze. She straightened her form, bringing her shoulders back to show confidence and attempted dominance as she stood before him. She snapped her hands away from him as he studied them, her glare regaining some flare.

She closed her eyes and cleared her throat, reclaiming herself immediately. She smiled at the man, honestly enough.

"My motive, sir," she began, her voice like silk, "is not to have you toss me on a bed and have your way with me." She snickered, shaking her head gently, "No, I certainly don't want that. And for your information, I have been with few men... or beasts, whichever you prefer to call them."

She blushed lightly as she continued, although she desperately tried not to, "As for those who have taken something more 'red' from me," she smirked, trying to push the blush away, "Yes, many have had me, but my master derives other ways for them to feed than directly from my flesh... although some have had the delight of such closeness with me."

Still within his cold embrace she placed her hands upon his chest, bringing herself closer to him. "I admit, I have an agenda with you... but I shall toss it aside for a while... because I must admit that you highly interest me."

She rested her head between her hands, in the middle of his chest, her hair cushioning her skull from his hard form. "I know little of my past, if that is what you are inquiring about; where I come from, I mean. My mother was of European decent, my father... I have no clue. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Ah but my dear, Vampires are either very secretive, or they kill whoever finds out about their secret. It's quite simple really."

Demitri leaned against the bar watching the surrounding dance floor. This club was always an eye catcher and just grabs people and drags them in. It caught him at a young age and he would probably keep coming back. He sighed before looking at Keean.

"They haven't been found out yet." he simply stated.

Keean looked up at him sharply, fear noticeable in her eyes, but only barely. She swallow before speaking, "Are.... what do you you mean?" She didn't believe in those creatures, but that didn't mean others didn't. For all she knew he could be completely insane... well, maybe not completely. He didn't seem the psycho type to her but that didn't mean anything. She moved slightly to the edge of her seat, now weary of the stranger beside her. If he did believe he was one... and he followed what he just said, she could very likely be murdered soon.

"Human beings are such silly creatures," Caius mused as he he toyed with a strand of the girl's hair. "I admit that when I inquired upon your history, I was curious about your breeding." he was moving again as he spoke. He had her trapped under one arm as he made his way through the club. "You remind me of a cousin I had," he opened a back door. "Bevin was his Surname, I would be curious to discover yours, should you know it," he rushed a fake vamp and pinned him to the wall by the neck "Bevin was of unnatural beauty, in fact, many mistook him for a female, quite hilarious, I wouldn't want to be cursed with such beauty myself," his sharp nails bit into the mans flesh, and he had not enough breath to cry out or even to gasp, "The reason why this matters," Caius' fingers were deep into the man's neck, buried to his last joints, "Is because you have his eyes." the man was dead.

He hit the floor, and the others had already fled. Demurely a female appeared and followed a step behind Caius, her eyes locked on the floor. Caius reentered the building and made for a quieter corner yet again, he had already discovered that while he may enjoy the Americans, he hated their noise. He sat the newly claimed female in a booth where his female had already sat.

"Tell me," he asked, easing back into his seat, across from them both, "do you enjoy being a slave to your man?"

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Elodie felt a great deal of relief to be rescued from further damage. Beyond the small wounds on her neck, her eyes were beginning to get red and blotchy from the warm water that spilled from them. Her master was torturing her with his lack of even giving her a glance, a very affective punishment for one such as her. She knew from experience that nothing he did was without careful planning and perfect execution.

He was also wise to put her on the inside. The smell of fresh warm blood needed to be kept as far away from the dance floor as possible. The locals could get a little over zealous sometimes. Already, many eyes were locked upon their table, the males and the vampires admiring the flesh of the females and the appearance of their pulses in their necks, whereas the females longed to be in their place, staring across the table at such a powerful gentleman.

Elodie did not speak and would not until spoken to. It would be indication that her punishment was ended.

Demitri sighed before looking at her deeply with his dark hues. Did she believe him insane? No, he was perfectly sane and he could see the hints of fear within her eyes. Did she think he was going to snack on her? Maybe so but Demitri remained still until he stood up.

"If you would excuse me." he said.

For some reason something began to bother him. He felt alone even though the club was filled with vampires and humans to snack on. He wanted more. Was it power he craved? Like his father? Or was it something deeper. He couldn't tell at the moment except he did want to be something greater than he already was.

Demitri walked from the bar and through the dancing people. He shoved a few people away from him and a few men gave him glares. Demitri flashed them a look, his eyes suddenly almost devoured by black darkness. A few backed away from him and he left through the doorway his arm grabbed the door and slammed it shut behind him. A loud splintering crack rang through the club above the music as the door cracked down the middle almost falling apart.

Demitri stood outside, his back to the cold wall. What had gotten over him that had made him so mad? It wasn't Keean that did anything and he had probably scared her. He however suddenly felt a burning in his throat. he wanted someone's neck, to dig his fangs into and suck the blood from their veins. Maybe vampires were just blood-sucking, heartless creatures. Demitri laid his head on the wall and stared up at the sky. Could anyone give him what he needed?

Keean looked completely surprised when he left. Even though he was creeping her out she did actually enjoy his company. Disappointment crept over her face as she took another drink. Maybe... he wasn't crazy... or even homicidal. She sat there for a few minutes more and looked around the club. Keean figured she had had enough for tonight and got up. She walked towards the door, making sure to stay near the wall When she exited she noticed the door was cracked and tried her best to ignore it. She didn't even want to know what happened. Outside she saw him. She really wanted to go over and speak with him but rejected the idea and went across the street to her car, only to find it wouldn't start. She slammed her hand on the steering wheel and groaned.

She listened intently, leaning into his touch as he pulled gently on her hair, passing the strands between his fingers. She eased along side him as he began to walk, her lips closed tight as she continued to hear his words pass from his mouth to her ears. She easily slipped beyond the back door, her gray eyes glaring as they met with the view of the grotesque fake vampires, a sad smirk upon her visage as she shook her head. She sighed for them, knowing that their over interest in such dark things would lead to a crazed dependence and a debilitating fascination with the creatures.

Her slender smirk disappeared, however, as the vampire stepped forth, strong fingers gripping about the fake's mortal throat. She swallowed hard, pushing back against the door behind her, gray eyes large with fear. She pressed her bare back into the cool brick as she watched the man's life slip from him, the girl suddenly appearing and taking her place at the vampire's side, eyes cast down.

He made his way back into the club; and, oddly, Kelis followed. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to following him, as if she were supposed to. She was silent as he took his seat back and offered another question. Her mind turned over this new inquiry, wondering if she should be honest with him.

She opened her mouth to lie, her lips barely parting before she realizes that, being of vampiric nature, he would know if she were being deceitful. She snapped her mouth shut, a knowing smile upon her visage as she leaned forward, her form close to his.

"My last name? Gevik says it's Elaxi, but whether he made that up or not... I do not know."

She pondered for a moment before continuing, "No...no I do not like Gevik. My job is to catch the eyes of those like you and bring you to him; his hopes that one day someone of your nature will take interest in him and give him the 'gift' of eternal life. I hate him, to be completely blunt."

((Don't tell me we're already dead? =/))