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New York is now your home. You have a fairly normal life, school and a job, but there is one thing that separates your from the others. Vampires. No matter how you found it, you now know about the underground vampire club 'Porphyria'. It's a place to forget normality. Where the music becomes your heartbeat and the world is locked out. Welcome to your alternate world.

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Keean parked her car close to the club, not getting out right away. Doubts started to run through her head. She knew it might be just like the other clubs her friends had taken her to, where she merely stands and watches the others dance. She knew just because it was vampire based didn't mean it would be different. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked down at the clock; it was ten. The flier said the club opened at eight so it wasn't like she'd be one of the first in there....she hoped. She walked down the stairs into the underground club and stood next to the wall. Her knee length, long sleeved, black dress made her blend into the crowd as she watched the people. The dark music surged through her body, giving her a freeing sensation, but she would leave within a half hour if nothing caught her eyes.

"This is such a weird conversation." She mumbled under her breath and smiled at the man. They had been shouting back and forth over the loud music for some minutes now, and neither could hear half of what the other said. Still, they kept talking. He shouted something about money, and she just nodded. "Well, I'm going to dance!" She yelled and ran off without bothering if he tried to stop her. Maya stopped in the middle of the dance floor and straightened her black skirt. Once again, she smiled at her choice of clothes this night. Black shirt with short sleeves, black gloves which reached her wrists, a short black skirt and net stockings. And, of course, her favorite black leather belt with a chain. Maya was quite content with her choice. She began to tap her foot to the music, listening intently to the rhythm, and then she began dancing. At first she was a bit hesitant, but soon became wilder. She knew she was good at dancing; nothing to be ashamed of. Maya moved smoothly to the loud rhythm blasting in her ears, ignoring the multicolored lights almost blinding her. She had done this so often, it was almost routine. She knew almost all the music they played at Club Porphyria, and she never grew tired of it. This was her place to relieve stress, to have fun and to feel free, and she had been coming here for years. She had never payed much attention to who came and who left; the only important thing was for her to have fun.

Lucus was doing his 'routine' rounds, he followed nearly the exact same route every day, same time, he was often joked about as a clock to judge the time by, this only made he do it more, it was his thing, and they loved it. Pushing thought the crowd he saw Maya, dressed as usual, he nodded and moved on, she probably didn't remember him anyway she was always to engrossed in her dancing to worry about anyone it seemed.
Lucus was walking to the bar, when he noticed an unusual face along the wall, a young girl, predictably underage and human, but if she wanted to be here, that was her choice. He leant back against the bar ordering a Black Russain, he studied the girl carefully
what are you doing here?

Demitri stood infront of a mirror that took up half the wall. He brushed his black hair, the ends spiking out in odd directions making it looking strangly attractive. He straightened his black tie and looked himself up and down. He was dressed completely in black, black pin striped pants, a nice black shirt and of course the black tie brought the outfit together. He always looked good in black.

Demitri grinned at himself before leaving out the door and heading downstairs. He looked around wondering where his mother was. She was probably off trying to earn money while his father was either getting drunk or spending his moments with a girl he picked up off the streets. either way, Demitri decided not to leave a note and left. It was coming close to eleven and he wanted to get to club Porphyria before the action ended.

Demitri left the house and headed down the driveway till he came to a black lambourgini. He opened the door and slipped the keys into the hole. It began to roar with life and Demitri grinned. He put the car into drive and left the house and headed down the street. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he headed down the empty asphalt roads.

The car pulled up in front of a brick building that looked the same as the others down the street. the outside looked boring but the inside was where the party was. Demitri left the car and a man instantly came to his side.

"Mr. Aldridge would you like me to park your car for you?"

Demitri tossed the keys to the man and slipped his hands into his pocket and headed down the stairs and opened the door to the club.

Music met his ears as he walked into the club. A party always brought up his spirits and as he headed towards the bar, he sent many charming looks to a few girls who blushed and giggled to a few of their friends. He could tell they were underage and it was great to watch their immaturity. Demitri sat down in a chair and ordered a red wine. When he was asked for his ID he took it out of his pocket and showed it to the bartender. Instantly he was given the wine and he turned around to watch the group.

Demitri swished the liquid around in his glass before taking a sip from the crystal goblet. The wine burned his throat a bit before it sent shivers through his body and made him feel exhilirated. As his eyes scanned the room, he saw a girl leaning against a wall. she looked somewhat bored almsot as though she didn't want to be there. Demitri sent a vibe, something that made peoples heads turn in his direction. Most vampires had that affect. He sent a charming smile out to her wondering if she would get it. If she did, he'd probably go over and ask her to dance.

Keean noticed an man with pink staring at her. She started fidgiting with the hem of her dress, not realizing that she was making it shorter. She wasn't used to be noticed at clubs, let alone being stared at. Suddenly her eyes darted to another man at the bar. He was smiling at her. Keean tucked some of her hair behind her ear and smiled slightly, though it was easy to tell from the smile that she wasn't comfortable. She looked down to her feet; she started to wonder if she should leave now, but something inside just wouldn't let her.

Demitri's smile widened as he saw a faint glimmer of a smile come across her face. She was shy and probably felt out of place there. Placing his drink on the bar and nodding at the bartender, Demitri rose from the seat and made his way through the dance floor. People were dancing around him, next to him, at him but he ignored all of them as he headed towards the girl.

Demitri finally arrived next to the girl,a charming smile on his features. "Hello, I'm Demitri. Do you want to dance?" he asked.

Keean looked up at the man, surprised to see him next to her since she hadn't been paying attention. She found his request extremely odd, "Um...I'm not too good at dancing." Now, that wasn't really a lie, but she wasn't sure if it was the truth either. She had never actually danced with a guy. She couldn't help but stare at him. When she saw him at the bar he looked cute, sure, but up close was a different story. He almost didn't seem human. Keean laughed at herself internally, knowing that was stupid.

Demitri raised an eyebrow, his smile turning into a grin.

"That's Alright, I'm not much of a dancer either."

Demitri then took her hand in his, his skin cold to the touch but still had a faint warmth to it. He then lead her onto the the dance floor making his way around couples dancing. They all seemed to move with the flow of the beat and before Demitri knew it, he was moving his hips a bit and soon was dancing with the rest of them but his eyes remained on the girl.

Keean started to dance, her cheeks turning a rosey color. Her boby moved to the music, timid at first but she then began to let lose a bit. She was quite good, not that she would belive anyone if they told her that. She tried not to aknoledge the mans stare. After a few minutes the music took full control of her. Her eyes were shut as she danced, her hands running up her body. She forgot everything around her for the moment being.

Maya looked around. The same faces as always, though there were some new ones. She noticed the man with pink hair nodding to her, and she saw the man with black hair flirting with another girl. Maya hadn't seen this girl before. Even though she didn't pay attention to who came and who left, she couldn't help but remember the familiar faces. She knew how everyone danced, what they were usually doing at the club and where to find them. The only thing she had trouble with, was remembering their names if she even asked for them. Maya followed Lucus with her eyes for some seconds before walking over to him. "Hey, uh..." She hesitated as she didn't know his name. "Is that girl new?" She shouted, lifting her finger slightly to point at Keean. "I haven't seen her around here!"

Vincent groaned to himself, it seemed a new group of humans had decided to enter the club tonight. His eyes flashed around, taking in all the new faces. The entrancing smell of the humans made his throat burn with hunger. He ignored it and took a step in the club.

His black hair flashed around him as he walked towards the bar, he mumbled a quick "human." before snatching the glass of blood from the bartender and trudging swiftly away.

Eva pulled up to the club taking a deep breath before, fixing the hat that covered her head. She checked how she looked in the mirror. her short black hair that barely touched her shoulders seemed ok, her gray eyes...pretty as all ways, a white spaghetti strapped top and balck pants with orange and black shoes to match. She smiled for a moment before she got out of her car and then made her way towards the door. She could hear the music blasting from inside, and with each step she took, she was tempted to turn back and run away. But she was here, and she was going to stay here no matter what. She showed her Id and then walked into the club and immediatly her jaw dropped. Amazing was the only word that came to mind. Closing her mouth she walked in looking at the many people around her. I guess I can try and have a little fun? she thought to herself, continuing to walk around the club to get a feel for it.

A man with long pitch black trudge past her as she walked. She stopped and watched him as he walked away. She looked towards the bar, and took a deep breath. Maybe later. Her eyes then went to the dance floor.

Vincent walked more slowly now, sipping from his glass eagerly. His eyes turning a more light brown as he sighed and calmed down. The thirst always made him a bit edgy around humans, especially the amount here tonight.

He sat on a chair facing the dancers, looking to see if anyone caught his eye. He always enjoyed meeting a new vampire, perhaps teach it the ropes. His eye suddenly caught the eye of a lone girl, she looked nervous to be here. I wonder if she realizes that this club is full of thirsty vampires looking for a girl just like her to take home. He thought to himself.

As he studied the girl he grew more and more curious. Her exposed neck entranced him and her sparkling eyes made him anxious. He sipped the last bit of his glass before setting it down and standing up.

He walked towards her gracefully, almost like an angel, and breathed on her neck slightly before wispering a slight hello.

Jace took a final drag on his cigarette and threw it on the ground, not bothering to stamp it out. Staring at the facade of the club, he let out a large sigh. He was wondering what oddities might have found their way here tonight. The club was known for it's -- for lack of a better word -- unique crowd.

After running a hand through his bright blonde hair to make sure that everything was carefully disheveled, he sauntered in, bypassing the line that was beginning to form. He was here every night, no one ever asked him for anything.

The firs thing he did was walk through the dance floor to the bar, making a note of all the new people. It was easy for him to see, as he was about 6'3", and he noticed that there was quite a few fresh meat there tonight. Before he could actually reach the bar, he bumped into a girl with short black hair and a white spaghetti strap top. She was new, and seemed to be a little ... thrown by the club.

Someone else had been approaching her as well, but he had seen her first.

"Hello," he said to the girl before he could, flashing her his most charming smile.

Eva shook all over as a man breathed on her neck, saying hello. She turned around quickly and sumbled back a bit. The man standing behind her was beautiful,,gorgeous all most. She smiled a bit before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Hello," she said, opening her eyes and smiling. What posessed her to come to this club? She cringed, shook her head and then focused on the man in front of her. "How are you? Come here often?" she asked. Well of course he comes here often...your the new person at the club smart one... she thought to herself.

She looked at his blonde hair, and his smile. Suddenly wishing that she had worn something that didn't show so much skin. She wasn't sure whether she should run or just stay here and talk. he first one was out the question, it felt as if her feet were rooted to the ground. She tried moving but she felt utterly stuck. She swallowed no a bit afraid for a moment.

"Often enough," Jace responded as he started to drag her away from the dark-haired man, deeper onto the dance floor. His drink could most certainly wait.

The bass of the music was so strong it was making the floor shake, even though it was hard to notice as all the writing bodies moved seeminly in unison with each other. Someone watching from above would only see a sea of bodies, unable to discern one from the other. This was what Jace loved about this club, the sense of anonymity.

"You're new, though," he said as he leaned closer to her ear, his lips grazing her skin as he spoke. She smelled delicious.

Eva took one last look at the dark haired man before she walked off with the blonde hair man onto the dance floor. It was so crowded, no matter what she did she bumoed into some body. The floor, shook but the longer she stayed out their the more she wanted to dance. She started to just a little bit, looking at the man. But she stopped as his lips grazed over her skin. "Yeah I am..." she said trailing off a bit. Did this usually happen when you went to a club? She swallowed. She shook all over for a moment before her eyes rested on him. "Well...um...I'm Eva. Who are you?" she asked, swaying from side to side a bit.

"Jace," he answered succinctly, his bright white teeth showing as he hissed the final sound of his name. "Jace Wright. Wonderful to meet you, Eva." He took her hand and pulled her closer to him as he started to dance. "You look surprised."

She danced with him, She wasn'y much of a dander but at the moment it felt as if she were gliding over air as she danced with him. She pulled a lock of her hair behind her head, before she smiled back at him. "I am a bit surprised I guess. i was just hoping to see how this club works and here I am dancing with you. I wasn't even planning on dancing," she said. What she really wanted to say was that she had never seen someone like him before and that forming sentences was becoming increasingly difficult. With a sigh she just kept dancing as best she could.

In the doorway suddenly stood a group, as if they had appeared there by magic. The vampire eyes would have caught the slight movement as they entered, but many humans gasped. There were four of them, each thick with power and age. They donned the traditional black motif, with some variations, and while they looked similar, finely dressed in casual suits, there was on in particular that caught the eye. The humans wouldn't know why they were drawn to stare at him. Sure he was attractive, but not achingly so. He was...intense...somehow. The vampires in the room knew it was because he was over two thousand years old. Some had the talent to place his age, while others knew simply not to mess with him. It became apparent that he was the leader, nearly instantly, and if that didn't do it, they way the others walked a step behind certainly did.

The leader wore his casual suit in jet black, but the undershirt was white and his tie blood red. It held the emblem that all of them had somewhere on them, a black wing, the mark of the clan that belonged to the man Caius. Many would know his name simply for that mark.

Following him was an intoxicating smell, alluring and opiate. The smell was a female, lithe and fit, dressed in a pink silk gown that showed off all the parts a vampire would want to see. Her skin was pale in comparison to the humans, but had the pink breath of life, accentuated by the color of her gown. She was barefoot and wearing stalkings that went all the way up her exposed leg, and presumably up the other as well. On her upper thigh, just visible where the slit ended was his seal, imprinted on her skin.

Few would know, but definitely some, that he had bred this girl and trained her to be to taste. She frowned and pouted, speaking to him as she took his arm.

"Did you have to do that? You know I can't keep up!" his eyes slid down without his head moving, he eyed her appraisingly.

"It was only from the car, I trust that you managed?" He responded, somewhat harshly. She blinked up at him and stuck out her tongue, he caught it and dug in his nail so that it was caught firmly. She wriggled as he applied pressure, causing her a small bit of pain. "No, be a dear and behave while we are here. I need to speak with the club owner, Jack has gone to inform them of my presence, as if they didn't already know." he sighed at the formalities. Still, he wanted to be extra careful. This was to be a night of experience, not battle, and he would ensure that with little pleasantries if he must.

He led her over to a table and one of his men pulled out a chair for her.

"Sit." He commanded. She did, naturally settling to a poised position, hung like a picture in a frame for perfect viewing pleasure. She didn't even notice that she did it, it was simply how she was taught, how she was raised. Looking up at him from under her lashes, she wondered if he was displeased. He stared down at her and the corner of his mouth flicked, almost invisibly. She brightened immediately and sat happily as he left.

A man, presumably a waiter, brought her a drink unasked for and she gushed thanks at him, accepting the strange liquid. She nearly coughed when she drank it, for it burned as it went down. Her eyes went wide, and she did it again fascinated. Before long, she had finished the glass and someone had brought her another.