Zane Theodor Kostantine's Story

At the flirty one's comments, all Jay could do was awkwardly scratch the back of his head and smiled genuinely. "Thank you, very much. That's the first time in years for me to be complimented like that." If Jay could still blush, his cheeks would be a pale red right now. "If that's what it takes to satisfy a customer." He checked his watch briefly and sighed. It was late and he needed to sleep in order to be ready for tomorrow night's attraction at the Black Cherry. "I hope you decide to grace my club with you presence soon, though." Jay gave another smile and falling into his "business-self".

"You two are welcome as well. I don't wish to exclude anyone. To be honest, outings like this are really opportunities for me to gain customers." He wasn't one to lie since he was somewhat of a goody-two shoes and he valued honest quite a lot. Telling people this way was the most effective as we for gain more customers as they felt more assured knowing the host was honest.

"...I'll be going though, I need the energy for tomorrow night. It was nice meeting you all and hopefully I'll get to see you the next evening. Ciao." He said all in a professionally calm voice and waved good-bye with warm eyes as he turned, walking through the now crowded place. Same as before, he hailed a taxi and he was on his way home.

Home happened to be a nice apartment, penthouse, that gave a view of the city skyline. He didn't hate his position, but he didn't like it either. He felt out of reach to people, but it was available and the closest to the club so he took it. Jay quickly changed out of his outfit from today into a t-shirt and sweats as he thought of tonight. If this is what happens if I step out of my boundaries, a lot will change. Jay slinked off to his bed (coffin-bed) shortly after this thought.

"Oh, it takes quite a lot to satisfy me." Genesis said suggestively to the young hybrid before him. In all serious though, the vampire hoped that this attraction that Noir spoke of would off some sort of spice to his club. He studied the male hybrid quietly as he extended the invitation to the others that had accumulated around them. "Remember to have the name Genesis placed on the list cutey." He called as Noir made his exit from the club. The vampire was actually looking forward to the next night, teasing a hybrid would be a new type of danger in his mind.

Genesis turned his attention to the young many, an attractive human already at her side and asking her to dance. He watched quietly as she flirty with the human before introducing herself and making her own leave. Genesis made a not to, at some point tomorrow, recall who exactly Ramien was. The name was unique and held a bit of a familiar ring to it. Not a big problem at the moment though considering his daughter was departing from them.

He moved back to face the bar, flirting with the bartender to get a free martini. It wasn't exactly hard with the amount of charm he possessed, humans and vampires alike were always taken in by his charisma and seductive tone. Genesis removed the olive from the glass, biting it off the toothpick it was on and chewed before swallowing. It gave him no sustenance, no really taste either, but it was nice to go through the familiar motions he had long ago before he lost his mortality.

Finding his partner to be rather quiet, Genesis took the opportunity to find what had captured Zane's attention. He followed the younger man's gaze to a woman, one he had seen before both with and without Zane. He noticed the smiles, the glints in the eyes and frowned. Zane had always been a sucker for tasty blood. Genesis glared rather childishly at both of them before giving a huff and downing his drink in all but one gulp, wishing he could get a buzz going on by drinking it so quickly.

The young boy walked close by his mistress’s side, his eyes somewhat wide by being introduced to so many unknowns in one sitting. But if the mistress should like going to clubs, he could definitely do his best to enjoy it too- or at least not make a scene.

It came as a relief when she decided to head back to an area less populated by bodies, and he reflected on how kind she was compared to so many others he had seen. As she reclined into the couch, he settled down next to her, sitting cross legged- almost close enough to touch her, but still a few inches respectively away.

Stevey gaze at Mistress Emma, and a soft smile tweaked the corners of his lips up a small bit. “If you’d like to go do something, feel free to do so. I think I’ll be fine right here.” He nodded slightly to himself, almost as if he were reassuring his own mind than hers. Yes, he’d be fine. He knew what to do if threatened as well.

She seemed to turn her head to look at him, once more making sure his person was unharmed and still nearby. He truly felt safe near this vampire, despite his usual unease towards many. She then smiled at him, to which he once more returned the content gesture.

“I really do think I’ll be fine. Don’t worry too much about me, I want you to have fun and do what you need to do.” He tentatively poked her very gently on the arm before withdrawing his hand to sit clasped in his lap, a reassuring look to his eyes. He didn't want his mistress to forever be worried about him and keep her from doing what she wanted to do.




Gleaming eyes peered through the darkness of the night, a slender form twitching against the ground. Chich blinked a few times, a cattish grin on her feline face. She trotted over to the door of the nightclub, and slipped in when another body opened it.

Tall ear flicking, the long-haired dark smoky grey feline sat back near the door, tail once more twitching against the ground as she gazed around the floors. The lights were bright and the music loud. There was a ridiculous amount of scents- both human and vampire.

Of course.

An internal smirk pressed just behind her lips as her gaze fixed on a serving boy holding a platter of food. Chicha rose from her seated position and immediately stalked her way towards him. Threading between his legs when he didn’t expect it, he obviously tripped over her, sending the platter flying quite a few feet ahead while he smacked against the floor.

A snicker pressed past Chech’s lips, and she darted to the fallen dishes. She picked out a rather slimy anchovy and carried it within her mouth cheerfully. Her eyes soon found two familiar faces, and her paws began to work upon the surface of the floors as she trotted over to them, rather unseen.

She paused at the legs of the stool Genesis was sitting on, and in one smooth motion leapt up to his lap. She immediately opened her mouth, releasing the slimy fish onto his pretty pants. She smiled ever so innocently up at him. “I brought you a present, Gen-kun!” Her voice was peppy and upbeat, marred only by her form. After she spoke, she immediately hopped into Zane’s lap, a small purr rumbling through her form to travel to his legs for a moment before it was cut off. She lounged across his legs, opening her mouth in a large yawn.

Rather large fangs presented themselves with the open mouth. They could be compared to a saber tooth, though they somehow managed not to show outside of her mouth unless she specifically wanted them to. On such a cat as she was, it would be rather unsettling to most humans.

After Alo had been slightly rejected by Valisia another female vampire who had once blended in with the crowd broke away from the dance floor walking towards Alo. Alo, sighed as he watched the woman named Valisia exit the building his gaze was quickly interrupted by the vampire. "I wont push you away." she reached up and pulled him into her, her slender fingers wrapped around his light purple shirt. She'd been captivated by his unique smell. Leaning into him being entranced by his smell. Alo, politely smiled down at her as he used his right hand to gently pry her fingers from his shirt.

She was taken back, her charm wasn't working on him how could this be. She stood up straighter glaring at him it was easy to tell from her eyes that she'd come across some Toxin. Alo, sighed and again weakly smiled down at her. "I'm sorry but I don't take advantage of ladies." he said thinking to himself 'how can I get away?' He hated pissing off vampires they had so much power and they were his "clients". The vampire's face was offended "You think I'm that kind of woman!" she huffed wishing she could slap him without drawing to much attention to herself.

Their conversation was cut short when a server tripped and fell in between them. The vampire pissed stormed back to the dance floor. Alo, knelt down and helped the poor human. "No, sir I got this." the server insisted although embarrassed. Alo, stood and looked around the room it finally occurred to him that in the corner of the bar sat Zane, Alarick's son and beside him was the well known Genesis. He examined the emotion coming from that side of the room it seemed that Zane and Rose had forgotten Genesis' existence for a moment. He looked around the room and saw no one else he knew or wished to speak to. He decided to follow Valisia's lead and head out for the night.

Alo, was tired and wanted to take a short cut home. He ended up passing threw the park once again seeing Valisia this time in a more fragile state it seemed. She was curled up on a bench looking up at the night sky. Alo walked over to her and placed his coat over her shoulders. "You look cold." he said explaining why he placed his coat over her before she could even ask.

Zane returned Rose's friendly smile as his attention was still on the girl. She was pretty high class, though that wasn't uncommon for most donors. Especially ones who tasted like she did. He nodded slightly at her thoughts, agreeing himself. Of course...any time of the week that ended with 'day' was a good time to party in his book.

Then he turned his attention back to Genesis and the older hybrid that was speaking to them. He was actually interested in this conversation...Genesis was making him uncomfortable, he could tell. Even more, he could see the switch between normal person to business man.

Zane nodded probably a little too ecclesiastically as he was invited as well. He was never one to turn down any kind of an invite that sounded fun.

The female hybrid caught his attention next, and the name she threw out seemed familiar. Ramien...probably someone he should know. In fact, he was sure he did, he just didn't care to remember faces and names unless they interested him for whatever reason.

After a moment, Zane sighted childishly, and leaned over to drop his head on Genesis' shoulder. “I'm bored, love,” he muttered, a little teasingly near the end, but mostly seriously. Zane was one to get bored easily though...

His eyes caught the site of a rather large female stalking through the room, sliding between a boy carrying a platter of drinks. He watched with disinterest as he fell and others went to help him out.

His face scrunched in disgust though the moment said feline was in Genesis lap, and quickly lifted his head off of his friend's shoulder because he wasn't too sure that that was going to end very well.

Then it spoke.

Chech. He should have known. His disinterest was beginning to cloud his thinking. He sighed as she moved to his lap, but couldn't help but rub her head before she moved down his legs.

Emmaline Cho

Emmaline smiled slightly at Stevey's words. She knew she worried too much, and knew that he could protect himself at least for awhile, but she couldn't help it. If there was anything in her world...ever...that she wanted to protect, it was him. And she took that seriously...

She sighed as she stared back at the dance floor. There really wasn't anything she'd like to do, but she needed to eat. That was simple a fact. But there really didn't seem to be a large option present. Sure, there were many humans, but she wasn't one to...take advantage. She preferred drinking from those who allowed it, not forcing it...

But even as she sat there, she watched the human count drop. There was a female freshie present, but she seemed very much taken, and left only moments after Emmy arrived. A male donor had caught her attention too, but once again...gone. Walked right out the door before she even made the conscious decision to move.

Though that was alright, she wasn't quite sure she could afford him anyway.

Stevey caught her attention when he poked her arm, a very gentle and tentative movement but...still, she was highly aware of everything he did. She smiled at him and leaned over just slightly to ruffle his hair. Normally she would have kissed him on the cheek—she was rather bad about doing that—but it wasn't really safe to be that close to him when she was hungry.

“Just call me if you need me,” she reminded him, as if she was going to leave, but even still...she didn't stand.

Genesis sighed briefly as he heard Zane speak of his loss of interest in the club. It was times like this when Genesis truly remembered just how young Zane was, the teen had the attention span of a nat. When he felt the pressure of the other's head on his shoulder, the older vampire smiled a bit. Shaking his head, Genesis lifted a hand to pat the younger's cheek affectionately. "I can tell, it doesn't seem as though anything interesting is going on though." He grinned broadly as he brought the hand that had been petting Zane down to the other man's thigh. "You know, you're always welcome to come and spend the night at my place." He offered teasingly.

Something distinct filled his nose and Genesis did not like it at all. Something feline if he could decipher it correctly. The sound of breaking glasses and a cluttering platter against the floor reached his ears before the scent of fish began to wafer towards him. Frowning, Genesis noticed a small bump against his leg and before he could look down something heavy jumped into his lap and dropped a disgusting fish onto his nice clean pants.

The ancient vampire was deathly quiet for his moved to glare intensely at the cat that had moved to sit in Zane's lap. His pupils turned to slits in anger at both the anchovy and the use of 'Gen', both of which Chech knew he hated. Abruptly he reached out, slapping the cat upside the head hard, no matter how silly it may have looked to outsiders who didn't know the shape-shifting vampire.

"Shove your present, that is just nasty!" He yelled angrily as he stood, slamming a twenty down onto the bartop. "And do not call me Gen." Childish as this outburst was, it provided his an excuse to leave the club and finally feed.

Moving closer to Zane he kissed the other man on the cheek. "Offer still stands, my door will be open." Genesis whispered against Zane's skin. He placed a hand onto the younger male's shoulder, letting his fingers drag over his body with feather light touches as he walked away. "Goodbye, Chech." Genesis said in departure from the feline woman before making his leave from the club.

Getting home wouldn't take him too terribly long. The building he owned was large and spacious, its day-time purpose was a design agency ranging from clothing to company logos. The subfloors underneath the company were used by him as a living space, large and luxurious, like an underground mansion. Either way, the tight security knew who was to be allowed in and who wasn't, so if Zane did manage to find his way there, either to crash or to finally take Genesis up on his offer, he'd have no problem getting in. So Genesis hailed a taxi and headed home.

Rosaline Juliet Belle Darling

She downed her drink elegantly before standing and sitting near Zane. "thirsty?" she asked softly. She genuinely cared about him. "Doctor says my blood is in abundance right now." she murmured gently in his ear. She crossed her legs once more as she looked over at the taller teenage vampire.

Rose liked to sing and could not resist a chance at it. So when karaoke started, she told Zane to wait for a few minutes, kissing his cheek. They were quite friendly, making those type of accents casual and acceptable.She went up, telling the guy to put on the track for Carrie Underwood's "Good Girl". Once the music started, she took down her hair, shaking it out.

"Hey good girl,
With your head in the clouds.
I bet you I can tell you what youre thinking about.

You'll see a good boy,
Gonna give you the world.
But he's gonna leave you crying
With your heart in the dirt.

His lips are drippin honey
but he'll sting you like a bee
So lock up all your lovin
Go and throw away the key

Hey good girl,
Get out while you can
I know you think you got a good man.."

She sang, a sexiness to her as she did. She winked at people, stealing their hearts.

The feline’s ears flicked boredly towards Genesis’ glare, another yawn blatantly being made to show she had no care towards any threatening stance made by him. However, what she didn’t fully expect was for him to hit her. Her form suddenly tensed, and her eyes obtained a harsh ebb to them, almost glowing from rage.

Chech’s head tilted fractionally, her right eye shifting back to stare at his form with a death glare. She was about to get up and go all smack down with him when she felt Zane’s hand lightly on her head where she had been hit, and her form relaxed once more. Her nostrils flared for a moment before she blinked again.

“It’s quite rude to not accept a gift. I went out of my way to get you that, you know.” She tucked a paw lazily under her chest, her tail flicking against Zane’s knee, a pouty tone to her voice. But she shrugged, showing that she would not call him Gen anymore. She looked up with a slightly irritated blank expression as he moved close to Zane. But when he made a goodbye to her, she definitely knew she’d need to do the same. He was fun after all.

“Bye Ginny!” She called cheerfully, her eyes lighting up with laughter.

“You still like me, right Zane?” Her pupils dilated till only a thin ring of her amber eye color showed. She pulled in her lower lip just a bit and stuck out her tongue fractionally, her ears tilting back a few centimeters- an adorable face, to be sure.




His head shifted down a bit, a look of comical distaste showing on his face as his hair was ruffled up. However, he still grinned, showing that he truly didn’t mind her doing it. She of course knew this already, considering she did it so often. At least she didn’t kiss him this time.

A small huff of air escaped his lips, and he looked up at his mistress. “I will.” He said simply, looking around again. He was momentarily caught off guard when pressure to his right appeared, and he tilted slightly towards the stranger.

He looked to his right, and immediately categorized the female as a vampire. His form tensed with apprehension and expectant fear, until he realized he actually didn’t feel as uneasy or fearful as he thought he had. His left eyebrow shot up in wonder of the strange woman. Nonetheless, he still shifted closer to his mistress, subtly showing that he belonged to someone- someone who could easily protect him. It was just something he did every single time when he was approached by someone new.

He did not speak out, rather, he let his mistress decide if this person was friend or foe. However, he felt that she wasn’t a threat, and he couldn’t tell if that frightened him more than if she were. He still didn’t know a lot about vampires.

However, his attention was suddenly drawn away by a loud crashing noise towards the front of the club. It appeared that a serving man had tripped over. His eyes caught a small shifting on the floor from where the man had fallen. It looked like… a cat?

He bit his lower lip softly before returning his focus back to the two next to him.

Zane did have a small attention span, and he was well aware of that, but he was a fun lover...so as long as he was having fun, he wasn't bored. It all seemed to work fairly well when it came down to it. He smiled slightly when his cheek was patted. Genesis always showing affection...

It was funny really how much it didn't bother him at all, even when his hand was suddenly on his thigh, and he just chuckled at the offer he was given. The ironic thing was that he would probably end up at Genesis' anyway, especially after the fight that he was going to have with his father when he got home...

He sighed though at the actions that transpired. He knew Chech was going to piss him off with her actions, he just hadn't quite seen how badly. Granted, his friend was already hungry, had a dislike of fish, and had been called 'Gen'. This was all a very bad mixture of things to happen in one sitting.

He winced slightly at Genesis' anger. It was a rare thing, and he much rather preferred the calm version of his friend. He was actually almost depressed when he got kissed on the cheek, and pouted to prove that fact. He hated being left alone after having company...especially company as entertaining as Genesis' presence. He shivered ever so slightly though as Genesis' fingers dragged over his body. He had always been a sucker for those feather light touches. Which was ironic because he had a body that could endure almost anything and it was the insanely simple stuff that got to him...

He sighed softly as he ran his fingers through his hair and checked the time. He'd probably depart before too long as well. It was an early night for him, but that meant he could still get his ass torn into by his father for missing that meeting and make it back to Genesis' before the sun rose...

His attention was then again stolen by the cat on his lap, and he sighed dramatically. "I tolerate you, Chech." That wasn't particularly true. Of all the vampires in his rank she was the only one he actually liked. She had an interesting sense of humor he enjoyed...on most nights.

He smelt Rose before he ever saw her, taking a seat next to him as elegantly as ever. He really actually wasn't thirsty, but Zane was one to indulge, and it wasn't like he couldn't afford her. He felt a smile quirk up as the girl murmured in his ear, and slid his eyes over to her.

He was about to agree to a drink when suddenly she was telling him to wait, and for the second time in the last handful of minutes he was kissed on the cheek. He sighed and sat back, thinking that perhaps he should be making his exit, when Rose began to sing.

Well...she did have quite a sexy little voice so...he supposed staying to listen wouldn't hurt.

Emmaline Cho

Emmaline just smiled as she saw that look of distaste on Stevey's face. It wasn't the first time, and she knew it wouldn't be his last. But that grin on his face told her that he really didn't mind. He was just so cute sometimes...she was really having a hard time not covering his cheeks in kisses.

Her attention had been turned towards the human girl singing then, and while Emmaline herself didn't prefer female donors, she was too hungry to be particularly picky that night. But she still smiled slightly when Stevey spoke again. Yeah, he knew how that worked. She could hear him miles away...he wouldn't even have to call her loudly if he needed her.

She immediately noticed when he tensed though, and looked over again to see the reason why. A woman had joined their area, vampire...most likely a changling because she didn't seem to hold herself as the pure-bloods did.

Emmaline didn't know the girl, but she seemed pretty young, and soft around the edges. Though looks could be wildly deceiving, she didn't particularly feel threatened herself. Still, when Stevey shifted closer to her she absentmindedly rested her hand on his knee. It was almost ironic how simple the two little movements were, and yet they spoke volumes.

She nodded slightly towards Stevey, signaling that she herself didn't feel as if the new presence was threatening, but still she felt even less inclined to leave his side now than she did earlier. She didn't like vampires around him...at all. Vampires with pets understood that feeling...even those that weren't kind.

Her attention was grabbed the same as his was towards the crashing, but then she settled back in her seat and turned her eyes towards the singer.

Rosaline Juliet Belle Darling

Rose continued singing until the song came to an end and bowed, her scent wafting from the sudden movement. Rose returned the microphone and returned to Zane. "okay, now you can answer me." she said with a slight giggle. "sorry." she apologized for making him wait. She moved her hair over to one shoulder, her neck exposed on zanes side.

The bites might have turned her on, but usually she'd insist that she'd be okay and she didn't need the sexual aspect. This was just a cover up to the fact that Rose was a virgin. She never let anyone get into her pants. She was mostly afraid of the pain, let alone the thought of having a baby.

Rose sighed, smiling at Zane. Of course, they'd kissed once or twice. Rose just didn't feel like it would be justified for her to have an ongoing relationship with a barely legal adult.

Chech’s head was tilted up and her eyes focused intently on his face as actions occurred around him. She blinked, her ears swiveling ever so slightly as his facial features shifted. She outstretched a paw and flexed it on his thigh, a small purr rumbling through her form.

”I tolerate you, Chech.” Chech looked straight up at him, and flashed him a cattish grin. “Awww, I tolerate you too, Zane~” She tilted her head to bump against his stomach and rest there for a moment- a show of affection. However, it was rather plain to them both that she was way fonder of him than her comment implied. She fully enjoyed his company, and rather liked being near him.

She pulled her head back to its natural position, and retucked her paws under her chest, another purr rumbling through her body. Her attention, however, was soon stolen by the donor reappearing by Zane’s side. She smirked, wondering if she had even noticed her at all. ’Humans can be sooo oblivious.’ She thought to herself with a mischievous grin.

Her singing was rather loud to her, though it was somewhat pleasant. Her ears tilted back at her tone, rather disliking the way she put herself before him. To most high class people, it was rather obvious that what she had said, albeit innocent and naïve, could actually be seen as impudent.

Chech’s back legs tensed a bit, quite a few enjoyable plots running through her mind at the expense of this donor. But since Zane appeared to like her, her nostrils flared slightly. Instead, she’d see if she could throw the girl off a bit.

“Meow.” The cat’s head tilted up to stare at the girl in the face, a somewhat blank animal face playing across her features. Should the girl decide to approach her- that is if she didn’t know it was Chech- she’d be getting a rather nasty surprise. Of course, if she kept her distance, all would be well and dandy. For the time being, anyway.

Now, whether Zane would decide to ditch the girl or stay, Chech would probably wait on him either way. She had already decided that she’d probably walk with him quite a ways. She had little better to do on this particular night, and found having company would be pleasant enough.

Zane shook his head, amused at Chech's comment. Contrary to popular belief, he did really like the girl, and quite enjoyed her company. She was really the only one who understood his sense of humor.

He liked cats too, so while she sat on his lap he did actually pet her, scratching behind her ear and such. When Rose returned, he was actually going to turn her down on her offer, but then she'd moved her hair over to her shoulder and...

He sighed softly, knowing that he was going to give in. Rose had a little bit of a power over her. "Alright, but I have to bite and dash tonight. I have a lot to deal with..." He stood up, holding Chech in one hand, then leaning forward to just brush his lips against the human girls. He enjoyed the way she tasted...

"How much for just a snack?" He asked, because generally he was a heavy drinker, but he really did need to get going...

Rosaline Juliet Belle Darling

The blood rushed to Rosaline's cheeks as his lips brushed hers. "Nothing, your company is the payment. Think of it as...me buying you a drink." She murmured, stealing another kiss softly before tilting her head for easy access. She closed her eyes, the pale pink color still upon her cheeks.

Zane was really the only one she would do this for. Quite often did he make her feel wanted, needed actually. He respected her, and she him. It was an enjoyable time that she spent with the boy. As his teeth pierced her skin, she relaxed. She knew if she tensed it would make it painful. Rose bit her lip, feeling the pleasure of the bite. She smirked slightly and blushed. Her cheeks were very warm.

Zane smiled as he noticed the blush that slid up on her cheeks. That was his favorite thing about humans--their ability to blush. He found it cute in a way.

His smile turned into a grin as she said he didn't have to pay. Not that he couldn't easily afford her it was just...some kind of odd compliment that he took to heart.

"Aw, then I'm terribly sorry I can't stay long," he admitted. He almost wished he could, between her and Chech he actually had some good company. But there were other matters to attend to.

As she tilted her head he ran his thumb down her throat, then down her arm before sliding his hand over to her lower waist. He sat the cat in his other hand down on the bar stool before standing, pulling Rose closer to him as he ran his tongue over the points of his fangs. Finally, he leaned down and slowly sank his teeth in the soft skin of her neck.

Warm blood rushed into his mouth filled with the most exquisite taste. She did have a really amazing blood type.

Chech yawned, watching the display between the two before her. She smiled only cheerfully as he held her in one arm. She looked up without any amusement as he leaned forward towards her face. It wasn’t that she disliked the donor, nor the fact that Zane liked to play with her, but rather that he took her forward with him a few fractions.

The scent that the girl had decided to wear on that particular night was rather unpleasant to the feline, whose sense of smell was only heightened by her form, and she coughed silently, her body shaking once from the action.

Thankfully, it was short-lived and Zane, after the donor decided that his snack would be free, set her down on the barstool. Chech immediately sat down on her rump and watched as he pierced her skin and her blood smell seeped forth. Chech, however, was far from hungry, and in any scenario would have disliked being close to that scent.

Once the boy finished, and unfortunate for her, the girl shifted just somewhat and Chech leaned forward to poke Zane, as he did apparently have somewhere to be, but instead was met with the girl’s strong scent.

And this time she sneezed.

Ah, the wonders and unsteadying fact of cat snot- all over the donor’s shirt hem and partly her stomach. Chech looked up at her with only the innocence that an animal can possess when doing something somewhat vile, and then shook her head harshly to regain her normal stance- as most animals do after sneezing.

Once the little act played out between the three, she meowed at Zane with a rather bored tone, reminding him that he had somewhere to be. Somewhere she’d probably be going as well. Once he departed from the establishment, she would follow closely at his heels.

Zane sighed as he licked one last traveling bead off the woman's neck. He was a clean drinker, so usually he could stop the wound from bleeding too bad, but every once and awhile there was one last drop that wouldn't stay put.

He licked his lips as he leaned back, enjoying her taste, then frowned at Chech as the cat sneezed on his favorite little donor. Cat snot was annoying, but at least it wasn't thick. Still, he handed Rose a napkin and kissed her on the cheek, then was interrupted by Chech's meow. “I'm really sorry, Rose. But I can't stay.”

He turned away from her then, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair he had been sitting on and throwing it over his shoulder. “I assume you're going to follow me?” he asked Chech with a raised eyebrow. He really didn't care, he just knew he was about to get torn a new one when he got home.

He grabbed his glass off the bar, took one last drink just to get a little affect of the alcohol with the blood he'd so recently drank, then took off out the doors. He walked home, he didn't particularly mind it, and unfortunately enough it only took him around twenty or so minutes to do it.

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Alarick Kostantine

Alarick cursed under his breath as he washed the blood off his hands in the never used kitchen sink. He had almost left that room out of the house plans originally, but there did happen to be one too many humans frequenting his home to quite do so.

Now, he was glad it'd stayed, it was really the only room he could use for this kind of activity.

Sitting at the dining table behind him was a small seventeen year old girl, with light blue eyes and lavender hair. She was meek, mistreated, and most likely damaged. He really couldn't think of a better pet for his son.

He sighed as the nights events came rushing back to him. It'd started out fairly normal: Fight with Zane, demanding he attend the meeting in a few hours, attending said meeting alone and looking like a fool, then...having to deal with some problems, namely Loki.

It was only an hour before sunrise and his damned son still wasn't home.

He scrubbed more angrily at the blood on his arms. He had known Loki owned a pet and he'd forgotten about it. The meeting wasn't supposed to go as it did, though. He'd actually had ever intention in keeping Loki alive but...disagreements were disagreements, and action had to be taken.

Loki had actually been his friend, but he was causing too much trouble. Their world revolved around secrecy, and Loki was like a walking, blinking sign of what they were with the way he was walking around murdering people.

Loki just wouldn't see reason. It was almost as if he was begging Alarick to kill him. And that was exactly what he did. Now, he was left with a burden—the damned pet. Except on the ride home he'd come to a conclusion: Zane needed to learn some responsibility.

He turned off the water as he grabbed a hand towel to dry his hands. Otherwise, he was completely free of any traces of the nights events.

The young pet, however, was covered in blood that was not her own.

The young feline smiled amiably at the boy, only flashing him a look that said: ‘But of course.’ She hopped down after him, her feet once more padding against the ground as she trotted behind. Once they were out the doors, she had already been walking right next to his ankles. A smirk flickered across her countenance, and she looked up at him as they walked.

“I have no plans for tonight, so I’ll probably be tagging along for the whole ride, unless of course you and only you decide to force me away. It’ll probably lessen the blow if I’m there. Maybe; then again, your father can be rather unpredictable at times.” She didn’t pause even for a second, speaking as freely as she so desired.

Chech squinted faintly as she looked up at the lightening sky, and then returned her gaze to him. “So, what lovely plans do you have in response to your father?” A cattish smile alighted on her face, and a look of mischief sparked across her eyes. It’d be interesting to see if he just took the yelling or if he would try to defend himself.

It wasn’t so much for her entertainment- she honestly did want to be there to help in any way she could or soften the blow. But obviously, there was value in it anyway.

Zane shook his head slightly at the cat as he walked with his hands in his back pocket as she trotted behind him. He walked at a pretty regular pace, knowing she could keep up. She stayed close to his feet though, so he just made sure not to trip over her.

"My father is going to be pissed off on a whole new level tonight," Zane admitted. He knew he was string the pot of shit already, he just kept making it worse and worse too. "So I guess it's all up to you rather you want to stick around or not."

He was quiet for a moment as he thought about her question. Usually he was a fairly rebellious little boy, but he wasn't really planning on it tonight. He finally just shrugged. "Let him yell for about half an hour then hall ass back to Gen's and stay there for the day."

It'd probably disappoint her a little, he had to admit, because she was all about mischief. He just didn't really feel in the mood. Honestly, he was tired.

Chech rolled her eyes at his explanation, remaining right where she was as she walked. “It was only a simple meeting you missed, I don’t know why your father is going to be so pissed off about it. Then again, I’m free from having to attend unless I want, so eh.”

She blinked before twitching her ear. “Nah, I’ll stay with you; probably up till the point where you get to Ginny’s, if you can even slip out.” She smirked, one fang slipping past her lips as her facial expression made its appearance. She enjoyed the new nickname she had dubbed Genesis with.

Chech shook her fur out, suddenly shifting her form as she did so. Legs became elongated, and her snout became much more prominent while her tail became much fuller. She had become rather tired with having to take so many steps to match Zane’s, even though she could keep up with him, she had decided to mould into a wolf, loping at his side.

Her ears swiveled to and fro, taking in all the new sounds and vibrations that flowed forth. Parting her mouth slightly, her tongue lolled out into the morning air. She remained rather silent for the time being, figuring that they were nearing his house anyway and that they had little more to talk about.

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Rose relaxed as he pulled away, kissing her on the cheek. The rest of the club seemed to be a blur as she focused on him walking out. She smiled slightly and had a few more drinks before singing again. After that, she hung around a few vampires and let them fawn over her. She had no intrest in being taking to their house, or for taking them home and putting Grace in danger. She bid them goodbye and walked to her stylish house a few blocks away.

She smiled as she walked in, everything as she left it. She kissed the sleeping child on the forehead and changed into a night gown before plopping into the bed and passing out tiredly. She smiled in her sleep as she began to dream. She was very content.