Bianca's Story

Bianca

It was one of those nights, a night where I was going to paint the town either in fear or mischief, I wasn't really sure which yet though. As soon as the sun had started to set I put on my usual night crawl costume; it really couldn't be called anything else. My full face make-up made it seem as though I had just walked from a carnival what with the my whole face being white, red lips and a red dot on the tip of my nose, heavy eye-liner and mascara, and the signature detail of the black streaks dripping down my cheeks. My clothes, consisting of a leather leotard corset, black high-heel boots, a black scarf, and a small red sheer fabric skirt.

As I walked down the street I certainly turned heads, and too all of those who were alone I flashed them a creepy smile that nearly sent them running home. It made me feel giddy. I was nearly skipping down the street going to check out this certain club called Indulge, or something like that. It wasn't my usual kind of party, mostly because it was fairly popular, but I was interested in seeing why it was so popular. I had watched it from the outside a couple of weeks ago and I still don't understand why so many people go there because really it's such a standard looking club.

When I finally got to the front of the line the guard looked me up and down, not sure what to make of me. Sure I was going by their 'dress code', which I couldn't believe they had a rule for what to wear, but the over all costume seemed to have confused him. Eventually he just gave in, not really caring anymore and too confused to ask me anything. Oh the power of being outside of the box works on everyone. Inside it was like what I expected, nothing overly exciting or special, just your basic rave. There were people dancing, loud music attacking your ears, flashing lights, and...girls making out. Nothing new. I walked over to the bar thinking it would be a good idea to get a little tipsy before trying anything. There was an pretty boy there too and I wasn't sure how he got in, if in fact he was asked for an ID card, because he looked a little young to be at a party like this and drinking as well. I leaned against the bar not too far from him, ordered my drink of straight up Vodka and just looked around formulating plans in my head of how to tear this place apart, figuratively of course.


Patrick MacEvoy
I walked along the streets, heading back towards my home to get ready for a day of nothing tomorrow as my apprentice was taking the day off for some reason. I had the day planned out of mostly spending time at the bar and doing some reading of adventures out on sea. As a passed a certain place I heard the pounding music that you hear at clubs and a man in black standing outside of the door.

I knew fairly well that this club, Indulge, belonged to the White Court and new that it was more than dangerous for anybody to go inside, but I got a weird feeling the pit of my stomach. I wasn't sure what it meant, only that something bad was going to happen to night, or should I say worse than normal. And if this were true than there would need to be someone in there to get everyone out safely. Thinking of this I groaned to myself knowing that part of me really didn't want to go inside, but the other half winning out because of the thought of innocent people getting hurt. So I forced my hands into my pockets, ground my teeth together and walked towards the door. The man in front of it stopped me, looking me up and down which triggered my not so subtle flirtatious side.

"Aw, come off it mate, you know that I'm more than qualified to go in there," he leaned forward, "Besides you and I both know that I'll have ta repay ya later on." This seemed to perk the man up, and he let me through the door. As I was about to enter I turned around and winked at him, then turned around rolled my eyes.

"Like that would ever happen," I said to myself. The guard was not even close to what you would call 'my type', way too burly and tick-headish. He reminded more of a troll or ogre than an actual humanoid being. The party was flashing inside in an intense pulsating fashion that hurt my eyes, my ears, and my head. I never understood how people could choose this over a nice old-fashioned pub with belting out drinking songs and the works. I looked around for a place to wait out everything by myself, thinking that these people better be worth coming in here and ruining my regular schedule. Eventually I just gave up looking for a lonesome place and moved to an open seat at a table near what looked like a cat-walk. I rolled my eyes, ordered a Guiness beer and tried to relax and try something new. Though I felt completely out of my element, I figured that while I waited for the danger to happen then why have some fun until then. I was never much of a dancer so the dance floor was out, but there were enough people staring my way, probably because of my out of time clothing, that I figured someone would come to me eventually and brighten up my night.

Bianca

I set my shot glass of Vodka down and looked to the woman who had spoken. With a quick glance I could tell something was different about this girl; I'm not too sure what, but she had a vibe that definitely stated she wasn't like anybody else. I smiled kindly at her, "It is indeed, the sun is asleep and danger looms the air." Though what I said didn't really make sense even to me, I didn't care because it was too late to take it back. So I just went along with it.

The booming music played over head making it hard to talk or listen, but yelling helped, as was everyone else doing who was trying to have a somewhat conversation with somebody, "Is that your way of asking me to dance?"

Patrick MacEvoy

I finished drinking the rest of my beer, set it down on the table and walked over to the Scion, holding out my hand with a very gentlemanly fashion. I mean why not play it up a bit, most of what happens in here isn't going to leave this place and drip into my real life.

"Not at all," I said, a slight Irish twinge to my words, from what I picked up from my ma, "Ya must be tired from all that attention. Mind if I buy ya something to cool down?" It really wasn't meant to be a pick-up line, though I realized that after I said it that it must have come off as such, especially in a place like this where flirting and pick-up lines were part of everyone's conversation. I helped the guy down from the stage and made a couple steps that would invite him to come sit with, though I tried to make sure that I seemed more friendly than imposing.

Bianca

I took the girl's hand and let her lead me onto the dance floor, where we were then proceeded to be shoved together by the crowd. At this close of a range I couldn't help, but stare at the girl and examine her features. She was very pretty, the light shining off her dark long hair, her cheeks flushed, and eyes shining. This latter feature, of her eyes, was the one that caught me; out of all the people that I've met, scared or talked with, didn't have eyes like this girl. These eyes showed her spirit while most peoples' eyes were rather dull and actually hid their spirit from prying eyes.

Then someone bumped into me and took me out of my daze, reminding me of why I was here in the first place. Painting the town with my specific colors; mischief and fear. Though it was nice to just dance like an ordinary person, I decided that I had dragged on with this long enough and that action was now needed to be taken before the night was over. I excused myself from the girl and walked away, not bothering with any kind of excuse because I figured she wouldn't believe any that I would give her anyway. As I looked around I spotted a high walkway above and knew that that would be the best place to be because than everyone would be able to see me. I smiled and made my way up the stairs and to the middle of the walkway. There were a few stragglers that I moved off by annoying them and entering the conversation and getting to close to the people. Soon I was the only one up there.

The view was pretty good, I could see everything quite clearly; the drunks at the bar, the groping on the dance floor which was just below me, the sensual dancers on the the catwalk, and the White Court observing their fortress of lust. It was their attention I was hoping to get and their tempers I was hoping to raise, everyone else I just wanted fear from them. I knew that the White Court wouldn't be scared, so getting them to be annoyed or angry would have to be good enough. I took a deep breath, the excitement getting to me. My breath was coming out in short anticipated wisps, I closed my eyes and then whispered.

"Dal giorno alla notte, il sole cade; arde il bagliore fuori; come quelli prima che loro lascino queste luci soggiacciono alla luna," I whispered, striking and lighting a match. When the spell was said and done, I blew the flame out and all the lights in the club went out with it.

Patrick MacEvoy

I ordered the Scion his glass of water and another Guiness for myself. "I don't see why not," I answered as I took a swig of my freshly filled mug, "The name's Patrick, but ya call me Patty if ya so choose." It seemed this one had worked up quite the work out up on stage because his breathing was heavy and fast as he tried to slow his heart down to a normal pace and his skin sparkled with sweat. I was going to ask him why he so flauntingly showed himself as a Scion rather than hide it like others that I briefly knew, but then the lights went out. There were loud gasps everywhere and the music was immediately turned off. I groaned internally that I was right and that there was going to be danger here tonight.

A red spotlight then came on showing the silhouette of a girl. She was balancing on the railing with one leg holding onto a lower bar while the other was balancing on the top. I couldn't see her face at all, but her hair was big and curly; everyone's eyes were on her at this moment, even the White Courts I could see when I looked back at them. Some were standing up in irritation.

"Welcome pigs and sluts!" the woman said, raising her arms, "To your first ever experience of nightmares coming true!" I stayed silent as the girl talked, watching more the little I could see of the crowd wanting to keep them safe while the tempers of the White Court grew. Then there was a scream as a person in the audience was lifted in the air by an unseen force and dropped back on the ground. My eyes flickered to the girl on the railing, noticing something small clutched in her hand.

"Voodoo," I whispered to myself, one of the more dangerous and illegal forms of magic, meaning that this girl was most likely a sorceress, meaning even more danger for these people. There were a couple more people who were lifted and or slammed to the ground, this woman obviously enjoying the fear eluding from the crowd.

"And now that I have your attention," she said getting down from the railing and walking back and forth and leaning against the railing, "I would like to tell all of you of the monsters under the bed. Your species aren't the only in this world by far and those you don't know about are the ones that will be the death of you." The shadows around her began to move and create different eerie shapes that made the crowd huddle together for each others comfort, lust definitely gone from them. Then the worst could happen, the girl jumped down into the crowd and made her way over to the where the White Court was, it was as if she was trying to deliberately piss them off and get everyone into danger. She bowed dramatically in front of them as if she were their servant doing only what they asked, at least that's what it looked like to me and I'm sure the others.

Now on one knee she looked at them and said, "Masters the deed is done, did I do good?" At this someone in the crowd shouted out.

"She belongs to them! They're all freaks!" a man shouted and then the crowd screamed together and began to rush out, I could tell by the small glimpse I got of the White Court before the running crowd that they were well passed being un-pleased. I leaned over the Scion, knocking over my drink and his in the process.

"We should get out now while we still can," I whispered grabbing his wrist and pulling him with me to a backdoor, a place to get out without being trampled by the running crowd. Outside in the alley I saw something I didn't expect to see; the girl who had caused the full fledged riot of fear, she was running away down the alley a huge smile on her face as if this was the most fun she had ever had and she was still alive with no wound that I could see.

"How is that possible," I whispered to myself, my hand sliding down to hold the Scion's. Tonight was a weird and dangerous night and I knew that my life would not go back to normal anymore, that things were about to get worse because of this one stupid girl's idea of fun.

He’s certainly interesting, Ronix thought as a smile graced his face. Taking the water gladly, he was only able to take a few sips before the lights went out.

The female on the balcony had gained his attention, his and everyone else’s in the room.

"Welcome pigs and sluts!" the woman said, raising her arms, "To your first ever experience of nightmares coming true!"

Ronix glared, his tail giving a light flicker of annoyance. Just who was this commoner to address him as a pig or slut? Not that she was just addressing him. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for any indication of what team this girl might have belonged to. As she talked, it seemed that everyone was just as cautious as the man next to him. Slowly, the glass was set on the table, his ears pricking to the word that escaped Patrick’s lips.

There was no need to say anything, even now all the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end. Something wasn’t right, not at all. As the woman addressed the White Court, a small hiss escaped his lips. Not because he believed she belonged to them, oh no, he knew better. Like him, the White Courts held a bit of elegance as to whom they chose to blood, and this girl didn’t fit the profile at all.

"We should get out now while we still can,"

The poor boy barely had time to react as he was drug from the club and through the back doors. For some reason, when Patrick touched him, he could feel the heat of a blush grace his cheeks. Trying to rid himself of the feeling, he stopped when Patrick took hold of his hand. Watching the girl run past, the boy took this moment of rest to try and smooth out his hair (and his nerves).
“It’s girls like that,” He started, making the attempt untangle the leash that had been dragging behind him in their fit to get out. “That makes everyone so bloody scared all the time.”