Ronix's Story

All of these nights were beginning to string together. The darkness of the clubs were but a thankful relief to the brightness the day time showered the young prince with. Dressed in his favorite clubbing gear; a white tank top, black leather skinny jeans, a pair of heeled boots (Italian of coarse) and his collar-chain set.

Now, one must be careful when choosing clubs in San Francisco, for one wouldn't dare to end up in any club belonging to riff-raff. Ice-fire eyes scanned the neon lights that littered the Down-town area before settling on the brightest one. Of coarse, Ronix skipped to the front of the line and simply flashed the bouncer a grin.

"Hello," He purred, ears giving a light twitch. "Mind if I come in?"

The overly muscled bouncer seemed to shudder at the tone, his body faltering only slightly before he regained his physique. He gave the kid a once-over, not even bothering to ask for I.D. Sure, the kid matched the dress code, the attitude fit, but...

"What do I get out of it, eh?" The bouncer sneered, his hand resting teasingly on the clip of the velvet rope. Ronix smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting his weight slowly to his left leg.

"Meet me in the back when the joint closes, and you might just find out."

Well, that got the rope lifted. As the prince strode forward, that elegant tail trailed under the bouncers nose; pulling the male forward a little bit.

"Thanks." Ronix purred, giving a soft wink before vanishing down a flight of steps and into the crowd of sweaty bodies and drowned the nights worry in the beats of the music, his hips picking up the beat rather quickly. His eyes would be kept open though, in case anything interesting were to catch his gaze.

Ronix

It had been a while on the dance-floor and leather was only cool for so long. Excusing himself from the dance-floor, Ronix made his way to the bar to replenish those lost liquids. Many a man and woman whispered to him, and tried to catch his chain. But those who were anything less than his standards were quickly warded off with a soft slap of the tail or a pinch of the claws. Finally making it to the bar, Ronix ordered a glass of water; no alcohol tonight. Not with so many “others” around.

Looking over towards the cat-walk, an idea sparked in his head. Paying the tender with a quick ten, he went to go check out the rules for it. But then again, what did he care? Striding over to the DJ, he slipped a twenty on the desk; the DJ nodded and flipped the songs.

It was then that he joined a few other adventurous individuals on the cat-walk; two gorgeous young women and another male. As the music played, the Demi let his body bend, bow, and shake in perfect provocation, using the other bodies as props when he needed to. With the grils, he let them lead in their dances, allowing them to touch here and there if only for the sake of the show. Now with the boy, he would gladly take the submissive role, allowing the touches and rough handling. Every now and then, he would accept a dollar or two that found it’s way into his grasp from eager onlookers and gave encouraging winks to those still seated around the cat-walk, a peculiarly costumed male catching his attention for a moment.

Patrick MacEvoy

I stayed where I was drinking my Guiness and starting to feel the alcohol work on my brain, starting to give up on waiting. It seems people at raves have a different code that they go by, 'don't go up to men in strange clothing'. I never really thought of what I wore as odd or out of place, but that's only because this was generally my everyday clothing, but I knew that to other people it was quite odd. Today I was wearing a red vest, black pants that tucked into leather, what I called, pirate boots, and my usual leather duster that I always wore when I left my home.

The people on the cat walk caught my attention, the sassy walks and flirtatious dancing, it was hard not watch them. After a little while someone knew jumped on stage, a young man who seemed to be part cat, with a tail and ears. At first I thought they were fake, just some weird guy wearing those cat ears and tail that are so popular today, but then the tail moved and not just a swing like a fake tail would. The tail swished and coyly wrapped and brushed against others. Because of my slightly drunken state it took me a while to realize that this young man was a Scion, and proudly distributing the fact. I knew that other magical species were getting careless in San Francisco, but this was just out right foolish.

I quickly looked at the others to see how they were reacting, but it seemed that everyone else was too drunk to notice or care. I was still a little on edge about how easily this guy was showing that he wasn't completely human, but I started to calm a little as I drank more beer and the alcohol flow was stronger in my system. I just watched as the young man and others danced either for money or just for attention. It seemed the Scion was doing it for mostly attention, though he didn't mind picking up the money of other horny people. I would have been the same way, throwing money at those few guys who were up on the cat walk, if it wasn't for the fact that I felt the need to respect them in this moment unlike so many others. Respect was the one non-magical thing my master had taught me, respect of others magical or not, of other and all creatures. And even now, here in this moment where it would be so easy to just follow the crowd, I knew I had to keep strong because in the end respect is more valuable than money. So I just sat where I was and just watched as passively as I could, trying to enjoy myself, but also trying to stay human and not turn animal with lust, which, trust me, was harder than it would seem, but I seemed to manage.

It was nice to see the look in the … pirate? Yes, most defiantly pirate. Or vampire hunter? Either way, the idea of the males appearance didn’t stay on the prince’s mind too long. It was nice to see that look of lust dancing in the eyes of the male. Wither it was from him or not, he could care less.

When the song came to an end, the company on the cat-walk smiled and patted each other on a job well done. Ronix hugged the girls and they exchanged European-style kisses of farewell and the male simply received a hug before he jumped off the stage. Each girl was helped by a waiting male, be them White Court he knew not. Slowly, Ronix slid to sit on his rear, legs dangling over the edge of the cat-walk.

Grinning, he looked beside him to the male whom he had winked to; much to the disappointment of a few eager onlookers.

“Mind helping me down?” He asked, his voice as androgynous as the rest of him, as he held out a delicate hand with each claw-like fingernail painted a coordinating scarlet and sapphire.


(Accidental Peter tag ; o ; Sorry)

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.

Ronix

The boy smiled, taking the hand and the invitation gladly.

"Just some water please." He purred, his ears flicking as he took the open seat. Slowly, with soft raises and falls of his chest, his breath came back to him. But sweat still made his exposed skin shine. "So," He grinned, giving a cheshire like smile. "May I know your name?"

(Short posts are short ; o ;)

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.”

When Pat's breath started to slow and his heart went back to normal slightly, he thought it was best for him and maybe the Scion, if he made some distracting conversation. "So I didn't get your name? And also why do you not hide the fact that you're Scion? I've been wondering about that all night, most people try to blend in, but not you."

He let go the Scion's hand and walked a little ahead, starting to leave the alley, his hands now in his pocket. Pat turned around and nodded at the Scion with his head to follow his lead, "Come on, I'll walk you home."

It was dark out and slightly chilled from breeze coming off the ocean. Pat turned and started walking when the Scion had caught up enough. At the end of the alley Pat let his companion take the lead since he wasn't sure where he was going. He kept his eyes open for any hidden dangers, but he also let his eyes wander; looking at the glow that the street lights gave off, the type of color hues it gave anything that was around it. The light and dark was close together that your eyes hurt from the quick changes. You could either say that it was dark with specks for light poking through its thick curtain, or you could initiate that it was in fact light that the dark was encroaching on. The options were clear, but one thing Pat was certain that most would agree that San Francisco at night was more beautiful than most places anywhere else on earth. As he walked along he felt the need to take hold of his companion's hand again, not because he was going to pull him along, but just because. He tried to ignore this and keep walking, so to take his mind off of it he replayed what happened in the club in his head; over and over again, trying to figure out why that girl would pull such a stunt and what was going to happen to the city now that she did what she did.

Ronix could admit that he was a little disappointed when Mr. Pirate let go of his hand. It had been so warm and welcomed, and now it was gone. He took this time to wrap the loop of his lead around his wrist, making sure it didn't drag anymore.

"So I didn't get your name? And also why do you not hide the fact that you're Scion? I've been wondering about that all night, most people try to blend in, but not you."

"Well, aren't we full of questions?" Ronix smiled, giving a stretch before giving a humble bow. "My name is Ronix. No more, no less. I am the son of Bastet and I chose to show my blood-line proudly." Straightening himself, the smaller male grinned slyly.

"People are only afraid of what they don't understand, if you let them understand, they will no longer fear you."

"Come on, I'll walk you home."

Like the obediant little boy he was, Ronix smirked and joined Patrick by his side.

The walk home was a little boring, nothing really said and no small talk to be made. He didn't want to talk about the girl, so she never came up. When they reached the 'nicer' (although all of San Fran was nice in his opinion) part of town, he stopped infront of a large white townhouse. Turning to his companion, the young Scion smiled.

"Thank you for walking me home." He purred, his ears giving a little twitch as he pulled his jacket a bit closer around him. "Can I offer you a drink or a snack for your trouble?"