Tony's Bar:
Demetri sat at a booth in the back, in a rather irritated mood. He leaned back as he kicked his studded boots up on the table. The inner argument between himself had been going on for too long, but he needed to settle it soon.
"Amelia, darling," he called to the waitress who was working his table. She came over instantly.
"Yes, Dee?" she asked in a voice that was soft and gentle, "What can I get you?"
"I would like a whiskey sour with a side car of vodka and a bloody mary," Demetri winked at her when her ordered the bloody mary. She nodded to say that she understood his subtle inuendo. She sauntered away. Demetri sighed as he closed eyes. Just do it. God damn! i sound like a friggin nike comercial. Demetri thought to himself, no even more irritated. When were the others going to get here?

"Hello Demetri." Rissa said, appearing from the shadows. "Haven't the others come yet?"
She stepped out of the darkness wearing a short black and red coat over a matching skirt and top. She had long black boots on and her eyes glowed red from the man that she had just killed on her way to the bar. She wiped away a drop of blood from her lip with her sleeve before taking a seat across from Demetri.
She lounged comfortably on her chair and closed her eyes. "Are you waiting for anyone in particular? Anyone like my sister?" She opened one eye to see his reaction. Oh how she loved toying with emotions.
Though, she didn't want Demetri and Sarabeth together because it would bring her sister happiness, and that just wouldn't do.

"Hi Rissa," Demetri smirked, "I thought it would be obvious that no one arrived since I am sitting alone." Her eyes were red and there was a drop of blood on her face. He wasn't in the mood to play Rissa's came. She wiped her face clean before lounging next to him. she closed her eyes.
"Are you waiting for anyone in particular? Anyone like my sister?" She opened one eye and looked at him as she scanned for his reaction.
"Actually, my dear sweet Rissa, I was in fact waiting for my brother, who is absurdly unpunctual," Demetri looked at her face, so much like her sisters, his brilliant blue eyes smoldering in the dim light, "Can I buy you a drink?"

Sara walked down the sidewalk at a slow pace, her black heels making a soft 'clicking' sound as they met the rough cement. She was in no hurry to get to the bar, her thoughts elsewhere. Running a hand through her wavy black her, she glaze flickered to the male passing by. She gave a polite nod, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth yet it didn't succeed in slipping across her lips. Looking back ahead she placed her hand back into the pocket of her small leather jacket, spotting the bar up ahead. Sarabeth figured the others' weren't there yet, but perhaps Demetri; He was usually the first one everywhere the "group" decided to meet. She had a good idea on who else, but didn't let the thought enter her mind, her emerald green eyes hardening the least bit.

She slowed her pace even more, keeping it casually however, gaze slipping to the sidewalk as she bit her lower lip. She hated the thought of walking into the bar alone, since she was usually with somebody, that somebody being Katrina since they "hung out" a lot. Sara glanced back up as she reached the bar's door, eyes lingering on it a minute before she grabbed the silver handle and pulled it out of her way, stepping inside.

"Not thirsty." Rissa stated bluntly as if it should be obvious. "Your brother seems to have a clock of his own."
She sighed and opened her eyes again, looking off into space, "did you know that today is my two thousand and ninth birthday? Though, like you, your brother, and my sister, I have a clock of my own and I'm stuck in this young body. Not that I'm complaining."
She averted her attention to her bag and pulled out a mask that looked like it had seen better days and played with the fraying red ribbon on it. She remembered the night that it was given to her, it was the night that he had proposed. The night that Rissa had to leave him, lest he find out who she really was.
'You will remember me, right?' He had asked her, holding her right hand in his.
'Of course, Hiroshi, you will always be in my heart.'
'But, Rissa, why must you leave? Why now?'
A tear had trickled down her face when she responded, "I can tell you not why I must leave, my prince, but, I will tell you this. I love you, and I will never truly leave you.'
'Please, do not leave.' He had insisted, squeezing her hand.
'I do not wish to, but I must.'
'Then I will give you this.' He let go of her hand, and reached into the saddlebag on his horse, pulling out a perfectly made pig mask. 'The one from the ball, remember? I had made it for you to wear, and you wore it with that beautiful black dress. You will remember me?'
She took the mask and put it on her face. Then, got onto her own horse.'Forever and always.'
Rissa shook her head, trying to erase the memories of his broken body, only seconds after her promise was made. She looked down at the mask with the same emotionless stare that was on her face all the time since that night, to hide how she felt inside. I still didn't break my promise. She thought, pressing the mask to her heart before stuffing it back into the bag.
Her eye twitched a bit when she heard the door open, and without turning around, she knew who it was."Oh look what the cat dragged in." She muttered.

Troy slung open the gym doors at the university. God was he sick of this place. Anger shown deep in his face as he crossed the street to his car. He was wearing his black and yellow Nike's. Black basketball shorts and a black muscle shirt. His muscles bulged up with each heavy breath he took. He got in his car slamming the door with him thrusting the key into the ignition. The coaches words still ringing in his head. "Learn how to control your anger. Get yourself together. You'll never be like your farther." With a deep breath he drove off into the darkness of the Nigga until he came across a bar. "I could really go for a drink." He though to himself. He through his boxing gloves in the back of the car along with his bag. Grabbed his wallet and headed out the door. He stopped for a quick minute. Reached in the back to grab some deodorant and some spray. He knew he probably looked horrible but at this point couldn't care if anyone saw him.

Demetri ignored Rissa. A minute later, Amelia returned with his drink and set it down on the table.
"Thanks, you're a doll," Demetri said as he slipped her a ten dollar bill. Amelia smiled at him and turned her attention to Rissa.
"What about you, lovey? Can I get you anything?" Her voice was warm and friendly.
"Oh look what the cat dragged in," Rissa muttered. Demetri understood that Sarabeth had just entered the premises. Demetri's irritated face turned into a smile. " Ah Sarabeth. My love for you burns with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. He picked up his sour and took a big gulp of it. The only way to get through moments like these was to drink himself stupid.

Kristina was suppose to be at the bar minutes ago, but of course everyone knew that she is always late to social meetings like this. She had just killed a human that had pissed her off, then she drank her dry. She then continued to walk to the bar, thinking of her beloved Arcturus, Arcturus Demarko. They were maadly in lovee ever sine they ahd first met, but she doesnt like that he has a TWIN brother, and she tries to forget the incident, and telling Demetri not to tell anyone about it.

She then finally reached the bar, knowing she would be more then likely the last one there and if not, then her beloved was going to be the last one there. She then looked into the window adn seeing the others, and at first what she thought was Arcturus, but then noticing it was just Demetri. She then let out a sigh and walked in and headed towards the table everyone was either standing or sitting by.

"Oy, Kristina, Where is Arcturus?" Demetrius slurred. It was obvious he had been drinking. He giggled slightly.
"I'm hungry. Someone should help me find a victim," his goofy smile was one he often wore when he was drunk, "Let's go to Hellcat's. There should be something worth sinking my teeth into." His smoldering bloodshot eyes, blinked hazzily.
"You look lovely tonight, Sarabeth." Demetri was now on one of his drunken ramblings.
"Hey, Kristina. Why do you hate the fact that Arcturus is my twin brother?" His own ballsiness impressed him.

Sarabeth had heard her sister as soon as she walked in, and sighed, shaking her head just a bit. 'Well, Happy birthday, sister!' she had thought, slowly making her way towards the table, the usual table they all sat at. Instead of sitting down she stood, having herself turned towards it, yet sort of towards the door also. "Hello," she murmured,gazing at Demetri a minute before looking at her sister. It sickened her, how Rissa acted like they weren't even kin. The only thing she done was walk around with a mask, feeling sorry for herself, trying to make Sara's life a living Hell. It worked most of the time.

Sarabeth noticed how Demetri was, getting drunk so soon? She gave a slight laugh, gazing at the door as Kristina walked in. She was glad to see her, glancing back at Demetri as he spoke. Definitely drunk. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she let him ramble on. What more was there to do?

"How was your day, Sara?" Demetri said, sobering up as soon as Sarabeth aknowledged him. He wasn't drunk, it was just a show because no human could drink as much Demetri could and still be sober. He noticed her looking at him. It brought a smile to his face. He wanted to hold Sara in his arms. It hurt him deep inside. Demetri's inner demon sprung out when the sound of shattering glass hit his eardrums and then bleeding. It had been a long day and he was starving. His eyesite began to blurr and his body was now moving under instincts. Hopefully, someone is paying attention was the last thought that hit his mind before he was encased in darkness.

Kristina walked up to the table, ordering a drink on the way, a bottle of tequila. She also completely ignored Demetri, knowing her was drunk. "Sorry im late guys, some girl made me mad, so i dealt with her." She said with a smirk and a wink. "And who let Demetri drink this early, hes already drunk too." Kristina said as she let out a sigh. "So Sara, whats the plan for tonight? Clubs, shopping, exploring, messing around?" She siad to Sara, giving ideas for what to do. See then recieved her drink and drank some of it, slowly ,so she wouldnt get drunk as fast. "Im basically up to do anything, that is better then doing nothing at all. And i dont know if Arcturus will be able to make it tonight, but hey you never know." Kristina said, taking another drink of her tequila. Then she noticed how Demetri was acting, withdrawal. She called over the bartender, not the waitress, and knocked him out b banging his head on the table. "There you go Demetri. And we can easily hid the body."

Demetrius was completely unaware of the surroundings except for the rich, almost intoxicating aroma of blood being pumped straight from a live beating heart. His pulse raced as he made his way to the source of the smell. Somebody! Demetri screemed inside his head. His normal beautiful blue eyes had turned a dark red from his blood lust. He fought to remain in control with all his strength in his body.

Sarabeth had quirked a brow as Demetri spoke, " Pretty good I. . " she trailed off as she watched him, having smelt the blood herself. She glanced at Kristrina as she spoke, giving a quick shrug. " Doesn't matter to me, and I wasn't here when he started drinking." she defended with a uneasy laugh, looking back at Demetri. When he started moving towards the source of the blood, she followed after him closely. " Demetri!" she hissed softly, and when he got closer to the blood, she grabbed his shoulders, slamming him against the back wall as gently as possible. It didn't cause a scene however, since everyone in the bar was pretty much drunk anyway. "Kris, we gotta get him out of here." Sara whispered, knowing she could hear her. She then looped her arm in under Demetri's, tugging him forward, towards the door. " Someone forgot to fed again. ." she mumbled softly, shaking her head as they got to the door, pushing it open.

His head slammed against the wall, snapping him out of it. It terrified him. He almost lost control and it was to close. Suddenly weakened, he just allowed Sara to keep him against the wall while she called for Kristina to help her.
"Someone forgot to feed again," he heard Sara murmur.
"I love you," Demetri barely spoke the words, it was pretty much unintelligable. He fell to his knees and to the ground. He just never felt his hunger until his inner hunter forced him to eat. It was his worst feature and he always hated himself afterwards. He often went into depressed attitude for a while after. He just closed his eyes and sat there. His head hung limp as he faced the ground.

Sarabeth had tried to understand what Demetri had said as she tugged him outside, but all she heard was "I," then a bunch of grumbling. Oh well. She then tried to guess what he said. "I know you're hungry," she said, just taking a wild guess, figuring he said "I'm hungry." When they got outside and he fell to his knees on the sidewalk, Sara blinked a few times, knelling in front of him.

"Listen Demetri, it's not your fault. It happens to the best of us," she began, trying to make him feel beter. She knew it bothered him, the whole blood lust thing. "Do you want me to go find you someth- someone to drink from?" she then asked, tilting her head a bit as she watched him. Sara then glanced back at the bar's door, waiting for Kristina to come out so they could get the heck out of there. She gazed back at Demetri, sighing softly. She didn't know what she was going to do with that boy. He was either drunk or depressed anymore. She wished he would tell her what was going on.

Kristina watched as they went out, "I guess your paying Rissa." She then went outside to see what was going on now. As she came out she saw Sarabeth glazing down at Demetri. "So, where to? There some homeless people around, but their blood isnt the best of this town." She said while sighing, Demetri always forgets to drink, well blood that is, he always drank alcohol.

Kristina then pulled Demetri up. "Ehh, im lucky i dont got this problem. Does it affect all of us the same Sara? Its persoanally never happened to me before." She said after making sure could stand. Even while she disliked Demetri being Arcturus' twin brother, she still made sure he was ok at times. Demetri, and the other vampires, were all like family.

Rissa sighed and stood up, grabbing a drunk man on her way out. She stepped out the door and stood next to Demetri, then knocked the man out.
"Here," She said. "Drink this." And before she gave tossed the man over to Demitri, she pulled a feather out of her hair and sliced a long, deep cut in the man's forearm.
She didn't feel at all like she needed to suddenly attack the blood for two reasons. 1. Being that she had just had a drink less than an hour ago. and 2. That Sarabeth and Rissa had been immortal almost since the beginning of Earth itself, so they had built up enough tolerance to not drink for a year and still stay calm in front of blood.
After that, she turned to her sister, and forced a smile, thinking it's your birthday, try and be nice for just one day. "Good morning, Sarabeth, how are you today?" She asked with forced enthusiasm.

Demetri smiled up at Rissa and then eyed the man suspiciously. He took a drink, finally put out the instinctual fire that was burning inside of him. It felt nice to regain control of his body. He looked into Sara's beautiful face.
"It's just that it doesn't feel like it happens to everyone. Someone is always saving my ass, while I go into primal and threaten multiple peoples lives'. Now, I am going to go pay Tony, because it appears we left without paying my tab," Demetri spoke softly. It obvious, from the look in his eyes, he felt like crap about himself. He stood up slowly and walked back into the bar, where Amelia was busing the table. He tapped her on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I promise we weren't going to drink and then leave without paying. I just was having issues for a minute," He said as he pulled out his wallet, which was loaded with bills. He handed her a $100 and left outside. Why hadn't Sara said anything when he told her he loved her? Now those new worries gnawed at the back of his mind along with his old ones.
"Good morning, Sarabeth, how are you?" Rissa asked with what sounded like forced enthusiasm, but since she was actually speaking to Sara, Demetri bit his tongue.

Sarabeth had stood up as Kristina had walked outside and grabbed up Demetri, making him stand. "I don't know if it happens to everyone, but a looonngg time ago it would happen to me. You just have to learn to control it, y'know?" she murmured, gaze flickering towards the door as Rissa walked outside. Suprise swept across her face as she watched her sister, a skeptical brow raised. She became really suprised when Rissa spoke to her after handing the drunkard to Demetri. Her forced smile. . Pretty much fake enthusiasm, it made Sara almost want to laugh. Except. . The tiny hurt building in her gut was enough to shut herself up for the next fifty years. "Morning Rissa, I'm good, and yourself?" she questioned, hands finding their way back into the pockets of her leather jacket. She fumbled with the small red box in her left pocket which had a purple ribbon plopped on the top of it. It contained a silver necklace with a actual diamond hanging from the middle. Most would find Sara at the least bit weird, that she would actually have a present for her sister's birthday, even though it was no huge thing anymore. But she did. It was actually a present she had got Rissa for her birthday twelve years ago, but she never gave it to her because, well, they never really talked anymore. She didn't know what she ever done, but accepted the fact her own sister "disliked" her. She had accepted that a long time ago. Sarabeth cleared her throat,

"Happy Birthday," she then murmured, glancing away. She couldn't get her hand to move, to bring out the box and attempt to hand it to Rissa. How pathetic would she be? "Oh dear sister, let me give you this necklace, and hope everything will be perfect again." No. That just wouldn't do. Sara sighed, figuring another year would go by and that gift would stay shoved in her closet. She glanced at Demetri, then gazed at Kristina. Tonight was suppose to be "fun", but it had turned out kind of. . Awkward.

"Oh, Rissa. I have a present for you," Demetri said with a sideways glance at Sara. He pulled out a a black velvet box with a black ribbon tied to it. He handed it to her, with forced smile. He really wanted Arcturus to arrive because his brother always figured out a way to make him feel less crummy. At least, Sara was there. Her attempts at making him feel better were sweet. He might as well act like he's having a good time. A large, genuine looking smile broke across his face, but didn't quite meet his eyes.
"Anyone down for Hellcats?" he said, pretending to return to his normal self, "I'm sure Arcturus will be there." He started off with a smile. He was almost skipping down the street.

Sarabeth glanced at Demetri as he spoke, giving a small smile. He still gave presents too? Maybe she wasn't exactly "Weird", or, well, she hoped she wasn't. When he smiled she noticed how it didn't reach his eyes, because more then half the time she was looking at his eyes anyway. She found them overly pretty. Something was definitely wrong. She watched him, a curious look dancing in her green gaze. When he said Hellcats she nodded quickly, looking at Kristina when he spoke of his brother. Everyone knew she absolutely adored Arcturus, or at least she did since Kris talked to her all the time about him. Sara then followed after Demetri, getting beside him and nudging him a bit.

"Are you okay?" she questioned in a low tone, giving him a sideways glance as they walked. She knew he wasn't, but wanted to see if he would tell her the truth. Why would he lie anyway? All she was trying to do was make him feel better, for whatever reason he felt "bad."

"No. Not really," he replied to Sara's question, "I am fighting a battle to keep my humanity. And am fighting an inner war between deciding to do something I am terrified to do." His face was saddened and his eyes were no good at truly hiding his feelings. People say the eyes are the window to the soul and Demetri's eye windows were spotless. His face grew dark and his inner demons began to show through. Something about the moon being so full and high in the sky was messing with him. He closed his eyes and tried to find his inner peace. Please, Nyx, Oh heavenly mother, please give me strength to find control within myself. Nyx, the first vampire, the goddess of immortality itself, the one who taught vampires to control themselves, was said to show in times of true need to those who truly believed in her. When Demetri had first been transformed, he studied at the vampire monastary in Tibet. When he truly reached understanding, the goddess tattoo would appear on their back.

Sarabeth chewed her lower lip nervously as he spoke, eyes glinting with concern. "You won't lose your humanity, I promise. I won't let you," she mused lightly, looking over at him and giving a reassuring smile as she placed a hand on his shoulder, continuing to walk. "Terrified to do?" she repeated, brows furrowing the slightest. What would he be terrified to do? Sara glanced back at the others', slowing her pace so they could catch up. "What would this terrifying thing be?" she asked, tilting her head a bit curiously. "Well, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." she added quickly, not wanting him to feel like she was prying. Sarabeth had then dropped her hand, slipping it back into her jacket pocket, fumbling with the present. She had decided to possibly slip it in Rissa's pocket later. . Leave it at that. Looking over, she watched a few cars pass, eyes reflecting the headlights.

"It's harder for you tonight, isn't it? With the moon and all?" Sara murmured absentmindedly, face turning upward towards the sky before back at Demetri. "You don't have to pull this act for everyone, if you would feel better at home, you can go." she whispered with a gentle smile, gaze falling on the sidewalk as they walked.

"Fine." She answered Sarabeth, who seemed to be trying, at least.
Rissa slowly took the box from Demetri, a small look of shock on her face, "Thanks, what is it?" She asked him, turning it in her hands before putting it into her bag.
She followed them as they walked to Hellcats. Her red eyes watching the way the two of them looked at each other. The same way Hiroshi did, the way she longed for a man to look at her ever since he died. She once again shook her head to erase the thoughts from her mind and continued following the others.
Rissa twiddled her thumbs feeling completely out of place around them, maybe the club would allow her to have some fun. You see, Rissa wasn't the type who always frowns and is never happy, she loves to dance and have fun, she just doesn't like her sister. Mostly for the fact that Sarabeth has Demetri drooling all over her, and she hadn't had someone like that for more than 1000 years. Jealousy. But she'd never admit to it.
So, Rissa walked silently waiting to get to the club so she could break away from their love fest and maybe have some fun with Arcturus and Kristina, although they'd probably be clinging to each other and staying with Demetri and Sara also. She sighed, maybe I'll just have to find some mortals to play with.