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"If you're an underdog, you can still be a hero."

The Basics

Full Name:
Scott Dayton Dombrovski

Nicknames and Aliases:
He always uses the nickname "Scotty". Some fellow cops refer to him by his last name, but it's usually not the case because it's so long.

Gender:
Male

Age:
Thirty-two

Ethnicity/Race:
Caucasian (Russian, German)

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual, though he's always felt more of an attraction for males

Species:
Human

Occupation:
Officer #2

What's on the Outside

Hair Color: Almost ebony, but a bit darker, like a muddy color.

Eye Color: Dark, chocolaty brown

Height: Five feet, eight inches

Weight: One hundred fifty-six pounds

Tattoos: He's never gotten a tattoo because he feared it would prevent him from getting a job in the FBI.

Piercings: Scotty has both ears pierced, though he rarely wears anything in them. On his time off, he occasionally will wear his studs.

Scars: He's been beat up a few times and still retains deep scars from being thrown sharply into surfaces. From training at the FBI academy, Scotty has a scar on his left forearm where he cut it open while falling slightly on a rock wall.

Description: Scotty's never been an intimidating figure. His entire life, he's been the little guy and has been pummeled and pushed around. Now that he's an agent, he's begun to put on more muscle mass to make up for his average height. His hair and eyes have no remarkable color to them. They are both dark shades of brown with no outstanding highlights. His jaw is strong, however, and a bit squarish. Usually, he has very thick stubble that matches the color of his hair, if not darker. His eyes tend to appear zoned out like he's not exactly focused. Scotty wears glasses and has for most of his life. He's farsighted, so it tends to only affect his reading and not his shooting.

What's on the Inside

Personality:
{Soft-Spoken, Subtle, Curious, Clumsy}
Scotty certainly fits the stereotype of the underdog to "T". On the other hand, he's always had his intelligence going for him. Regardless of how intelligent he is, Scott is still extremely shy and insecure. His intelligence, though it is mostly a thing to be proud of, is also his downfall, for he worries that he will be nothing without his smarts. His shy ways tend to cause him to keep from speaking what is truly on his mind. However, when he's in the midst of a questioning session, he tends to get wrapped up in the moment and loses his usually crippling timidity. Because he fears being confronted, Scotty tends to speak very generally and uses subtlety to his advantage. He's truly never very blunt with his words because he feels it will only offend others and cause they to grow angry with him.

Beneath his shyness and his introverted ways, Scott is naturally quite curious. Unfortunately, this curiosity is so strong that he'd probably be willing to put himself in danger if he was curious enough. He does not believe in the existence of supernatural creatures. They're illogical, so he believes the folk tales containing these creatures are merely wives tales or myths made to explain unexplainable, but very common, things. He's physically quite clumsy, but also mentally so too when he is overcome by shyness. Again, he seems to put on a different personality when questioning and evaluating suspects, but he tends to trip over his words when interacting outside of the work place.

Hobbies:

Camping
Reading horror novels, especially psycho-horror tomes
Playing on his Xbox 360

Habits:

Chews and picks at his fingernails absentmindedly. It's not necessarily a nervous habit, but it's something he's done since he was young as a way to keep busy.
Hums songs from movies when bored or to break the silence
Shares random facts or puns, even if the moment is inopportune

Oddities:

Lactose Intolerant
Asthmatic

Likes/Loves:

Movie soundtracks from Disney to instrumental
English breakfast tea with sugar
Pointless facts
Science puns
Slightly cold weather, but not freezing
Rats, ferrets, mice

Dislikes/Hates:

Being confronted
Very large, open spaces
Putting down a book without finishing his chapter
Speaking up or trying to disprove an argument
Having to use his gun
Mosquito bites

What's Done Is Done

Biography
Place Of Origin: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Birth Date: April 1st, 1982

History
Scotty's still not sure what his first memory was, and he's not sure he wants to know. His mother, Rachel, named him after F. Scott Fitzgerald. Dayton was the name his father chose for himself when he grew tired of Dmitri as a first name. He was the third son of his parents, making him the runt of the family more or less. It didn't help that he inherited the small build of his father, while his brothers received their mother's taller stature. His birth was quite a joke already, being on April 1st, but he was also what his elder brother what call an "accident", for his conception was the result of a broken condom. Regardless, he was eagerly embraced by his parents.

Rachel Dombrovski was a strong believer in the idea of "tough love". It's not that she didn't love her boys, for she did. However, she always felt the tough approach pushed her boys to strive to impress and excel. Though this idea didn't really take effect on her older sons, Scotty embraced this concept and was easily the most intelligent in his family, save his mother. Through his endless studying, he found his mother's affection along with hate from his brothers. Despite their less superior intellect, his brothers still managed to trick him into falling for pranks and tricks. It only helped him in the long run, for it taught him how to assess situations and judge how others were planning to act.

His father was an extremely distant man. He was a high school history teacher who tended to drown his problems in a tumbler of whiskey. He kept away from the boys when he was in these moods, thankfully, and Scotty wouldn't know of his father's dependency for years. In the mean time, he studied and read voraciously. The human psyche fascinated him, and he would spend hours in the library to read about mental disease and thought processes. Scott's love for the library and books came with a downside, for he found himself the recipient of countless acts of bullying. He still wears a few scars both mental and physical from his high school days.

When it came time to decide what he wanted to do with his life, Scotty decided to major in psychology and minor in French. Scotty graduated easily and went to pursue his master's degree in criminology. With these credentials, he began to hunt for jobs. Originally, he planned to work, perhaps, as a college professor or as a cop. At the suggestion of an ex-boyfriend of his, however, he tried his hand at the FBI. Scotty passed the tedious application process and was sent to the training camp in Virginia. Though his asthma almost disqualified him, he managed to pass by having a doctor prescribe him an inhaler. He lucked out and was sent first to Detroit, where he's worked since.

For a while now, he's been looking into the rise in human trafficking in and around Detroit. It's become such a problem that the task force assigned to the case is slowly growing, and Scotty is growing more and more concerned.

Happiest Memory: Receiving his letter of acceptance to the FBI

Saddest Memory: The years he spent bullied by his stronger peers

Face Claim: Hugh Dancy

So begins...

Scotty Dombrovski's Story

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#2014-12-08 03:23:26, as written by Scarlet Loup

In moments like these, Scotty wished for just a fleeting moment that he was able to smoke. Standing under the overhand of a convenience store beside Claudia, he looked over at the warehouse he'd been staking out for a while now. He could not help getting feeling as if he were an old detective from some cheesy noire film. They always smoked in those stakeouts. God, that would have been cool.

Instead, the asthmatic chewed slowly on a piece of gum. It had been strawberry flavored about an hour ago, but now his mouth was filled with that tastelessness that all gum is eventually reduced to. Against his better judgement, he spat it out on the sidewalk in front of him. The two agents stood side by side in silence as figures began to move into the warehouse. Even more piled in until Scotty could have sworn they were breaking some sort of fire code.

Finally, he broke the silence with a cough. "I guess we ought to, you know, head in there," he said. Scotty pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. He knew they couldn't just stand about. No, the only way they would be able to determine anything about this case was by taking action and going into the damn building. He began to walk forward, stepping right on the gum he had just spit onto the street.

In all honesty, he couldn't quite remember who had told them first to check out this club. The oldest witness he could remember was a woman of perhaps thirty who had claimed she had been held, trance-like in said warehouse. Normally, such an obscure story would be overlooked. But then more had come to Detroit's FBI office, claiming similar events had transpired. In most instances, they were quite blurry to the witness, and they varied each time. Some had been abused, some had been treated like royalty. In all cases, however, they had been kept in that warehouse and the couldn't remember the entire account.

Then, of course, it became a concern for the FBI. Scotty pushed his hands into the pockets of his weathered, beige coat. He had neglected to bring a hooded jacket or at least an umbrella, so the rain began to plaster his curls to the top of his head. With a final gulp, as they approached the door, he sighed and stepped into the warehouse. His gut churned uneasily. Already he was getting bad vibes about this place.

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#2014-12-08 14:36:43, as written by Lvdwilt2000

Claudia was enjoying her time at Detroit's FBI office. When they told her she would be working with a man named Scotty she didn't believe it that she would be working in something she wanted to do so bad. Claudia told herself that this would be an amazing time. She had eagerly said yes to the boss and went on this "mission" with Scotty. She listened as he chewed that gum the whole time she found it annoying but she decided to hold it in. She didn't want to make him angry and have a problem with him. She tried to ignore it but it was difficult. The silence between them seemed to grow worse and she only could here him and her breathing and his chewing.

She watched him make a cough and she then turned her head slightly and looked towards him. He spoke and she seemed to feel relief but didn't say anything till she knew how to answer. "Finally! I thought we would have to wait here forever." She said in a snipe kind of way. She decided to definitely not sound too excited but she knew that there was nothing more to do. She watched him as he seemed to stand there deep in thought. She usually never thought to much but she wondered if this guy was worried or nervous about doing it.

She was wearing her black tank top with her leather black jacket and a pair of black leather pants. She felt more confident when she could express herself in clothes. She glanced once more at Scotty and let a small smile come across her face. She always wanted to do this and since it was her first time she knew she would be having a bucket load of fun. "Well go on." She said hoping he would go and not wait around. She hoped he didn't take her the wrong way but this was who she was and she wasn't apologizing.

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#2014-12-11 02:29:10, as written by veve

Artemus walked out the building taking a deep breath, allowing the cool evening air caress his lungs. He loved simple things like this, the smell of the air right after sunset. After all, appreciating the little things was how one got past living for so long. Make everything special and appreciate that you can indulge in them.

Dressed in an Under Armor long-sleeved shirt and athletic pants with a duffle bag on his back, he jogged across the street to a tree and climbed it. Perching himself on a branch near the top, Artemus though back to the events of the previous day. The look on that poor girl’s face came to mind. She couldn’t have been aware of what was going on, and he was the sight that broke her into this world. He felt a tiny bit bad about it. She was so unprepared.

Shaking off the thought and resolving to make amends to her when he encountered her, Artemus jumped from tree to rooftop, running, leaping, and climbing until he’d reached the club. However, instead of immediately going in, he hung back. There were two humans scouting the club. He snuck as close as he could without alarming them. He wouldn’t get too close. Just enough to watch them.

He kept watching as darkness spread and they approached the building. Artemus bounded to the roof, changed into some more suitable clothing, and continued to track the duo.

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#2014-12-22 23:40:55, as written by CortezHorse

Ada couldn’t keep her mind off of the night before. She walked down the street, hunching her shoulders to block some of the cold night air but none of it really mattered because she was happy. The small smile wouldn’t leave her face. Honestly she’d promised herself a long time ago that she wouldn’t ever feel this way about another man but here she was. Damn that James. A small part of her wondered if he’d notice the extra bit of effort she put into getting ready tonight. Her hair was left down instead of hastily pulled back into a ponytail. Her usual attire of a man’s button up and sad looking jeans was gone; instead she wore a properly fitted red blouse, vampires liked this color for obvious reasons, and black dress pants with some nice shoes. No she’d never match up to the other glimmering wardrobe the other women in the club wore but she thought she looked pretty damn good!

As she neared the bustling club she could swear she saw James and, was that the blonde bitch from yesterday? Hastily, Ada moved into an alleyway and eavesdropped as the two cozied up to one another. The more that was said between the two, the bigger the lump in her throat grew.

“I can tell she doesn't like me – I'd hate to come between you and your girlfriend.”

Ada’s brow wrinkled in anger as the woman pushed James, trying to make him…make him do what? Did she want him as her own? Something else? For a beat it seemed as if James wouldn’t respond to the woman’s game but then he grabbed her and asked her to stay. Ada’s grip on the corner of the wall she hid behind tightened. No, James, I trusted you.

It wasn’t long before Lyndi was asking for a kiss and Ada couldn’t tear her eyes away as James necked her. She completely deflated; the happiness was gone, utterly sapped from her. I fucking trusted you. She no longer watched or listened to them; enough had been seen and heard. How could she be so stupid? Every man was the same and they always wanted one thing. It was all she’d ever be good for apparently, James had proven that. She wasn’t even smart enough to see through him. In an instant her deflated state ended and she was filled with the all too familiar feeling of rage. In one move swift movement she gave the hard wall a hard right hook and brought back bloodied knuckles.

“Fuck! Assholes are gonna smell this for sure. Godamn, motherfucking..”

As she continued to string along obscenities, she tore one of the frills from her red blouse to wrap around her bloodied hand. It wasn’t like she was trying to impress anyone anymore. This would hide the sight and the smell, at least for a little while. With a breath of determination, Ada walked from her hiding place and into the club.

Brusquely, Ada moved through the crowd, shoving and pushing as she pleased. One newcomer got a bit too much in her way and she gave the spectacled man a hard shove.

“Move fuckface!”

Yea, that was refreshing. Her face was set in irritation as she moved about, sticking as far away from the bar as she possibly could and rebuffing any vampires that tried to get a nibble. She still reported for duty as usual but she was having fucking none of it tonight.

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#2014-12-23 03:18:58, as written by Scarlet Loup

There was tension between he and Claudia. It did not seem like she wanted to create it, but he could sense it in her tone. He had a way with understanding tone. Hell, that was what had earned him the job in the first place. She did put forth the effort, when he finally entered, to gently encourage him further in rather than shout at him. He was grateful for that. For a moment at least.

Scotty hardly had his thoughts about him when he was suddenly barreled into. A combination of her force and his unpreparedness sent him into the nearby wall, which he suddenly pushed his palm against to steady himself. "Move, fuckface!" she growled as she passed. Flashbacks to recess in elementary school. Scotty pushed himself upright and adjusted his glasses. "Well -- fuck you, too!" Yeah. That was smooth. Smooth as fricking sandpaper. He looked back at Claudia, face red enough to make a tomato jealous. "Sorry...there's just a lot going on."

The agent looked about again, pushing his glasses once more into place. Perhaps the bartender would be good to speak to. The bar was across the room, and there was a man already working it though the crowd still seemed quite thin. It was growing quickly, however, pushing Scotty and Claudia into the room. It was then that he noticed the massive man at said bar. Suddenly, speaking to the bartender didn't seem like such a good idea anymore.

"I guess we'll look around a bit?" he said to Claudia, though it sounded much more like a question than he wanted it to. "You can lead. I'll follow." In truth, he simply had no idea where he was going. There were so many people. Too many people. And they all seemed to watch him and Claudia with a glint of something in their eyes.

Hunger?

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#2014-12-23 14:18:21, as written by Lvdwilt2000

Scotty seemed nice but tense. He looked like the kind of person who was having a hard time in life. Claudia knowing how life was she knew that she had a hard time also. But she wasn't wanting to think about herself. The chewing seemed to stop and she was sure damn grateful for that. "Do you feel like someone is watching us?" She asked not in a worried tone but just in a question-like-conversation-question.

Claudia had an irky feeling and she did not appreciate it one bit. She thought it was creepy but as they were walking someone said something to Scotty and it made her a tad angry that she was so rude. She decided to say something since it was making her cranky. "Why don't you move FUCKFACE!!!" She was a tad angry and heard the response from Scotty. "Good one! That was not nice of her at all."

Claudia walked around looking at people as they walked past or people were busy with someone or other. Claudia was a very good listener and listened as people spoke about this girl or this person it was all very interesting. She turned to Scotty who now said something which she missed. "Pardon?" Claudia listened as he seemed to say something else. "Sure why not?" Claudia began to walk and looked through the crowds she sort of walked through not saying excuse me or anything it wasn't in her type of character to say or do something like that. "Who should we talk to?"

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#2015-01-09 04:13:53, as written by Scarlet Loup

He was too busy looking about in curiosity to even think about being watched by anyone. Either way, he wasn't even planning to turn around to look at anyone besides Claudia. "I dunno," he said, shrugging a shoulder as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose once more. He had had a plan when they left the office earlier that day, but it seemed to have suddenly gone to ruin. How could they have ever thought they would be able to achieve anything by simply waltzing into the building? Did he really think someone would tell him about the human trafficking they were chasing?

He finally looked back at Claudia in surprise when she shouted back at the huffy woman. To be quite honest, he had hardly expected that out of her. Not that he thought she was soft spoken, because she certainly wasn't, but because he had assumed they would be trying to lay low. Still, no one seemed to pay any mind to them. Scotty, instead, watched the woman storm off, only to be intercepted roughly by a man. He had moved so quickly that Scotty had no idea where he had even come from. And then he was...baring his teeth at her? No, that certainly wasn't what he was doing. The man was simply snarling something at her, scolding her for something, but his grip seemed so tight. Too tight. There was something about it, the way he spoke down to her, that seemed to unnerve him at least slightly.

Scotty turned to look at Claudia then as she asked him where to start, but instead, he found himself fixating on a couple a few people away. Two women seemed to kiss each other, but that wasn't what struck him as odd, of course. He was bisexual himself. No, instead, he noticed their outfits first. One wore a modern cocktail dress of blood red, and the other was dressed as a...flapper? But this wasn't a costume party. He looked about then, and suddenly he seemed to notice other outfits that simply didn't fit the time period. His gaze once more fell on the couple, just in time to see the flapper's fangs distend and bury themselves into the other's neck.

And now he looked about him. As if what he had just seen had awakened a third eye in him, he began to notice other couples doing the same thing. He noticed others walking about with drinks. Blood red drinks.

Blood red.

Blood.

What the fuck was this? What kind of sick twist owned this place? This wasn't at all what he had signed up for: to raid some sort of club for people with vampire fetishes or something. The way he stared at the couple would most likely alert Claudia, but he suddenly stopped staring as he began to feel eyes figuratively piercing him. He looked about and swallowed nervously as red eyes met his own gaze.

"Claudia...we need to go. Now. It's...it's weird here." He spoke softly, but something told him it made little difference, for a few seemed to smirk at him.

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#2015-01-09 14:26:01, as written by Lvdwilt2000

She was quite annoyed by that female who had passed and she wondered who they were going to question or do here it was a mission so why were they just standing around. She wondered if this was what they did all the time. She looked around. Everyone seemed to be having fun people were making out females, men, female and men, it was normal for her. She didn't care about people and what sexual orientation she doesn't think its her business.

She looked at him. He seemed busy staring it was odd and she kind of nudged him in the shoulder but he didn't seem to be paying attention at all. She looked around and it looked a bit like a club she wanted to hang out. People who must be jsut as obsessed with vampires as her. She had walked around for a minute since he was busy staring he wouldn't notice her gone. She noticed him moving a bit and she knew she had to get back.

So she quickly walked back through the crowds and went back to standing near him like a child that disappeared and went back by her mother before she would be noticed. She looked towards him and he spoke about leaving. "It's not weird why do you think so? We just got here also why do you want to leave now?" She sighed and looked at him wanting a full on explanation. "I thought we were working you can't quit work can you?"

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#2015-01-11 14:58:36, as written by CortezHorse

It was only within the blink of an eye when Leo was upon her, his hand clenched around her throat. She made a sneering face and grabbed his wrist, writhing about despite knowing how futile it was. If he wanted to he was completely capable of killing her right here and now, but she knew he wouldn’t. Defiantly she glared at his face as he scolded her like a child, no not even that, an animal. She thought it was a bit humorous honestly, he was telling her to not be emotional and yet his own coven leader was one of the most emotional, brooding things she’d ever laid eyes on. He released her and she stumbled, coughing, almost falling to her knees. Immediately her hand went to her throat and massaged the now bruising flesh. Her eyes bore into Lyndi as she mocked from behind Leo, fuckin’ bitch.

The commotion was soon over and that’s how it usually happened here. Everyone went back to business and Ada stood, anger bubbling over as she rubbed her neck. Mother fucking, cock sucking..the insults strung on and on in her head as she glared out at the crowd of vampires now watching a female dance on stage. Fine, she could play nice. Checking the wrapping on her scraped knuckles and satisfied with the work, she trudged into the crowd once again.

Her façade of niceness was sickeningly sweet as she spoke to the customers, yes, of course sir..anything for you madame, for anyone who knew Ada it was obvious that it was completely fake but hell it worked wonders and would keep Leo off her back until she could clock out of this hell hole for the day. As her eyes scanned the crowd there was a new face, something off about it, that drew her attention. She furrowed her brow in confusion and edged closer to the spectacled man, realizing it was the fellow from earlier that she’d barged into. He seemed panicked, ready to flee, wanting to escape. Oh fuck.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, it was an unwitting human that had wandered in. Good! Great! Let him go and squawk to the world! Bring more humans in here and tear this place down at its very foundation! The more she thought about it, the more she realized how bad of an idea that would be. One, James would be in trouble along with the rest of the coven and despite how much she hated the lot of them she couldn’t see him hurt, even if she was infuriated with him at the current moment. Two, there was the fact that she’d probably go down with this place too.

“Jesus take the wheel one thing after another.”

She plastered on a smile and placed herself in his direct line of view. Distraction, distraction, distraction. Keep him here until one of the others can deal with him.

“Hey there! I just..wanted to come and apologize for running into you earlier. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink, hm?”

She grabbed his wrist and gave him a tug, hoping he’d play along and hoping his little girl friend would just trot on with them.

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#2015-01-20 06:23:28, as written by Vix

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She watched Cheveyo dance, confident that the other Vampires would know better than to put hands on him in the wrong way. Her attention was drawn back to James as he presented her with her drink, gently stroking her face. She couldn't help but to tilt her head so that it pressed a bit more against his touch, a slight smile on her face. “Mm, darling. You spoil me so much.” A soft laugh escaped her as she quickly turned her head so that her lips caught his wrist. Her fangs slid out quickly, piercing his flesh. She didn't bite him, rather it was the speed and sharpness of her fangs that cut his flesh. Yet, as soon as they had come out and drawn just a bead of blood, they had retracted once more. She ran her tongue gently across the minuscule wound, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He could see the curiosity of her mystery swimming, gleaming in his red eyes and she couldn't help but to smile. “You taste... Divine.” Her voice was a soft purr as she watched his flesh heal before kissing where she'd bitten him.

Her gaze floated up to see a man with glasses spazzing out along with a woman that he had entered with. The problem with this was that they didn't look like blood slaves. Not even new ones. They were looking around as though they didn't know what was going on. They're fucking humans and they look like fucking feds. Casually as they were dressed, their demeanor gave them away. The club wasn't situated exactly around any neighborhood and any other business – It was inside a fucking warehouse. The other warehouses around it were rather abandoned. She wasn't really quite sure that they were simply lost. Casually, she watched as Ada finally started doing her job, trying to distract the people from the scene of Vampires. It wasn't exactly an easy feat considering nearly everyone was feeding and ninety percent of the drinks were red and thick. Still, she got points for trying. Lyndi gave a thought to addressing the situation but she then thought Yeah, that's not my job. and let her attention turn back to James, bringing the rim of her shot glass to her lips and drinking slowly.

Behind her, she could hear the sounds of a young human girl having a less than favorable night.

“Hold still, you little bitch!” Michelle shouted over the music as she grabbed one of the newer blood slaves by the wrist and yanked her back. Though Michelle was much smaller, her strength as a Vampire afforded her the ability to easily overpower the woman. However, unlike what Twilight might have this struggling human believe, her skin wasn't as hard as diamonds. In her flailing, her nails scratched against Michelle's face and drew blood. “You little cunt!” Michelle brought her hand across the young woman's face and sent her into the wall. There was some laughter around as the Vampires took delight in the abuse of the insolent mortal. The dark-haired witch-wannabe descended upon her quickly and pinned her to the wall, fangs tearing into her soft flesh. Her pale face was stained with blood as she covered the girl's mouth and pulled her face away to look deeply into her eyes. “Hush, darling. I can't hear the music,” she giggled before diving back into the flesh and feeding sloppily.

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“Yes... She is, isn't she?” His eyes followed her with a fond smile before he walked at a swaggering gait next to Caius so that they could watch her performance. They chose the largest of the auditoriums, the one she'd performed in last time. It was a bit empty, housing only six others. As the lights dimmed, he took his seat and leaned forward, ruby eyes glittering with anticipation. Like Caius, he hadn't seen Esmeralda performed in quite some time – Since his departure from Lyndi, he didn't attend many performances. It pained him too much. But seeing Leandra perform such a sexy classic made him smile widely, his fangs sliding out rather quickly. He could not take his eyes away from her legs, watching as they kicked up high into the air with the grace of a swan. He could not help but to wonder how it would feel to run his hands down such powerful legs, perhaps to even have them wrapped about his waist. The thought made his mouth water as he reached out to grip the seat in front of him, nearly denting the metal. He was actually rather sad when it came to an end, standing slowly in silence. He let his gaze flicker over to Caius to gauge his reaction with a soft smile. He was hard to read but the Prince was quite sure that his old friend enjoyed it.

His own delight was not hidden as Leandra returned to them and he could feel the confidence emanating from her. He wanted to tell her how amazing he thought she was, but he waited for Caius to speak, respectfully bowing his head as the Doyen spoke. His words were short but they carried a lot of weight and he could not be more pleased. He lifted his head and gave the young dancer a bright smile. “You did beautifully, Leandra.” He took one of her hands and pressed his lips slowly and firmly against her flesh, inhaling her scent. Pulling back, he gazed into her eyes. “I do believe that I should give a tour of the club; show you where you can find Caius or I if you need us, the rooms you will be performing in, break areas.” His arm had slipped around her shoulder at his point and he could not help himself from staring at her neck, blood rushing from her earlier performance. “And, at some point, I would like you feed from you. Get you used to the feeling and at least erase any anxieties you may have about it.”

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#2015-01-24 07:10:05, as written by veve

Artemus made a sweep of the room, continuing to track the pair as well as taking in all of the current activities that continued in his presence. He took in account every vampire and human in the room, blending into the crowd. As the duo moved Artemus observed them from afar, patiently waiting for them to see the simple truth laid out before them.

When Ada barreled through the crowd, Artemus had to restrain himself, making sure he did not draw attention to himself. With Leo in the room, he was assured she wouldn’t get very far. There was no way he’d accept her being insolent tonight, especially with all the things he had on his plate. A second later Ada was subdued, as he expected. Glancing toward the bar, Artemus was slightly surprised to see James only watching Ada being handled by Leo. He thought that he’d at east try to get Leo to ease his grip, but he stayed in his place. Artemus knew he forced himself to stay put, but what was holding James back? Soon enough his question was answered.

The new vampire, whose name he couldn’t remember, took the stage. She sang so beautifully, and her presence was immense. She had to be an older vampire like himself to give off that kind of vibe. He smiled to himself as it was not a common sight to see an older vampire in this setting. Nonetheless, he listened to the song, taking note of Leo’s hasty retreat. As it ended, he lapped along with all the other patrons.

Once again, Artemus watched the duo. He stood, floating closer to them. Since the show was over, a few vamps began to feed after they’d waited for the show to end. He watched as the man, witnessed a pair of women flirt, kiss, and eventually feed from each other. The look that crossed his face instantly let Artemus know that it was time to intervene.

Ada attempted to distract the two from the ongoing feasts surrounding them. He had to move quickly. Even more commotion seemed to stir as female vamp savagely dug into a human. Damn it. Artemus coolly walked up to the duo, attempting to distract the female while Ada grabbed the man. In the back of his mind, Artemus knew he'd have to wipe their memories, so why not have a bit of fun first?

“Yes why don’t we have a few drinks, after all,” Artemus lightly gave the woman’s hand a kiss, allowing his accent to wrap around her, and continued, “it would be a crime for me not to offer a lady as gorgeous as you a drink.”

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#2015-02-02 05:54:43, as written by Scarlet Loup

He realized after he'd spoken how absolutely stupid he probably appeared to her. Scotty seemed to fall back a peg mentally, suddenly becoming far more calm and a bit more self conscious than he liked being. "No, I just..." he began, hoping he'd be able to explain himself, be able to convince her that he actually wasn't as crazy as he sometimes made himself out to be. Deep down, however, he knew there was nothing he could say or do to convince her otherwise, for if the girl who believed in vampires didn't believe him, he had a bit of a problem.

"...just my eyes playing tricks on me. He spoke softly, defeat in his voice. No, they couldn't quit then. It would go against everything he knew, everything he had been taught. Even if some crazy, vampire-wannabes owned this club, he had an obligation. Scotty started to turn away then, hoping to resume their search, but then he heard a voice behind him. He had assumed at first that she was speaking to someone else, not him. But there she was -- inches away and smiling in his direction. The girl.

"O-oh..." he started, following her without protest as she grabbed his wrist and tugged. Scotty looked for just a moment over his shoulder to see Claudia being spoken to by a well-built man. He took a seat at the bar without protest, trying to push the events that had just transpired from his mind. "Hey, look, um...what happened earlier? Not, like, when you pushed into me or anything. I mean afterwards. With that guy."

Ada had no chance to reply, for then Scotty's attention was caught by the massacre only a few yards away. When the attacker looked up with blood on her face, he almost fainted. Not because blood made him uneasy, but because he simply couldn't deal with all of this tonight. But at least now Claudia couldn't call him insane. He had to get out. But something about the man with Claudia unnerved him. He turned to look at the bartender, and he was met with the hard gaze of two hungry-looking, red eyes. More and more people seemed to watch him, and in that moment, he seemed to realize that he couldn't just leave either.

"I...I have to use the bathroom," he said softly. "I'm feeling pretty nauseous...have to clear my head." Before she could argue, he was up, and he nearly tripped over his barstool. Twice, Nevertheless, he managed to half-run, half-walk to the bathroom where he flipped out his dinosaur of a flip-phone and began to write a text to the headquarters.

Look into club at edge of town. Weird things. Assault. Vampires??

It didn't have to be a complete thought. It was enough to have them dispatch a few agents or at least enough to come pick up Claudia and Scotty and see the blood bath for themselves. He didn't get to send it. In that moment, another man walked into the bathroom, obviously of Scandinavian descent.

"You shouldn't be here," Eret snarled, moving towards Scotty as the human shoved his cell phone into his pocket. Scotty opened his mouth to speak, raising his hands in self defense. Everything went black before Scotty could even throw a punch.

Jacob was already on alert when Artemus brought the girl back towards the bar he was working. A drink was already 'roofied' and set on the bar when Artemus either led or dragged the woman over. If she didn't order a drink herself, either vampire would be completely capable of shoving the pre-made drink down her throat. Either way, she had to be removed from the club, and unconsciously seemed to be the best route.

The Southerner simply looked on as she passed out soon after the man left the room, Eret in pursuit. What a shame, he mused sarcastically to himself. It would have been nice to have a change in diet.

They would wake on the sidewalk, dazed and unable to remember what had occurred the previous night. Stripped of quite a few belongings by the scum of the streets, Scotty would search frantically for his flip phone, and he would find it. No one even wanted to steal a flip phone it would seem.

Eret had thought to check all messages in his inbox and outbox, but the message in question would still be in Scotty's drafts. The agent will look through his messages for some hint towards the events of the night before, but he will only find the enigmatic draft and a pair of small, circular cuts on his neck, crusted with dried blood.

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#2015-02-03 00:59:45, as written by Lvdwilt2000

Claudia looked at him. The guy was a bit crazy.But then again she was also. She smiled at him. Hoping to get the tension gone. But then it was never gone. Ever. This was crazy. She believed in vampires and this guy here, now believed too. And she was telling him that they weren't. Wait. That's not what she was saying. She looked at him and watched him carefully. He spoke and she decided to interrupt. "Wait, Listen, I shouldn't have said what I said." She normally didn't say she was sorry. And she wasn't saying that now. She was just simply. Telling him.

"Let's go come on." She was about to leave when she saw a girl pull him to the bar. She waved at him and smiled. Suddenly a man walked over to her. He was flirty with her most definetly. She let her hand fall to her leather pants that had a gun in a gun holder. She let her grip go and smiled at him.

She had a feeling he was a vampire but she might as well have some fun with him. "Sure I would love, to have a drink." She went with him to the bar and sat down watching as Scotty went to the bathroom. She ordered a drink with the man and smiled. "I will have whatever you are having. So where's the accent from." She watched the door from the corner of her eye where she hadn't seen her friend return yet.

"Exscuse me I am going to go find my friend." She left the building after noticing what had happened. She walked outside to see Scotty on the street. It looked like he was unconcious. She didn't see anyone around so she quickly dragged him to the car that was down the street.

She pulled him to the car and put him in the back. "Scotty wake up." She looked on his neck and saw the bite marks on his neck. "I KNEW IT!" She smiled big and then knew what that meant. She searched him and saw that he must have lost his keys. She grabbed a bobby pin out of her hair and picked the engine.

She drove out of there quickly and parked near a store. She locked all the doors from the inside after climbing out and ran into the store. Went to the bathroom grabbed some paper towels. Damped it with water and ran back to the car. Grabbed the bent bobby pin and unlocked the front door. Locking it again. She sat back on the floor beside him and damped his neck and his head.

She hoped he would wake up. She leaned down to hear his heart. And she could hear it thumping luckily. She was really worried about him because even though they didn't know each other well she still wanted them to be friends.

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