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.