The Society of a Slayers

Thousands of years ago, the god called Omega created the vampire race. They had super-human powers of speed, teleportation, and another sub-human quality: The need for blood. They terrorized human civilization,` causing mayhem and destruction, killing countless millions in their lust for human blood. Eventually, they became a smaller force, their numbers lessening in comparison as the world grew larger. Some people even go so far as to doubt their existence.

An organized group has realized the threat as the world’s vampires have made a sudden reappearance. They are known as the Society of Slayers, and they protect civilization from the blood-thirsty vampires. They have dedicated their lives to wiping them to extinction.

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This RP takes place in present-day New York. Also, because lust in the forms of sex and drinking blood is such a large part of vampires, moderate, censored sex is allowed (meaning, it's okay for the characters to, you know, DO it, but no details). If you choose to be a half-vampire (cross between a vampire and a human, NOT someone who is transformed), they CAN go out in the sun, but their powers are limited, and their fangs are smaller.

Please join up, and have fun

CHARACTER SHEET:
Name:
Sex:
Age:
Vampire/Half-vampire/Slayer:
Appearance:
Weapon(s):
History:

Mine

Name: Virgil Remmington

Sex: Male

Age: 1345

Vampire/Half-vampire/Slayer: Vampire

Appearance: Virgil, dresses in the fashion of a very suave buisnessman. He has long, leather trenchcoat, that reaches his ankles that he wears open. Underneath that, he has pinstriped black and blood red vest, underneath that, the matching pinstriped dress shirt. He has a blood red tie wrapping around his neck. His bottoms are also matching his shirt and vest, being pinstriped black and red slacks. He has black dress shoes, but at very top of the shoe, it's lined with blood red. A very handsome man indeed, his appearance contradicts his nature, for as handsome and smooth as he is, he has a very vicious nature. He has black hair, that's done up in a way that would seem he actually cares for appearances, and brown eyes.

Weapon(s): A sword that he has had for over 1000 years. A pristinely kept sword, it gleams when it's drawn. The hilt is black, going up, and stretching outwards is two black bat wings at the base of it. The blade measures about four feet long. A very shiny blade, but if you can get a good enough look at it, you can see traces of red going up the blade, in the designs of fire. Since nowadays, you can't simply walk around with a sword at your side, he usually keeps it in a breifcase that he always carries with him. Also inside the breifcase, are two, chrome, Desert Eagle handguns.

History: Virgil was once the lord of a small estate in Romania. One day, on a ride with one of his pride steed, he found a few of his slaves to be deceased. Upon further inspection, he noticed that there was no blood, anywhere. It had appeared as if they were beld to death. Hearing a rumors of vampires and things of the sort, his curiosity got the best of him. He locked himself away, funding research into learning of Vampires. Months pass by, then quickly, it turns to years. By this time, Virgil was completely obsessed with them. Finally, he had a lead, just outside of his estate, a group of Vampired were spotted, ravaging and killing towns people. Virgil, took off at once. When he saw them, he realised, he wanted to be a vampire. Before they could kill him, he asked how he could become one of them, if they told him that, he said he would give them his town, and everyone in it to feed on. To be made into a vampire, one would have to catch the "curse". He offered his town, and estate to the Vampires, if only they would help him catch the curse. They kept to their word. Finally after months, Virgil had caught this curse. The bloodlust within him grew, almost becoming savage. Because he was now a pure blood, Virgil was one of the most powerful Vampires. Since that time, he's moved quietly throughout the ages, leaving a trail of blood, death, and chaos behind him.

Name: Riker Sullivan

Sex: Male

Age: 39

Vampire/Half-vampire/Slayer: Slayer

Appearance: Riker is a beast. The man is completely cut. He has alot of tattoos. His head is bald, for he has a tattoo there, a swymbol that represents "Rebel" that comes down over his left eye. He isn't from the New York division of the SOS, so he's new to the place. He wears a black leather jacket. Underneath it, he is only covered by a white t shirt. He usually wears black jeans, and black tennis shoes

Weapon: He uses a memento from his father. Nothing more than a simple Katana. He sharpens it though, almost to a tee. He keeps it slung on his back, and if anyone asks any question, he shows them a fake police badge, that all SOS members have if they're in a jam. Also, in his car, he keeps a street sweeper.

History: Being a slayer came natural to him. His hatred for Vampires goes way back, to his childhood. His mother, was enticed by a vampire, and murdered. He was then orphaned, seeing as he never knew his father. Growing up, having the ability to see vampires for what hey were, only furthered his hatred of them. When he came of age, he became a cop. On one case he was working, he knew it was a Vampire that had murdered this young girl, along with dozens more. He didn't know what to do. FInally, he figured he would tell his captain. The captain, basically kicked him off the force, for making that kinda outrageous claim. SOS has eyes and ears everywhere though, so when they heard that he knew how to peg a vampire, he was immeidiately recruited.

Name: Jonathon Toreile (Jim)
Sex: male
Age: 19
Vampire/Half-vampire/Slayer: Slayer
Appearance: Jim is 6' tall with good muscles. He has scars on his arms and back, he has spiky red hair. He has a black vest blue shirt and cargo pants and white tennis shoes.
Weapon(s): He uses a broad sword he got in England that has been passed down through the ages. He also has an Uzi.
History: Jim has always been part of the SOS, his grandfather helped to found it and was one of their greatest heroes. But his grandfather and father died in combat, and his mother got sick and died when he was young, the leader of the SOS adopted him, and sent him all around the world for the best schooling and training. He has just been transfered to the New York division to help them with new recruits and fighting back the new infestation. He also has the best of luck, probably because all his bad luck has already been spent so he doesn't really need to recognize a vampire they kinda show up for him. Because of his life, Jim is one of the best hunters around. He learned martial arts and sword fighting/weapon use in the toughest manners. He hates people who want to be vampires, because of their want to take another's life. Also Jim cares about everyone, he just doesn't say it very well.

ooc: how is that?

OOC:Thats fine ^^

Mind if I join?

Name: Isabell Rhinert
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Vampire/Half-vampire/Slayer: Half-vampire
Appearance: Like any other middle class working women of New York, Isabell was well dressed and made sure her makeup and hair was done nicely before walking out the door. She had a good job as a night secretary for a business that did a lot of over-seas business so never left her small apartment without being dressed to impress. Her hair was naturally dark brown but she added red highlights to give it a little bit of pop. Izzy’s skin is that of any northern European decent, pale and liable to burning. She hardly ever smiles or talks, but that is to hide the fact that her canines were longer then they aught to be and quite a bit more sharp. Dark brown contacts covered her eyes, too sensitive for broad daylight, the contacts helped dim out the light. Unless one got very close to her, she looked just like any other New York woman.
Weapon(s): She carries a small handgun in her purse and usually has some sort of knife on her, mostly just for her own protection. Some of her meetings happened in some not so well policed districts.
History: Isabell grew up in the suburbs of Philadelphia where her mother raised her as a single child. She never knew her dad, and her mom tried to keep it hushed up. She was taught by a tutor who came to her house in the afternoon and spent most of her time inside. She eventually grew up, as all people do eventually, and moved away from her mom, moving up to New York. She went to NYU for a business degree then started at the company she was at now. She had never known her father though she had gotten it out of her mother before she moved away. Still, the slight “gifts” she had from his genes allowed her to better herself in the business. A small blessing for not having known the man responsible for your life, but what could she really ask for. She was the main secretary for the evening business hours and couldn’t complain about life at the moment, even if some of the company’s dealings brought her into contact with some of the more shady people of New York’s populace.

OOC: Awesome, if one, or two more people join up, we'll get this thing rolling.

I think this looks pretty good.

Name: Sina Vallente
Sex: Female
Age: 986
Vampire/Half-vampire/Slayer: Vampire
Appearance:
Sina dresses in a very seductive manner. Her slim, fit figure sets it off well. She has a long dress that reaches above her ankles with a long slit that reaches all the way up to her hip revealing her left leg. It is dark red with black designs with hearts and vines going up it and a black cross design on the front and back. In the front of the dress at the neck it is cut down to a V from her shoulders to the center of her chest revealing the top portion of her breasts. With the dress she wore black boots that were light but tough enough to deal good damage to a victim. Her eyes are dark green and when glinted in leight they look a more smoother and glassy light green. Sina's hair is long and reaches down to her mid back, it's layered beautifully and is crimson. Her devilish beauty is quite unique and puts her image all in perfect order.
Weapon(s): A pair of unique daggers, the handles look like the hand of dragons.
History:
Sina is a pure bred vampire. During her years she has changed many humans and killed mercillously when she needs to. She has been able to keep almost perfect control of herself until the craving became too much for her or she would just let herself lose control. During her life she has made herself very popular among the vampires and even some villages 'worship' her. This all started after she lost her parents in a massacre when she was ten. After that she had to raise herself and learn as she went. She then found an elder vampire to teach her the unique ways of battling and how to control the vampire urges. This went on for years before he too passed on by a very skilled slayer. She ended up killing the slayer and took all of the knowledge the elder vampire had given her and put it into good use. Since then she just roamed from village to village and city to city finding her next victim and something to satisfy her boredom.

Name: Riley.
Sex: Female.
Age: Twenty five.
Vampire/Half-Vampire/Slayer: Slayer.
Appearance: Riley stands at nearly six foot, and is rather slender if you look past her curves and toned muscles. Ivon locks fall just above her tailbone, kept bound in a tight braid. A thick clump of bangs cut bluntly across her forehead have enough length to conceal the metallic studs in her left eyebrow and punctuate the cobalt blue of her irises. The plump flesh of her lips are set in a constant pout; by shape, not mood. The cartilage of her ears are adorned with an array of diamonds, studs, and rings. She stays clad in a formal fitting white tank top, black cargo pants, and thick combat boots.
Weapon(s): A silver 9mm, ten round Glock 26 pistol in a holster on her right hip, as well as a stainless steel, nine inch, saw-tooth backed dagger fashioned to a clip attached to her left belt loop. She stashes several extra rounds of ammunition in one of the pockets of her pants.
History: Being the daughter of a military sergeant, Riley was introduced to weapons and violence at a rather young age. She is an expert sharp shooter, as well as specially trained in hand-to-hand combat. The thrill of battle drove her to take up martial arts and boxing as a teenager, and she works out on a daily basis to preserve a fit physical condition. In fact, she has a part time job as a yoga instructor. At the age of nineteen, Riley had become infatuated with a fellow classmate at her courses in college. They dated steadily for three years until his untimely death. The investigators on the case were vague with their details, stammering the only piece of evidence they collected was a bite wound on his jugular and severe blood loss.

Room for one more? : )

Human Name: Gregory Finigan
True Name: Falicuos
Sex: male
Age: 20
Vampire/Half-vampire/Slayer: half-vamp
Appearance: medium muscle build, 5 inches long black hair, dull grey eyes, usually wears a brown trenchcoat, with black pants. a black t-shirt with the jolly rodger on it, bright green sneakers, and a red and black striped beanie.
Weapon(s): 6 gernades, and 2 butcher knifes. The gernades are holstered in a special set of pockets inside the trenchcoat, while one of the knives are slung on his belt, the other is hiding up his sleeve on a special mechanism. This mechanism allows a single hand motion to propel the knife outwards, not as a projectile, but for hand to hand use.
History: After leaving his mother's corpse after childbirth, the hospital sent the baby to an orphange. Falicuos never fit in with the other kids, to start off, he was indeed half vampire. He had felt like he should be drinking something else, besides the water that tasted terrible at the orphange (both because of being half vampire, and the fact that the orphange wasn't exactly well funded). Falicuos didn't realize he was all that different, untill one night in the bunks. His bunk mate (bunk beds) had rolled out of the top bunk, and landed face-first onto the ground. His nose was clearly broken, and some new teeth would be spit up in the following morning. Falicuos saw the blood ooze out of his compainon's nose, and how it flowed freely. The next part involved a lot of face-sucking, but not brokeback mountain style. In the morning, the other kids noticed the dead body, licked clean of any blood on his body, laying on the ground. Falicuos hadn't slept a night since, his true vampire side finally awoken, he would pick off orphans one by one, untill there were ten new bodies in the cemetary. After reaching 18, Falicuos left the orphanage, to pursue more...pleasurable forms of dining, such as, women, various beasts, and the occasional orphan child, old habits die hard. For the next 2 years, Falicuos would hunt down his food source unchallenged, untill the blasted SOS showed up : p

OOC: This is great, lets get this thing rolling.

Ic: Virgil

Virgil stepped off of the subway car, wiping off the blood that was still on his cheek. Smoothly and calmly, he made his wack towards the surface on this New York Eve. What he left behind on that train, were two corpses, drained of their blood. Luckily for him, it was a late hour, so they were the only two on the train at the time. "That should hold me over til' later." He thought as he walked up the steps. Breathing in the nights air, he decided to just walk along the streets until he found something amusing.

He walked along for about a mile and a half. Something was making it's way into his ears. As he continued to walk, loud, somewhat annoying music began to ring out, and he knew what was going on. "A nightclub...hah." He thought as he continued to walk. He knew a nightclub was an easy place to find a meal and perhaps other Vampires. He always enjoyed the hunt with someone else. And since he had only arrived in the big apple a few days ago, it would only be proper to introduce himself to any other Vampires.

He was all for going to the club, until he saw the long line from a while away. "Wow...well...maybe some other time." He thought. He still walked by the place. As he got closer, he knew he could get in without waiting. In the front of the line, there were a few women. They seemed to be having a ladies night out. "Hah...well well well..." He thought as he quickly strolled up to them. He spoke with a European accent, "Excuse me, but could you all do me a favor?" They all asked what it was that they could do for him. " Well, might I get in line with you ladies, my friend is in that club, and I'm slightly worried, they're not used to these kind of places." They all began to look unsure, thats when he turned on the Vampire charm. "If you let me go with you, perhaps I can buy you all drinks for the night?" He said in a seductive tone. They had said yes to that. "The shallowness of humans sometimes disgusts me..." He thought with a chuckle.

As he they entered the club, he was holding two of their hands, and he the other one was already dancing on him. He stayed with them for a moment. He pretended to 'look' for his friend who didn't exist. And after a good excuse, he came back to the three women. "Well, it seemed my friend has already gone home, he just called me." He said putting his cell phone away. "Well, how about those drinks ladies, go grab a table, and I'll bring them to you." He winking at them. They all showed him where they would be sitting. "Ok, got it." He said. Before he left, he grabbed each of their hands one at a time, and softly pressed his lips upon them, further charming them.

His quest to the bar was simple enough, he figured he would take a long time on purpose, so the girls would have a chance to 'miss' him. And, during this time, he could look for other Vampires he could possibly enjoy this meal with. He bought his own drink, and sat at the bar, and scoped out the place, hoping to see another.

Ic: Riker

"Jesus H Christ!" He shouted in his car. "Where the hell do these people lear how to drive, and at night no less!" He shouted again. Grumbling around a bit, he started going through the piles of paper and trash in his car. "Where the hell did I put my cigarettes..." He mumbled to himself. It was his first night on the job, and he was late to clock in at SOS headquarters. He was recruited into the SOS out in L.A., but he was freshly transferred because he had a reputation with the police out there.

He wasn't used to the east coast period, especially the weather. "This bites." He thought. He knew he would get shit for being late. "Ahh, whatever, what can they do, fire me? Hah." He said aloud. Once you're a slayer, you're always a slayer, period, end of story. As he finally got to HQ, he rushed inside. As soon as he did, he was immeidiately bitched at by his superiors for being late. "What a great start..." He thought as the ass chewing continued.

Jim jumped from the low building onto a car, then down to the ground, running along back alleyways chasing the dammed thing. It took a turn and headed into an empty construction site. Jim ran after it and followed it as it jumped up 4 floors. It was waiting in a battle stance when he caught up. "Hehe, guess you gave up running mr. vampire."
"No" it said, "But now i can kill you without interruption." He charged forward without hesitation. Jim grabbed the hilt of his sword, and prepared to strike. The vampire was on top of him then and slashed with his claws going for Jim's neck. Jim slashed through the vampire, then re sheathed his sword as the vampire's body fell to the ground the head rolling off.

Jim walked into the SOS HQ an hour later. "Where the hell have you been Jim!" yelled the head of the division. "We told you your to inexperienced to go vampire hunting without a partner. You know we wanted you here to meet the new guy anyway."
"Well sorry for doing my job" yelled Jim. They argued and fought for a good 20 minutes before the head of the division finally set him off to meet the new guy. Jim headed down the hall until he came to a back room, inside was a man. Jim walked up, he noticed that he was much older then himself. He extended his hand "Nice to meet you, I'm Jonathon Toreile, but you can call me Jim."

Isabell trudged down the staircase yawning, the stupid elevator was broken again. She hated having to take the winding dark stairs, it always felt like someone was watching. It was just her imagination and she knew it. Besides, if it was just the average thug, she could handle herself. She was just getting off her job, the night still fairly young. It had been a short night at the office, no meetings or interviews to have to put up with. She did get a chance to catch up on all of the paperwork she had been slacking on. She hated paperwork. "Just as well that I brought spare clothes.. I can go out at least and not waste the entire night" Isabell changed in the lobby bathroom, entering in as a conservatively dressed secretary, leaving as just another party goer. She left the small pack of her clothes with the security guard who promised they'd be there for her the next day with a wink, "What a perve.. she thought to herself, giving him a smile and hiding her true thoughts. Her place of employment wasn't far from the entertainment district with all the clubs and shows and all so she decided to skip the train and walk. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she wound her way toward the sounds of thumping music and people laughing and chattering away.

A few blocks later, she saw the lines and moaned. She stood for a moment, pondering what to do. She grinned and looked down at her clothing. A few adjustments to make a little more cleavage shown, a hike of the skirt to expose just another inch of pale thigh, and she was ready to go. She sauntered up passed the line of people until she found what she was looking for. A couple of college looking guys, most likely still underage, standing near the front of the line. She caught the most vulnerable looking one's eyes and gave him a flirtatious smile. That was enough of an opening for him and soon she was among them, her hips or chest bumping against him enough to make him stay glazed, a bit of her father's type of persuasion kept him firmly there. It was a quick easy way to get anywhere. Men are so easy.. she thought with a laugh as she peeled away from the boys as soon as she was inside, claiming to have to use the lady's room. It was an average club and she quickly got caught up in the mood of it, dancing with any guy that approached and getting quite a few drinks. She used her charm and slight abilities to get a better quality of drink then what most guys would offer up. So she didn't just use her gifts for getting ahead in the business world, what harm could come from that?

The fluorescent bulbs fixed to the ceiling cast an unnatural glow against the porcelain tile, reflecting an aura of endless white. The cement enforced walls allowed little to no excess sound, so Riley gave a slight start as she strode around a corner in the hallway only to come nose to nose with the head of her division, his cheeks flushed with aggravation. He fumbled a moment, smoothing the hem of his shirt before twisting his lips into an attempt of a smile.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with these guys," he scoffed.
"Awe, Thomas," Riley cooed mockingly, "Don't let 'em get to you. You're a big, tough killing machine, you can't get all flustered over some new recruits."
The message circulated this morning of a new addition to the SOS family. Unfortunately, for either the new guy or Thomas, he had arrived considerably late.
Thomas shook his head, chuckling under his breath as he continued on his way down the corridor.
A door opened and closed in enough time for Riley to catch a glimpse of a boy with a black vest entering the room. She had seen this boy from time to time, but made little effort to converse with him. His lack of respect to the division and youthful demeanour gave evidence to his young age, and she had little time to deal with his shenanigans. He must have been assigned to partner up with the newcomer. All the better, she thought to herself. He's way too young to go all hot-shot on his own.
Coming upon a second door, Riley pushed it open and stepped inside. The barbered carpet cushioned her steps as she made her way to a chair and table in the center of the room where she took a seat. Laid out in front of her was a pale yellow folder, Weston, Riley printed in black marker on the tab. She flipped it open and thumbed through the pages of her latest assignment.

"Jim eh? Names Riker, Riker Sullivan..." He said as he shook the youngsters hand. "Seems a little young, but what the hell." He let go of his hand, and the head brass then yelled at them some more, until he calmed down.

"Ok, you two, take your shit, and get in your office thank you very much, the both of you have massive amounts of paperwork before you can go play badass."

"What an asshole..." Riker thought. "C'mon Jim, lets go." He said to his new partner. Riker sensed that the kid had spunk, so he wasn't displeased by his age one bit. Walking down the hall, he took note of a woman, who had her own office. He would take time to ask Jim all about the other slayers once they made into their office.

Rikers face showed nothing but aggrivation when he opened the door to their 'office'. He seemed calm, but his voice was trembling with anger. "This...closet is our office..." He wanted to turn around and beat the crap out of the brass, but decided that he'd already got a bad first impression. He made his way in there. Two twin desks were sitting in the room, facing eachother with less than 5 feet between them. One window, and one door out. "If there was a fire, we'd probably die..." Riker thought sarcastically.

He took his things and set them on the desk to the right. He looked up at Jim. "Well, this is BS...one day in New York, and I hate it already." He said throwing papers on his desk. He sat down and was about to start his paper work, but his temper got to him again. "Hey, I don't know about you, but I say screw this, lets go kill a few vamps, you up for it Jimmy?"

Ic: Virgil

"This place seems dead to vampires..." He thought depressingly. He wished to find another, but for now, and to his dismay, none showed up. He was slightly let down by this until he looked up at the three girls, he smiled. "I guess it's more for me...hah." He said to himself. He then ordered their drinks, and paid a little extra to have them delivered to the women.

He ordered one more drink, and then decided he would get over to the women. He made his way through the dance floor, passing by many women, giving them smiles, and hello's. Finally as he was about halfway through, when he saw a girl on the floor, seemingly catching the attention of every man in the room. Stopping for a moment, he stared at her. He wasn't looking because he necesarily liked, although she was a sight, he was looking because she had a familiar sense to her. Finally, it hit him. He smiled and thought to himself. "She's a half breed." Perhaps the night hadn't been a total loss. It all depended on if she gave herself into the hunger.

He made his way up to her. Easily enough, he began to dance with her. As he danced with her, he began to get closer, others on the dance floor considered this to be 'sexy', he merely needed to get closer to her to talk in her ear. "I know what you are..." He said then quickly backing up. He opened his mouth, and elongated his fangs, licking the tip of them, he then smiled and closed his mouth again. He continued to dance with her for the moment, to see what she would do.

Isabell was having a good time at the club, a good amount of guys dancing with her and having enough money spent on drinks for her that she didn't have to spend a single penny and still managed to get slightly buzzed. She made sure not to drink too much, she learned that one the hard way a night a few years ago. She learned that when she drank enough to get drunk, or even extremely buzzed, she had an easier time releasing her strict control on that other hunger, that other need. Isabell spent a good portion of her will controlling that need, only letting it indulge when she was absolutely unable to resist any longer.

It was only after a couple drinks and she was back out on the dance floor did a fairly handsome man, in that old fashioned style, come up to join her. She smiled at him and let him dance closer to her. He was a little bit older then some of the other boys which usually meant that he'd be able to show her a little bit better of a time. Older men and their experience.. she thought to herself. She felt him brush up against her and felt his breath tickle her neck and ear as he leaned in. "I know what you are.." It took a moment to sink in and by the time it did, he was backing away. She felt her heart beating faster as she glimpsed fangs in his mouth. She acted nonchalant, trying to pretend that nothing was wrong or different. She looked him over a bit slower now, her eyes roaming over his face and style. "And what are you going to do about it?" she said, curious if he was one of her father's kind that hated her for being a mix, a mutt. She kept her mouth slightly closed, trying to hide her little half fangs, one of the only visible signs of what she was. Her mind was going a mile a minute, close to panicking. He might not do anything.. he might be okay.. oh please let it not be bad..

Virgil could feel her nerves kick in. Still smiling, he said, "Oh, I'm going to do nothing, but invite you to a hunt, if you're into that..." He said as they continued to dance. He elegantly spun her, and then dipped her, much in the fashion that didn't go with the others dancing, but for some reason, it went with the music that was currently playing in the club. As he lifted her out of the dip, he got up close to her face and spoke again. "Try not to be so nervous young one..." He twirled her around. "Nerves are not becoming of such a pretty girl such as yourself." He said to her. As the song ended and died down, he kissed her on the hand. "Now, would you care to join me in a hunt?"

"I thought you would never ask" said Jim. He stood up and walked to the door, He liked Riker, he was old but he was still cool ."I know a nightclub a few blocks from here, and if I'm correct we might find another vampire, they seem to love it, I've already gotten 3 this week from there, guess it's a good place to meet up for them, and find pray." He walked out the door, and sneaked by the brasses office.

The night club's intoxicating music pounded into Falicuos' ears, the long line in front of it practiclly streached around the block. Falicuos normally would have left this area in peace, he had found a group of stoned teenagers in the woods under 2 hours ago, and had drunk from them all. Except, there was something about this club that stood out to him, but unfortunately, he couldn't place his fingers on it, he just felt as though he were supposed to be in there.

"God damnit", Falicous muttered under his breath, although never that religious, he still liked to say it. Besides, god never actually damned something when Falicuos demanded it. He began walking into the club, passing the people in line along the way. One particularily bulky man about mid-way in line raised his fist at falicuos, and began shouting at him.

"Hey ass breath, get to the back of the line, we've got to wait just as long as you do!" The man yelled, his bulk jiggled as he did so. Falicuos knew something about this guy, he was pissed, and his target was Falicuos. Fal turned slightly towards him, forcing his fangs into their normal position.

"You don't want to hold me up, for you see, I am the owner of this establishment, and I should think that I can come and go freely." Falicuos' mouth didn't change from its stone line, after he finished talking. The bulky man slid back into the rest of the line, face slightly red. Falicuos continued to the front, once there, he saw the bouncer, the bouncer was huge by normal standards, his muscles accented by the cameo t-shirt he wore. Veins were clearly accented in his neck, and Falicuos fought his teeth back. The bouncer looked Falicuos up and down, sizing him up and what not. The bouncer pointed inside the club, Falicuos sighed in his mind, he didn't want to fight anyone...untill he got hungry again anyways.

Isabell relaxed a bit as he assured her that he wasn't going to do anything. She continued to try and dance like nothing odd was happening and no one really noticed anything other then some odd dance moves. Her nerves were still tightly wound and from his words, she knew he could tell. "Relax.. relax.. relax." she repeated through her mind. It didn't help. In fact, her heart beat just a little faster, fluttering in her chest like a bird face to face with a hungry cat. "A hunt?" she asked, knowing what he meant but not sure about it. "For the thirst?" She cringed slightly. "It has been so long.." she thought to herself, "Perhaps.. maybe.. just one, just this once.."

To him she said, "I've never been out with anyone else.. not hunting together." She licked her lips slightly, nervous and anticipatory. She followed his lead in the dance, letting him direct them as he would. His style of dancing was strange and she had no training in it at all but managed to keep from looking the fool or stumbling. Isabell always did have a pretty good grace about her. "I supposed its to be blamed on my father as well.."

Ic: Riker

Instead of sneaking by, Riker walked on past the brass, flipping him the bird. He popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. "Hey Jim, we'll take my car." He said suggesting the direction of his car. He smiled, he loved his car, a black on black 69' Charger. "Just move all the shit out of the seat, and make yourself at home."

As he got into the car and started it, he looked at Jim. "So, which way's this club?" He said putting the car in gear, and backing out of his spot in the garage. "I'm itchin' for a kill over here...ha."

Ic: Virgil.

Virgil continued to dance with her. Her nerves were going crazy, whenever he felt her wrist when they were dancing, he could feel her pulse begin to move faster, and at times slower. Her nerves made Virgil almost laugh, but he retained his cool nature.

"I've never been out with anyone else.. not hunting together."

Virgil pulled her in close with a spin, so her back was lying on his chest. He spoke into her ear, "It's not that much different, love. We just...share...It's one of the oldest ways of our kind to...get to know each other." He spun her back around to face her front. He continued this dance, hoping to hear a yes out of her.

Jim sat next to him in his car as they drove. "Take a turn here and we'll see it." they turned the corner, and there it was. Riker parked the car and Jim hopped out. There was a huge line to get in, but Jim cut to the front, to the sound of shouts from the other people in line, and talked to the bouncer. "Hey Tom, how you doing."
Tom "Good to see you again Jim, yah im doing fine, the kids wanted me to say hi."
Jim "Good, good, well can you get me and my friend in?"
Tom "Yah sure, no problem."

Jim walked in the door and looked around at all the people inside, "so, lets find ourselves a bloodsucker."