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Carth Insidiatori

"Don't take it personally, it's just my job."

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a character in “Blood and Chocolate: Nightfall”, as played by Dante Angelico

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"Death smiles at us all. All we can do is smile back."
Best of you - Foo Fighters





General information
Nickname:
  • Merc
  • Sunshine
  • Cathy
Age: Appears to be around 30 but he is infact 211 years old.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Vampire/Human type: Homo Vampyrus Draco




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Appearance
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Height: 5'11

Weight: 156 lbs

Eye colour: Pale green but shifts to an equally pale red when he begins to suffer from the thirst.

Hair colour: Brunette

General Description: There's no doubt about it, Carth is an imposing individual; standing at 5'11 with broad shoulders his upper body with hips just slightly slimmer than that of another man his size, his upper body somewhat resembles an upside triangle. Sinewy muscles cover his frame giving him a slim and toned body; he often covers up in his old military clothing, consisting of a plain faded green t-shirt, combat pants, a long scarf and his leather combat jacket.

Having a slim face and a sickly pale skin, what could have been a handsome face is marred by a long scar that runs across the bridge of his nose and the lost of his left eye. The remains of what use to be a pale green similar to corpse light is usually covered up by either a medical bandage or a leather eyepatch. What ever the smile it is usually subtly charming but what makes it unique to most mortals is that he often keeps his canines abnormally long but not so long that it would draw suspicion. Unusual for a male, he grows his hair down to the middle of his back, normally keeping it loose, when the need for some sort of practicality is required then instead of cutting his hair he simply platts it.




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Mentality

Personality: Despite his profession and maybe due to his nature as a Draco, Carth is a rather social and relaxed man. Never being one to take life seriously even when he was mortal, him becoming a vampire you could say hammered the last hammer into his coffin with his care free attitude. Due to this out look he has a certain way of swaggering about where ever he goes, some sort of a smile on his face; he is a man who could make friends with anyone be they a mortal or a rival genus. To go with this easy going attitude is a level head that rarely loses his temper even when faced with someone insufferable, a trait that has kept him out of trouble with human and vampire authorities alike.

Due to his actual line of work there is another set of emotions that lie hidden under the surface of his pleasant smiles. Remorse, guilt and disgust plague his mind at times when he would rather wish they wouldn't. He has never mentioned these emotional burdens to anyone and is likely to never will as long as he lives, causing a struggle with what he knows he must do and what he believes he should do; this conflict manifests itself in his laziness towards both his night duties and his "day" job.

Likes:
  • Whiskey
  • Blood type A-
  • Smoking
  • Dark Chocolate
  • Drinking himself silly
  • Being surrounded by others
  • Bloody meat
  • Alternative rock music

Dislikes:
  • His duties
  • Martinis
  • Uptight people
  • Religion
  • Vampire Elders
  • Cigars




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History

Being born from an Italian father and an Englsih mother, Carth's life was like any other child growing up in the 1800s but when he reached of age he migrated to France there he spent several more years that have been lost in his memory until he joined the French Foreign Legion on his twenty-fifth birthday. Despite the rigorous discipline that clashed with his easy going attitude he made it through training and saw his first skirmish in 1835 during the French conquest of Algeria; he began to make a name for himself as he showed his worth to his platoon. During his platoons seventh operation, whilst on patrol with his commanding officer the two men took fire from a combatant lying in wait for them and during this ambush is when the lower ranked man lost his eye ending his career in service to the Legion. Although his career was now over there was a silver lining, thanks to his injury he now was classed as full citizen of France and was shipped back there to live in a little estate with other wounded Legionaires.

It wasn't long after settling back into civilian life when the half Italian was turned. One night when he was staggering back to his living quarters after drinking too make whisky and cheap wine at the local tavern, he decided to take a quick short cut through and alley and that's when he bumped into the woman that would change his life, having done the most gentlemanly thing his addled mind could think of, and offered to take the young lady home. It was only when he had foolishly allowed himself to be seduced and take up the offer to spend the night in her bed when she pounced, with the last thing he could remember that night was two sharp objects piercing his throat. When he woke up he was now one of the children of the night, a Homo Vampyrus Draco to be infact and with the help of his creator learned everything he needed to know on how to survive as one, a feat that lasted decades.

Having settled into Las Vegas in the 1950s with a false set of records, due to the contacts he had made whilst under the wing of the now long gone mentor, he was soon contacted by some of the more influential immortals, Dracos and the other genus, to act as a sort of enforcer/hitman to keep the some of the more indiscreet vampires in line. Despite this obviously rather infamous job, throughout the years he has been able to keep that bit of knowledge to only himself and those of power all the way to today.

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So begins...

Carth Insidiatori's Story

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The music was loud, the rythmic beat felt as if it was pounding inside his skull but the man sat at the bar didn't mind this one bit, it just added to the atmosphere in the room creating a thick and primordial, animalistic charge that hung in the air as the customers either raved to the beat or sated their varying thirsts. Smiling to himself as he saw the revellers having a good time whilst the staff tried their best please them, the figure sat at the bar picked up his drink and downed it's content; feeling satisfied at the burning sensation of the whiskey and a coppery taste of something that wouldn't be found in a lot of people's cocktail. After ordering another drink the man lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag on it before letting out an equally long exhalation the individual scanned his environment; as he looked past the usual customers and the "entertainers" he noticed the owner of the nightclub was no where to be seen but his favourite pet, one which was rumoured to be the owners right hand man despite only being a worker, was working the floor as he usually did, the man he was looking for on the other hand was as absent as the owner.

Hmm, Petrov mentioned the parte codardo di merda would be paranoid but this is ridiculous, the man scolded in his head picking up his fresh drink and once again downing the contents, his one good eye fixed on the entrance. After some time had passed, his mark finally showed up and headed towards the watching man, his head was down and the man looked like he would run as soon as the watcher made any movement as he shuffled towards the bar. "H-hey there Carth what's with the sudden meeting, ey?" The newcomer asked, squirming as he made himself on one of the stools next to the more imposing man. "Well Jacob it's the usual stuff, one of us has been running amuck amongst the donatore dii sangue and Petrov's found out," Carth mentioned light heartedly a casual grin on his face as if he was filling in an old friend on the latest gossip, noticing a slight tremble in the smaller mans lower lip, "And he's asked us to get rid them." At this last sentence Jacob seemed to visually relax, causing the grin on the other man's lips to retract I to a smirk.

With a nod of his head he signalled the bartender who had been waiting on them to serve them two drinks, Carth's usual: a whiskey cocktail containing sugar syrup, single malt whiskey and his most favourite liquid, A- blood. For the man who was no longer squirming on his seat, a screw driver was poured but with something else added to it as well, a little something extra Carth had tipped the barkeep to add once the mark had shown up. Picking up his own drink, Carth saluted both the man behind the bar and the man sat next to him and drank his beloved liquor in one gulp and waited for the other man to follow suit, to which he did as on que. With the smirk still on Carth's face he asked for his tab and payed it, grabbing Jacob under the armpit and half dragged him out the back exit, the drug that was added to the drink was now taking hold of the man as he made no attempt to resist the only thing he could do was whimper. When they where safely out of everyone's sight in a back alley that stunk of urine, Carth threw the man into the closest pile of refuge, his whimpers growing in intensity. "P-please don't do this, we're buddies right? You wouldn't kill a buddy over a mistake right?" Jacob begged on his knees, tears in his eyes a glimmer of hope in those brown doe like eyes that maybe he could squirm his way out of his inevitable demise. "I don't make the rules." Carth said flatly, as he pulled out a colt .1911 from a hidden holster attached close to his left shoulder and attached a silencer that he produced from his pocket.

"It's nothing personal." And with that said, he placed the tip of the silenced gun to the begging mans forehead and pulled the trigger, shielding his face from the splash back as Jacobs vitae as the man's body slumped backwards, bending it's back in an unnatural way. His job still not finished the armed man placed a carefully aimed round into the body's heart and that was it, job over although conscious wise it wouldn't be over for another week but still he was done and that was all that mattered. He detached the silencer and placed everything back were it had previously been, he even went has far as picking up the spent cartridge and dropped it, nonchalant into the closest trash bin. He needn't worry about the body being discovered, it would be nothing but dust in half an hour or so, with that on his mind he pulled out his mobile phone and called his employer. When the call was accepted he stated, "It's done Petrov, the 'miscreant' has been dealt with. If you need anything else I'm just a call away." He let out a loud sigh as he hung up, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, hopefully that's it for the day but... The night is still young.

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Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei
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William's deep pink eyes narrowed as he peered over the shoulder of his guard. "Who is that?" He demanded thrusting a narrow pale finger at the screen, the blurry image of a man flickered at the bar. The guard blinked and leaned in squinting at the screen.

"I dunno." He muttered. William smacked him in the back of the head with his cane.

"Don't give me I dunno. Give me names. Watch him, and figure out who that other man is." He snapped. He knew from experience that these things didn't simply go away. He needed to take action before the shit storm blew in his direction and ruined the crops he'd worked so hard to sow. He turned away, leaning on the silver handle of his cane and pulled out a cell phone. It was an old flip model colored purple and green as most of his things where, the image of a white rabbit printed on the front. He pressed a few of the buttons and typed in a message before flipping it closed then left the security room, leaving the guard chatting on the coms.

William walked down the narrow halls that lined the upper floors of his club, he could feel the vibrations of the electronic noise coming from the dance hall of the night club but the sound itself was muffled thanks to the money he'd spent in noise cancellation insulation, it still made he head ache, which was why his own living quarters where several stories up still. These floors belonged to the staff and for the few who could manage to afford a private evening with one or two of his ghouls the price was higher than admittance to the club AND the Feeding floors combined so the rooms on that level where never filled completely. William took to the stairs and carefully worked his way up them, hoping that his Little Cat got his message.






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Robb, meanwhile had been on the stage. Treating the guests to suggestive glances and winks as he shook his arse on stage. He'd started off in little more than a fluorescent green suit coat and pants and a loosely done purple tie, his pale shapely torso visible to all as he danced to those who enjoyed that sort of thing, tossing his tie and coat into the audience until all he wore was the pants low and revealing on his waist, an equally fluorescent pink G-string just visible. Robb had felt his waist vibrate as William paged him and he finished up his act, bowing low and giving the women at the front a wink of his blind eye, and a grin. Robb had a body nicely suited for his job, thin, his stomach flat but not emaciated, muscles just rippling beneath his skin. For an 87 year old he had a body to die for. He left the stage and pulled on a dark purple dress shirt over his bare torso inquiring on the nearest guards what had happened.

"Some suspicious guy spotted at the bar. Spotted him going off with another guy might've been drugged. He wants us to bring the guy up to him for payment." The guard said. All the guards where dressed in all black with the logo of the club stitched on their breasts and a purple and pink tie. They all wore earpieces and radios and they all carried both tasers and guns. Every single one of the guards where big burly men with at least basic training in the art of subduing a rowdy party-goer. Half where also trained in killing vampires.

"Why does he want me out there?" Robb asked, exasperated. The guard merely shrugged. Robb sighed. "Two of you come with me, let's go offer this man a rare visit with the White Rabbit."

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Image It had become a long day for Petrov, with what planning and making preparations for the business to bump up it’s game a bit. With all the newcomers the business has lacked some. With what the mistake with Jacob and other things that would be shortly taken care of.

Bizz Bizz

Leaning back in his chair at the sound of his phone buzzing away, he knew right away at who could be calling. Not having to say a word he answered the phone.

“Its done Petrov, the ‘miscreant’ has been dealt with. If you need anything else I’m just a call away.”

With one soft chuckle he closed his cell and smiled to himself. “You know you don’t want to be called. But it’s fun teasing you.”

Turn at his desk chair he stared out the huge wall to wall glass windows at the top of his building. The city lights were as bright as ever, a city in which only looked beautiful from a distance. If only the humans knew of what we knew, if only they saw what we did. The world would no longer be so precious to look at.

Anyways at this point of time, the day was over at the night was young. It was a perfect time for him to go and see an old son of his. At this time of night he should be on his way to the docks for from Trading to go down. The new shipment had came in just this afternoon.

It wasn’t hard for Petrov to track down his son, even though they aren’t father and son by birthing, they are it by blood share and Vamp marking. It was easy to do for him seeing as he had the blood of the Elder’s running through him. He could pretty much get away with anything and it wouldn’t matter, such as blood share. It’s normally a crime in the vampire world, or more like a disbandment of some sort against the vampire race. Maybe it was more like a disgrace or a mockery. Not really sure which was more horrible.

Fumbling with his long silvery hair he got up and walked out his office. Hopping into his car, going to the docks was a very improper, letting him know that he was coming was something in which had to be done. Also Carth…

With a fast contact to Crath’s phone, Petrov tilted his head back while he spoke in a voice in which held a strong ancient accent. “The docks in 10.”

Leaving it at that, when the car finally reached the docks, he waited in his car for his son to show up. And knowing Carth, he’d most likely make his way into Petrov’s car limo.

“Sir, do we wait?” The driver asked looking into the rearview mirror.

“Of course... It would explain why I am still sitting.” Closing his eyes he crossed one leg over the other and placed his hands neatly on his lap, almost as if he was meditating or becoming a statue. Enjoying the silence now that the car was shut off. The only thing he could hear perfectly was the driver’s heart beat and steady flowing blood coursing through his veins. With just this, you could tell the driver was young and took great care of his health. The scent that flowed off of him and swirled around the car was refreshing. Like a nice calming incense that most people use.

The sound of people moving crates had started up and the sight of a well young looking man with white hair had stepped up. Wearing nothing but well bought spendy clothes. Yet there was something else that bothered him. His son had cut his hair leaving the sides behind his ear’s long.. What was he ever to do with that boy.
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Robb knew vampires. He knew them by the way they spoke, how they held themselves the glint of their eyes the slight scent in their breath. He knew them. He knew that many of them, the newbloods had a terrible time of controlling themselves when he leaned close to them his human blood pulsing heavily in his veins. His scent, musky, tainted with sweat and cologne and the sickly sweet of blood and the warmth that rose from it was intoxicating. Robb knew vampires. He slept with one, ate with one, enveloped his entire body around one. He whispered to him when his mind had failed him laughed with him when he spoke his dry black humor. Kissed him, loved him....hated him. Vampires weren't so difficult. No more difficult then humans. With every strength of body there was a weakness of mind be it lust or thirst or madness. Many of them became cocky, most became arrogant, a lot became cold. Robb pushed open the door to the outside world and was greeted with a chill. He immediately wished he'd brought a jacket with him and crossed his arms over his exposed pale chest, his collar flapping against his collarbone in the wind. The guards that shadowed him fingered their guns, unsnapping the clasps to their holsters in case they needed to protect him. He put a hand out to tell them to relax and wait there. Robb walked towards Carth confidently, glancing at the remains of the man he'd killed, already turning to ash. "D'you have a spare?" He asked nodding to the cigarette in his hand. Robb was beginning to acquire his master's accent from spending so much time with him. It sounded queer, an american like him in america with the slightest hints of a british accent. Robb squinted his blind eye as if he where trying to get a good look at him. Robb wasn't really much of a smoker but one was more likely to have a conversation with someone who'd bothered to join him in something like that. It was an odd psychological thing. Robb wondered if Carth was going to attempt to run off. He could have. Robb was only a ghoul and still human. Even if he had been changed Perturbatos where hardly the most capable in the physical area. They where far better at mind games, which was no doubt Robb's primary tactic in getting Carth to join him inside the club. He did have another way though. If he was quick enough or took him off guard he could snap the vampire's neck and have him dragged up. The wound would heal....painfully with a mouthful of fresh blood but that wasn't likely to win him any friendships. It was William's job to act the threat not his.

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Jill sat at the bar section of the club with her head lying down. She was bored. There hasn't been much activity on her part in a while. No jobs or any trouble that involved her or anyone she knew.

"Hey, this isn't a motel, Jill." The bartender said. He was a nice guy and was one of the few humans that Jill could consider a friend. "If you're sleepy then go on home. It doesn't look like there's much going on tonight."

"Don't you find it a little weird?" Jill replied finally sitting up. "This is the city of sin and yet everything seems fine. I came to this city for some fun. Plus it's a good place to spend money as well as get paid." The bartender shrugged.

"You can't get lucky every night. Just make sure if you're gonna stay, at least order something and don't fall asleep. It makes me look bad." Jill nodded in agreement and the bartender went to deal with other costumers. He didn't know what Jill was. He didn't know that Jill doesn't get to choose when to sleep. Didn't know that by the time he was old enough to check into a retirement home, Jill would still look the same as she does now. It's not something she liked thinking about but it was always in the back of her head.

Jill looked around and saw many other Vampires as well. The city was filled with them. Los Angeles, Houston, New York, and Las Vegas seemed to attract vampires like theme parks attracted youth. Jill's attention was drawn to two men talking with each other. One was a decently tall man with what looked like a missing eye. The other individual seemed like he'd turn tail and run screaming if a rat ran across his feet. He looked weak.

The two talked briefly then the little guy seemed to relax. But it was only briefly until something was said that got him really scared and suddenly the big guy was hauling off the little one towards the back. Jill stared after until they disappeared from her view. The bartender saw her curiosity and walked back up to her.

"Don't even think about it, Jill. Not your business." Jill gave a smirk.

"I'm hurt that'd you would think I'd pry into other's business."

"I know you, Jill. You're a thrill seeker."

"So I'm willing to bet that was a dead man walking." Jill started to get up from her chair and the bartender gave her a hard glare. "Come on, Pete. You know I can take car of myself."

"Bah! It's your life. You just better not end up dead or I'll kill ya." Jill's smirk turned into a smile.

"Oh, you know me. As careful as ever. Have a good one, Pete." Jill took off towards the back slowly. She didn't want to, literally, run into the guys she was following. And if she did then she'd just say she was going out back for some silence from the noise of the building. Either way, Jill was glad that something could cure her boredom.

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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
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Alan smiled before watching Anais stand and walk to her room, he walked with her but halted, staying at her door, leaning on the wall beside it, waiting for her. It was about fifteen minutes until she emerged in her lovely black dress, he looked at her, up and down, every detail then her makeup less face, so youthful and unblemished. She, indeed, didn't need make up. But maybe like most women, she would start using it at one point, his only hope for that venture was that she refrained from overdoing it and going orange or using so much eyeliner that she looked like she was punched in the face. In Las Vegas, women in short sparkly cocktail dresses, super high heels, dark fake tans and the overuse of perfume was quite common. He hoped that Anais didn't take their 'style' into account to her own, lest he have to hold her down and take the make up from her pretty face himself. He was a particular man but it was certain, he loved natural beauty and since he was from Africa, he was not used to such things as make up, heels or perfumes. He was quite unfamiliar with them, he put it down to attract the opposite sex but what of same sex couples? Very confusing.

Once he was done admiring Anais' dress choice and so on, looking at her boots he looked back to her face and smiled. ''You will be surprised what two feet can do barefoot, perhaps you will do better with protection on your soft feet.'' He put a hand on the small of her back and began to walk her with him to his bedroom, getting his keys, wallet and a side firearm. Taking his blazer off to put the harness over his shirt then put it on again. He then walked to Anais and smiled down to her, taking her out from his bedroom and walked her to the elevator, going into it and pressing the button to go to the ground floor. ''You look very nice Anais. Much better than most women around here.'' He smiled to her briefly before the doors of the elevator doors opened. He was hit with the wave of the scents of different people, loud music and people, his ears twitching to it all. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he stepped out from the elevator. Humming lowly to himself, speaking to himself. ''The night is young..''

He opened his eyes, his face along the casino as well as Alesso's and his father's. They were known, bodyguards escorting him and Anais to a car in the front of the hotel and casino. Closing his eyes every time a picture was taken to save his eyes the temporary blindness. Paparazzi going mad by his appearance and even more so to see him with a woman, no doubt wild stories in the news would appear on the new and newspapers when daybreak came into the dark sky. Once in the car, he breathed, looking at Anais. ''I hope you are okay... very overwhelming, I know.'' He folded a leg over the other after putting Anais' seat belt on her, seeing the cameras flashing before they left and started to drive, he put his own seat belt on. He looked at her again. ''You will like this club, we will get you a drink there. Perhaps you can try a few things there and get some food if need be.'' He smiled before fiddling with his cuffs, he often did this when nervous. It was a hour's drive to 'The White Smile' and he got out, waiting for Anais to come out, from there, he put his hand back to the small of her back, looking at the bodyguards at the front of the club, no doubt they knew his face. He tilted his head at the door. ''No doubt William is walking about now, perhaps he can sense my presence to.''

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With his task now done Carth was contemplating on returning to the club to try and unwind, killing another vampire as cold blooded as that always rubbed him up the wrong way but it was his job and he was good at it so it was a rather necessary evil he would have to put up with if he wanted to survive for longer in this world of darkness. Remembering the cigarette that dangled limply between his limps, the brooding vampire took a long hard drag on the cancer stick, exhaling the smoke slowly though his nostrils up into the night sky; whilst he did so his nose and ears picked up that he was no longer alone. He turned around to see not only the prized pet of the club owner but also several armed guards of which the latter fingered their trigger guards with what the disadvantaged man saw only as anxiety mixed with a little hint of eagerness, this caused him to slowly raise into the air, a nervous smile spreading across his lips hoping that someone wouldn't blow their load off without warning. "D'yah have a spare?" The little ghoul asked, waving his delicate looking hands at the guards to stand down, his accent sounding both odd but strangely comforting to the now relieved vampire.

"Sure, no problem my good signore femminile, although I must warn you these are very bad for your health." He replied cheerily, an equally cheery grin appearing in his face as he produced the carton of cigarettes from his breast pocket of his jacket and offered it to the smaller male, immediately following it up with a lit personalised lighter. "Now what can I do for such a boccone saparito?" He queried heartily, a low chuckle escaping from him, he was now close enough to the human that he could smell every bit of him from the smell of his cologne and perspiration all the way to his rich, thick blood. Honestly if he hadn't had drank his fill in the club previously Carth would have had some trouble keeping himself from having a taste of the 'Blood donor' but as he was fully sated the smell was simply refreshing if not a little sickly to him now. Halfway through the other man's reply, the taller of the two phone began to ring revealing an also personalised ringtone and without even thinking about it he had answered it. "The docks in 10." Was the only thing said before the line was simply cut but it was all that had to be said, the attack dog of the elders didn't need to have asked who the voice belonged too, the accent had been drilled into his head several decades ago and it could only have been his employer.

Spitting the now almost burnt out cig onto the floor before crushing it with his boot, his attention went straight again to the person infront of him. "Okay, just get it over what ever it was you were meant to do," Carth stated in a relaxed tone, "That was my employer and neither you, me or your master would really want to keep him waiting." He gave out another large smile and placed his hands behind his head, waiting for Robb's next move.

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Anais was pleased with Alan's reaction. A light blush turned her cheeks a sherbet pink, before fading. He walked her to his bedroom, to pick up a few things, a hand placed on her back. She swallowed the fear that threatened to make an appearance, and steeled her nerves. She was not going to show fear. She had resolved that years ago.

After Alan had pocketed his keys, wallet, and a sidearm, Anais was ready to go. She could feel the silver knife in her boot, a comforting feeling to her, as it meant she had both protection and a little bit of family with her. They walked towards the lift, where Alan voiced his opinions on the dress, creating another hint of pink on her cheeks. As the elevator opened, she was hit with all the strange new smells she hadn't quite gotten used to yet. She could smell perfumes, the scents of people, and clothes, in the air and into her nose. She had to force herself to stand still and not recoil, because the scent was a lot stronger than she was used to, especially as a Ghoul. As a human, in her old life, before everything in her life went crazy, Anais knew that she could have never smelled the things she could now. Taking a deep breath through her mouth and holding it, Anais entered the elevator with Alan, and could soon hear the hum and hubbub of people in the casino, and the thud of the beat. Anais decided that she liked the stairs more than the elevator. There wasn't a falling sensation there, and it didn't smell of everything that had been in the room.

Anais soon picked up Alan's soft humming in her ear. She thought she recognized the tune vaguely, but she thought it was also her imagination. She decided not to ask, but let her facial expression convey what she was thinking - intense curiosity and intrigue to what the tune was. A little while after, she heard him mutter the words, "The night is young" and again, said nothing, but turned towards him with a confused expression. It faded quickly and the elevator door made a ding! and slid open. Once again swallowing her fear, she stepped out with Alan and watched with a sense of caution, yet she felt excited. She felt important when bodyguards escorted them past large portraits of Alan, Alesso, and Alan's father. The portraits still captured her attention, even with the real Alan beside her - even with him beside her, she was sure the Alan in the portrait breathed.

She was surprised when people began taking pictures, but only because they were of her. She expected Alan to have his photo taken by everyone, because he was rich, and owned the casino - but she did not expect photos of herself. She tried to hide her face, to protect her eyes from the near-constant flashing from the cameras. Only after they had escaped the paparazzi did she realize why there were photos being taken - she realized what she must have looked like to people who didn't know their story. She happily slid into the seat beside Alan, glad that she was out of the public eye. She breathed out heavily, eyes wide with the slight surprise of the whole experience. She sat back into the seat as Alan put her seatbelt on, and she smiled gratefully at him. The cameras continued to flash as the car pulled out and they were on their way, much to her relief. She nodded at Alan's words. "It's a little bit more than overwhelming." She huffed quietly, trying not to sound rude. "They're getting the wrong impression of us." She stated quietly. It was true, at least in her opinion. She listened to his kind words, deciding not to mention that she didn't drink either, but thought to herself that she might try some, at least tonight. She placed her hands over his as he fiddled with his cuffs, trying to keep him calm, as Alesso had hinted at earlier. "Master Alan, we're going to be okay. There's no need to be worried about anything. I'll make sure of it." She smiled reassuringly at him, giving his hand a quick squeeze before placing it back in her lap.

The car journey would be a long one. However, it passed quickly, and mostly in silence. She slid out of the car as elegantly as she could, observing a sign that displayed the name 'The White Smile'. She suppressed a smile, as a thought flitted through her head that it was perhaps a little ironic that a vampire club was named something they were so iconic for. Then they were off, weaving through the bouncers and bodyguards. Where to exactly? Anais wasn't quite sure entirely. Perhaps they were going to search for William, or maybe even have some fun. Whatever they did, Anais could hardly contain her nerves or excitement.

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Every stripper and guard in that club was a pair of William's own eyes and they watched as Alan, Alesso and their lady Anais made their entrance followed by their flock of hungry camera vultures. Just what he needed. A body in his alley and cameras on his doorstep. William had made it to his office by the time word of their arrival reached his ears and he sighed. His bad knee throbbed angrily. "Offer them a private feeding room if they'd like and tell them I'll be there to greet them in a moment. I need.....some time." He said, a bit irritably to the young woman that had approached him. He needed to deal with a certain mercenary first. He pulled on a dark purple suit jacket and put on a striped green and purple tie that matched the pants that he wore then he placed a short maroon tophat with a hot pink feather tucked in the ribbon wrapped around the base. He looked tired but he willed a bright grin to lighten his face. "I have an expectation to uphold to be the mad rabbit of the White Smile." He muttered to himself, straightening his bowtie. He then stepped into the express elevator that went straight down behind the main stage.




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"My boss requires your audience. Whatever sweet maiden you have calling you will have to wait." Robb said after taking a deep draw from the cigarette. "He's decided to offer you a free pass to a feeding room for the evening. As much blood as you'd like.....and women. Surely after such...." He glanced at the pile of blood stained ashes that spattered the wall and trash bins. "distasteful work.....you deserve a moment of peace and pleasure, after all....peace and pleasure is what we offer here."

Robb watched Carth closely, his icy blue-green eyes steady. He was quite a bold ghoul, with confidence enough to stand right next to a vampire without the slightest bit of concern. Then he gave up the sly ruse, knowing the man wasn't likely to skip out on his master's call for a night of partying. "This is a club, sir. Not some pit stop for you to take your dirty work. There's a price to spilling blood on this property. You will be expected to pay it."

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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
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Alan took Anais' hand this time around and watched as familiar faces that were bodyguards of William's look to him and his young lady beside him come over to them and escort them inside. Keeping the vultures of the news away from him and Anais, how kind. Once inside he looked around he looked at the woman that stood out the most to him due to her scent. 'Sauria..' He thought to himself. After all, he knew that smell well, he resided with one. He then looked around the for a moment, grinning to himself a bit as he looked at the dancefloor. One time he was here, Alesso was there, laced in glow in the dark make up, bracelets, necklaces and earrings. Rather entertaining to look at it, he was a good dancer as well. He shook his head some. He could not believe the man got him up to dance that night. Apparently he was good too. Such a natural boost to one's confidence.

He looked to Anais and smiled to her before going to the front bar. Picking her up and putting her onto a bar stool then got seated himself. The bartender looked at him and he spoke. ''Cranberry vodka and cola for me. Lemonade and vodka for the lady, one shot's worth please.'' The bartender nodded and started to make the drinks before passing the glasses which were normal drinking glasses. He sipped his, his was more strong and for Anais it would mostly taste like lemonade. He turned to her and smiled before putting his glass to hers then sipping more. ''I think you will like that... it will taste mostly of lemonade. It is while simple but well, it is better to start small.'' He chuckled a little about that, mostly because his experience with alcohol landed him in the hospital. All because he didn't stop drinking. He had also vomited on Alesso. He was devastated when he had to bin his favourite loose top. But though Alan apologized to him for it... He actually didn't like the top and was glad it was gone.

''So, how do you like it, Anais? If you would like to go up and dance... I will go up with you. The music is good here.'' He took off his blazer, with his holster at the same time so that it was not disclosed and put it behind the bar as the bartender said he would look after it for him then he looked at Anais. Putting his clawed finger up to the song. ''This is a good song.'' Aero Chord || Boundless

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"Tsk" Shiro clicked his tongue once he heard Kaito shouting like a fool. Of course they were being watched, it was only natural. Just because he was a vampire didn't make him stupid or lack his senses. Sure if he tried hard enough, he could probably most likely locate the hunters. They all had their own stench that Shiro could never stand to smell. It wasn't bad or anything, he just couldn't stand it because they had the scent of death all over them. It was just the thing that made him crave blood more. They were pretty much a desert to him.

Walking up to the guy who had stood there waiting for his boss, Shiro smiled to him. "Do excuse me for the night. It would seem that we have no business with your boss. I'm afraid that what he carries, isn't what we need."

This was a true, from the looks of how their boss was taking his time, it only meant that they didn't come with the stuff they had agreed upon. It showed he was frightened and lacked the ability to for this job. And if it wasn't for the hunters near by, Shiro would have gotten away with what was running through his mind.

The hunger had set a bit of a fire in the pits of his stomach. There was the smell of death all over. Lowering his head, his white hair barely covered his eyes, casting a small shadow over them. "Did you know, it's not polite to turn down kids? They tend to have very bad tempers and throw fits. Their anger can be even more terrifying than a grown man. Because with a kid, you can never truly understand what they are thinking, until the last second."

Hey... The guy turned pale at what Shiro was talking about. Unable to collect his words. It was only obvious he could feel the change in the air. Wh..what are you talk-

Shiro took a step back and bent forward a bit, with one hand on his hip and the other waving. Haha! Forgive me, I just couldn't help myself. You guys are just too serious." He started to laugh, almost in tears.

Yet even though it was a joke to him, he was the only one laughing. The rest of them had become speechless and unable to respond. It was almost as if they were frozen deer who knew their time was up.
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"Now now Pet." Petrov had made his way out of the car. He had completely took in Kaito, stopping for a second to light his cigarette right next to him. You mustn't be shouting something so dangerous." He mumbled the rest through his teeth as he held the cigarette between them. In halfing a drag of smoke he glanced over to where Shiro was standing in laughter. "Beautiful isn't it? Even as a killer, he could find amusement in anything. Those poor fools."

Petrov closed his eyes. His words held no remorse, in his eyes it was purity from a child, his child. Exhaling the smoke away from Kaito's direction he dropped the rest of it and smashed it under his shoe. "Tell the boy, this is not the time to lose control and to meet me in the car. We have some things to disgust. Gag him with your blood if you must, just do your job."

He got into the back seat of Shiro's car. Sitting down he crossed one leg over the other and rested his elbow on the car door, staring out the window s he began to wait. Sure, he didn't ever get question or spoken back to. So whenever he said for something to be done, it was always done. Despite how the other felt.

The only one who had ever went against him was Shiro. Which was one of many reason he admired him so deeply. Not even his own father objected to Petrov.


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That's just stupid! Hiding is for dubbies! Gran-Papa is a jerk!" Shiro had shouted at Petrov one day in the study room of the First Elders home.

Petrov was sitting in his chair by the fireplace reading a book with a tall glass of fresh 'wine'. He had looked up to see little Shiro hanging on the edge of his chair, staring up at him with pouting eyes of a child.

Closing his book he placed his hand on top of Shiro's head. "You know we don't talk like that." Pulling Shiro into his lap he smiled softly. Leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair and rested his head in his hand. "Now tell me what's going on?"

Shiro took in a deep breath and glared at Petrov. "If it was me, I'd never hid from humans! I don't see why we have to hid in the shadows."

"Too much light will hurt you, you know this. And humans are our food, if we scare our food away, we will starve. You don't want that now do you Shiro?" He stroked his cheek softly and chuckled.

He pouted and crossed his arms. "I really dislike How you guys treat people. Just because you guys have no remorse for what you do! It's cruel! I don't like it!" Slapping Petrov's hand away, Shiro took off running.
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Remembering this made him crack a slight smile. It was refreshing to him to have someone act so indifferent towards him. If it was anyone else, he'd probably end it right there. So why this kid? There wasn't anything of value with him. He never loved him more than just a son, if even that. So he never did understand as to why.
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So he had chosen wrong..... Kaito sighed, sometimes it felt like no matter what he did it would be the wrong thing. "Now, now Pet." Kaito's body stiffened at the familiar voice. His hands clenched around the clipboard once more as he turned towards the old vampire, Shiro's father. "You mustn't be shouting something so dangerous." It took everything Kaito had not to roll his eyes at Petrov. Shiro's laughter began to rise from below them, tickling Kaito's ears. He turned to see whatever could possibly be so funny only to catch a view of Shiro cackling and the humans backing away.

"Tell the boy, this is not the time to lose control and to meet me in the car. We have some things to discuss. Gag him with your blood if you must, just do your job." Kaito nodded his head and bowed respectfully before replying with a quick "Yes sir." Only straightening once Petrov walked away. His hands un-clenched and Kaito breathed a sigh of relief, being around that man always made him nervous. Now.... He turned towards where Shiro was preparing the lambs for the slaughter and sighed knowing his boss would not be happy with him.

Nimbly Kaito made his way down to the pavement and said from behind the vampire, "Your father has requested your presence. He's waiting for you in the car." Although he was quite calm on the exterior, there was a sense of urgency in Kaito's tone that should hopefully alert Shiro that Petrov meant business.

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Anais was glad for Alan's hand. She was quite overwhelmed by everything, but as they entered the club and the paparazzi were behind them, the shattering beats of the music soon drowning her thoughts and she grinned to herself. She had a feeling that it would be a good night, or at the very least, exciting.

As they entered the club, Anais almost thought that Alesso was around, or had been. There was hints of what smelled like him in the air, and Anais frowned. She doubted he was here, so she supposed another Sauria was here. That made sense. They walked over to the front bar, obviously going to get a drink of some sorts. Anais was confused. She'd never really taken shots and didn't know what went well together. She frowned, biting her bottom lip slightly, before she was lifted up onto the stool. That made her jump a little, and she flinched, before laughing out loud. She felt silly for jumping, but she swung her legs from the stool like a little girl anyway. Her feet didn't quite touch the floor.

Luckily, Anais didn't have to order her own drink, as Alan ordered her a lemonade and vodka. The shot glass was placed in front of her - a colourless, bubbling liquid that smelled strongly of alcohol. Slightly unsure, she picked up the glass and clinked it with Alan, before sipping at it. The bitterness of the alcohol exploded across her tongue, along with the artificial sweetness of the lemonade. It was strange, as the liquid almost counteracted itself, and Anais decided she liked it. Before long the liquid had disappeared, and her head was feeling slightly foggy, and she felt all the more confident. She smiled over at Alan and told him, "It's really nice. The bitterness of the alcohol and the sweetness of the lemonade kind of balance each other out."

If Alan had suggested dancing before the shot, Anais would have declined politely. Now, she smiled back at him and slid off of the stood with grace, her boots making a quiet thud as she hit the floor. The song that had been playing and a new one came on, something more electro, if that's how you could describe it. Not knowing how on earth she was supposed to dance in a club, she shrugged, nodded her head in response to the question Alan asked and took him hand and headed to the dancefloor.

At first, she had no idea how she was supposed to act, but after a few minutes she was jumping up at down with the rest of the crowd, and laughing. her head still felt strange, but it was blurred out by the dancing. She could not stop laughing, and eventually let the music drift her away.

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So the piccolo spuntino shows his true fangs, the vampire thought to himself amused as he pulled another cigarette from his diminishing supply, but still I can't afford to be held up for too long, although I also can't be affording to be making myself unwelcome here. The job was beginnings of be mores roubles thanit was originally suppose to be something the vampire's employer and their higher ups wouldn't be impressed about, maybe not at Carth himself but definitely at those who slowed him down, even if he hadn't explained it to them. He once again finished the tobacco stick, it's a good thing these arent bad for me, in one drag and let out a sigh of defeat. It looked liked he was going to have to go along for the full ride of this little misunderstanding and also possibly explain who he was, something he stayed alive in this cut throat business by avoiding but still even if the owner of the club was a Perturbato, Carth was sure he could explain his line of work and the dirty little deed that took place in the club's back alley.

It was finally time to meet his maker, figuratively speaking off ourselves, and with a relaxed smile on his lips he strolled past the skinny ghoul and made his way to the entrance where the guards all stood at alert. "You better lead the way, I'll explain myself to your master before I accept any punishment." He called out as if speaking to a friend he had known for years, his hand once again reaching for his mobile, texting: The "Mad Rabbit" hasn't taken kindly to our little clean up, will be delayed to his current master, as he did this his ears began to pick up the once again pulsating music of the clubs.

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''Dreaming in white, splatter in red, blue faced terror I bid you goodnight.''
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Since the early evening where everyone in his and Alan's home at the top of 'The Ivory Tower' Hotel and Casino and woken up and left him. More so for Alan and Anais to bond and wind down. He had been managing the Casino's incomes, customers in the high class suites, Getting bookings for birthdays, weddings and so on and finally guard detail, though admittedly Alan had always been better with the men and women. He seemed to be able to get on with all Vampiric races where himself had trouble often finding himself wanting to rip a few throats out. But once this was done he sighed in relief as he went back into the private elevator back up to his home.

After using a keycard only himself, Anais and Alan had to get into their home and he reached the top, the door opening and he stepped into his living room. He sighed, smiling and showing all of his sharp teeth and he threw his briefcase and wallet onto the couch. ''Finally! Away from work~! Time to get to the real work~ Fun fun fun...'' He rubbed his hands together as he walked to the open kitchen and he opened a cupboard and started to make himself a caramel latte. Humming as he waited for the water to boil. When it was done he poured his drink into a tall latte glass and put whipped cream, caramel sauce and chocolate powder over it and finally put it on a saucer with some chocolate. He would not lie. He loved such detailed and sweet things.

With that done he kicked his shoes off and loosed his tail and went to his office and opened a book with room designs, music choices, menus and entertainment ideas. ''Alright. This should get everyone into the casino for the Annual Charity Ball.'' He sat back in his leather computer chair, eating a bit of white chocolate as he spoke aloud to himself. ''Everyone loves Masquerade balls. Means you can be mean without getting told off.'' He chuckled before sitting up straight and picking up the office phone. ''Hello. Alesso Von Burgentine here. Oh great, perfect. So it will be ready for tomorrow night as planned? Oh great. Did the drapes and crystals go up alright then? Oh thank god. I would of been so upset if they didn't go up. I will get to sending out the invitations then. Okay? Okay.. bye, bye.'' He hung up and picked up the phone to see if food was getting ready then got invitations sent out to all the vampiric people of high class and middle class for the night to go on. And of course, ghouls were welcome too. No need to eat the servers and chefs now is there?

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William appeared, flinging the curtains aside, cane in hand glimmering in the lights of the many strobes and stage lights which swung to face him as thick fog rolled out around his ankles. The beat throbbed a heavy beat that drove the crowd mad. He plucked up a microphone from its stand and walked forward, arms raised to the applause, tipping his hat to the ladies in the front who screamed in response. His eyes glimmered vibrantly a deep rose colored pink, his pupils piercing pinpricks. He could hear the roaring of the whispers even over the din but it only seemed to heighten the energy he felt standing in front of the croud. " Welcome all to the White Smile, where madness reins. Scream as loud as you can if you've brought forth the maddest of pleasures here! Scream loud as you can if you look forward to seeing the maddest of pleasures tonight! I guarantee you will find your madness and I beg of you just one thing for each and one of you. Enjoy. It. All. I am the mad rabbit himself and I say to you WELCOME TO THE WHITE SMILE!!!!!"

His teeth flashed white in the lights, fangs completely visible for all to see in that brief moment as he threw his hat into the air much to the crowd's pleasure. They screamed as the music went to full swing and the dancefloor writhed like a pit full of ants, pulsing with the ear shuddering base.

William's hair had become unkempt and strands of it fell into his face but he pushed it aside. He tried to ignore the figure that showed up in the shadows of his vision, knowing full well it was only in his head. Regardless of the repeated reminder he gave himself dread leaked into his gut and tied it into knots. He walked to the bar to order himself a drink. On the house of course since he owned the place. Just what he needed. Visitors and a mercenary, the last thing he needed was an episode. His gaze fell quickly on Alan and Anais and clasped his hands together. He knocked back the shot he'd ordered and called for the bartender's attention. "Anything they order will be on the house tonight, no charge, my orders. They're my guests."

With that he approached the pair after it seemed they where going to take a break from dancing. "Alan! It is nice to see you again, dear friend! Come, you must join me we should catch up and you must introduce me to this fine young lady." William bowed slightly towards Annai and took her hand to place a kiss on the back of it, charmingly. He smiled, flashing his white fangs again. "Come, let's get out of this noise I have private seating on the balcony."

'It should also be a perfect place to receive my other....guest.' William thought as he led the pair to the spindly staircase that led to the balcony. There was indeed a place roped off. There was another vampire up there but he was preoccupied with a few strippers and had a pitcher of blood wine to keep him uninterested in what they had to say.






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"Come with me." Robb said, quite glad the man chose to cooperate. The guards closed in behind them once the man re-entered the club. Robb paused a moment to ask one of the dancers on William's whereabouts and they where pointed in the direction of the VIP section. He thanked the woman and led on. "Wait here." he commanded once they reached the top of the stairs.

William was seated with Alan and Anais. Robb came forth and bowed politely. "Excuse me, but the mercenary is here."

"What are you waiting for, bring him in." William turned to Alan and Anais. "This man seemed to think it was a good idea to spill blood on my property bringing whatever filthy business he had to my doorstep."

The guards led him in, Robb in tow. One of them put a heavy hand on the man's shoulder to have him kneel before William and his guests.

"Robb, fetch me some blood wine, the good stuff please top shelf, my personal stores." William said before looking to Carth. "You brought blood to my doorstep. I would like answers and payment. I'll take your hand if you don't have a better bid. The only blood I allow in, on, or around this club is blood from a willing donor. Anything else comes at a hefty price."

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Anais didn't notice the eyes on the dancefloor - and quite frankly, she really didn't care. She thought Alan deserved the attention - he was an amazing person and deserved to be recognized, although she did wish they would leave him alone a little more. She could see why it was off-putting, and made people want to stay inside a lot more. However, she didn't show this on the outside, and instead continued to jump in time to the music. Anais was still unsure about the music, of course - it was very different from her own style, but the beat was very catchy all the same. She decided she liked it, even if the clouds in her head made her think so.

Anais stopped bouncing when a man dressed in a suit walked out, fog swirling around his ankles and lights hitting his skin, pallor with vampirism. Anais was beginning to notice the slight differences now - she saw them every day with Alan and Alesso. His eyes were also an odd colour... She listened intently as he began his speech, and listened to the crowd around her scream in response to him. He nicknamed himself the White Rabbit... Anais thought that perhaps this may be a fitting name. She supposed he was a Perturbato, as she had educated herself, although only minorly, in common vampire species. She doubted she had met one before.

She was as equally surprised when he showed off his fangs to the crowd of vampires, ghouls, and humans. She hoped the humans hadn't noticed, and smiled to herself. Oh, if she had spotted the signs when she was human... Maybe things today would be different. Stefan would have liked this club. Her being in it, however, she wasn't so sure about, especially as she was in there with an extremely tall, handsome man, and - Anais blushed and banished the thought from her mind. She wouldn't allow herself to think like that. They had saved her life, and they hadn't asked her for anything like that, so she would remain on friendly terms only, she resolved, and would not go down that route. She leaned over to Alan and whispered; "Is it wise of William to show off his fangs like that in public?" She looked up slightly, before returning to her original position. She could never quite sate her curiosity once it got the better of her.

Out of breath, but still trying to suppress giggles, she suggested that they sit down for a little. The clouds in her head were starting to dissipate a little, but she still felt strange, and wanted to sit. She had to remind herself that her energy levels, although a lot higher than they had been, were not exactly inexhaustible. She grinned again, and sat up straighter at the bar stool, turning her feet so they were pidgeon-toed, and put her hands in her lap. She looked over towards The White Rabbit and nodded her head politely in acknowledgement, smiling. He approached with a warm welcome, before bowing towards her and kissing her hand gently. Her cheeks turned a light pink, and she had to hide a laugh as she thought of how Alesso might react to this. He certainly wouldn't be happy.

She stood up, and followed Alan and William up to the balcony, where it was indeed much quieter, although she could still hear the thumping beats in time to her heartbeat. She could smell something strange here, too, even though it was masked by Alan and William. It was sweet and delicious and...

Anais knew what it was, deep down. It repulsed her to know that she was craving it, but she didn't need it, and if offered, would turn it down. Her eyes had lit up in slight fear and nervousness of the situation, as she had never really been treated this way until recently. It was concerting for her, but she swallowed her fear and forced it down.

I will not show fear. I must not show fear. I do not fear.

She repeated this in her head several times as they approached the table, her black gown sweeping across the floor. Her boots made comforting thumping noises as she stepped, as she knew that in her boots was her knife, and that was comforting to her. She smiled once again, and sat, before crossing her legs beneath the table. She listened to William's words, and spotted his Ghoul leading a man in, with a few spots of blood on his coat, and a plaster on his nose. Anais shot a look at Alan, something that conveyed her uncertainty of the situation, and her worry for the fate of the man. She ignored the mention of the blood wine, even though her gut twisted in her stomach. She wished she could tell them that she could offer her own, if they wished, but daren't speak out loud. She sat in silence, confused as to how the situation would play out.

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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
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Alan stopped dancing as he saw William on the dancing stage to welcome and make his appearance. He looked right at the man as he spoke, seeing through the cheery exterior. Though he did pull Anais to him, just a bit of paranoia getting the better of him within the rowdy crowd, screaming out for the 'Mad Rabbit'. Rather ingenious referring to 'Alice in Wonderland.' Perhaps this was a human's dream though... How twisted desires made the innocent darken. All to familiar with their choking presence. He looked around as he thought to himself, wondering out of all in here... who were really innocent here? Then he looked down to the side of him at Anais and smiled a little to himself. There was an innocent... He saddened then suddenly. Though he saved her... Did he save her from one evil only to be housed with the next? He felt self conscious the next, a tight feeling in his chest brewing. It was getting harder to breathe all of a sudden and though he looked calm, the colour seemed to leave his face.

He had to lead Anais from the dancefloor once the dancing and loud music started to get out of the crowd. Once at the bar a small gasping breath came from Alan as he stared at the bar. Looking calm but it was obvious something was wrong as he loosened his shirt, well... to Anais anyway. Maybe to William in some sense but it would stand out more to Anais. Then William came over and he looked at him for a moment, swallowing down his anxiety before smiling. ''It is nice to see you William. I didn't think you would come from behind the curtain like me my office.'' He looked at Anais as she was greeted quite warmly before she whispered into his pointed ear beneath snow white hair and he looked at Anais and bend his back and whispered back. ''It is quite alright. You will find intoxication makes people rather... uncaring to teeth. Most likely think it is the ones you can get in shops.'' He smirked at Anais before looking at William and tilted his head playfully before smiling and nodding. ''Sure, that would be lovely.'' He bowed his head respectfully. *Always count on William to get you out of the crowds... Thank you for that...* He smiled, rubbing the front of his throat for a moment before speaking. ''Lead the way then.'' He then followed as William got moving to the Balcony. He did love William's balcony, he often found himself here not only for business either. He quite enjoyed the man's company in all honesty and he would like to think the man liked his too.

He sat beside Anais at the table, looking at her he watched her. Seeing her craving eyes... He was not her master. Alesso is. But he would... attend to her needs, by hers only. He was about to ask her if she would like to go to the bathroom and he would like to help her find it. Which was more of a... question if she needed blood but in a discreet manner. But Robb appeared, sitting beside him and he looked at him. ''Evening, Robb. You look handsome as always.'' He smiled before raising a white brow. ''A mercenary? Interesting.'' He watched as the said Mercenary was led in and he looked at him and instantly recognized what he was. ''Hm.'' He looked at Anais as she gave him a look of uncertainty. He looked at William as he spoke and waited for him to finish before speaking to Anais but aloud and looked right at Carth as he spoke. ''I would not worry Anais. He is no mere man. He is a Homo Vampyrus Draco.''

He folded one leg over the other and looked at Carth with a charming smile. ''Good evening, sir.'' His smile then left as he spoke further. ''It is quite simply. He, himself must clean up his mess. No need to litter now I should think. And the gentlemen that hired you. I would like his number. To discuss compensation for my friend here. The rules here are quite clear and they apply to everyone. So do not think this is some effort to separate you from the rest. In my eyes, we are all equal. Perhaps this is a new way of treatment you are not used to but with fairness comes gain in the end.'' He smiled before looking to William for a moment before looking at the guards keeping Carth at his knees, smiling to them like he knew them before speaking to them. ''Jaron and Mathius. Do step away from the gentleman. Let him stand. If he tries to do anything which I am confident he will not I will allow you to have your hand on him again.''

The guards looked at Alan before stepping away. From Alan's voice, an African origin, it was clear he was not from here and therefore, customs were not the same but perhaps this was a good thing... ''Please stand up. What is your name? I am Alan Francis White. You may call me Mr. White or Alan. I am not particularly bothered. Now, I would actually like to hear why you would break the rules? For what reason was it so important to break obvious rules that ensure a truce and peace between all the vampiric races?''

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As he followed the ghoul, the mercenary noticed the sudden change of the atmosphere within the nightclub, the air contained a aspect of a frenzy within it as the smell of sweat, blood and other bodily odours grew thicker with each passing minute, something had riled the customers up something which Carth himself thought he'd rather be a part of than being stuck in the predicament he was now in. It didn't take long for them to reach their destination but no sooner as he made his way into the VIP room, he was forced to his knees by two of the guards that had accompanied him, "Prendre vos mains sur moi vous baiseur de porc!" He cussed in the language of his previous home land, his usually friendly demeanour gone at the insulting gesture of the two guards who were centuries younger than him as his one good eye tried to burn a hole into the two guards heads. "You brought blood to my doorstep. I would like answers and payment. I'll take your hand if you don't have a better bid. The only blood I allow in, on, or around this club is blood from a willing donor. Anything else comes at a hefty price."

On hearing the voice, his eye turned their attention towards the owner whom was none other than the ghouls master but unlike what the kneeling vampire was expecting he wasn't alone, two others were sitting next to him. One needed no introduction, even if he had never seen the extraordinary man before, his sources had told the Draco all about him and he himself had even done business with the other vampires subordinates. The second guest was someone he was not familiar with, a dainty young human who was just as easy on the eyes as Robb was but unlike the other ghoul, Carth could make out the slightly sour aroma of fear escaping from her; something which caused the vampire to relax a little at the thought of having someone in the room who possibly would not take pleasure in causing him pain. After having scanned the two guests enough he turned his attention to William, allowing a smile to his lips despite the situation. "If you do take my hand can you take the left one, the right is rather partial to me." He joked.

"I would not worry Anais. He is no mere man. He is a Homo Vampyrus Draco." The other man, Alan, spoke this time to his ghoul, to which Carth turned his friendly smile towards her, allowing his fangs to extend to their full length before retracting them shortly afterwards. After a few more words were exchanged from the giant of a vampire, some of which were addressed to the guards, he was allowed back into his feet much to his relief before being questioned by the politer of the two vampire. ''Please stand up. What is your name? I am Alan Francis White. You may call me Mr. White or Alan. I am not particularly bothered. Now, I would actually like to hear why you would break the rules? For what reason was it so important to break obvious rules that ensure a truce and peace between all the vampiric races?''

"Well I guess there's no avoiding it," He sighed out loud, his eye not leaving the two vampire as he did so, "My name is Carth Insidiatori and if you have never heard of me, I've obviously been doing my job right. As to why I broke the rules." He began, lifting the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a marking of the elder of the Dracos. "I'm afraid that one of my fellow Draco's had been disturbing the 'blood do ours'; mainly the humans and ghouls working under one of the companies owned by my master's son, to which I was given the task of putting down unless he brought suspicion to both the company and our world from the human authorities." He stated casually as he sat himself down on a rather lavish couch situated infront of them pulling out the last of his cigarettes and lighting it, giving the ghoul named Anais another smile as he did so. "So if you want some sort of compensation I would advice you to take it up with either, Petrov my current client and son of the already mentioned elder or to your local administer of the Perturbato elder." He took a drag on his cancer stick and exhaled slowly, attempting to savour the last of his packet as he waited for the two other vampires reply.

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William shifted in his seat and sat forward, annoyance etched on his smooth milk pale face, his deep pink eyes flashing. "The elders." He said, spitting the words like a curse. "Perhaps I ought to cut Petrov's hand instead, is that what you're suggesting?"

He could see the eyeless demon of his madness blurry and flickering before him hissing and whispering curses and vile profanities a lipless grin drawn across his skeletal features. He bent low over Carth's back stroking at his shoulders and digging bloodied nails across his skin. William trembled slightly gripping his cane, jaw clenched. He locked his eyes on Carth wishing nothing more than to behead him where he stood. Surely the demon was insisting upon it. He was chosen, and he broke the rules. The only price for blood is blood. "I don't think Petrov or his father would be thrilled to know that they are required to both pay you and pay my blood price for your fuck ups." He smirked. "Frankly I think a man should always carry out his own dirty work. It's a virtue, to hand out your own judgement. To cut off the hands that wrong you.....on your own." He fingered his cane and clicked the latch locking the sword inside of hit. An inch of the thin blade was revealed. He stood and walked over to Carth till he stood face to face with him. "Frankly I find that cutting off your hand would be easier."






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Robb placed a hand on William's shoulder and looked at him meaningfully. "Perhaps we ought to let him off on a warning....just this once. If Petrov finds you've mutilated his...."

"Dog?" William spat, staring at the nonexistent demon behind Carth. Robb sighed, he knew William better than anyone and could tell he was hallucinating again. It was effecting his judgement over the poor man. He gave Carth an apologetic smile.

"I'm just saying...last thing we need is to kindle a war over a mercenary. Like you said, this is neutral ground." Robb rubbed William's back. William shrugged away but seemed to see reason again. He sat back down and smoothed out his suit.

"I always require a blood price, how else is one supposed to manage a place like this. Vampires are dogs, viscous, ravenous dogs we feed and we fuck and we ravage and only ever listen to strength or age. A master who beheads his offenders is listened to. A master who gives second chances is taken advantage of. You know this, I know this, otherwise people like you wouldn't have a job." He pointed at Carth venomously. He snarled and waved his hand. "Get out of here, before I change my mind. Don't hunt here again!"

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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
Boundless || Aero Chord




Alan looked at the man now standing, puffing on his cigarette as William obviously lost his sense to reality and fiction. Making him look to him then were his eyes glared to before frowning in concern. However he was relaxed by Robb's intervention as William snapped at Carth, threatening him with a blade he had seen a few times himself. It quite simply would not stand for him for William to cast judgement when he was simply not fit for it. So as Robb calmed him and he sat and smoothed his suit out, holding onto his cane for comfort none the less. He stood up after William spoke, looking to him with his amberish hues as he showed just how giant like he was. But he stood with grace his voice calm, words elegant with a exotic tune to it from his African heritage. His dark tattoos along his cheek bone, on his temple and down his neck where the rest of the tattoos were hidden showed he had a wildness to him. A differing of stance and opinion here.

So he stood to better his dominance in the situation as would his own people, long since departed and disbanded would. His eyes looking first at William and Robb. His words respectful but held a bite to it despite his soothing voice. ''Yet the very dogs you permit to walk your halls are mine.'' He looked to the guards, Jaron and Mathius that had backed off from his word alone. ''Dogs they are not. Savagery comes from their master and I am not theirs at this moment. A higher voice they listen to but the savagery falls to you William.'' He turned to look at the man as he continued. ''And they have names. It would not surprise me that you did not know them until now. Such a disappointment that you don't treat them as people but dogs. No wonder they still listen to me without reason.'' He walked to the guards and clasped his clawed fingers around their throats, picking them up and walking to put them between him and Carth. They showed no fear, relaxed just as he picked them up and put them back down. ''These men do not fear me, yet they know who I am. Forget suits, fine dining and wealth. Power does not come from strength or age. It comes from sacrifice, leadership and equality. Where numbers are, they more strength there is.'' He frowned as he looked at William. ''Don't use my people like dogs. If you want one. Get one.'' He looked to the guards. ''As you were.'' They pair of them bowed before going back to their place behind Carth.

Alan then walked to Carth and put his hand out, a white gold tie bracelet with rose diamonds in it was in his hand. ''Take this as payment. A gift or pawn it. Which ever tickles your fancy.'' He looked at the cigarettes. ''I am sure you will find use for it.'' He looked back into Carth's singular eye. ''But I would like your contractor's contact details.'' He smiled most charmingly. ''If you want something done proper, you do it yourself no?''

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Anais watched as Alan spoke to the mercenary at their feet. She showed no emotion in her eyes, although deep down, a jumble of thoughts swirled in her mind. She was confused as to how the situation would play out, and was concerned for the welfare of the vampire in front of them. She hoped that not much blood was spilled, if any. "I'm not worried, Alan." She finally replied to his earlier speech. It was true, though. Anais was concerned, but the fear was quickly melting. Alan would not allow any harm to come to anyone here. "And I know he's not human." Her eyes flicked over to try and catch Alan's, but she quickly glanced back over at the mercenary, who grinned at her, exposing his fangs, at which she rolled her eyes. She could also tell that Alan was not his usual self - something was indeed bothering him, but she could not deduce exactly what.

Anais' head snapped up as she heard the mercenary curse in her home language. Confused, she let her surprise consume her for a second - she did not realize he spoke in her home language. Maybe she could aid Alan, if he was willing to talk to her in a language she was sure nobody else could understand. She quickly composed herself and tutted under her breath, muttering; "Votre mots... Ce n'est pas gentil de dire ça." She shook her head. However, she hoped he could understand her. It would probably mean he would be more open to her... She hoped.

She watched the man speak and stand, before smoking his cigarette. She wrinkled her nose a little, as she could smell the foul smoke. She had to hold a cough back. She had fire in her eyes as William suggested taking his hand anyway, and she sighed slightly. She noticed that he seemed to see something behind the Draco... She had to remind herself that he was a Perturbato, and he was probably hallucinating. She watched Robb as he moved to comfort his master, and thought to herself that she should do the same for Alan, when they were away from this mess.

She watched as he showed the Mad Rabbit that the guards were just dogs, and she felt intimidated by the almost tangible cold in his voice, even if it was soothing in tone. The meaning was cold, and she shot him a look, a reminder to keep his cool, if it were. She watched as Alan offered the bracelet, something that seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place it. She looked at the flower design, and the white and gold motif, and made a mental note to design a dress similar to it. It was a very exquisite bracelet.

Finally, she decided to speak up, hopefully to aid Alan again. She decided to use French again, seeing as she was sure that nobody else in their presence could understand. She looked him dead in the eye, and muttered; "Si vous voulez de dire avec moi, vous êtes les bienvenus." She tried to maintain eye contact, not wanting to break it first. Hopefully, if he wished to talk to Alan but not reveal it to anyone else, he could do it through her. She just needed to show him that he could trust her. That final decision was his, though. She just hoped it worked.

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Things had taken a turn for the worse but didn't they always when dealing with Perturbatos. Carth despite the assurance that even a vampire with an unhinged mind such as the kind in front of him would still abbide by those unwritten laws the elders generations before had created to make sure their servants were not disrupted with, was still under the threat of loosing his hand or possibly more. As the mad vampire advanced on him, a hidden blade raised; the mercenary found himself reaching into his jacket ready to pull out his firearm if push came to shove, he was faster than William and he was sure he was stronger too, something about the threatening vampire called out that he was younger than his target but he wouldn't be able to avoid injury in such small a place, at the very least he could make sure none of them would be debilitating or lethal without surrending his own capabilities to return the favour. In the midst of this thought and the madmans ramblings he picked out a voice.

"Votre mots... Ce n'est pas gentil de dire ça." It had come from the woman sat next to the giant of a vampire, it was in the language of his second homeland. Despite the gave situation he was in the contents of the sentence made him grin and chuckle despite his efforts to control himself. Lucky for him that the ever politically correct Robb was trying his best to control his master even going as far as giving the offender a smile of apology, something which Carth returned with another genuine smile back. As things were still not settling down it looked like it now turned to the elusive Alan to bring back the peace; the man had stood up to his full height, a rather intimidating display on its own accord, it would take more than Williams little pocket knife or my pea shooter to take him down, fanculo, it would take nothing short of an elephant gun, but this paled in comparison to his display of strength and power as he picked up both of the guards with little effort all the while he gave William a threat that seemed as a thistle disguised as a rose in its message.

When the man had finished he did something which had taken the one eyed vampire by surprise. 'Take this as payment. A gift or pawn it. Which ever tickles your fancy. I am sure you will find use for it.'' The massive vampire offered a rather beautiful piece of jewellery, which the mercenary took without much thought into it, giving the other man his most charming smile he could offer with what could pass of as a wink with his remaining eye. "Now why would I pawn such a beautiful gift like this, ey? When my masters award their dog with so many bones as payment for his century and a half work for them." He directed the last part to William eyeing him as he said it, the Mad Rabbit was the one himself who said that vampires only obeyed displays if strength and age two of which the giant had shown and what the mercenary had yet to do.

''But I would like your contractor's contact details. If you want something done proper, you do it yourself no?'' Alain carried on offering a smile that rivalled Carth's, the still sitting vampire was beginning to take to the elusive owner of the Ivory Tower, a place which he had never personally visited inside the building only the parking lots and back alleys when buying various firearms and other black market items. Still he began to shake his head at the standing man and was preparing to leave but the companion he had been, the woman who had caught his attention before locked her rather remarkable jade like eyes with his rather sickly corpse light orb. "Si vous voulez de dire avec moi, vous êtes les bienvenus." She spoke again in the language of the place he had once called home, something which brought an odd sense of home sickness, something which he had never felt before to him. "Vous savez, ça fait trop longtemps que je ai entendu quelqu'un parler la langue de ma deuxième maison si couramment et magnifiquement, d'accord, je vais vous donner sa carte," He replied, pulling out one of the many business cards Petrov had given to him and a pen, he proceeded to write down a series of numbers before he got up and walked over to the woman and handed it over, giving her another smile as he did so. "Aussi voici mon numéro personnel de téléphone si vous, ma douce fleur ou que plutôt impressionnante maîtrise de la vôtre a besoin de quelqu'un de mes talents."

With that said and done he made his way out of the VIP room, intending on making his way to the docks where he hopefully could still find his contractor, he gave a friendly wave to everyone including the man that had threatened to mutilate him. "Buonanotte a tutti, la notte ora svanisce e ho ancora del lavoro da fare quindi spero che tutti voi capire se mi faccio scarsa." He called out in his long now deceased father's native language, pulling out his cellphone as he did, attempting to call his current master but to no success. Feeling a little annoyed at both himself and Petrov he looked through his contacts and selected Petrovs heir, hoping that the rather brass vampire would be with his father and began to call him.

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They were dead, they were dead and it was all Kaito's fault! He was supposed to be standing watch, but had fallen asleep from the exhaustion of having pulled a 24 hour shift. The limo was overturned, laying on it's side with fire spilling out of the broken windows. Kaito had tried to pull the limo driver free from the wreckage to no avail and had sustained burns, cuts, and shards of glass embedding into his skin. Shiro and Petrov had not been in the vehicle, they were battling for their lives down below and as Kaito realized that the driver was already dead and turned to go assist his boss someone had hit him over the head and punched him in the stomach. With his head spinning Kaito fell to the ground and clutched his abdomen with scarred and bleeding hands, pain searing his body.

When his vision finally returned to normal Kaito saw that Shiro was struggling. He unsteadily rose to his feet and jumped down two crates to the ground level, unsheathing the knife he kept in his pockets for emergencies. Kaito fought his hardest, but they were overwhelmed and Petrov was the first to go down. The older vampire's body was mutilated to the point where it was nearly unrecognizable as him and his blood spilled into the murky water of the docks. Shiro was next, the pure white hair of his boss stained crimson and a bullet hole ripping clean through his skull. A silver bullet, a death sentence to vampires.

That was it, he was done for. They closed in around Kaito, laughing at the size of the knife he brandished. Some sort of terrible, animal like noise came from within Kaito as he fought for his life; blinded by fury and rage. One of them caught him in the back with a knife and then it was over; a whistle that sounded from their leader, calling the faithful dogs back. Kaito slid to the ground against a brown box, exhausted, confused, enraged, and saddened. His boss was dead, the father of his boss was dead and there was nowhere left for him in this world. He slid to the ground, resting his cheek against the concrete and closing his eyes; allowing the pain to wash over him. Tears pricked his amber orbs and his sobs broke the silence; mixing with the hollow sound of water lapping against the dock.

Petrov's phone began to ring and Kaito ignored it. He felt nothing for that man, in fact, Kaito was rather relieved that the old vampire was finally dead. He had been nothing but a nuisance and a bully to Shiro in the guise of acting as a faithful father who wanted nothing more then his heir to succeed. In truth he was a puppet master, pulling the strings of his favorite toy; making it jump over impossible hurdles to please him. It was Shiro's death that tore Kaito apart; he had been rather fond of his boss and even though Kaito knew he would never be as good of a Ghoul as his father, he believed he was filling in his shoes quite well; aside from the fact that Shiro refused to drink from him.

Petrov's phone finally ceased it's incessant ringing only for Shiro's to start up. Shakily Kaito rose to his feet and walked over to the body of his boss, fishing the phone out of the man's coat pocket. "You've reached Shiro's assistant Kaito, whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" He hobbled back over to the crate he had been leaning against, figuring that bleeding to death here, surrounded by the sound and smell of the ocean wouldn't be so bad.

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William watched as Carth left. "You two, stay here a moment." He said sharply towards the guards. They remained where they were. "Are you displeased with the way that I treat you and your brethren?" He asked, flexing his hand around his cane. "Do I hit you when you fail me, and feed you scraps from my table set you in a little house on the corner, chained to a tree?"

The men looked at each other then to William, a little confused. "No sir..."

"Would you like to go back to your....CLEARLY superior master; Alan?" William asked, his voice raising slightly, dripping with his sour mood. "Or are you content with being a part of my family?"

They looked at Alan then back at William but said nothing, for fear of speaking wrong and sparking more tension between the two vampires.

"If money is what makes strength you would be the strongest of us Alan. I don't deny that, nor do I claim that to be the case. These men stay in my care because they want to. If they disliked the way I treated them they are free to find some other more capable employer and I wouldn't think less of them. They are more than dogs to me, they protect me and my ghouls and my customers. They do NOT perform my executions. I do not ask them to do my hunting. Only protection and security. These men are my strength, and not all of them come from your nest. I'd be a fool to cover my baskets in your cloth alone. So go on, flex your strength if it makes you feel better, Alan. Do so again to embarrass me in my own home and I will sever our connections and perhaps be better off for it. The last thing I need is a partner who doubts me.