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William Ridley

"You harm my ghouls and I will take your head as payment."

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

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General information

Nickname:
Occasionally his workers refer to him as the "White Rabbit" But no one outside of the club does this unless his identity needs to be hidden.

Age:
Apparent: 30
Actual: 174

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Unspecified, most assume gay due to his closeness to his first Ghoul.

Vampire/Human type: Perturbato


Appearance

Height: 6ft 4

Weight: 120lb

Eye colour: pale blue turned an odd pinkish red when on the thirst
Hair colour: Jet black dyed with streaks of purple and hot pink

General Description:
William appears to be a rather average man in height and build. Thin but not particularly muscular. He has a limp to his walk due to a bad leg and uses a black cane with a polished silver handle on it the shape of a perfect sphere shining and reflective like a mirror. He likes to claim it's completely silver but really its silver poured over another metal. Solid silver is beyond even his pocket. He's always worn fine clothing brilliantly colored with pinks and purples and blacks as well as shocking bright greens. He likes the bright colors. William's always wearing an assortment of rings and is often seen with a thin red pipe with a small polished black basin bit on the end with which he enjoys an odd herb the smoke of which smells of cinnamon and other strange spices.







Mentality

Personality:
Wilson is a kind man despite the front he puts on in front of other vampires. He keeps a cold calculative attitude in order to keep the respect he’s cultivated among them as a stern, strong vampire with a lot of influence in the darker pits of Las Vegas. He has an authoritative nature, assertive with no hesitation to flip to force if need be and all those who work under him know it. He is not incredibly violent however, not unless he has to be or is driven to be by his unpredictable mood swings and psychological state.

Psychology:
Will is a victim of an unstable mind and is subject to frequent psychological episodes and breaks depending on his level of thirst. The stronger his thirst the more violent the episodes ranging from schizophrenic hallucinations to violent outbursts and horrific self harm.

Likes:
  • Rich teas and coffees
  • Literature
  • Classical music
  • Fine champagnes, wines, and spirits
  • Fresh blood type AB- especially so
  • His precious ghouls

Dislikes:
  • Unnecessary violence
  • Nosferatu
  • Hunters, especially the senseless ruthless sort
  • The thirst
  • Showing weakness








History
William was born on an especially cold night on December 19th, 1840. He was raised in a small town in northern Britain to a somewhat poor family with not much but an old hat shop to their name and a small one-bedroom apartment. William had always been a good boy, smart, resourceful and charming in his own way. He thought of all kinds of ways to get customers to walk in from painting signs to choreographing a one-boy show out front to entertain them. He loved his little family and did all he could to help keep food on their table. Regardless it would seem as years go on and his father got older that his efforts would become more and more in vain. They didn’t know it at the time, but his father would soon gain a chest cold that wasn’t a cold at all. Cancer of the lungs would gradually eat away at his health. His time was numbered and for all their hopes William wasn’t likely to be able to pursue higher knowledge. He began to spend more and more of his time in the shop as his father tired and became racked with violent coughs and wheezing.

It would be at the end of his 21st year before any hope of true improvement came to him when a strange man came to town. He didn’t appear to have anything more than a cart of odd trinkets and an old spotted draft horse to his name. He was Irish and had the queerest of smiles with canines that seemed narrow and pointed and hair of the reddest hue William had ever seen. He walked with a narrow black cane topped with a silver sphere as polished and shining as any mirror and clothes of odd vibrant colors you didn’t often see out there in the English countryside. His demeanor was that of the happiest richest man. Homeless children seemed to take to him as he always brought a pot a broth for them to eat and a coin to warm their pockets. He stopped by the Ridley’s store for a fine bowler cap to warm his ears.

The queer man’s name was Quinn Amos Finley and after a curious yet intriguing conversation with William gave him an equally curious offer. “For a price I can make sure you get the coin you need to improve your life and help your father. For a price…I can teach you all you need to know to conquer the world and it’s endless opportunity.”

What Quinn gave him was a bite that would change William’s life from then on out. William slept on that night plagued with nightmares worthy of hell. Blood was everywhere the smell of it rich in his nose sickly and metallic, the taste of it rich on his tongue. Shapes formed in the pools and eddies, threatening to rise from the ripples like sludge monsters distorted and screaming. Dark shapes whispered in the crimson horizon flickering just out of vision the leader a tall devilish man with sharp cruel green eyes and a cane that held the light of the sun in it’s handle.

The next morning the sun seared into his eyes like flaming knives waking him in his cold sweat, the world rippling around him as if he stared through a fish tank. He could have sworn he still heard the shadows whispering at him even as he rose to help his father with the shop.

Over the next few weeks William found he had energy by the gallons as he worked the shop. He could do three times the chores he usually did and managed to sell five times the hats and by the end of the week had somehow managed to convince a newsman to publish an ad for the shop in the papers. It was the beginning of a new ray of hope for William and the Irishman seem to have vanished. His nightmares grew worse however, whispers lingered at the edge of his hearing in the silence even the bloodied shapes of figures darting across the edge of his vision. William began to thirst though no amount of wine or water quenched him. It began to effect his work, distracting him from his tasks and waking him at night. The nightmares grew to be too much for him as well so he stopped sleeping altogether. All the while his father grew sicker and sicker and began to cough up blood before long. William had gone to check on a night his father too ill to work that day. A bloodied handkerchief had been crumpled in his father’s hand the smell caused his head to swim and his mouth to water.

This triggered William’s first drastic psychotic break as he began to experience auditory and visual hallucinations. Spiders scuttled up the walls and a corpse whispered in his ear to slaughter him. Kill him. Paint the walls in red. William did. He slaughtered his father, thrusting a knife into his throat and drinking the blood as it sprayed like a red fountain drenching him and the sheets and the old man. His mother died shortly after as in William’s red haze he hunted her down as well in the same fashion.

William gained his fangs soon after and acquired his deep rose-red colored eyes. The Irishman came that night to take him away and teach him the ways of the vampire.

A century later and William had created a place for himself in the United States. His first attempt at using his species’ prowess at manipulation got him neck deep in the human mafia on the east coast. It would have gone well if the mafia weren’t being controlled themselves by a nest of Draco types. He was able to blend in for a time but it ended up falling apart terribly. The Irishman got himself decapitate in the incident and William nearly lost a leg. It was thanks to a young human guard taking pity on him that he even survived. Instead of dumping him into the harbor the boy took him out of the city and nursed him to health with his own blood. The boy became William’s very first Ghoul before long and the two escaped far west to Las Vegas to start over without the help of any mobs.

Now he owns a humble nightclub called the White Smile. The logo being the broad grin of a Cheshire cat with two long pointed fangs. The inside holds a crisp modern look with white lights on the floors and blue and purple lighting along the walls and behind the bar. Beneath it, labeled for VIPs only is the vampire feeding club open for all types of vampires as long as they keep a civil attitude and vow not to kill any of the ghouls he keeps working there. Those who break this rule are brought to his office and are never heard from again. Many rumors state he takes their heads and leaves the bodies out in the Nevada desert to rot but keeps the head to remove the skin and tissue and brain and encase the scull in silver to keep it as a decoration. Some even say he dips the live vampire's head in molten silver then cuts it off to keep it as an ornament but neither has been confirmed nor denied. Rule breakers don't have the privilege of leaving however and one can only assume he kills them somehow.


Family/Associates:

Family:
Mother- Ava Ridley (Deceased)
Father – Thomas Ricard Ridley (Deceased)

Associates:
Alan F White- Business associate
"Little Cat" Robb- Head Ghoul

So begins...

William Ridley'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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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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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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''Dreaming in white, splatter in red, blue faced terror I bid you goodnight.''
Valkyrie II: Lucuna || Varien





He smiled as the young girl in question that he wanted Alan to take out was at the Grand cherry oak polished piano. Such a lovely sight to see her in bright clothing, so vibrant and alive. Void like hair running down her back, like a silent hymn to remind everyone that though the star shined, darkness was there, but even that was like a siren's call. He could imagine her when she was older to have men at her feet. What a lovely sight that would be. Of course, himself and Alan would be the only men she would look up to, just as he liked it. He smiled, showing a bit of his sharp teeth, his pinky red hues bright and slightly pointed ears twitched to the notes played. But then they abruptly stopped.

He blinked, looking at Anais as she turned, her hearing was getting so much better with training... He smiled at her as she spoke, greeting him then instantly apologizing for disturbance that was none-existent. He made a small sound of entertainment before slowly putting his hand out and running his two fingers along the wooden piano, watching them before pressing a few keys. He stood taller than almost any man and Alan was even taller. He looked down at her with his reptilian hues, smiling continuously, his voice quiet and clear. ''You play this number almost everyday... A memorial of someone perhaps? How sweet. No doubt a female's influence otherwise your fingers would play the piano with so much pressure and rustic behaviours of a man's gentle touch, which still holds firm on a woman's hip. Such soft hands... Definitely a woman's touch was here. No doubt your mother's. May she rest easy and smile on her daughter to this day.''

He smiled to Anais slowly, turning to her and crouching down to her level, running a clawed hand with elongated fingers through her void like locks. ''No worries, Anais. We were just getting up. Alan is moody as usual with our.. nightly duties. He was terribly sick. I have told him to take you to the The White Smile. Perhaps a bit of outside time will be good for you, and him. He needs to socialize more. I am sure you can... keep him calm.'' He smirked some before making a happy sound. ''My devil in disguise~'' He chuckled before standing, sighing. ''I must attend to the hotel, much to do, much to do.'' He began to walk away, talking to himself, to create the checklist like he always did.

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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.''
Turn Around || Grabbitz





After he was settled into his attire, spraying some aftershave, he sighed as he looked in the mirror. Looking at the dark tattoos on his face down his temple area, even on his neck and ear. It was detailed, almost telling a story of his life... It was a part of him that held pain and achievement both. How he hated and loved it all at the same time. He brushed his hair of snow white locks, tightened his braids before making his bed and fluffing the pillows. Once he was happy with it he tried his hair with the blow dryer then headed out of his room, closing his door gently behind him. He was full of sighs today, rubbing sleep from his eyes and holding the bridge of his nose, shaking off some remaining part of his headache then he walked over to Anais.

One hand in a pocket, he smiled as he approached the pair and looked down at the young woman before her, so nicely dressed in her own creations. It was often that he would sit, watching her for hours with some wine as she created her clothing while he looked at his business stats. Often including her to get her eyes on it and to make sure she understood some things. He even thought that once she felt more confident, she could open her own shop with the many dresses she had created. She was very talented. ''Hello Anais, did you sleep well?'' He looked to one side before sighing lightly and smiling again. ''Perhaps we should go out tonight. Give you a chance to wear some of your night out clothing? How does the The White Smile sound? A few drinks and some dancing perhaps would be nice for a lady like you no?'' He smiled with a small chuckle to himself, nervous already at the thought of being surrounded by unknowns. But at least he would know two individuals... And they owned The White Smile. Nice connections to have no?

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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.''
Turn Around || Grabbitz





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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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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''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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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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''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 was rather surprised that Anais hopped off the stool. Watching her as he slid off his own stool and stood up at his full height that certainly made heads turn and eyes wander over his form like he was a rack of meat to hungry animals, drunk animals that is. But there was no doubt that there were even sober individuals looking. Alan, despite his quiet personality in the way of crowds was certainly something exotic, different and handsome. And if you wanted a tall partner, he definitely fit the bill.

He blinked as his hand was grasped by a daintier one, Anais's. The next he was pulled onto the dancefloor, instantly nervous but the drink certainly helped. He swayed to the beat, it was one of his favourite songs. The helped too and not to long in the future of the night he too was smiling and jumping up and down on the dancefloor, laughing as Anais laughed. He was aware of the eyes though... He couldn't help but be wary of people but her presence calmed him to have some fun. He kept her close though both because she calmed him and because the eyes over them... Drunk people were rude, they would steal a dance if they got a chance. He would not allow that. Not. At. All.

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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.''
Boundless || Aero Chord





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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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.

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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 frowned at William's words but waited for him to seize his words before he slowly stood up to his full height then sighs long and hard, closing his eyes as he did so to release some of his pent up anger that nipped at him ever so irritably. Once he stopped and opened his eyes, harshness normally present had resided as he put one of his clawed hands onto one of his surprisingly curvy hips and he tilted his head and spoke softly. ''You certainly know where to take a jab to make it sting longer. Don't you William? Hm.'' He cleared his throat, looking to the side and for a brief moment his lip quivered before he looked back and his hard face returned. ''Embarrassment was not my intention to make you feel I would strive to do to you. None the less, I am very sorry.''

His eyes for a moment softened then he looked away and hardened again as he looked at William again. ''If they are not dogs to you, I would like it that you do not call them that.. That is all. And your readiness to sever hands from arms was especially strong today... I simply wanted to end the transaction without bloodshed. It is as simple as that William.'' He then looked to Anais for her to get up, ready to leave then and there but his emotions got the better of him and he looked at William, his voice a bit broken, frowning like he were angry but his voice sounded more hurt. ''And to say I function on money alone is very insulting, considering I came here with none, as you know.'' He then growled. ''You infuriate me.'' He then continued. ''Of course I trust you, I was not doubting you, I just wanted no bloodshed!''

He gritted his teeth, his eyes a bit more watery. ''You infuriate me.'' He looked at Anais and in his emotion driven moment he went to her and though it looked rough, he simply took her hand and pulled her up to her feet quickly and started to pull her with him. ''Good evening!'' He screamed back to William and stormed out of the club while pulling Anais with him and once they were outside he took his phone out to get a car. Fifteen minutes later once it arrived he waited for Anais to get in before he did and they began to drive home. He looked out of the car window and wiped a tear away while clearing his throat to cover it up in some way, perhaps to cover the small sob.






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''Come to drink,
Come to bet,
Come to help,
Come and have a good time.''
Alan F White & Alesso Von Burgentine.




With a new day that came with his alarms going off in his room which he barely heard from.. Alan's room again... He and the man were up drinking and he had to walk the man to the bathroom then his bed, he was practically disabled at the legs when he was drunk, noodles for legs. He took advantage, like he often would and he stayed in the man's bed with him again and used him as a teddy bear which was rather odd considering Alan was the living giant. He lifted his head from Alan's chest with a small high pitched groan and yawn that showed the rows of shark like teeth and he smacked his lips tiredly before looking at Alan and then to his finger and he licked it then popped it into Alan's ear and shouted. ''Wet willy!'' Before Alan sat up screaming then looked at Alesso with the biggest death glare while Alesso laughed his ass off. Then Alan scrambled after him bare arsed as he giggled around the room, jumping over the bed and tackling Alesso and biting his shoulder which made Alesso groan and tug on his white locks and casually spoke to the man.

''You should get in the shower, you smell like alcohol.'' He grinned before Alan released his four toothed bite from the man's shoulder, leaving the print on him and quickly got into the bathroom. Alesso sniggered before rolling onto his feet and running a hand through his red hair then rubbed his shoulder and went to his bedroom and put his alarms off then danced on the spot. ''Time for some fun~'' He then danced into his on-suite bathroom of his and while Alan was out and getting ready for the annual event in about an hour getting his coffee and toast ready and sitting in the living room with a newspaper and the news on on the TV. Alesso took longer, taking two and a half hours in the bathroom showering then drying his hair and putting some light make up on like foundation, mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow in the colour theme of the ball room being pink, blue, purple and teal with silver. His attire was also like so while Alan wore a white suit with a purple, teal and silver tie, he was a simple man. While Alesso has his waist coat lace patterned with silver, purple and blue tones, his tie being teal, trousers black along with his shoes.

When he came out he got his coffee from Alan as he made it just in time as well as his porridge which was sweet like he loved it and he shovelled it down before washing all the dishes up with Alan and he looked at him. ''I am sure William will be over it. Just apologize and I am sure he will be sweet again.'' He dried his hands as Alan did, smiling to him before taking his clip board and pen. ''Time to get the catering sorted for 7:40pm tonight.'' He looked at his silver watch. ''Which is in two hours, perfect timing. I am so excited. Futuristic theme~ With neon lighting and greatly dressed cloth dancers, think fifth element with that white suit? Just in silver. Because silver is shiny and I looove shiny~'' He giggled which made Alan smile in amusement before he spoke. ''Yes, I can picture it. I love the glass tables and betting tables. The neon lit up dancefloor is going to look so perfect with the large crystal glowing tree and chandelier light too. As for William.. Yes, I hope so. I will get Anais up and ready then come and help you Alesso.'' He smiled before blinking as the man hugged him, he patted his back before watching he dance to the elevator and get to work. That was when Alan walked to Anais' door and knocked on it before speaking. ''Anais? Are you up? We have two hours to get you ready for tonight's charity ball.''

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Anais couldn't help but smile at the henchman who chuckled at her little quip at his swearing. A smile flickered across her lips, but faded rather quickly as William and Alan quarreled. She couldn't help but sigh a little. She had hoped that her giant companion wouldn't get into any trouble, but it looked like that wasn't going to go to plan.

She sat back and decided not to speak once again, watching as the older vampires fight a little more, but the mercenary spoke again to her in her first language. Another smile flitted across her lips, and remained there as she took the card from him lightly and scanned the card quickly, before folding her fingers over it so that nobody else could see it. "Merci beaucoup." She whispered, not quite sure of what to make of the compliments. It had been a while since somebody had complimented her in French. Her mother used to call her 'Mon petit amour", which meant "My little love" in English. She smiled a little bigger at the thought, before sighing slightly. Alan and William were still arguing. She gave a look to his ghoul, something that almost seemed to say; "They never change" and sighed through her nose. She unfolded her fingers again, studying the business card carefully, noting the number scribbled at the bottom. She'd have to hide that from Alesso. She didn't think he'd appreciate it too much.

She watched as Alan bid farewell to William, and Anais was glad that he managed to keep his cool. However, she was wrong. Her heart skipped a beat as Alan turned, a cold, angry look on his face. She cringed slightly, wondering whether she should speak and attempt to calm him. She opened her mouth to speak, but Alan's growls cut her off. He'd never hear her. Instead, she remained still on the seat, and just hoped that it wouldn't end in the bloodshed that Alan was trying to prevent. After his shouting, he took her hand rather gently, although it looked rough and angry, and pulled her to her feet. If she hadn't been expecting it, she would have stumbled, but instead she managed to catch herself so she didn't fall. She headed down the stairs after Alan, having to almost run to keep up with his long stride, and was utterly exhausted by the time they reached the car park. 15 minutes later and she had clambered into the car, Alan following her, and trying to ignore the tears that fell from his cheeks. In a last attempt to comfort him, Anais reached a hand across the seat to him, and held his cold hand in utter silence. She had no idea what to say, but she held his hand as a form of comfort. The silence of the car soon lulled Anais into a cool, light sleep.



A sharp rapping at the door of her room awoke Anais with a fright. The very last rays of the sun were soon to disappear over the horizon, and Anais realized with a start what day it was. "Ahh crap!" She yelled in a very unladylike fashion, flinging the covers back and stumbling into her own ensuite bathroom. She could hear the bustle of people downstairs, setting up for the evening. She turned on the shower and quickly washed, using vanilla and argan oil scents. She found her dress, a long pink thing with silver accents and patterns, which wasn't exactly futuristic but the silver reflected light in a strange way so it threw patterns all over the surfaces it touched. She twirled around the mirror, and applied a quick eyeshadow complying of silver, pink, and black smoky eyes and thick eyeliner. She added mascara and nodded slightly to herself as she admired the outcome. She combed her hair until it was straight and unknotted, before she realized that she hadn't given the staff that were supposed to be serving the guests at the ball their [url=http://www.childrensspecialoccasionwear.co.uk/ekmps/shops/beck0891/images/baby-boys-silver-swirl-black-4-piece-pageboy-wedding-waistcoat-suit-[2]-6785-p.jpg]waistcoats[/url], hand embroidered by herself, (which had taken weeks and a whole week's worth of sleep to do) and she hadn't even thought about it. Muttering under her breath, she scooped the waistcoats up in her arms and flung open the door, picking up her skirts in her spare hand as she hurried down to them. A few minutes later she appeared in the living room, breathing heavily with exhaustion. "So." She began, smiling and smoothing her black hair. "What's there to do before the guests arrive?"

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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 backed away from the door in surprise and a perhaps fright with the sudden loud and harsh unladylike words from Anais from the other side of the white painted oak bedroom door. He cleared his throat and got closer to it again, speaking up while his sensitive pointed ears twitched to the sound of Anais running around to get ready. ''You.. don't need to rush too much Anais.'' He then smiled to himself before walking into the living room and turning on the TV to a music station and he sat down, leg crossed over another and he moved his foot to the tune and lipping the words without actually singing. He was in the privacy of his home and he was much more able to be more himself but at times one would find him tense even in his own home. It was these rare moments that he looked actually human rather than some stone cold diplomat. But even they were human... Behind his status, fame and coin he was rather reclusive and prone to the spurts of anxiety and night terrors. There seemed to always be a sadness around him, even as he enjoyed the small number on the TV.

He certainly was not the oldest vampire but he seemed to deem sacrifice as a personal and needy friend. Much he had lost and given up to fit into the world of materialistic wonders and in some retrospects he was losing the willpower to continue in it but everyone had bad days. Unfortunately for him, it was today, of all days.. So impractical. At that moment he sighed to himself, turning the TV off just as Anais came out from her room, rather frazzled for a moment before settling and wondering what to do with... Alan at that moment as she sat down in the living room looked at his watch. An hour until the doors were opening and people would already be queuing outside.

He pulled his sleeve back down then slowly looked at the young lady. He looked at the ball dress and smiled at it, especially with the silver patterns, Alesso would most likely be staring at it for long moments throughout the night... He always was mesmerized by shiny things and was quite the kleptomaniac around them also. Luckily stealing from your own ball was not illegal, just strange to witness but guesses were, Alan would be watching the man lest he escape the ball with his pockets full of ball lovers' jewels. He certainly still couldn't forget their first ball, staring between Alesso and his new jewels spread along one of the tables and actually having to fight the man to give them back. One of his scars on his back were from that night, such joy. He chuckled to himself before looking to Anais' eyes, noting the delicate and lovely eye make up before speaking, his relaxed appearance seeming to tighten and be ripped away, replaced with the familiar sense of locked out emotional connection apart from the occasional appearance of twitches from his nervousness in his clawed fingers that most didn't notice unless they really looked behind his handsome face and giant like height that intimidated most people. ''You look lovely, Anais. Not that I expected anything less of you.''

He sat up straight then as he continued. ''We have an hour, we could go and help Alesso with any remaining work. But we don't have to.. well, you don't.'' He smiled for a moment before getting up and looking down on Anais which normal considering his unbelieveable height. ''But I must, after all, I am also a host to this annual event.'' He then looked to the elevator, clearing his throat for a moment to try and banish some fear from his tense form before he walked to it and called it. ''Come or don't. Either way, I want you to enjoy yourself, Anais. You deserve it.'' He then got into the elevator as the doors opened and pressed the button to go down.

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Character Portrait: William Ridley 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: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine
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Enoch had not returned to their flat in days. He had gone out to take care of some business two nights before the ball and with each passing day Neptune grew more and more worried. At first she had planned to wait in the apartment like he had instructed, Enoch had promised he would be back but now Neptune was beginning to doubt. Panic flooded her mind and she wondered if he was abandoning her, just like every other good person that had ever come into her life. Had she done something wrong? Was she not a good ghoul? Neptune had done everything Enoch had ever asked of her. Except two days ago when he had picked out two different shoes.... She had refused to go get the matching one because she was manning the stove to make pancakes.

But he wouldn't have left over something as silly as that... Would he?

Neptune suddenly decided that she had waited long enough, she slammed her tea cup down on the table and went up to her bedroom to change into something more suitable for traveling. She was just taking her dress off when the window exploded and glass shattered across the room; scratching her body with tiny cuts. The ghoul looked around for something to defend herself with when she remembered the silver knife under her pillow and ran for it just as someone burst in through the broken window. She pulled the knife out and held it in front of her, legs shaking as he smirked and drew a gun from his waist holster.

"You think that little knife will hurt me?" He taunted, waving around his gun and turning the safety off. "Yes." Neptune replied simply, glad that she sounded a lot more confident then she felt. Another came in through the window and whacked his partner across the back of the head. "Our orders aren't to kill it, we need the kid alive so her master will come for her."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Neptune spat, "I live alone." The two looked at her, clearly confused. They glanced back and forth between each other and the girl standing in her underwear, brandishing a knife; then burst out laughing. "I nearly fell for that," the older of the two said and stepped forward, "now come quietly and you won't get hurt." Neptune gripped the knife harder and lunged, dodging his first bullet. She plunged the knife into the first gun wielder's arm, making him drop his weapon. He screamed, cursing her out and wrestling her to the floor. She stabbed him again in the leg this time and he grappled the knife from her grip, holding it up against Neptune's throat. She kicked him between the legs, causing him to fall to the side. He moved the knife from her neck and sliced her cheek as he rolled off of her. Neptune kicked him the rest of the way off and ran for the door, his partner leveling his gun and shooting her in the leg causing Neptune to fall and a scream to erupt from her lungs.

The one Neptune had kicked in the groin stood and motioned for his partner. Neptune attempted to army crawl towards the stairs but pain shot through her body whenever she moved. They grabbed the girl and dragged her back into the room, slamming the door shut and gagging her before exiting the apartment through their preferred method; the window. Once on the ground level they tied up Neptune's arms, not bothering with her legs since they figured the bullet wound would prevent her from going anywhere.

They stuffed Neptune into the trunk of an awaiting silver car and began to drive. Neptune struggled and let out a muffled scream, sliding around as the car drove. Minutes passed, then hours in maddening silence; the only noise was that of the road under her. Finally the car stopped and her captors popped the trunk open. They were at a gas station on a back road. Neptune knew this rest stop, they weren't far from one of Enoch's vampire friends. The one Neptune had stabbed in the hand undid the gag from her mouth and offered her a bottle of water; she chugged it thirstily, not caring about the liquid that spilled onto her body. "I have to pee," Neptune said when she finished and he looked at his partner nervously. The man simply nodded his head and he pulled Neptune out of the trunk, holding her arm tightly and leading her to the bathroom inside.

No one blinked an eye at the nearly naked girl being dragged to the restroom, in fact they acted as though this were a daily occurrence. "Go quickly," he said and undid the ropes on her hands, standing by the bathroom door to ensure she couldn't get away. Neptune went inside and to her delight there was a window. She limped to the far end of the restroom and shimmied the old screen up; wondering if she would fit. She had gotten about halfway through, but the window was small and Neptune scrapped and scratched herself as she clawed her way out and fell on her butt on the other side of the gas station. She broke into a run in the direction of the vampire Alan White's house, knowing there was a ball tonight and that he would not be pleased if she showed up in her sorry condition without her master, but Enoch had told Neptune that if anything ever happened to him to go to Alan right away.

Night had fallen by the time she reached White's property, her body sore and her bullet wound throbbing. It was dangerous showing up to a party full of vampires with open wounds, but at this point it was a risk Neptune was willing to take. She knocked on the door, crossing her arms self consciously as a butler opened it and looked the girl up and down. "I think you have the wrong address," he said distastefully and began to close it, but Neptune stuck her foot out to prevent him from doing so. "I have to speak to Alan White, it's about my master. He's gone missing."