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Blood of the Covenant

Blood of the Covenant

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Vampires have survived for years by controlling human trafficking rings in exclusive, underground clubs. However, as humans grow aware of the issue, tensions begin to build. As allies turn on each other, can mere blood ties prevail?

6,423 readers have visited Blood of the Covenant since Scarlet Loup created it.

Introduction

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The archetype of the vampire appears in nearly every country and culture. With their pale skin and thirst for blood, one would think they stick out like sore thumbs, yet they hide in plain sight. The race of vampires began alongside the human race. Of course, neither race knows exactly when or why they became separate races, but there are many things that man does not understand. As men followed their prey, so too did vampires. As kingdoms grew and humans clumped together, vampires found it easy to pick off one or two without a concern for their safety. They found that the best place to take cover was in plain sight. So they did. The pale flesh which traditionally signified a noble who did not have to work also signified a vampire who could not be happier. The world was their buffet and they thrived.

As humans spread through Europe, so too did vampires. When they traveled to America, vampires followed in suit. Many built their homes in the South where they could own and consume humans without it being questioned by authorities. When that ended, many were forced to migrate back to Europe. Time went on. Vampires made do as they had for centuries before. Innocent humans were jumped and their blood was stolen before they could react. Vampires retreated to the over-crowded cities to where the crime rate soared. As modern day approached, the law grew tighter. Still, it was not too hard to find a random victim...until vampires began to drop like flies.

The issue of blood-related disease had always threatened vampires, but it increased with the discovery of AIDS in 1981 and the sharp increase in industrial production. Unhealthy blood, it seemed, had almost the same effect on vampires as food poisoning in humans. It was, however, much more potent. Soon, it became more and more difficult to find completely healthy humans. Instead, vampires decided to return to more simpler times and turned to human trafficking as the answer. With the amount of jobless individuals, it wasn't too difficult to find healthy individuals who were willing to sacrifice their freedom for a few years to supply some vampires with blood. In worst case scenarios, it was always easy to bribe a doctor to hand over some donated plasma.

Our story begins in Detroit, Michigan. Years have passed peacefully, but they have also passed slowly. To help hide the presence of the underground trades, exclusive, vampire-only clubs have begun to appear across the world. Detroit just so happens to have one named "Blood Bath," and it's being run by the local Coven. Unfortunately, this may also generate some unwanted attention, for humans have a tendency to poke their noses in things they shouldn't. As tensions rise and loyalties crumble, will the blood ties holding the Coven together also fail?




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** Any numbered occupation may have as many characters with that occupation as needed **

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Caius Dubois || 2114 || Doyen || Musician/Owner of Club || Brooding, conservative, dramatic, virtuosic || FC: Tom Hiddleston || TAKEN: Scarlet Loup

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Alastair Devlin || 172 || Regent || [Occupation Within Club] || Cocky, naive, pigheaded, manipulative|| FC: Colin Farrell || TAKEN: AthaNielsen

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Leotychides || 2,442 || Prelate (Head Liason Specialist) || Security || loyal, leery, selfish, eloquent, aggressive || FC: Jensen Ackles || TAKEN: Little Fox

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Artemus Marinos || 1,572 || Prelate (Head Sentry) || Head of Security || Ploite, quiet, shirt-fused || FC: Kellan Lutz || TAKEN: veve

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Castiel Novak || 73 || Sentry #1 || DJ || Sarcastic, sympathetic, kind, intelligent || FC: Misha Collins || TAKEN: InakoUchiha

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Jayne Adler || 149 || Sentry #2 || Bartender || Reserved, cynical, manipulative, observant || FC: Jessica De Gouw || TAKEN: StitchSaysHi

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James Alexander Fortier || 67 || Liason Specialist #1 || Bartender || Loyal, Flirty, Kind, Often Mellow || FC: Michael Ealy || TAKEN: veve

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Satt Óg Samlyndi || 1,218 || Liason Specialist #2 and Assassin || Dancer, musician, hitwoman || Elegant, vindictive, primal, selfish, neutral] || FC: Julianne Hough || TAKEN: Little Fox

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Aphrodite Black || 20 || Fledgling #1 || Musician and Bartender || Sarcastic, kind to those she loves, charming, smart || FC: Barbara Palvin || TAKEN: Arrow-

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Sara Blackmoore || 26 || Flesgling #2 || Entertainer (musician, burlesque dancer) || Sexual, teasing, indulgent || FC: Dita Von Teese || TAKEN: Mrs. Sara Banner

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Charlotte Kingsley || 19 || Fledgling #3 || Musician || Quiet, reliable, cynical, easily manipulated || FC: Freya Mavor || TAKEN: BleedingLover




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** Officers will not initially be introduced into the roleplay, so it is suggested that you do not claim just an officer unless, of course, you want to. Any numbered position may have more players if needed.**

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Scotty Dombrovski || 32 || Officer #1 || Soft-spoken, subtle, curious, maladroit || FC: Hugh Dancy || TAKEN: Scarlet Loup

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Claudia Vala Sun || 27 || Officer #2 || Helpful, cold, fickle, impulsive || FC: Claudia Black || TAKEN: Lvdwilt2000

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Annelise Nielsen || 23 || Blood Slave #1 || Loyal, insecure, fragile, hateful || FC: Kristen Stewart || TAKEN: AthaNielsen

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Ada Marshall || 30 || Blood Slave #2 || Head-strong, crude, aggressive, comedic || FC: Scarlett Johansson || TAKEN: CortezHorse

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Harrison Theodore Todd || 18 || Blood Slave #3 || Quiet, contemplative, spiritual, understanding || FC: Samuel Larsen || TAKEN: GoriexGorie

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Cheveyo Whitefeather || 28 || Blood Slave #4 || Sweet, gullible, possessive, slow || FC: Jason Momoa || TAKEN: Little Fox

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Leandra Annibelle Gates || 22 || Unsuspecting Human || Trusting, optimistic, dedicated, powerful || FC: Kerli Koiv || TAKEN: GoriexGorie





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1. Please respect the feelings and thoughts of all roleplayers in this thread. We are all here for the same reasons and we all deserve to be treated in a kind, courteous manner. Any fights outside of the roleplay must be taken outside of the roleplay. Please do not rope any third-parties into arguments. OOC is for courteous conversation and suggestion, not bullying nor fighting.

2. Godmodding, bunnying, and metagaming are strictly prohibited. Godmodding is defined as cheating the system so your character is virtually invincible. This is similar to the term "mary-sue" or "gary-sue" in a way. Godmodding usually involves a character leaving a battle unscathed. This also includes unapproved hits and/or kills. Bunnying is the use of another character, who is neither your own nor an NPC, without the permission of the character's owner. When your character is attacking, assume each hit misses. When your character is defending, make sure to allow a believable amount of punches/kicks/etc. to hit your character. The term metagaming refers to accidentally or purposely using outside knowledge that affects the roleplay. For example, if your character knows of a sneak-attack, yet wasn't present at the discussion of it, then it is improbable and considered metagaming.

3. Keep your characters consistent with their personality! Make sure their decisions reflect the way they would actually think or act and not how you would think or act.

4. Try to keep the gender ratio equal. Also, try to make characters of various backgrounds and age groups. Diversity is essential to keeping a roleplay exciting. We don't need twenty young adults running around. I'd love to see old and young characters!

5. Please, please do not post one-liners in the roleplay. Each post should, and even dialogue should, be a paragraph at minimum. As an experienced roleplayer, I can easily tell you that one-liners are the leading cause of dead roleplays. I'd love a minimum of 300 words, but that doesn't always work in dialogue situations, I know. Just try to elaborate as much as possible. Use imagery and describe your characters thoughts, feelings, etc. Flesh them out!

6. Use proper grammar and spelling, please!

7. I understand that life becomes hectic and we become busy but please try to post as often as possible and please do not leave anyone hanging in a roleplay. It isn't fun waiting around days for a response. Please post in the OOC or private message me if any conflicts come up that will last over twenty-fours hours.

8. Any face claims and names may be changed, but you MUST run them by me first. You may also add new members to the roleplay. Roles that have numbers after them (Blood Slave #2, Officer #1) can have as many applicants as needed. HOWEVER, I would like to fill up the un-numbered roles (Prelates). It is suggested you take at least two members, but you do not have to, of course. Reservations in the OOC, please, and check the OOC page on symptoms and ranks while there!

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The moon hangs over Detroit and casts elongated and warped shadows on the streets and the gaggles of pedestrians. What was once the automobile capital of the nation now stands as a monument to the old ways of America. It failed to keep up with the changing world, and now it has been left as a bleak reminder of what once was. Sirens cry in the distance, and a few dogs bark here and there. If one bothers to wander about on the edge of town, they will come across the run down Victorians of years past. They house the vagrants of the city, those who lost their former glory as the city did. Very few look the way they did in years past, but this one, the one with a charcoal exterior and hints of various, out of place architectural styles, has more secrets behind its doors than many would care to find out. But that building isn't where we begin.

Instead, we begin in a warehouse that once spat car after car out on to the roads. Like the city, it has changed, but it remained lively, bustling not with life, but perhaps with the absence of it. It depends on whether one believes a vampire is actually a living creature still. From the outside, one would not give it much credit, for it certainly appears lifeless. Within, however, vampires move about fluidly, sharing stories of what once was. They come from various, innumerable time periods and locations. Some claim they were some of the first vampires, but very few these days can even recall the Dark Ages or the Renaissance. Fewer still can remember moving beside mankind as the first uneasy steps were taken toward innovation and discovery.

Regardless, Caius took care in the design of Blood Bath. The warehouse had been divided into three floors, and from there, it had been divided into spacious rooms. Caius had decided, however, that mere rooms were not enough. And so, each room had been designed with the architecture and art of certain time periods in mind. The bottom floor houses rooms from the 1900s and on. As one climbs higher up, they move further back in time until they reach the ancients. The accuracy startles many and evokes nostalgia for what once was.

Caius never stays in one place during the night. He tends to wander about, playing music in the various rooms. The room dedicated to the seventies pulses with the sounds of Caius's progressive rock night. There are very few genres that have made their impact on him, yet he keeps a special place in whatever remains of his heart for the genre. Lydia had not been alive long enough to truly appreciate the genre, yet she still adored it. And, therefore, Caius adores it.

The bass causes the amps to thump, and the drums keep the rhythm while Caius grips the microphone on its stand. A slightly distorted guitar slides slightly, opening Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb". His voice comes as something between a rasp and a croon, and it is impossible to describe besides that. It is a trained voice, one he has perfected over the years. His electric guitar dangles before him on its strap, for it won't be used until the refrain. Caius's body moves with the music, and he looks about as if searching for someone...but he knows he won't find her.

Suddenly, the music grows lighter as it slides into the refrain. His face twists, contorting slightly in a pained expression, yet it is not too dramatic to appear comical. Rather, the audience can tell that he truly feels these lyrics. He hits the higher notes with ease, hair falling in front of one eye as he hunches passionately over the microphone. Without looking down, his hands find their way on the strings and neck of the guitar, and they solo with ease, Caius plucking with his fingers.

They repeat, moving on to a new verse and a varied refrain, but Caius maintains his enthusiasm throughout his performance, keeping the audience hooked. Perhaps they too can feel his obvious pain. His guitar finally fades out, and he holds it there for a moment, fingers still gripping the last note as a deafening silence grips the room. Caius does not relish in the applause, however. He merely nods and waves before walking off of the stage with his guitar still in his hands. The albums begin to play again after he departs, filling the silence that consumed the room. There are a few bursts of applause, as if some feel he needs to be praised, but the reoccurring guests know that Caius does not play for the crowds to adore him.

He plays to remember, to try to cling on to those last few reminders of her. Of Lydia.

It is times like these when he suddenly remembers that she is no longer here, and he craves solitude. Guitar still held in his hands, he stalks off toward the back of the club, into a room he set aside for himself. The walls have been covered in layers of posters, ticket stubs, and photos. In one, he stands beside Kurt Cobain. In another, he and Lydia pose with John Lennon. Caius leaves the door open a crack, his way of leaving it open for guests and for Annelise. He sets the guitar, one of the closest things he has to a child, on its stand before sprawling out on the blood red chaise. His feet rest on the back of it, and his head dangles over the edge so that his hair brushes against the thick carpet. On one of the cluttered tables, a radio warbles at a low volume that even Caius can not understand.

A sigh brushes past his lips and his fangs, which have slowly descended as his eyes grow a bit bloodshot. Sometimes, he wonders if it would just be best to allow himself to starve and perish. He is stopped each time, however, by the irrational worry that death will not, in fact, reunite him with Lydia. Religion states, of course, that a vampire has no place in Heaven nor Hell. If so, then why does this existence feel like the latter?

A quick expression of some sort flashes across his face. That would certainly make a wonderful line to a song.

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Ada sighed and tapped her fingers on the bar in rhythm with the music Caius was playing. It was beautiful to listen to but she’d been here for five years, she knew the drill. He’d play, expect no applause and then probably slink off to seclusion in his little hidey hole. It was predictable enough and once he’d stalked off she twisted around on her stool to face the bar once more and stare at her glass of whiskey. This was a normal night, as normal as one could get when surrounded by creatures of the legend that is.

After finishing off her drink and feeling a bit more sociable, she rose and began to mingle with the other patrons. Ada wasn’t anyone’s personal blood slave, at least not yet, so she would float around to see who was hungry and give them a nibble. Sometimes she’d provide other services if she felt so inclined but tonight she felt like simply doing her job then going home. Her current dress spoke volumes about her mood. Where others were dressed to the nines, Ada was dressed in a plaid, men’s button up, tattered jeans, old sneakers with a messy hair braid to top it off. Basically her dress screamed, say what you need to say then promptly fuck off.

As she roved about the room, a particularly lusty male vampire seemed to be deaf to her signals and tried to get more than a sip of blood from her. She gave him her customary glare of death and doom but it only seemed to power his pursuit on more. Finally the minor struggle ended with her giving him a sound pop in the mouth that echoed throughout the room.

“Suck on that for awhile ya dickhead.”

Jesus Christ that never failed to hurt her fist. When would she learn? Never, yep, probably never.

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James skillfully whirled the bottle of alcohol around his hands to the rhythm of Caius’s music as he pours a drink for a pretty brunette. She watched him, smiling and playing with her hair. He poured the liquor into a small glass and placed a slice of orange on the lip of the glass.

“One Ciroc Cosmo for you, belle.”

James smiled broadly at the woman as she picked up the drink and giggled. The accent did it again, making women like this one giggle and be flirty with him. He didn’t mind, it’s just that it almost made things a bit too easy sometimes. Picking up a bottle and spinning it, James continued to watch Caius strum his guitar as the audience became dazed, almost hypnotized as they were absorbed into his music and voice. Years ago, James adorned the same aura of awe from Caius’s melody, but now he’d become used to it. He did tricks to the beat and purely enjoyed it while it lasted.

As Caius finished and removed himself from the stage, more patrons came back to the bar for refills of their drinks. Like always, James filled their glasses and did his own small performances for them, showcasing his many years of experience. After it’d died down a small bit, he picked up another bottle and spun it as he observed the people before him. There were a few blood slaves in a crowd of vampires, not many he was unfamiliar with.

As he looked he saw one vamp gently nibble on at the base of a human woman’s neck. As she leaned her head back James rubbed his tongue along his teeth, feeling his fangs start to elongate. He hadn’t had even a taste of blood yet today, and James knew his eyes were probably becoming a bit bloodshot. He knew he’d get some soon enough though, so he didn’t worry.

His thinking was interrupted as he heard something that sounded like a heavy thump. Turning his head, James smiled. The slightly too big plaid shirt, worn jeans, and the messy hair could only be one person, Ada, one of James’s favorite blood slaves. Apparently someone’d pissed her off and she gave him a whack. Chuckling to himself, James kept watching.

“Suck on that for awhile ya dickhead.”

James laughed more. Her firey personality made him laugh every time he had the pleasure of talking with her. He picked up a glass and poured a small shot as he saw Ada walk away from the vamp.

“May I just say, your one liners never fail to make me smile. How are you tonight ma chérie?”

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Blood Bath.

How original of a name.

In the shadows of those who danced, drank, and made merry was one particular female whose eyes scanned the crowd while she slinked from room to room with disinterest expressed. Different genres of music floated to her ears and pounded in her skull as she glided through the various ages of rooms but she didn't seem to find one to be pleased with. However, she eventually came to a stop as she reached the room paying homage to the seventies. Icy blue contacts that covered her glittering ruby irises mimicked the color her orbs once were but still shone with some form of enjoyment as plush lips coated in blue lipstick dotted with small black beads curved into a light smile. Her possible new, brooding employer didn't stay long and neither did she.

At least, she didn't intend to.

Her hand was grabbed by a suave and beautiful man as Oye Como Va started up from the speakers. Apparently the live music was taking a break. She didn't mind, smirking as she detached the train of her dress and followed him to the floor. There was a hunger in his red eyes that she recognized immediately as lust. She gave an inward scoff but was happy to give him at least a dance. He certainly knew his way around salsa. Their movements were graceful and precise, oozing hedonism as the crowd cheered. And she loved it. Most of her work was done in the shadows and she couldn't help but to enjoy the attention received from her more public displays of talent. She had always been that way, a patron of the arts seeking to entertain the unwashed masses.

As soon as the song ended she spun out of his hold and rehitched her train with a flourish, flitting away from the pining dancer to escape the sweet nothings he had streamed into her ear. She was used to such advances -- She had to admit that she was a bombshell and the total package. Plus crazy! With her platinum locks, she had especially been a prize in her own time among the men she encountered. She had not been so perceptive of their desires until she had been Made, capitalizing on them nearly every moment since. Considering a vampire's frozen state of being, she was quite glad that she had taken care of her body even if she never meant to. Her muscle tone wasn't quite as defined as other female vampires whom she had met -- Amazons and Gladiatrices were built like modern body builders. She thought it was gross and cherished her feminine curves.

She had attention now, a new face among many familiars. Her head was held high as she gave a coy smile on her way to the bar, sliding onto a stool and adjusting her choker. The scarred and tattooed viking glanced at her silver ring, pursing her lips. Before she could order, the vampire from the dance floor was beside her, leaning against the bar and facing her with a smile. “Never seen you around here before.” Classic icebreaker. The blonde didn't reply, instead she inspected her polished blue and black nails as though they were the most fascinating things in the room. When she sensed that he wasn't going away, she turned her head and observed him. Delighted with the attention, he slid out a pair of fangs and smirked. “Let me be up front; I'm hot. You're so foine that it's crazy. You're a vamp, I'm a vamp. Let's get outta here. Let's fuck.”

Wow. He certainly was bold. And arrogant. She didn't like him. A polite, amused smile graced her features as she threw her head back in a laugh. As her head came back down, she put her face close to his and her own fangs slid out, his face falling. Hers were much longer and much sharper than his. “Put the baby fangs away, boy.” At her display of age, dominance, and disinterest, he quickly flitted away. Still smiling politely, she glanced down the bar to observe the others. There were quite a few, including a mouthy blood slave and a bartender who was also a liaison specialist. She hadn't cared to pick up their names, having still not decided whether or not she'd take the job. She knew how to find her own clean blood but the idea of some form of companionship was a bit enticing. Interaction would seal her decision later. “Four Horsemen with O neg would be nice,” she called out innocently in a thick Russian accent with arched brows as she put her fangs away.

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Another hour passed

And another.

And another.

Annelise was always supportive of Caius and obeyed what orders he gave, but that often left her in situations where she was alone or uncomfortable. Right now she was in her bunker, or at least that's what she thought of it as. Most nights at the club Caius didn't want her out in the open and interacting with others. He felt she was too vulnerable to attacks or unwanted advances, even though many of the vampires in attendance knew she was his personal property. So to keep her protected she had her own room in the club, not unlike the room Caius had for himself. When she really thought about it, it wasn't all that bad being cooped up in her room. She had the internet, she could still hear the music from inside, and sometimes if she was lucky Caius would visit. It was always nice when he visited on his own accord and not because he needed blood, they would talk like when the pair had first met. And really anything was better than being stuffed into a room with the other blood slaves. They were all so unhappy, and if they weren't they got off on vampires and waited to be magically whisked away by one that fell for them.

Her eyes darted down to the clock and she heaved a small sigh, it would still be at least a couple hours before they might go home. She looked to the door, thinking over the options in her mind. It felt like someone had passed by, and it sounded like the door had opened...

It couldn't hurt to go see. She hadn't really eaten much tonight, but she always had time for her master.

Annelise pushed her laptop to the side and shut it gently as she strode to the door. The door pushed open and she smiled brightly upon seeing the invitation, moving over silently as she leaned around the corner and met his eyes. Her cheeks lit up as she moved into the room slowly, "Hungry..?" She murmured simply, taking notice of his eyes and fangs.

Before getting a response, she walked forward and sat before him on the ground, smiling down into his face as her hair fell forward and made a curtain around her head. She was almost tempted to reach out and touch him, pull his head into her lap. but it was always best to be granted permission first, especially since the other option was anger.

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Ada strode away from her small victory, trying to hide the fact that her fist hurt like hell. Fuckin’ vampires; her mood was even more bitter but the sight of a familiar face at the bar immediately brought a smirk to her face. James was sweet, flirty, funny and as sexy as the day is long so he was high up there on her list of favorite people to be around.

Unceremoniously she flopped onto a bar stool and heaved an over dramatic sigh.

“Oh Lex, you think that if a man lived for hundreds of years he would eventually learn that when a woman says no she means no, but alas, that’s not the case. Also, did you know you fuckers are stout?”

She punctuated the statement by shaking the hand that had taken a beating from the man’s face. Then she downed the shot with only a ghost of a grimace from the burn.

“My night is going alright Lex, only one unwanted come on so it’s pretty good so far. How are you doin?”

She folded her arms on the bar, gazing at James and then squinted her eyes as if taking notice of something. His eyes were blood shot, he was hungry. If there was one person she was comfortable letting feed on her blood then it was him. She’d seen blood slaves drained dry by overzealous vamps, fledglings or just plain assholes so it took a good deal of trust and insanity to let any of these people bite you.

“You need to eat?”

Cocking an eyebrow at the bartender she smirked.

“Don’t be shy now; I’m a walking buffet after all. I’ve achieved my long time dream of running around and letting strangers bite me.”

Ada smiled and hoped the thick waves of sarcasm coming off of her could be sensed. Being a living fast food joint wasn’t actually on her list of life goals but it was something interesting to put on a resume she supposed. As she waited for James to answer there was commotion on the dance floor that vaguely drew her attention. Ah, seemed a new vampire had strolled into town. Queue sarcastic cheering.

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“Oh Lex, you think that if a man lived for hundreds of years he would eventually learn that when a woman says no she means no, but alas, that’s not the case. Also, did you know you fuckers are stout?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her statement and slid the shot of alcohol he’d poured towards her. James watched Ada take the shot like it was water. Man, he admired a woman that could handle her booze. In fact, that was the first thing that let him know that Ada was someone he’d get along with. That and her sarcastic, wild attitude made for an incredible force to be reckoned with.

“My night is going alright Lex, only one unwanted come on so it’s pretty good so far. How are you doin?”

Hearing this, James looked down; he knew his eyes were probably a bit bloodshot. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like she was obligated to feed him. As she peered at him, he glanced up at her. Her steady gaze was killing him.

“You need to eat?”

She responded as soon as she saw his eyes. Was it that obvious? He smiled slightly at her quick observation. Though she now knew he was hungry, he still attempted to hide his now elongating fangs.

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“Don’t be shy now; I’m a walking buffet after all. I’ve achieved my long time dream of running around and letting strangers bite me.”

James laughed at her sarcasm and frankness. The hard truth is that, in essence, many vamps saw humans to be just that. He sighed. If only it wasn’t like that. He watched Ada turn her neck to see the couple dancing to some salsa music that came on. The man was one he’d seen before that took many women to and from here. In his arms was a gorgeous vamp that James had never seen before. She moved with such grace, it seemed that she’d been incredibly experienced in dance. And she gave off such a feeling that it seemed she was almost regal. What’s someone like him doing with a lady like her?.

When they finished the dance, Ada cheered, and James spotted her jugular. His mouth watered as his fangs fully elongated. He picked up Ada’s hand, spotting a pale vein near the surface. He pulled her hand to his lips, but instead of biting her, he nipped her just enough to break her skin than gently sucked the blood from her as a baby would to a mother, only taking as much as he needed. There was no use in gulping down large amounts, that was just greedy. Once he finished, he licked the remaining blood from the spot and kissed her hand.

“Always looking out for me aren’t you m'amie?”

“Let me be up front; I'm hot. You're so foine that it's crazy. You're a vamp, I'm a vamp. Let's get outta here. Let's fuck.”

James frowned, looking over to the pair that had arrived at the bar. How rude could he be?

“Put the baby fangs away, boy.”

James took notice of the…the almost extravagantly long fangs this woman had. Damn… The scum retreated away at the mere sight of them, and James didn’t blame him.

“Four Horsemen with O neg would be nice.”

James smiled at the woman then looked back to Ada.

“Duty calls cher.”

James laid her hand back onto the countertop and smiled at the lady. He picked up and spun five different bottles, tossing and spinning them with flair. Another woman that knows her alcohol. Remembering his fangs were protruding, he retracted them as he poured the O negative blood into the shot glass followed by four different kinds of whiskey. Then he slid it to the lady.

“I hope you enjoy it, ma belle.”

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During Ada’s totally, completely and absolutely sincere cheering for the dancing couple, James lifted her hand to his lips to feed. She was a bit surprised at the suddenness of it but when vamps were hungry certain things tended to set them off so who knows what he smelled, saw or whatever to make him act. Despite her surprise she easily slid into a smirk as she watched him drink. The nip wasn’t bad at all, in fact throughout the years she’d built up quite a tolerance to the burn of fangs piercing her skin but she didn’t need to worry about toughing it out now; James was gentle.

He finished with a kiss and Ada’s smirk stayed in place as he looked up at her and spoke.

“Always so charming aren’t we? You better be careful tossing around those pretty French words mister or something is bound to happen to you.”

She flirtingly teased with James but his attention was pulled away to the new vamp that had been on the dance floor earlier. He left and, as always, mixed her drink with flair. Ada watched him toss the bottles around as if it were nothing and enjoyed the free show before turning her attention to the newbie.

Beautiful gown, beautiful woman, high class appearance overall; Ada would bet anything that she was stuck up. There was no way to tell around how old she was unless she flashed her fangs but guaranteed she was one of the older vamps. She’d only been in this new world for five years but in her opinion it was long enough to know just a little bit about a few things. Most older vamps had an aristocratic air about them, or as Ada liked to put it a stick up their ass attitude. This woman seemed to fit the bill but eh, who was she to judge.

Once Ada was satisfied with her observation of the new woman she watched James work behind the bar. Would it be against social expectations to take advantage of him on the bar right here and now? She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself at the thought of the scenario. Well, she might not be able to cause shock and awe like she wanted but James had to still be hungry, he was always a polite eater. When he was finished with the new girl she’d offer him some more blood then maybe talk him into walking her home before the sun came up. There was no way she would take a chance of repeating last spring when some asshole vampire jumped her and tried to drain her. Good thing male vamps still had balls to kick.

Ada leaned over the bar to get James’ attention; she was never one to care if someone was in the middle of something. When she wanted your attention then godammit she wanted your attention. She then pointed at the wrist he’d bitten, waggled her eyebrows and gave him an overly animated wink before sitting back down. Ah yea, she was smooth.

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“Je vois que ni la classe, ni les mœurs sont les critères d'embauche ici. Caius vraiment ne s'attend pas à moi de travailler autour d'un manque de respect t-il?”

A playful smile teased on her lips as she lifted her chin, Russian accent disappearing as the French words took over with flawless timbre that suggested some time spent in Western France. Ada's antics did not go unnoticed though Lyndi hadn't even needed to turn her head. The human was loud, violent, rude, and obnoxious. The pretty face soon became ugly in the viking's eyes and she decided that the two wouldn't get along so well. She was all for a bit of disrespect here and there, more than capable of having a good time -- often at the expense of others -- but only when it was appropriate. However, she found the human's gaudy plea for attention irritating.

“La boisson est fabuleux, par la manière. Vous avez certainement un moyen avec vos mains, oui?” She remained polite throughout as she complimented the drink as it burned her throat with a shot of pleasure. She threw a flirty smile his way with a crystal blue winsome gaze. He certainly wasn't lacking in charm, appearance, or talent. And she liked that.

James grinned, recognizing his native tongue. It'd been a long time since he'd heard someone so fluent, but it was quite welcome. It was also a plus that it came from someone so...experienced in life. "Merci, j'ai pratiqué mon art pour un bon bout de temps maintenant, et je suis heureux de savoir que vous avez apprécié."

"Les gens d'ici sont en fait pas si mal. Il n'y a que quelques-uns, comme le monsieur qui, franchement, a suggéré qu'il obtiendrait dans votre pantalon. Les autres habitués sont généralement bonnes personnes, comme elle." James looked down the bar to Ada and grinned. He cared greatly for her and couldn't allow her to be insulted. He knew her attitude was frowned upon by most but she was a great person. When she and James became friends he gave her all his respect and loyalty.

Gazing at the face of the woman before him now, he wondered what job Caius could have possibly given her. James could barely imagine someone of her stature working here. "J'ai entendu qu'il y aurait quelques nouvelles personnes à se faire embaucher ici. Je ne m'attendais pas quelqu'un comme vous, bien, magnifique."

While she didn't know his name she did know James well enough from passing word and personal recon from the past month, the ongoing interaction with him confirmed it. He was gentle and a bit of an old soul, having a classic charm to him. She estimated that he was around a century and a half in age, obviously from France. Ah, France. Terrible military but amazing sights and fashion. The men could be a bit grimy but she could see James was one of the good ones. His mellow personality and gentle, personal smile made him easy to talk to. She could see why he was a liaison.

Finishing her drink, she slid the glass across the counter with a nod indicating a desire for another. “Voyons voir si vous pouvez faire une Bombe Pop décent. Avec O positif.” She placed one elbow on the counter and rested her chin in a hand covered lightly with a thin glove of lace bearing intricate design. “I'm still not quite sure if I'll take up his offer -- But I'll take that compliment. I might just work here to spend more time with you.” Her flirting was bolder now as she gave a wink that was more playful than it was a sexual advance. She made sure to keep her tone light, indicating that she was merely teasing.

Her interest in him was genuine but she had no intentions of letting him part her legs. “I'm simply used to working with more... Traditional folk. A higher class of clientele, you might say. This sort of place isn't usually my scene.” She turned her head towards a vampire in a nearby corner ravaging a blood slave, seeming two seconds away from ripping her clothes off as he fed, indicating to the beautiful bartender what she meant. Her expression contorted to one of mild disgust, her nose crinkling. The way her face was designed made the expression a bit more... Adorable than it was meant to be.

James grinned at her request and her advances. He could tell she was just teasing him...and he kinda liked it. Going down the bar to grab the alcohols needed, he brushed Ada's cheek. "I'll be with you again soon ehough, ma chere. Be patient with me, and I promise I'll walk you home tonight." As he made his way back down the bar, he pulled a tall glass out and slid it as he mixed and poured the liquors. By the time he made it back to the woman, the drink was prepared. Slipping a tiny staw into the drink, he handed it to her. Noticing the couple that she'd been referring to, James sighed. "Sadly, not everyone knows what's appropriate for public and what should be done in private. Sometimes we ge more interesting and classic minded people as well."

Directing his attention back to her, he saw the face she made at them and lightly chuckled. It looked as if she were pouting with an expression that was not unlike a disgruntled seven year old's. I have to know now. It's too much not knowing what glorious name someone like her must call themselves. James leaned on the counter with his head in his right hand. "I simply must know now -- What does a belle like you call yourself?"

The drink looked well enough and she sipped it as she listened to him defend the honor of the club, assuring her once more that not all of its patrons were complete morons without tact. She would give him the benefit of the doubt. She hadn't much scouted the patrons over the month, paying more attention to Caius and his employees, human and vampire alike. The vampires impressed her but the humans... They weren't exactly top tier. Then again, they were living in the age of Twilight so it wasn't a shock. The majority of the humans were despicable and she hated the idea of working with them. She hated to sound pompous, but it was just so beneath her. Still -- They were prey and she was predator. A girl's gotta eat and a lion didn't choose a gazelle based on their personality.

Her head turned towards him, expression settling back into a smile as she gave a nod of approval at the drink. He was now resting in the same fashion she was, his smile winning her over. She wondered just how long of a string of broken hearts he left trailing behind him, inwardly chuckling at the thought. At the request of her name, she leaned forward some, the side of her face pressing against his as she slid out her fangs and brushed them against his earlobe. “Just call me Lyndi, mon amour.” She drew back with another wink and a lifted brow, indicating that it was now his move in this game they played.

James smiled broadly, shaking his head. This woman did know how to use her charm to get what she liked. She had to be a new liaison specialist, there was no doubt about it. Her looks, charm, and skill with languages pointed to that being the ideal duty for her. James put his hand on his chin, rubbing his facial hair. He felt he needed to be sure. "You're a beautiful woman with enough charm to sway a nation; you absolutely have to work with me." James smirked as he was taking up her hand. "Or are you going to leave me here by my lonesome, ma ange?" It was his turn to pout now.

“Comment pourrais-je oser même penser de vous quitter tous seul quand tu me traites si bien, ma lune et les étoiles?” His hands were as gentle as she imagined and she quickly replied with dramatic flair in the style of the French actresses of old, women who truly knew drama and theatre. Her gaze became one of adoration as she pouted, the full lips so perfect for the expression, enjoying the flirtatious game she had begun. She knew what he was getting at and was content to keep him guessing at what position she had been offered, though his assumptions were right on the money.

James smiled while sighing. This woman was something else, and she'd impressed him thoroughly. "We shall see, Lyndi. We'll see." James raised her hands to his lips kissing them lightly. James released them as he began to walk back to Ada at the other end of the bar. "Come back and see me soon, ma chere! Don't forget about me."

Lyndi issued the lightest of laughs with her head tossed back as she blew him a kiss before collecting her drink. Fan in one hand, beverage in the other, she was soon disappearing. The seventies were getting boring now and she needed someone new to chat with. Like Caius. She certainly needed to discuss her terms with the man if he was going to be hiring her. She held high hopes for the older vampire simply because he was older. She didn't cross many that were her age, far fewer were old than her. This would be the third time in her life that she had met vampires older than her since her Making.

Caius, she knew, had been some Roman soldier and Senate in his former life among many other things after the fangs came. Roman -- That explained his excessive brooding. Still, she retained a polite expression as she found his room and gave the door a light push to reveal herself. “Before I agree to anything, we've got some terms to set. Rule number one is that I absolutely do not take orders from babies.”






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“Je vois que ni la classe, ni les mœurs sont les critères d'embauche ici. Caius vraiment ne s'attend pas à moi de travailler autour d'un manque de respect t-il?” - I see that neither class nor manners are hiring criteria around here. Caius really doesn't expect me to work around disrespect does he?

“La boisson est fabuleux, par la manière. Vous avez certainement un moyen avec vos mains, oui?” - The drink is fabulous, by the way. You certainly have a way with your hands, yes?

"Merci, j'ai pratiqué mon art pour un bon bout de temps maintenant, et je suis heureux de savoir que vous avez apprécié." - Thank you, I practiced my art for a long time now, and I am pleased that you enjoyed it.

"Les gens d'ici sont en fait pas si mal. Il n'y a que quelques-uns, comme le monsieur qui, franchement, a suggéré qu'il obtiendrait dans votre pantalon. Les autres habitués sont généralement bonnes personnes, comme elle." - The people here are not that bad. There are a few, like the gentleman who, frankly, has suggested that he would get in your pants. Other regulars are generally good people, like her.

"J'ai entendu qu'il y aurait quelques nouvelles personnes à se faire embaucher ici. Je ne m'attendais pas quelqu'un comme vous, bien, magnifique." - I heard there would be some new people to get hired here. I did not expect someone like you, well, beautiful.

“Voyons voir si vous pouvez faire une Bombe Pop décent. Avec O positif.” - Let's see if you can make a decent Bomb Pop. With O positive.

“Comment pourrais-je oser même penser de vous quitter tous seul quand tu me traites si bien, ma lune et les étoiles?” - How could I dare to even think of leaving you all alone when you treat me so well, my moon and stars?

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The night's crowds had already begun to gather. It came as no surprise. The wind which blew through her hair would have felt cold against her neck had she been able to feel its temperature at all. She was late, though if one were being completely honest, tardy would have been a more appropriate term.

Her tongue snuck out to lick the remnants of blood from her top and bottom lips. Most of the vampires that knew Jayne Adler knew that she was easily aggravated when she was hungry, and on one occasion that the girl had worked on an empty stomach, heads had rolled. Thus, she had made it a habit of hers to never come in to the Blood Bath to work the bar until she had fed.
It would appear odd to some that a woman such as Jayne, with what were at times slightly poor social skills (she harbors little patience for unnecessary blabber and even less for bad manners) would find work as a bartender, a position that would put her in direct contact with fair numbers of patrons each night. However, the fact was that she was fast on her feet, good with her hands, and working behind the bar meant she was only a few feet away in the event any of the merry-making get out of hand and she was required to step in.

Moving past the preliminary introductions, tonight it seemed would be just as busy as any other, or so was the thought passing through the dark-haired woman's mind as she maneuvered her way through the crowds to the bar. She had stepped inside just in time to hear the last echoing verses of Caius’s song, the final notes of the melody, before the man retreated back to the comfort of his solitude. She had stood as she’d listened, waiting until he had disappeared before slowly stepping through the gathering multitude of patrons.

As Jayne reached the bar she could see that James had already begun his work. In front of him sitting at the bar were two women, only one of whom Jayne recognized, Ada. She nodded to the man in greeting and gave the two in front of her a simple look, enough to acknowledge their presence, though she had spared a second glance at the unfamiliar of the two faces, merely out of curiosity. As it went, there were times that Jayne indulged herself in conversations, and then there were times that she worked quietly, only speaking when she was required to. Tonight, however, she did not yet know which it would be.

From the corner of her eye she observed the conversations and goings on of both James and the two women he was entertaining, catching bits and pieces of their words and barely hiding her smirk. James was a flirt. It had been one of the first things she’d taken notice of when she’d first met him, and there had been many nights where her sole entertainment had been taken from watching the girls and women, both mortal and immortal, flock to him like moths to a flame. She simply didn’t have the time to catch the full length of their conversation, as men and women up and down the bar were calling for her services.

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Ada huffed, watching with a bit of irritation as James continued to chat up the new girl. He was always flirting with everyone, left and right so it wasn’t anything new but something about this woman really irked her. Why would he find this woman, above anyone else, intriguing? Was it because she was pretty? Ada squirmed on her stool and fingered the edge of her plaid shirt, suddenly self conscious of the way she was dressed. This was fuckin’ ridiculous; it wasn’t like she was trying to impress anybody! Right?

The longer she waited, the more uncomfortable she felt. These unwanted and unneeded emotions that were bubbling up were confusing. Never before had she needed anyone and never would she need anyone. Why pine for attention now when she knew how it would end? This dance had been danced many times before and would always stay the same.

Finally Ada decided that she was a big girl and could walk her own ass home as she’d done many times before. Why count on others when she knew better? So with a last look at the bar, Ada walked out the door as James finished talking with Lyndi. Once outside, Ada pulled her coat tightly around her to avoid the chill. She would say it was nice to finally get some fresh air but this was Detroit so there was no such thing.

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In the time between his own entrance and the entrance of Annelise, Caius moved only to pick up his lute so that he could pluck at it whilst the radio garbled on. This time, however, he sprawled across the chaise in the correct manner, his head resting on one arm of it while his legs dangled over the opposite arm. He quickly resumed his former position. His lute was an old instrument, the wood worn smooth from centuries of playing. The strings had been strung and snapped and strummed over and over again. He hummed gently as the folky music rang from the instrument and filled the room with a melody that was oddly light for Caius.

His fingers came to a sudden stop above the strings of his lute as the door began to creak the rest of the way open. To him, humans had a particular smell about them. Something too sweet to be called a stench, but it still seemed to cling to them like one. This aroma reached him before he bothered to look over. His pinkish eyes met her hazel ones, and he blinked lethargically before slowly sitting up. The blood rushed into her cheeks, and he could feel his fangs push themselves further through his gums as he grew more excited.

"Yes, of course," he replied, though he knew her question had been meant rhetorically. From upside down, he craned his neck slightly to look at her, displaying the bite marks on his neck from his own transformation. Caius eased himself upright, first by laying normally on the chaise again and then by sitting up before sliding on to his knees on the floor beside her. Wordlessly, he pushed her hair over one shoulder to leave a side of her neck bare. The exchanged another glance before he turned his head and sunk his fangs into her alabaster flesh. They slid through with ease, and the blood began to well. He sucked at the puncture wounds in a hurried manner while he gripped the other side of her neck for support.

He could have drained the poor girl if he were unable to get a grip on himself. Suddenly, he pulled back and let his shoulders drop a bit as the blood began to move through his system, subsequently darkening his eyes so that the pupil and iris appeared to become one. Caius's tongue glided along his lips, which were scarlet with the blood, as he began to stand. Instinctively, he reached for a slightly bloodied towel he'd kept here to staunch the bleeding. He certainly knew how impulsive these vampires could be.

As she recovered, Caius sat down again whilst riding the waves of pleasure. In the midst of it, the door opened once more, and a new vampire stepped in. It took him a moment to recognize her, for he had not seen Lyndi since he approached her months ago.
"You are certainly quite...direct," he remarked before pinching the corners of his mouth to wipe the blood away.

The older vampire watched her for a moment, perhaps internally analyzing her before he stood. "You will have to be more specific, mea carissima, for that is a relative term when one refers to those of our age group." He place his hands into the pockets of his jacket, which appeared to make him stand up straighter. "A warning would have been appreciated. I may have given you a tour myself." Or maybe he wouldn't have. That was besides the point now. "I do wonder where you come from. Pale skin and fair hair would hint toward somewhere Northern, but who can truly tell with the intermingling that humans do these days?"

The tips of his fangs still glistened with blood as he ran his tongue over them slowly. "I came to you because I believe your skills are, more or less, unrivaled. However, I can not simply introduce a new member into the Coven without knowing them, trusting them." He moved a bit closer, moving his hair out of his face with a flick of his neck. "I murdered men I called brother without so much as a second thought. Betrayal would not go over well in this Coven, I can assure you."

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James turned back to where Ada was sitting, except she wasn’t there anymore. Oh no…she’s probably pissed at me… James put up the few glasses on the bar he used and looked around. On the other end of the bar, James saw Jayne. He didn’t notice her come in. He had been too consumed by the conversation he had Lyndi. Quietly cursing at himself for not paying attention, he walked briskly to Jayne.

Through the time he’d been working here he’d tried not to make things harder on anybody, but tonight James really felt bad about leaving Ada hanging. And besides, he'd promised her he'd walk her home, and he was determined to do so. Of all people, she was the main person, man or woman, that he didn’t want to disappoint.

“Jayne, chere, could you watch the bar by yourself for a while? I need to go find Ada. I’ll be right back, I promise!” Ending with a quick smile and wink, James jumped over the bar and jogged towards the door he assumed Ada left out of.

He stood outside looking around him, the cold air barely affecting him, though he was in a very thin shirt and jeans. In a half-jog, James went down to the street he and Ada would normally follow to go to her house. Catching a glimpse of her he quietly walked behind her until he was inches from her. Leaning forward to her ear, James whispered:

“Come on, ma chéri. You know I don’t break promises.”

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The streets were relatively quiet as she walked asides from the stray dogs one heard here and there. Streets eerily abandoned, buildings crumbling all around, one would think this were some sort of post apocalyptic world but no, it was just Detroit. Ada sighed as she trudged on through the cold, her breath making wispy puffs in front of her. One thing she prided herself on was her utter lack of caring what others thought of her and so the simple fact that she cared so greatly about what James thought bothered her immensely. Being casual friends with someone is one thing, it’s a mutual give and take relationship but anything past that are dangerous and dark waters. Maybe she should consider distancing herself, just doing her job, coming and going, a simple that’s that.

Absorbed in her thoughts Ada had no idea James was behind her, not that she would have had an inkling anyway the sneaky bastard. The moment he whispered she whirled around in an almost comical, flailing fashion. She then planted herself in an attack ready position, eyes wide and chest heaving from adrenaline. Once she saw who her alleged attacker was though, she relaxed and folded her arms over her chest; an annoyed expression quickly plastering itself to her face.

“Jesus Christ man! Sneaking up on unsuspecting people in vampire territory at night?! What’s wrong with you?!”

After getting out her nerves via shouting, she sighed heavily and ran a hand over her messy hair.

“Yea, yea I know you don’t break promises but I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation with the prissy new vamp you were chatting up. It seemed like you two were getting along and far be it from me to cock block anybody so off I went.”

Ada did her best to keep the bitterness out of her voice and she thought she did a pretty damn good job of it. Stupid James with his stupid pretty face and being all nice all the time! Stupid fantastic bastard.

“So, you know, I’ve pretty much got it covered from here. You already saw my moves!”

She did a quick reenactment of her flailing from before, before continuing.

“I’ll be alright and you can go back and work or..whatever else you need to do.”

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Leandra stood in front of her vanity mirror, giving herself one last once-over to make sure that everything was just so - she was heading out to the bar district that evening to see if she could secure herself a job at one of the up and coming clubs in Detroit. She had thought the name of the place she was planning to apply at was Shotz, but had neglected to double check with the person who had told her about it. 'I assume I'll recognize the name when I see it...' she thought to herself, before giving her reflection a thumbs up and grabbing her apartment keys and a small clutch.

She was out the door and walking soon enough, every so often giving a tug on the back of the little number she had put on - a sequined tube dress with a sheer and flowing peplum waist that refused to stop riding up every ten minutes, and a light jacket to protect her from the nip in the air. Her hair was down and styled in a relaxed way, some waves dancing about as she walked. Her makeup was minimalistic, and her jewelry was limited as well; one simple ring adorned her right ring finger.

She continued to walk down the street towards where Google Maps had said this Shotz place was supposed to be. Her apartment wasn't a terribly far distance from the bar and club district, but the area wasn't exactly the safest of places to be traveling alone. With her clutch held protectively in her right hand, Leandra attempted to locate a name on the various neon signs that seemed anything close to recognizable. She had been to a couple of the places she passed along the way, but the further she went, the more uncomfortable she began to feel.

A few more blocks of walking brought her to a place she had never been to before, and looking around herself, she realized she was desperately lost. She figured she could find her way back to her apartment to regroup and attempt to find this club again, but her thoughts on the matter were cut short by a gruff voice piercing though the eerily quiet night air.

"Hey, are you lost?" Her feet stopped moving at the sound. Leandra was normally someone who would be trusting, but out in the Detroit streets, alone in the dark, she felt exposed and not in her element. Her head snapped up to see a man in his mid 40s standing across the street from her. His appearance was disheveled and she could practically smell the stench of alcohol on him from where she stood.

She hesitated before responding, "No, I'm fine." Her feet began to retreat from their position on the pavement towards a direction that was anywhere but where she was now. The males voice rang out again, as he took a step toward her.

"I can show you how to get home. Just come with me. It's okay..."

Leandra was already disappearing down a back alley and down the back street it let into, her pace quick. She could hear the guy curse behind her somewhere, and his stumbling movements as he attempted to follow her.

'Why the hell did I decide to wear heels today?' she thought bitterly to herself as she took multiple turns around corners of buildings and down various streets. After a couple minutes, she came to a stop, listening to hear if the man was still following her - no such noise came to her ears. Actually, no noise at all seemed to come to her. Glancing around herself, she noticed that the place she was now seemed to have a multitude of abandoned buildings. She got a cold feeling from them, like they had been devoid of life so long that they could never truly have that warm, lived in feeling again. She began to walk down the street, looking for some sign of life among the concrete and brick.

Her walk felt like eternity by herself, but eventually she noticed some people silently entering and exiting a large building that she assumed was a club. It seemed to contain its sound entirely too well, and the only glimpses she got of the music and life inside were when the door she was nearby was opened - which was exactly why she could only assume it was a club.

The young woman stood close by to the entrance, debating whether or not she was even allowed into the place. She didn't know whether it was even a club or not, but there didn't seem to be much else life in the area around it. 'I can always just go in and ask for directions back home. And if it is a club, I'll just apply here', she told herself.

There didn't seem to be bouncers on the door, and if there were supposed to be, she figured they were either off somewhere having a cigarette or had to find somewhere to relieve themselves. Grabbing hold of the door handle, she let out a breath of anxiety-ridden air, before pulling the door open and slipping silently inside.

The first thing she was hit with was the extreme wave of heat that seemed to almost sit in the air, wet and heavy with the sweat of the hoard of people inside the room. The blonde girl attempted to stay along the border of the room, out of sight and in the shadows, simply observing and determining whether she thought she seemed out of place or not. She figured if she fit in here, she wouldn't feel like she were sneaking in, as the case was.

Leandra began gauging the people around her - a couple seemed to look at her, but not really take notice, while a few seemed to stare straight through her. It unnerved her, and the girl decided to move. 'Got to find someone who works here and see if I can talk to the management about a job...'

But the young woman had misjudged the sheer size of this club, and within minutes, she was swept up in its crowds as she searched for someone who could help her.

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Annelise gave a gentle smile, a shudder trailing through her as his flesh made contact with hers. She leaned into his touch willingly, giving a gentle smile and barely wincing as he bit into her and drank. It hadn't taken long to adjust when she had become his food source, but it would be a lie to say it didn't still hurt, even if it was just a little.

The brunette gave a weak sigh as she leaned back against the chaise, taking the rag with a smile and a thank you. She pressed it gently to her neck, wiping up blood that dripped down her collarbone despite her efforts. It was nice. Knowing she could be useful and help someone. But that also made it more difficult to face her emotions towards Caius. She knew there was little to no chance of ever becoming anything more than a food source anyway, the thought of being with a human probably disgusted him anyway.

She was torn away from her thoughts as her brow furrowed when the door opened abruptly and someone new stepped in. The girl could tell immediately that she was older than a majority of the vampires she had run in to. She got the same vibe from Caius and she had seen one other who gave off the same sense of superiority when she was wandering the club. Instantly she flinched away, closer to Caius out of instinct. She relaxed just barely as her master stood and began to speak with the woman, but that didn’t mean she was still completely safe. She began to shuffle out of the way, less behind the chaise as the two conversed about business.

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Aphrodite sighed as she looked around curiously. You would think after almost a year of being a vampire and living with the rest of the coven, she would finally have figured out where things were. She got lost all too easily. She found herself down hallways she didn't recognize and began to wonder if even familiar places were starting to feel foreign. It was quite annoying.

Now usually she would just follow her normal trail of books back to her room, but now that she was living with other people, she thought it best to clean up after her literature, lest anyone trip over Cue for Treason or Romeo and Juliet. These were new fascinations of hers... Books she heard Caius mention once that she had become curious about upon hearing. Speaking of Caius... Where was he? She knew he had recently had a show and was probably off to feed...

The brunette huffed and continued her search for her room, Caius, or anything familiar in particular... Because she was starting to get hungry... And a bit on edge. Since she was new, she also couldn't go feed on her own. She always needed assistance pulling away. Aphrodite had yet to find her constraint and it bothered her. Caius told her it would come in time, so she assumed he was right. He was much older than her anyways.

"Anyone?" She called irritably, as she could feel her eyes growing red and agitated, her fangs elongating in thirst. She hated the feeling of hunger. It wasn't like when she had been a human. When you were a vampire you needed to drink when you were hungry, especially when you were a weaker Fledgling like she was.

Aphrodite tried another hallway and another until she heard the faint sounds of the lute. She knew it was Caius, and was heading in his direction before she could even think about it. The music stopped soon after, but at least it was a lead to which direction she was supposed to be heading. Actually... Things were finally starting to look familiar again.

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“Oh, cher…” James cooed.

He hated to see Ada upset with him. The last thing he wanted was for her to distance herself from him. She tended to do that when she ignored or upset.

“I’ll be alright and you can go back and work or..whatever else you need to do.”

In her voice he could sense a little of what seemed like…bitterness? Was she jealous? Was that why she left? The mere thought made James smile. He knew Ada wanted his attention, but he never thought she’d want it this much.

Though the pair often flirted with each other, James had learned not to take her too seriously, no matter how serious he was. A hit or two had taught him that. Grinning, James stopped Ada from walking away from him, gently pulling her closer by the sleeve of her jacket.
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“There’s nothing more important more me to be doing at the club than making sure ma ange gets home safe. I’d lose it if something happened to you. Now, shall we, belle?”

Finalizing his position on the subject, he put Ada’s arm through his, and he lightly rubbed the arm with his free hand. Feeling the need to explain himself, he continued talking while casually strolling with her towards her place.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you as quickly as I should have. She told me that she’s the one Caius is considering hiring. She’s going to be a liaison specialist as well.”

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Ada kept up an apathetic look as James cooed, smiled and reassured her; damn him. He was so difficult to stay upset with but honestly she wasn’t angry with him in the first place, it was mainly her own screwed up sense of attachment that caused the problem. Now here he was apologizing for having a conversation with someone else. Great, she was now a crazy, obsessive friend.

“No, no it’s fine. You don’t have to ever rush anything for me. I’m just…”

She paused looking for the right word to describe herself. I’m angry? Loud? Stingy? No those sound unflattering, not that he didn’t already know those things about her.

“Impatient, you know I’m just impatient. Besides, that vamp put off this vibe that I didn’t like. We females have a pretty innate sense about one another you know. We got this predator type sense and if we don’t like one another then the claws go out.”

She smirked up at him, hoping to ease back into their usual relaxed mood.

“I saw you were having a pretty nice time with her though so I decided not to attack and mess her up.”

Ada stated this with a tough-guy inflection despite knowing that any of the vampires in that club could tear her to shreds if they really felt like it.

“So, a liaison specialist you say? She’s going to drag in more poor unfortunate souls? I guess you guys are going through us feed bags pretty quick; need to keep the shelves stocked.”

Well, that vamp was far behind them and now it was just her and James. Ada was going to have to teach herself to reel in the jealousy, anger and all the other crazy emotions she felt. Maybe punching a wall would be nice and therapeutic. Either way, right now she was walking beside one of the only friends she had and had ever known. The only man who had ever treated her with any sort of kindness, respect and attention that wasn’t completely sexual; he far surpassed her and nothing would ever come of it but it was still nice while it lasted. She leaned into him ever so slightly, he didn’t emit warmth to cut the chill but she didn’t mind.

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Lyndi lifted a brow, noticing the brunette young woman seemingly cowering behind the chaise as she entered. Aww, how... Cute. However, she cared little. Instead, she focused on Caius. Unlike most, she wasn't inclined to bow her head in respect to her elder. Not that she didn't respect him; Lyndi simply wasn't into bowing. She did hold her tongue and give him her undivided attention though, the lightest of smirks across her lips. She could understand his terms, feeling that they were reasonable enough. After all, trust begets trust.

She was rather inclined to divulge a few tidbits of her past that nobody alive or undead knew. She wouldn't do so within the company of others. Aside from the comely blood bag oozing adoration, she could hear someone else approaching. Clearing her throat, though it was superfluous, she gave a bit of a smile. “I'd love to have a chat of credence with you, really. However, let's save that little talk for when your groupies aren't hanging all over you, yes?”

She offered a wink before leaning in to place a lingering kiss against his cheek. “Finna mér seinna”, Find me later, she told him in a seductive Icelandic tongue. Her smile shifted back into smirk as she exited the room with her usual flourish, head held high. She was curious to find out exactly how he found her as well. She would have been happy to speak further but she didn't discuss business in front of people she felt it didn't concern. Seeing as it was Caius who was offering her a job, clean blood, and a home... Well. She couldn't give two fucks about whether or not the others trusted her.

She gave a flip of her hair with a quick movement as she went back the way she came. Rather than return to the rooms of recent decades she went higher up into the warehouse to seek out the ancient rooms. Rock and roll became doo-wop and doo-wop was soon ancient hymns. It certainly was a blast from the past. There were bands such as Enya that channeled the olden days but there was nothing quite like listening to the tunes doled out by those who had actually lived through those times. The gentle melodies cradled her and carried her to a seat in the corner.

As she glanced around she smiled. She saw some Elder vampires with their fangs out freely, some with eyes closed as they too enjoyed the music. The room was designed to emulate an old tavern, doing quite well. She began to wonder who his interior decorator and architect were. The oak was flawless and the carved murals were simply intricate and breathtaking. She lost herself in thought, a haze coming over her as she hummed along with the tune. It was Tibetan...

“Enjoying yourself, agápi̱ mou?”

There was a sudden voice in her ear, a smooth baritone that was sultry and comforting, accompanied by the brushing of stubble and soft lips against her cheek. She recognized the voice in an instant and her body reacted involuntarily, her head moving and allowing the man to place a kiss against her cheek. She could feel as his fangs slid out against her skin. Their bodies greeted one another like old friends. If her heart was still beating, no doubt it would have skipped a few beats. Her body trembled at the touch as she moved into a different haze, almost pouting as she sighed. Her eyes, which had closed as soon as he touched her, snapped open as her mind finally reacted to the situation. A dark look upon her face, she snapped around in her seat to stare directly into the red eyes of her Maker.








There she was. He knew that she had been scouting the place for a month now, stalking her unseen while she stalked everyone else. She had finally come to make a decision and he knew what it was. He knew her better than any other and he played on one of her fears, feeling a bit bad for it. But it was for the better. He knew how much his Progeny was conflicted; that she trusted no one but hated to be so alone. He had been with Caius' Coven for many years now and he knew that she'd like them -- Or at least most of them. He saw how well she was getting along with James earlier that evening. In truth, it did somewhat upset him when they flirted. He felt an immediate pang of jealousy, possessiveness, and protectiveness. Old habits die hard.

James was a threat in those moments.

However, as she responded to him he couldn't help but to feel an overwhelming sense of pride and relief, tempted to slide his lips across hers. But their moment ended too soon -- though forever with her wasn't long enough -- and she quickly turned on him with poison in her eyes. He put his fangs away and knelt down on one knee. But she wouldn't hear him out. She was gone as quickly as she came, leaving him pissed off at himself. Of course she hadn't forgiven him -- He hadn't even forgiven himself. He heaved a sigh and stood, watching where she exited as though he were half expecting her to come rushing back or even to peek around the corner to see if she had been hallucinating. But she wouldn't, she didn't, of course.

He stood there like a jackass before sliding his fangs back into hiding before taking off. He wouldn't go find her because he knew that she would find him. She knew now where he was, that he was alive... She would always find him. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his loose jeans, he moved in a lumbering shuffle that was far from his usual graceful movements. He couldn't help but to be upset though he knew he didn't entirely have the right to be angry with her. Leotychides still had faith that he could mend their friendship over time once she got over the initial shock. His shuffle carried him eventually past Caius' lair to a room he had long since made his own, brushing past Aphrodite with a muttered and solemn hello as opposed to his usual flirting. The door was closed behind him as he took a seat and sat simply in wait.

“Leotychides, sir. You're needed out front... It's... It's a human. Asking for you...”

There simply was no rest for the wicked. Leo's skulking was interrupted by a younger vampire, Lila. She was a little over a century and a half in age, straight from Bulgaria. Her English had improved over the past year as she served as something of a personal assistant. He gave her a nod as she disappeared before hoisting himself up with ease, heading back out. He put on a more charming visage with a gentle smile that pulled a bit more to the left. Working security at Blood Bath didn't just mean that he handled vampires -- He handled humans just as often.

While the vampires at the club could easily rip to shreds every single one of the humans there, it was his job to make sure that everyone had a good time. He oversaw that the vampires who got too handsy, the humans who became a bother, and either one who started too much trouble were tossed out. He assumed that the human in question was Ada again, a human that he seemed to be constantly talking to about attitude. At least for appearances. He enjoyed sharing a laugh with her for the complaints lodged about her. Sometimes the complaints were reasonable enough and he would punish her as needed. More often then not it was some handsy prick who got hit trying to pull a superior card. However, he admired that she defended herself. Not that he'd say so out loud.

He was a bit shocked when he got to the ground floor entrance. There, moving about and questioning everyone he came into contact with, was a massive Native American built like a brick shithouse. Leo recognized him in an instant and raised his arm, using his hands to motion for the dark haired man to come towards him. Almost immediately, he felt quite small. The Spartan was built... Well, he was built like a Spartan. He fit his black silk shirt well and had more than enough muscle to spare. He looked like he belonged standing on a pedestal coated in clay, stark naked for eternity. However, this tan man before him stood at least a head and a half taller than him. He had to crane his neck a tad just to look into his eyes, serious eyes that were filled with curiosity and anxiety.








Strange.

It was all just so strange to him.

Cheveyo had been warned a time or two before that many vampires were not very friendly with humans. That many vampires saw themselves as superior and humans only as food. He hoped that Blood Bath wouldn't be so bad, his hopes having skyrocketed when he passed a seemingly happy couple earlier before he went inside. However, as he lumbered about asking for Leotychides, the man who had contacted him and paid for his trip here, he got only curses and dirty looks. That was probably because he had stepped on more than a few toes -- literally. There were a few of the beings with fangs that looked at him with a hunger. That, he was used to. He thought he'd be dragged off soon as a woman tugged on his arm, beckoning him in a sultry tone to come with her.

Thankfully, she backed off when a larger male beckoned for him to follow. He issued a sigh of relief and quickly made his way to the blond male. With a goofy smile on his face he waited for the man to size him up with calculating red eyes, his own unable to express the smile that he gave. Their stare down took a fee minutes before they headed quickly towards a place unknown to him. He didn't struggle to keep up at first, his long legs taking large strides. He had to slow down eventually to keep from stepping on the backs of his guide's shoes as well as to avoid bumping into anyone. He raised his arms in a look of surrender, drawing more attention than necessary to himself. He was simply doing what he could to avoid bumping into anyone. Many of the vampires and human were very tiny compared to him and he didn't want to hurt anyone. Or piss them off.

He was able to put his arms down as they moved to what seemed to be a more private area consisting of hallways and doors -- many, many doors. He was lead into a room that was rather Samhain chic. He gave a nod of approval and closed the door behind him before taking a seat on a nearby white stool as he was beckoned to. “You said Lyndi was here but I didn't see her. Is she okay?” His voice was deeper than Leo's, filled with worry as his smile faltered. He watched as Leo's own smile faltered and the two shared a serious moment. A nod from the man across from him elicited a sigh, suddenly feeling as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

He smiled a little more before nodding. He had the joy of traveling with Lyndi for six years before she simply up and left. It wasn't exactly spontaneous. Cheveyo's little sister, Chosovi, had also joined him with Lyndi on their travels. However, two years ago she was killed when an enemy caught up to their vampire companion. Cheveyo would have been next had Lyndi not saved him and literally ripped apart the vampire right in front of his eyes. Their relationship was strained from her end from that point on as guilt and anxiety overwhelmed her. He had tried reassuring her but it didn't always work. Not too long after he woke up and found the house abandoned. The deed was put in his name and he was given a bank account with more than enough money to sustain him for years to come. She had left a note that he carried around every day since, stating that she cared for him too much to keep his life in danger by being around him.

He hadn't tried searching for her despite how badly he wanted to. Nobody ever knew where to find her and those who knew her either loved her or hated her and very, very few of them didn't hate humans. For his own safety and out of respect for her wishes he didn't seek her out. However, Cheveyo had gotten a call from Leo a few days ago saying that Lyndi needed him. He now sat, listening as Leo explained just what it was that was needed.

“Lyndi needs to be in a Coven. I don't doubt her strength or ability to take care of herself but clean blood is becoming harder to come by and humans are starting to poke their noses in where it doesn't belong... Besides, she needs to be around other vampires. She needs to learn to trust people. The world is getting more difficult for our kind to flourish as we once did.”

The human listened carefully, nodding as he spoke. He wasn't the brightest star in the sky but he certainly understood what Leo was saying. What he didn't know was why the man cared so much or how he knew Lyndi. “That, uh, might be true. But SoS doesn't really... She doesn't like being told what to do or what she needs to do... And you never told me who you are, anyways...” He canted his head to the side some, offering an apologetic gaze in case he might have offended the vampire before him. Leo seemed to understand and gave a comforting smile, placing a hand against his shoulder. He had a powerful grip. “Trust me, I know. I'm her Maker -- ” Leo paused to give a chuckle at Chev's mystified mien before continuing. “I just want what's best for her. For her to be safe. I think you know, from personal experience, that she's made some enemies. What would happen if they all decided to work together? Vampires can be quite vindictive... And she's killed some important and influential people.”

Cheveyo smiled gently and gave an understanding nod before giving a blank look. “But... Why do I need to be here?... I can't protect her against anyone...” There was a tinge of despondency in his tone as he looked down some. Leo looked upon him with some pity, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Because you might be the only thing to keep her here. I promise that you'll be well cared for here. I know the arrangement you had with Lyndi and that arrangement may remain. Just... Think about it.” Cheveyo only nodded mutely as Leo rose and exited the room.








Leo left with a weight somewhat lifted off of his chest. He knew that his Progeny would eventually forgive him in the centuries to come and they would be friends once more. He hoped. But he would stop at nothing to make sure she was safe. For now he had to handle some business. He had noticed earlier a young woman, human, wandering about with a somewhat lost expression. She was one of the few humans who happened upon the den of death with no knowledge of the place they had entered. Without knowing what they'd gotten themselves into. He had to make sure that she didn't see something and attempt to leave. Hell, he wasn't going to let her leave at all. The Spartan put on his most winsome smile as he flitted down the levels and through the rooms until the blond was in his sights.

His red eyes gleamed in the strobe lights of the room dedicated to the 2000s, target locked. Dripping with charm, he worked his wah through the crowd until he was able to grab her elbow, gently tugging her away from the throng and to the bar with a light laugh. He lifted his voice with a feigned gaze of curiosity, releasing her. “Leo -- I work security here and I haven't seen you around here before. What brings you?” As he introduced himself, he looked down at the woman who was quite petite compared to him, taking a moment to admire her. She was very beautiful and her blood smelled... Oh, it was simply to die for. It nearly made him drool though he managed to keep his cool, leaning against the bar in a more relaxed position.

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“So, a liaison specialist you say? She’s going to drag in more poor unfortunate souls? I guess you guys are going through us feed bags pretty quick; need to keep the shelves stocked.”

James smiled slightly at her remark. He loved moments like this with Ada, when things were relaxed and light between them. The jokes and the closeness put him completely at ease. He could feel her lean on him a bit more, and he grinned broadly, delighted with her actions. Knowing that he could help her be at ease as well made feelings well up inside him.

This had happened many times before, James thinking about his future…relationship…with Ada. He always dismisses the idea. She already didn’t really like to be anyone’s juice box, so James figured she wouldn’t even think about being a vampire’s girlfriend. Sighing, James once again refused to think about it and pulled Ada closer to, at least, protect her from the wind since he couldn’t warm her.

As they approached Ada’s apartment building, James instinctively pulled her closer. The air reeked of booze and smoke, reminding James of an alcoholic smoker that’s been sitting in his own filth for years. Though this was probably an exaggeration, the place reeked nonetheless. It confused James as to how Ada could stay here.

Walking up to the entrance of her apartment, James let go of Ada and turned to her.

“Until we see each other again, mon ange.”

James bowed his head down as he raised Ada’s hand to his lips. He lightly brushed his lips over a vein and kissed her hand. As he
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As her apartment complex came into view, Ada internally sighed knowing that soon she’d be alone in her small unit for the day. Well, she at least had the company of the fighting upstairs neighbors. She smirked at her own joke and watched with little interest as some local alcoholics fought with each other in a nearby alley. In all honesty she could afford to live somewhere ritzier but she wouldn’t. The vampires provided her with everything she could possibly need but it was literal blood money and her pride wouldn’t let her spend it.

Finally they reached the bottom of the complex and James kissed the back of her hand, as per usual. He had murmured some sort of French sweet nothings and she playfully rolled her eyes as she was kissed. The moment he floated up and pressed a light kiss to her cheek, Ada felt a heat fill her. Her mind came to a snap decision in that instant. James was her friend; she liked him, quite a lot. So nothing would come to be of them but when had she ever let anything keep her from acting on what she felt? Just do it.

As he pulled away she quickly turned her head, her lips meeting his. The kiss was brief and chaste, something she wasn’t use to. Still she lingered near his lips, breathing heavily.

“Are you..still hungry?”

Do what you want, life is short, fuck anyone who tells you that you can’t do something.

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Surprised by the sudden kiss, James froze up. Did she…did she just? Even his mind was a bit slow in comprehending the actions that had just taken place. All those previous thoughts about the future he could create with Ada flooded back into his mind, but this time they seemed a bit more obtainable. Though Ada had pulled her lips away from his, he could still feel the ghost of their touch and the caress of her breath.

“Are you..still hungry?”

He smiled slightly as she asked the question, still lingering near her. Remembering the small transaction they’d had earlier, James’s fangs began to elongate. He’d only taken just enough for him to survive until tomorrow, leaving him with a small twinge of hunger. It was one he was used to, but the thought of being completely satisfied was incredibly enticing. Licking his fangs and smiling, he nodded a little.

“A little bit, cher.”

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Leandra could feel the music beginning to seep inside of her skin and into her brain. She was getting carried away in the beat and sound, and the fact that she seemed to have lost her bearings in the room wasn't helping her case any. It wasn't just the music that felt like it was carrying her away - it was the crowd as well. She tried to push her way though a group of people, effectively getting glares and some weird looks in the process. She attempted a half-hearted apology that they probably couldn't hear over the music anyway, and kept trying to find her way back to one of the outside walls of the room.

It was in that moment that she felt a strong hand take hold of her elbow, pulling her gently out of the group of people she couldn't seem to find her way out of. Her head whipped in the direction of her apparent savior, hoping it wasn't some total creep that would proceed to hit on her endlessly once he'd saved her from getting even more lost in the rather large group of people. Instead, she was met with the face of one rather handsome man, clad entirely in black. He didn't seem much older than her; a light dusting of 5 o'clock shadow accented his face, and his hair was swept clean to the side. It was apparent that he was strong - Leandra could feel it in his grip, though he held her arm carefully.

A few moments later the male had pulled her up to the bar. She was sure the confusion was written clearly on her face, though a moment of realization hit her when he spoke for the first time.

"Leo -- I work security here and I haven't seen you around her before." His introduction seemed nice enough, albeit curious. Even so, Leandra could feel her heart beat skip one beat, before increasing its speed slightly. Had she really seemed that out of place? She supposed she really did look lost, or maybe he had seen her sneak in. That feeling of worry sat lightly in her stomach, before his thought was finished.

"What brings you?"

A sheepish smile found its way to her face, a bit of color in her cheeks at the realization that this guy was in fact security, and she would in fact have to admit to him that she'd more or less snuck into the building.

"Uh, well, my name is Leandra," she began, feeling the nerves kick in a bit. One of her hands found its way to the end of her hair, which she played with a bit while she spoke. "I was looking for a different club, and I sort of got lost on the way there. I wasn't planning on coming here - I didn't even know there was a club here. But I figured I could get some help, and..." She trailed off, looking between Leo and a couple other people sitting at the bar.

After a moments pause, she let out a sigh, letting go of her hair in the process. "Look, honestly, I didn't mean to sneak in, and if there's a cover charge and I need to pay, I won't mind." She offered him a smile, opening up her clutch to take out her resume sheet. "I was actually looking for management, but this place is so big that I sort of got lost." She felt the blood back in her cheeks again at this admission, though it was for reasons other than nerves. In all honesty, she was feeling better as she spoke with Leo.

She extended her resume to him as she spoke. "Actually, maybe you can help me? I was hoping to give this to the owner... I'm new to the area, and my previous employment sort of... fell through." She knew she was rambling, but at this point she couldn't help herself. "Do you know if your employer is hiring? I can dance and sing, and play piano. I'm willing and able to learn." She paused, gauging his expression. "I'm a recent graduate of Juilliard," she finished. "It's all in there." Her gesture was towards the resume sheet she held extended towards the male in her hand.

She only hoped that this wasn't all for naught.



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Theo had recently made his way to the bar, after a conversation with his 'employer'. The vampire he was travelling with was meeting with some old friends she hadn't seen in years, apparently having run into them here of all places. She told him to get himself something to drink, though he wasn't sure exactly what he'd be drinking at the bars that they had here. He didn't drink blood, for obvious reasons, and he didn't drink alcohol.

He hoped the bar tender working that night wouldn't get pissed at him if he just kept ordering waters.

Approaching the bar, he had taken a spot off to the side and out of the way of anyone just stopping over to grab something and go. When he realized who was working the bar, he relaxed a little. He had been served by Jayne on numerous occasions as of late, as well as another young male who didn't appear to be working that evening. Jayne hadn't seemed to have minded when he would order waters on those previous occasions; she had just seemed glad that he was quiet, simple to please, and kept to himself.

When he felt that Jayne was in earshot of him, he called out his order - his voice wasn't very strong, so he hoped she had heard him. "Just a water, please."

He thought that maybe one day, when he was feeling adventurous, he might order something sweeter, though non-alcoholic to be certain.

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Aphrodite sighed happily as she finally found her way through the maze that was the clubs hallways, and to the room that she knew as Caius'. She gave a quick knock before peaking in. "Caius?" She grinned and padded in. Yes, she was a bit nosy to him and liked to bother the seemingly emotionless man, but she felt like she was growing on him. "You really need to work on the layout of this place, I keep getting lost.."

She paused when she saw who was with him. Annelise. She was his personal blood slave, which would usually make her a bit hesitant about her being so close to him, but she was a human. She knew Caius' view on humans, as he had passed them down on her as well. The problem now though, was that she had recently been bit and was still slowly bleeding... This was quite painful for Aphrodite, as she was a newborn and had horrible restraint, plus she was starving. As her eyes grew more bloodshot and her hand on the doorframe tightened, almost causing splinters, she turned away. "I'll wait in the hallway.." She muttered, voice raspy from sudden thirst. "Even though your ancient, I know you can still move pretty fast. Don't take too long..". She tried to laugh it off and went into the hallway.

Her eyes shut tight as she tried to concentrate on not attacking something. This was the part about being a vampire she didn't like. She liked blood, a lot... But she didn't like the crazed feeling she got when hunger came. Almost like she could tear the first living thing she saw apart. It chilled her to the bones. Not because of her possibly endangering a human, but because she didn't want to become a blood crazed monster. Caius had once told her it would get easier eventually. She was still waiting for that day..

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Charlotte Kingsley

"Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you."

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Sara Blackmoore

But... if you wanting something, is it really so terrible to do whatever it takes to get it?

Character Portrait: Artemus Marinos
Artemus Marinos

"Please just cut to the chase. I don't have time for the extra."

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Cheveyo

"I will follow her..."

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Harrison Theodore Todd

"A strong message doesn't have to be shouted from the mountain tops. It can be whispered from the shore, too..."

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Leotychides

"You won't be needing those panties, dear."

Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates
Leandra Annibelle Gates

"We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once." (Nietzsche)

Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi
Satt Óg Samlyndi

"I am many things. Above it all, I am an apex predator."

Character Portrait: Jayne Adler
Jayne Adler

"You can't kiss Death without Death kissing you back."

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Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black
Aphrodite Black

"I've seen what humans can do to themselves. They think we are monsters? They should really look in the mirror some time."

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Artemus Marinos

"Please just cut to the chase. I don't have time for the extra."

Character Portrait: James Alexander Fortier
James Alexander Fortier

"Come on. Laugh. At least there???ll be fewer tears to clean ma ch??rie."

Character Portrait: Sara Blackmoore
Sara Blackmoore

But... if you wanting something, is it really so terrible to do whatever it takes to get it?

Character Portrait: Caius Dubois
Caius Dubois

"I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself."

Character Portrait: Harrison Theodore Todd
Harrison Theodore Todd

"A strong message doesn't have to be shouted from the mountain tops. It can be whispered from the shore, too..."

Character Portrait: Jayne Adler
Jayne Adler

"You can't kiss Death without Death kissing you back."

Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi
Satt Óg Samlyndi

"I am many things. Above it all, I am an apex predator."

Character Portrait: Castiel Novak
Castiel Novak

"Hey Mr. DJ Come hit the replay."

Character Portrait: Leotychides
Leotychides

"You won't be needing those panties, dear."

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Charlotte Kingsley

"Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you."

Character Portrait: Caius Dubois
Caius Dubois

"I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself."

Character Portrait: Leotychides
Leotychides

"You won't be needing those panties, dear."

Character Portrait: Sara Blackmoore
Sara Blackmoore

But... if you wanting something, is it really so terrible to do whatever it takes to get it?

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Alastair Devlin

"You don't understand how important humans are."

Character Portrait: Castiel Novak
Castiel Novak

"Hey Mr. DJ Come hit the replay."

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Harrison Theodore Todd

"A strong message doesn't have to be shouted from the mountain tops. It can be whispered from the shore, too..."

Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates
Leandra Annibelle Gates

"We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once." (Nietzsche)

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Scotty Dombrovski

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

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James Alexander Fortier

"Come on. Laugh. At least there???ll be fewer tears to clean ma ch??rie."


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