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Lien Hue

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift. - Mary Oliver

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a character in “La Luna Sangre”, as played by Gizibae

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“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”





✘An alpha who was never meant to lead.
✘All female.
✘Thirty One.
✘Two Hundred and Five. [Werewolf Standards.]
✘Rogue and angry at the world.
✘Has an acquired apatite for human flesh over all.
✘Often has a hard time controlling the beast within. Can usually be described as a bit unstable.
✘Enjoys the company of vampires, mostly.
✘Has been known to play the role of 'hell hound' in order to protect a coven.

✘Appearance:

A china doll by appearance. Porcelain skin, titian colored eyes. Petite build, lithe form, long raven locks. In other words, completely deceiving.

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✘Personality:

Even if the she-wolf keeps an illusive consistency, she is not one who simply shows her belly when told to. A strong will and an impetuous nature are what contribute to the very make-up of this woman and she finds it all too easy to rebel against the natural order of things. She also feels that 'traditions' and old belief systems should at once be tossed aside, in return making room for new ideals.

Lien's bite is far worse than her bark and if crossed, she will find every which way to bring her opponent or enemy down without so much as shred of dignity.

She is loyal to those who show her loyalty, and is a smart ally to keep in the on going war around.

[Special Note ] : Tends to hang around cemeteries and sleep in them. When the rain pours and there is mud to be found , she will instinctively roll around within it.


✘History:

[Flashback: Her Mind.]

Year: 1839

I remember quite vividly, the weather that Shanghai had produced the night I became something more than a calloused human in a frail body. Rain had chanced upon the streets like a steady drum to further my decent into a destructive life. You see, the guilo were very much fixated on forcing trade with China,and therefore had flooded our country with a drug by the name of Opium.

Naturally, Opium had become my very favorite addiction as I frequented less than reputable dens all through the streets of my birthplace. It had started with just a small taste, and sky rocketed into an even greater need. It was an excuse, a pain reliever and my dilemma.

I had met a man who would inevitably become the one who bit me . He was of British descent, my alpha, and I frequently recall his name on lonely nights. We did much together. We laughed, we made love, we cherished what was not our’s to take. We knew it had been short lived when he did not escape the first opium war,and our secret had been unraveled by locals with cheap superstitions and his conniving pack of wolves.

I had never come face to face with a hunter, nor had I any knowledge of what they were about, until they had ripped my lover's grasp from my own, exacting a hell I had only read about in books. From then on, I was forced to wander the world alone, and make my own destiny as a creature of lore.

My change was as painful as any, and as uncontrollable as most. I was frightened at first, but reeled myself back in when I realized there was much power to behold…




✘Iventory:

A picture of her dead lover.
An old Chinese style sword dipped in poison.
Two Berettas ( 92 series ).
A freezer full of raw meat.
Limited edition Under Age red lipstick.
A large aquarium stocked with goldfish.




✘Lien usually keeps to herself unless dealing with unwanted guests, or enemies. However, she has been known to surface out into the city to explore what it must have been like to be a human, to jog old memories, to get some fresh air.

So begins...

Lien Hue's Story

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Image"I see...big things in your future." Gwen said as she waved her hands over the ball of crystal that sat in its gold stand on the table before her. The person sitting in the chair across from her snorted and she felt a hand reach out and smack her wrist. "Gwen, I didn't come here for the fake who-do you do for some of your more gullible clients." Nat said, picking at the grime beneath her nails. Apparently she hadn't cleaned up as thoroughly as she thought after her lunch. "I came to have tea with my psychic friend." The resulting snort almost elicited a laugh in response. Almost. "Natalie DiCamillo, don't lie to me. We both know you're here to see if I can see anything about the bloodsucker who was there that night and where you might find him now."

ImageNatalie sighed and ran her hands through her hair. Once a month for the past five years, Natalie had been coming to Gwen to find out information on the man that might be her master. But she was also hoping Gwen could help fill in the gaps in her memory, but every time she tried, Gwen said there was a fog surrounding them. Anytime she'd try to get through it to reach the memories, she'd be diverted to a different one. One that Nat had no problem remembering. The night she took her first life. Angelina her maid. Thinking of it now almost made her lose her lunch. She took a deep breath and looked up at her unlikely friend. Nat never thought she'd be friends with a witch. Then again, she didn't know real spell casting witches existed. She also hadn't believed in vampires so served her right.

"If you're willing to try, Nat, I am, but I don't think we'll be any more successful this time." Nat shook her head. She was already reeling from the memory that's haunted her for years, made stronger by meditation and incense. She didn't think attempting to unlock those memories would do her any good. She needed a drink. And dinner. But definitely a drink. "How about we head for the club instead?"

Gwen frowned at her friend but doused the incense stick and rose to gather her things. "Drinking isn't going to make it any easier. You're putting the block there yourself. There's something your mind doesn't want you to see. Do you really want to find out what they are?" Nat didn't bother to respond. It was the same conversation they had every time they tried. And Gwen already knew her response. No use wasting the air that was no longer hers to repeat herself. Instead she grabbed her own things and headed for the door. She waited for Gwen to lock up behind them before making their way to the cities most popular and supernaturally populated nightclub: 1400 Rooftop.

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Drystan walked through the doors of Chupitos 507, a dive bar he enjoyed frequenting since he came to Panama City. He'd tried every one of their 507 different shots, and each of them were fantastic in his opinion, though he did have a favourite few. He sat at the bar, leaning forward onto the counter on his elbows, casually browsing the bar with his eyes. "What'll it be tonight, Drystan?" the bartender asked nonchalantly. Drystan frequented the joint so often that he and every bartender that worked in the place had come to be on a first name basis.

"Surprise me, John..." Drystan replied, not really caring what he happened to drink tonight, though he did know that it was going to be quite a lot of whatever it was. Drystan sighed when John brought him a eight different shots, all on a small tray.

"Looks to me like you're probably in need of this tonight, eh? On the house, Drystan." Drystan smiled at him, thankful for the man he'd come to know fairly well in the time he spent in the bar. What he didn't know was that today was the anniversary of his meeting the love of his life, Lien, and how difficult it always was for Drystan to deal with this day on his own, knowing he'd never be able to hold his love in his arms again.

He finished his shots and was feeling just tipsy enough to get through the night. A woman in a tight, short, black dress approached him at the bar, taking a seat next to him, crossing her legs, the toe of her pumps brushing Drystan's shin seductively. "Hey, stranger," she said, making eyes at him, a small smirk spreading across her dark red lips. "What's a man as handsome as you doin' here all by his lonesome?" she asked, batting her fake lashes.

"Dealing with things that you couldn't even imagine in your young little life..." he said dryly. She made a disgusted face as if she couldn't believe he'd dare speak to her in such a manner, but Drystan couldn't have cared less in that moment. He just wished that he would maybe, just maybe, see Lien again someday. Though how would she react after thinking he'd been dead all these long years? He figured she was probably in much more pain than he was, and he almost felt selfish for feeling sorry for himself, even in the slightest. He just continued to hope, to pray even, to whatever god or gods might be listening to his wish.

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Drystan left the bar around just past midnight, having had enough of the drinks and the late night bar life for the night. At this point, he just wanted to breathe some fresh air, air he didn't have to share with other people who were most likely less deserving of it. Not that he in particular deserved to breathe any sort of air. He kicked himself mentally, regrets of his past haunting him as usual, unable to push the thoughts from his always active mind. "Drystan!" a deep voice called. Naturally, it was Drystan's pack Alpha. "Hey, Drystan. Where've you been? By the smell of you, I'd say a bar. Drinking without us? How could you?" he chuckled. "Look, we're gunna meet the rest of the pack at 1400 Rooftop. You're coming. You can't say no." And with a clap on Drystan's shoulder and a small skip in his step, he was off. Drystan sighed, knowing he didn't particularly wish to go to a club, but he couldn't refuse his Alpha's orders, even if they were ridiculous and childish. Unfortunately, the Alpha always got his way or there would be certain hell to pay. Drystan made his way to 1400 Rooftop, hoping he could at least continue to "drown his sorrows" for the night.

Drystan pushed open the door to the club, immediately hit with the reeking stench of too many different supernaturals all in one small space, but he made his way into the club, finding his pack quickly by their scent. He sat among them, and they ordered a round of strong whiskey-based drinks. Drystan knocked his back too fast, but he didn't care. He looked around the club, one eye closed from the headache that had managed to creep up on him, and noticed two girls come into the club, one was inevitably a vampire by her appearance, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what the other was. Witch maybe?
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  1. Sorry this was sooo long. Just wanted to set up backstory. Expect shorter next time. ;D

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✘ |March, 1812//Location: Shanghai, China| Infection

Lien's heart beat with the swinging motions of lust, and want and need. It felt as if it were about to burst out until she could feel the imprints of her lover's teeth digging ferociously into the nape of her neck. It was unlike anything ever felt before as they dug deeper and deeper into flesh and she stifled a whimper from warm lips.

Though he was trying to be gentle, strong jaws exerted a needed pressure. Lien did not crave the bite, more so craved eternity with him... His grip had tighten over her, as if to not allow release and a slow trickle of blood had begun it's journey downwards to the silken bed sheets below. He allowed his tongue to moisten the wound even more so, careful to intermingle infected saliva within the open gash he'd left behind.

That pain was something she would always associate the change with and the night she lost him....


✘|Two Years Ago|Prelude to Instability

She awoke just as the last bit of sun had been swallowed by pregnant clouds and the first kiss of rain had fallen from a leaden sky. The taste of copper was still fresh upon her pink tongue as it ran it's course across full lips. Madness was as frequent as the change. Desperately hungry and yet, no single morsel could quench such pain. Humanity was a distant memory, slightly speckled with the scent of opium and a longing to belong. Each day the beast crawled more frequently to the surface and each night, her descent into oblivion crept ever near. Image

It was a dark cage in which she lived, taunted by a life outside. Lien Hue had felt wet sand beneath her pale exterior as watchful eyes had finally come to. The surroundings all too familiar, the scent of the storm upon her nostrils. A breeze carried the rain, just as blue waves had crashed upon the shore and her recollections once again carried sharp edges. She frequently recalled such instances where fear was pleasure and death was attainable. A she-wolf in doll's clothing, engulfed in the luxury of a human's frail world. A world in which she often tampered with, murdered within and feasted upon. The ages had been kind to her, but the secret was fast unraveling. The food source more privy, the vampires more controlling. Earth would spin on for eons more but how long before it fell upon it's own axis? An icy gaze had been ripped from the void of deep waters before she had pulled herself from where she lay. Better to seek cover now, then find herself in trouble again.

The beach had been desolate with not one soul in sight. Likely, the unstable weather was more of a threat to those who took to this place for leisure. Even as the woman silently walked away from where she had found herself, she could not help but look back once and again. Feeling as though she were just as the storm was. A threat. Bare feet had carried Lien towards the streets. She was careful to find the alley ways and short cuts to a little place one might call home. A small apartment in Panama. Expensive, a little lavish and it was right in the middle of where a predator might reside.

Closest to life, closest to the fray.


✘|Tonight| Shall We Unravel Together?

Electric neon flashed with a gentle hum beneath the noise of traffic and the loud chatter of patrons weaving in and out of life without so much as a coherent thought. Lien Hue had been left to her own fate nearly three hours after the bite, over two hundred years ago. There had been no alpha to teach her the ways in which to behave and no one to explain why humans were not cattle to be slaughtered. She'd glanced upon them with precision, easily picking out the weak from the strong. How easy it would have been to render flesh from bone just that moment. However, tonight did not allow a needed feeding. Image

The master of the city, [Serafino/Fino] an ancient vampire had come to call and all she could do was answer. Swayed by temptation and ruled by the common pleasures he had brought. Money, protection and silent companionship on nights in which only her alpha could have fulfilled. Empty was Lien Hue. Misguided by the carnality in which her affliction carried.

In return, he had asked her to work certain evenings as extra muscle for the Rooftop. A devastatingly beautiful nightclub filled with exotic drinks, and an array of creature features. Perfection to a vampire's eyes.

It was nights like these though, when Panama was busiest and the supernaturals were insatiable, that the she-wolf felt at peace. The world kept spinning at a dizzying pace, and there was no time to stand still and sulk. It kept her mind from falling apart, and the beast at bay...for now.

Lavish stilettos clacked against cracked pavement before brushing past two large males at the door. They were familiar with the doll's face, even more familiar with what hid beneath her porcelain physique. Digits had been shoved within the pockets of ripped denim as she casually attempted to part the dance floor before bumping into an acquaintance named Claude. " Wheres Fino? "Lien asked before allowing her eyes to wander a bit. Something hit those senses like a ton of bricks as nostrils sniffed at the air. The scent was so familiar as it intermingled with everyone else's. But why couldn't she place it?

Claude merely shook his head. " I haven't seen him in a while. Probably lurking in the shadows, traipsing around with one of the local whores as usual. "

Slender brows had knitted together in a frown before the woman had responded. " You're probably correct. "

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ImagePatrons could feel the bass coming from Rooftop before the doors even opened. Nat surmised that, for vampires at least, it was the closet thing to a normal beating heart they would ever feel. Even she savored the feeling everytime they visited the club. It was the only time she felt human in her demonic skin. Gwen wasn't much for the noise, but enjoyed the drinks and some of the music really spoke to her in ways some of the music spoke to Nat. That was the thing about rooftop. It was a home for all supernaturals. It was a common ground. Sure it was run, according to rumor, by a vampire, but the way it was run made it a home for all. If there was ever a turf war, it never went far. There were drinks for the races. Music. Hell even culture night for each where the groups would get together and party it up safely. Gwen had gone to the culture night for witches more than once, but Nat never bothered. Though it would help to find him she knew enough to know that their culture night probably had feedings and she had a hard enough a time as it was to keep from seeing humans as a food source. Taking away the fear of being caught and the light to see what she was doing and it was a recipe for loosing control. In fact she was surprised she hadn't heard of a time when someone lost control here.

Image The two supernaturals walked up to the bar and took a seat on the stools there. Almost as soon as their feet touched the bar attached to the side of.. well the bar, a handsome bartender approached them. "Evening, ladies," he crooned, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "What can I get for you tonight?" Gwen thought about cleverly asking for his number, but before she could open her mouth Nat requested, "She'll have an apple crisp and I'll have an extra bloody mary." The bartender's nostrils flared but his smile never wavered. "Coming right up." And he left to mix their drinks. "What the hell was that?" Gwen asked, smacking Nat's arm.

Nat snorted, "What? Did you want something else?" Gwen shook her head and sighed opting for silence rather than answering. Gwen adored her friend, but sometimes it was difficult to be social around her. Nat would rather have people leave her alone than to interact with them. The bare minimum was all she needed from people. Well, people that weren't Gwen. "Forget it." They sat in silence and watched the dancers move about them. Some were jumping up and down. Others were grinding on each other so hard, they might as well been naked and in a bedroom. The club smelled like alcohol, sweaty bodies, and mixtures of perfumes and colognes probably more expensive than what you'd find in a department store. That's the thing about this place. It's full of ancient beings who have lived long enough to make their money and their names before they turned a century. Nat was a child in comparison. Which was another reason she avoided culture nights.

After their drinks arrived and they chatted until the buzz filled their veins and they finally felt ready to dance, the two found themselves laughing and whirling through the club. Gwen sensed eyes on her almost as soon as they entered the club, but felt they were closer now. She looked behind her to see an attractive, older looking male watching her. It was only for a brief moment, but she had enough liquid courage in her system to muster up the motivation to go and talk to him. She took a deep breath and approached. "Not much of a dancer, huh?" she asked him.

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Drystan sat in silence among his pack, savouring the heartbeat-like sound of the bass that was constantly pumping like blood through the club. It tended to drown out unwanted feelings. Drystan found that though he was keeping quiet and mostly to himself, he couldn't take his eyes from the two girls that had come in. He was still trying to pick out what the one was. Before he knew it, she'd stood and was making her way over to him. "Not much of a dancer, huh?" she asked.

"No. Not particularly," he replied, not really wishing to dance tonight, as he was still feeling uneasy in sorrow. She didn't seem like she was going to leave so easily though. He sighed, standing and placing his drink on the small coffee table in front of him. "You know what? Let's dance. Why not?" He took her gently by the wrist, leading her onto the dance floor. He really wasn't much of a dancer, so he mostly followed the rhythm of the bodies around them, just hoping that she'd join in and play along.

It felt like ages that they were on the dance floor, though he knew it had probably only been maybe ten or fifteen minutes. He was growing tired, and he stopped midway through a song. "I apologize. I'm just not feeling up to this..." He could feel his face returning to its somewhat somber expression, the exhaustion of the night's emotions finally weighing in on him. "Your friend looks as though she is in desperate need of saving anyway," Drystan said, motioning towards the bar, where a few men had sort of gathered themselves around the girl she'd come into the club with.

Drystan was making his way back to his pack, ready to tell them that he needed to retire for the night, when he caught a very,
very familiar scent. Lien...? he wondered to himself, but there was no possible chance. But that scent... It smelled so much like her, but he knew that it was impossible. There was no way in hell that he would be so lucky as to find Lien again, especially in a place like this. And on the night they'd met so many, many years ago. He shook the thought from his head, but he couldn't shake the smell from his nose. It was bringing up so many feelings in him, feelings that he couldn't quite handle, not tonight.

Drystan turned to make his way out of the club, pushing through the bodies on the dance floor, the smell only becoming stronger and picking at his brain. "You're probably correct." He heard an all too familiar voice say. His heart skipped too many beats in his chest and his lungs felt as though they were unable to grasp any of the air around him. Lien...?? He turned around, searching for the person the voice belonged to. Then he caught it, the unmistakable raven black hair, the way she carried herself, there was absolutely no mistaking.

He approached her, her back still towards him. "Lien?" he said softly, but loud enough for her to hear, as he grasped her wrist softly, unsure of what was going to unfold.
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Image The man before her looked, to Gwen anyway, in need of cheering up. There was a sadness about him and he seemed uncomfortable with the volume of the club. "No. Not Particularly." He replied. Gwen opened her mouth to reply with something along the lines of Good. I needed a break anyway, When he changed his answer to "You know what? Let's dance. Why not?", and she found herself being pulled onto the dance floor once more. As soon as his hand closed around her wrist, she got flashes of teeth and fur and a small Asian woman. Lien... Then they were dancing and he had let go.

Werewolf. He was a werewolf. She forced her body to move with some rhythm while she pondered telling him what she saw. She wasn't sure if it was the past or the future. It could even be something on his mind. In the end she thought better of it and just kept on dancing. After two or three songs, he seemed called out to her, "I apologize. I'm just not feeling up to this..." in the middle of a song. She smiled softly and nodded in reply. She was looking more for a companion than someone to potentially go home with later and he seemed distracted by the thoughts in his head. "Your friend looks as though she is in desperate need of saving anyway," He said as he point towards the bar.

ImageGwen turned and indeed, Nat was getting into trouble. And by the looks of her stance, it was quite possible that things could get messy. "Oh shit.." she whispered. "Thanks. Oh and by the way," before he could walk away from her she slipped one of her business cards into the front pocket of his clothes. "Come visit if you ever need to talk to someone. I'm more help than you would think." And from there she wandered back over towards the bar.

"I leave you alone for five minutes and you seem to attract all the men and get yourself into trouble." She said as she approached the group.





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Image Somewhere between the bar and the dancefloor, Nat had lost sight of Gwen, but she was flying so high on the alcohol, music, and scent of blood, that she didn't care. She swayed when the music swayed, jumped when the beat jumped, and just went with the flow of things. She danced by herself, danced with others, danced against others. There were times she felt her clothes ride up and felt hands on her arms, shoulders, and waist, but she didn't care. She was lost in the sensations. For a solid moment she didn't even remember that she wasn't human.

Until she got a little too closed to an exposed throat and her hunger flared. He smelled like AB positive. Her favorite. She always gad a taste for the rare. For a moment she allowed herself to take in the scent. She told herself she was just smelling. She wouldn't taste him. It wasn't just the smell of food that allured her. Oh no. It was the mix of blood, cologne, and lust. It had been a good while since she last rolled around in the sack for fun. She felt her fangs lengthen and she was inches from his throat when the song ended and the room was elapsed into a very short silence, but it was enough. She pulled back and disappeared from the crowd.

Image She stumbled up to the bar and asked for a virgin bloody mary, emphasis on the bloody. Screw trying to be subtle about what she was. If the bartender hadn't already picked it up, he was an idiot and deserved whatever came of it. No, Nat. You're looking it. Breathe.
She was breathing but it was so hot and the room smelled delicious and if her bartender didn't get her a drink quickly, she'd just have to drink from the tap.... if you catch my drift.

No sooner as the thought crossed her mind had the bartender set down her drink and made his way to the other side of the bar. Smart pup. She drank deeply until nothing remained but a slight red tint to the glass. She licked her lips and sighed. It was cold blood, but it was good. And satisfying. She has just started to look for her friend when three guys walked up to her. Hunger of a different sort in their eyes and a confidence to their stride she didn't like. "Um.. Can I help you?"

"You left before we could finish our dance, Baby. Needed to refuel? I can help with that." The one in the middle purred. "In case you hadn't noticed, the song had ended and a girl needs a break. You try dancing in heels." She replied. The man smiled, "Well we could move the dance to my place. My boys and I entertain quite well. You could take your shoes off there. Among other things." His eyes moved down her body and back up slowly, snagging on her chest. She turned her back to him, hoping the pup would come back and potentially kick the scumbag from the club, but he was down on the other end flirting with some Asian girl. "Trust me. I'm not your type." Obviously turning her back to them didn't work because he was now beside her, his mouth inches from her ear. "Oh don't be so sure. I don't mind biters." He knew what she was. Which meant he was probably the same. So it was to be like that then, huh?

She turned and smiled seductively, anger burning in her eyes. Her fangs slowly slid from her gums. Feasting on each other wasn't illegal in any way. In fact, most found it pleasurable. Unfortunately, if no one rescued the scum soon. It wouldn't be a pleasant feeling. That's when Gwen came up.

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The warm touch of a masculine hand had firmly, yet almost hesitantly took a hold of the woman's slender wrist. Teeth had grit together, as if the beast had been ready to rear it's ugly maw. Instead, a plush upper lip had raised just a bit as a deep, velveteen growl had escaped her throat. A warning, before Lien had turned to face the assailant. It was then that wintry pools had widened in reticent surprise before narrowing in disbelief. Perhaps it was anger that took hold, before any kind of reckoning could take it's place. The she-wolf began to seethe, unable to get so much as a word out. It was as if she was being taunted by a ghost and the feelings that had been buried carefully beneath had been excavated by it's constant torment.

Quickly, Lien had pulled away from his grasp, her eyes still fixated upon the intricate details of the face that had left her behind. Though, she could not deny the what once had been for Drystan was warm honey mixed within an open wound. Image

Just as the proverbial ice had begun to melt, she felt tension from another area of the bar. Hackles were being raised, and there was something a bit more sinister to witness. One of the bouncers had made a quick gesture with his fingers, directing her vision towards the bar counter and yet, her attention remained up the Alpha. " You're alive..." It wasn't much, but that was all that could be mustered before Lien Hue had coldly turned upon the heel of her expensive shoes and began to push her way forward and away from him. Just in time, or so it seemed before that insincere facade began to crack.

They were a group of young vampires. Fledgling children of irresponsible types. Left to their own desires to wreak havoc on the masses on a Saturday night and none the wiser. It looked like someone else was attempting to help out the damsel in distress. Apparently, chivalry wasn't dead. Did they not know who ran this place? Lien could only make an educated guess before grabbing one by the back of the neck and snapping him away from his uncomfortably close proximity of the female. " Marco, Marco, Marco... Didn't learn your lesson last time...tsk tsk tsk." He was squirming beneath her grasp, but it only tightened further with each knee jerk reaction. " Keep fighting, and i'll crush your windpipe. " Her voice was smooth as silk, hinting at the danger that lay dormant beneath.

" Oh shit, it's that she-bitch !! " One of Marco's friends had pipped up with a half smirk, as if unaware of the very real consequences he'd face when all was said and done. Even if the name was entirely too appropriate, Lien had scoffed at the boy's remark. "You know I made a blood pact with Fino right? All I have to do is say his name and he'll be here. " [That could have been a small lie]. It was a different age, where werewolf and kindred could get along. Bat and wolf free to roam the night, free to ravage those who's innocence had been lost. Remarks and sneers had still been made. In fact, she still carried the mark of traitor upon her onyx hide. But Serafino had been there when no one else was. The crowd of fledglings had gone quiet...

That was when another group had come up. Older ones, more refined around the edges and quite aware of the stakes. " Wont be able to call a master if you can't talk. " Came a burly voice. This one was more than likely the ring leader and he just happened to be carrying a pistol that just happened to be aimed and cocked at the wolf's head. Silver bullets, by the way.

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After a while of what seemed to be Lien struggling with her emotions and what to do, all she could muster to say was: "You're alive..." And in the next moment, she was pushing through the crowd, trying to get away from him. He watched her approach the small group of males that were obviously irritating the young woman at the bar. He moved closer; now that he knew she was safe, he wasn't going to let himself let her vanish from his life. "Is there a problem over here?" a man asked the group, exuding confidence, but Drystan could smell the fear on him, even if it was ever so slight.

Then Lien jumped in, obviously knowing the patrons by name, though Drystan wondered how. Another group approached them, they seemed older, and one of them threatened Lien. "Won't be able to call a master if you can't talk." He had a pistol aimed at Lien's head, and Drystan could only assume that it was loaded with silver bullets.

Drystan moved fast, very fast, towards the group, positioning himself between Lien and the man who was threatening her, grabbing the pistol and aiming it at his own head in the same moment, much too swift for the man to react in time. A deep, menacing growl came from the depths of Drystan's throat, coated in an anger no one would want to test. "I suggest you leave before things get real ugly." Drystan snarled, baring his teeth. The original small group of vampires had quickly made their way away from the scene, obviously not wanting to get mixed up in things.

Before the man had the time to respond, Drystan quickly and fluidly managed to seize the gun from his hands, quickly emptying the bullets from the chamber. He took the end of the barrel and bent it downwards, his anger only increasing his already inhuman strength. He dropped the twisted gun into his hands, his eyes filled with a fire that wouldn't be extinguished any time soon. "Get the hell out." Drystan growled. "And you can tell whatever vile, lowlife master you belong to that you won't be tolerated in the slightest the next time you try to pull a stunt." Drystan growled again as the men left, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

He realized that the club had gone silent save for the music, and his pack was staring directly at him. Drystan wasn't exactly sure what to do, so he took a seat at the bar. "A round of beers for the whole house, on me," he said, exasperated.
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Location: 1400 Rooftop || Hex: #601469






Image So much happened in the few moments after Gwen approached the group. A man approached the group, trying the friendly, but threatening approached. Followed by an asian woman Gwen found familiar though she was almost positive that she had seen her somewhere before. And then the man who had graciously danced with her even though his heart was not in it. With each newcomer, the tension thickened.

Gwen grabbed Nat's wrist and held on, whispering calming words and trying to clear the aura in the area around them. There was something familiar about the first man as well. Not so much his looks but... the feeling of him. It was faint but it was there. Like a memory from too long ago to make a clear image, but something important. The woman mentioned the master of the club, which meant she probably worked there. Was that where she knew her from? And the anger from the man she danced with. The one she slipped the card to, exploded with the kind of fury she expected from a werewolf, but not one as emotionally exhausted as she saw him earlier. There was something bigger going on with him. Wait... her eyes darted to the asian woman again. And it clicked, she was the one from the vision. No wonder.

She felt Nat starting to shake and she looked over at her friend. She was calming down. Her fangs were sliding back into her gums and her eyes weren't burning. She was taking deep breaths and leaning closer to Gwen and farther from the group that had amassed before them. The vampires ran from the werewolf; a story she would have to save to tell at a later date if she ever ran into them again. And just like that it was over. Gwen stepped in front of Nat and thanked the group. "Thanks for stepping in. I don't know how that would've gone if you hadn't stepped in. All of you." She looked at each one in turn and even gave a knowing smile to the last man, and tilted her head slightly towards the woman. "Is there anything we can do to show our thanks?"

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Marco's neck was still being squeezed by Lien as his tip toes barely touched the ground as she had refused to let go. It would seem that he wasn't too keen on escaping, despite the fact that his backup had just ran off. No doubt to lick their proverbial wounds and report back to what ever rogue vampire groups they came from. Of course, retaliation was expected. There were some who still could not get along with others. Even so, werewolf and vampire alike seemed to only stick to the same kind. Image

Lien Hue was quite different and her choice had been made ages ago. The night werewolf turned against their own, was the night she switched sides. But it would seem all for not now, as the one she lost had suddenly appeared as if out of thin air.

Drystan's display of aggression was familiar to the she-wolf. Perhaps, it was even a distant reminder of how he used to be. However, something was held back beneath his eyes even as they blazed brightly. There was still more, and yet he chose to stifle it. How easy it must have been for him and how hard it always was for her. Resentment seeped into those veins like wildfire set ablaze. But the woman couldn't find it within herself to completely express how betrayed and alone he had made her feel. In fact, she hadn't even thanked him but took her attention elsewhere to the woman wanting to thank them for their efforts.

"Just be more aware around here and don't let your kindred friend over there slip off the ledge too far. I saw those fangs and so did everyone else." It was clear that Lien was delightfully unaware of the precision in which the witch carried, and her ability to see past and future. Too self absorbed in current situations to really pay attention. Image

The same bouncer who had alerted her earlier, had made another hand gesture. This time facing a shadowed part of the bar counter. It was Fino, who had been watching all along, quietly applauding his wolf for her actions. He held his glass up and then downed it before slamming fine crystalline back down onto cold surface. It wasn't just companionship between them, there was much much else.

Serafino had been made into a peculiar rumor, a legend and a legacy. It was also part of this city's superstitions that an ancient vampire wandered the night, snacking on children as they slept and glamouring young women into bed. The latter part was true. He held a Casanova complex, entombed in the perfect chiseled physique of an earth God.

Most would worship the ground he walked upon....Most.

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ImageNearly as soon as Charlie had spoken, all hell broke loose. The man whose shoulder he was touching whipped his head around, fangs bared. Charlie jumped, unused to such blatant displays of inhumanity in his previously sheltered life. The woman he'd been crowding had her fangs out as well. The other woman put her hand on her friendship wrist, and the whispers she made pulled at the energy in an unnatural way that reminded Charlie of when his grandmother would soothe him as a child. Magic. His eyes locked on her for what seemed like just a second when the Asian woman approached, followed closely by serious looking man.

Charlie was from a red state. He wasn't unfamiliarity with guns, but something about the pistol that vampire pulled tugged at his gut in a way he'd recently learned to trust. But just as quickly as it all escalated, the two newest members of the little gathering dispatched the aggressors with a threateningly casual demeanor. As if they did this kind of thing every day. For all he knew, they did.

Even as the woman's friend thanked them all, Charlie knew he'd done just about nothing to really help besides getting in the way.

"I know I did the least," he said, "but I think I'm gonna ask for the most here. That trick you did with the air, the vibe, whatever you want to call it. Was that a spell?" He lowered his voice at the end of the sentence, leaning in conspiratorily. "Where did you learn that?"


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Drystan continued drinking as more things started to unfold. He felt the air shift around them as a dark figure emerged from the shadows and made its way over to them. Their smell was far too familiar. Serafino. Drystan's eyes narrowed as the fanger approached. Most people worshiped the ground this man walked on, his debonair attitude and appearance carrying him. Drystan rolled his eyes and turned away, drinking more. He felt a tap on his shoulder. "Hey, Casanova, what the hell was that, huh?" the grizzly voice said. It was Damon, Drystan's Alpha. He hada cheeky side smile going on that both said "Alright, get some." but also "You'd better be careful, or we're gunna have a problem."

"Uh, nothing. We'll talk about it later. Just...not here," Drystan said, tossing a side glance at Lien,
who Serafino had approached at this point.

"Well, well," Serafino said, his voice smooth and almost velvety, but it had a slight raspy undertone that Drystan assumed girls swooned over. "What have we here? Tsk, tsk. You know I don't like trouble in my club. That's why I hired you. And then this guy just steps in? No, no, no, my dear. We can't have that. It makes my extra muscle look weak," he said quietly to Lien, a small growl in his voice now, a bite in the word "weak." Drystan didn't like this guy one bit, though he already knew that. Drystan plopped his glass down on the bar, which made a distinct sound, before spinning himself around on his barstool to face Serafino.

"Last thing you need in your club is a pretty face getting shot up by the one thing that'll take it down for good. Figured you'd care at least a little more about the muscle you hire, but you probably have too many things to 'care' about, huh?" Drystan was getting a lip on him, which he knew he shouldn't, especially with Serafino, but he couldn't help it. Adrenaline was still pumping through him, even though the fight was over. Serafino almost glided over to him, putting his face very close to Drystan's, and Drystan had to try to not scrunch his nose at the scent of him.

"And just who the hell do you think you are?" Serafino purred, the growl still at the back of his throat, held back for the moment. Drystan turned slightly to grab his glass, downed the rest of it, and stood.

"I'm nobody." And with that, he started making his way out of the club, pushing through the bodies that were more or less still dancing, but were mostly just dumbfounded and shocked over the events that had unfolded.
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Once the thrill of excitement had passed, and the usual crowd had settled back into it's party attitude, the DJ started to throw down a more atmospheric tune. A chill installment of an older song, mixed for the masses to consume and with that, the other three faces Lien had intermingled with had dispersed, themselves. Image

Fino's style of entrance was not beyond the woman's comprehension, in fact she'd seen it done a time or two. Though, the idea of him and her past interacting in the same room was undeniably awkward and the intensity was already predestined to end badly. After the ancient vampire had donned his best 'I'm a bad man/vampire/don't touch me or mine' representation, Drystan had quite readily stepped off with all the gusto of backing down. Once again, not how Lien had recalled him back then. That and the fact he, himself, had a superior now. So he'd given up the whole alpha position, or so it seemed.

The she-wolf had flashed a glance towards Fino for the moment, as if unsure if she should follow Drystan or fall back by his side. But that same furrow of slender brows had returned to harden those porcelain features before she had shoved passed another few bodies to exit after the werewolf. Lien Hue was still conflicted on how to act, or even how to speak to him.

He had been her Alpha, after all. Her lover, her confidant and for only a short time. " Running away must be a hobby. You're quite good at it. " She had slipped in front him by then, allowing direct eye contact. " Care to let me in on the careful secret you've kept all these years? Two hundred and five to be exact. I mean, it must be nothing to you now, being so long ago... " There was a false sense of all knowing, because she really didn't. She could only assume. " Oh, and I didn't need you to play hero back there, by the way. I've been able to go this long without you." That was due to Fino's protection. Lien was a savvy woman, a sort of underhanded type when it came down to it, but again, she would have been ripped limb from limb ages ago had it not been for him. She pondered if Drystan had caught any of that back at the club.

Probably not. No need to rush into that possibly touchy subject, right?


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"Running away must be a hobby. You're quite good at it." Her words stung as she moved in front of him, her eyes boring into his own, stopping him in his tracks as he was attempting to leave. Before he could answer, she continued: "Care to let me in on the careful secret you've kept all these years? Two hundred and five to be exact. I mean, it must be nothing to you now, being so long ago... Oh, and I didn't need you to play hero back there, by the way. I've been able to go this long without you." Again, her words stung him, and he couldn't imagine how she had felt all this time, all of these years. These long two hundred and five years. He brushed a few pieces of her hair behind her ear, his fingertips skimming along her cheekbone as he did, the feel of her skin something he never thought he'd be able to feel again.

"Lien..." he started, unsure of what exactly he was going to say to her. What could he say? He had to say something. "I'm so sorry, Lien. I know you probably won't believe me, but I never, never wanted to have to leave you... But I had to in order to protect you. I can see now that you don't need my protecting, but back then, you were too new to this, too vulnerable. And I was just going to put you in danger if I came back to you, and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I'd gotten you hurt or killed." His eyes stared into hers, looking for some sort of understanding, but she looked angry, which he could completely understand. "I know I probably can't say anything to atone for leaving you all those years ago,but believe me, it was for the best. It killed me inside to have to leave you, and you've been on my mind every day for the past two hundred and five years. Almost seventy-five thousand days of not being able to get you off of my mind..." He placed his hand gently on her cheek, holding her face and staring into her eyes intensely. There was so much tension between them, it was driving Drystan's senses absolutely crazy. He slid his hand fingertips under her hair at the nape of her neck, locking his fingers there and pulling her into him, his other hand moving to her waist, gripping it firmly. "You still drive my senses insane," he said with a small, sensual growl at the back of his throat.
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" Protection or not, you left me to an even more disastrous fate. " The furrow of brows only deepened as they depicted a scowl. " I wandered alone as I became a monster and I preyed upon the human population with an insatiable appetite. " She allowed his finger to brush against the warmth of her skin but the beast didn't hesitate to show it's crimson stained mug beneath those irises. " As I still do today with the ease and callousness of any blood hungry beast. I enjoy the kill." Image

As Drystan attempted to pull her forward, Lien pulled away. " And now I always will. " Spite had dripped from each word as they spilled from painted lips, and her voice was hushed beneath the ever changing moon. The stars were their witness as she gave testimony to the thing he had created. " You left me with no choice. That vampire in there, the one they call Fino? He's my savior. " The she-wolf couldn't help but try to put some extra sting on that last part, blinded by anger and drowned in an eternity of sorrow. " And i'm his Hell Hound. "

" So tell me now, does that still make you want me? " There could be no denial in the fact that there was still tension, maybe even a bit of combustible chemistry just waiting to creep over the both of them, but she would try the hardest to build that wall between them again, and he would inevitably have to scale it just like before. " I'm no longer that frail, delicate flower that you so much fell in love with back then. In fact, i'm nothing like her anymore. She's gone."

Often with most, time was both a creator and a destroyer. It could create an indestructible bond, or it could destroy it. Time was something Lien had been given far too much of and the more time Drystan had spent away, the more humanity the woman had lost.

She was now a wolf walking among bats.


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She was fiery, much more so than when he knew her before. She was angry, beyond angry really. She told him that she was Serafino's "Hell Hound" as she called it. "We all change, Lien. I'm not exactly the same man I once was either. I had to step down and stay low, knowing I might eventually be found by the same people who targeted me before, whether it be the Hunters or my old pack. The last thing, the last thing I wanted was to have to leave you. I knew what it would do to you, but I'd rather you be alive as a 'beast' than dead." Drystan moved closer to her again, grasping her wrist, his hold tight enough to where she could not break it. He could feel a growl growing in the back of his throat, his own anger rising quickly. "You were never a 'frail, delicate flower,' Lien," he practically snarled the words at her.

He pulled her into him, kissing her, not letting her pull away from him again. He could feel the sparks between them, and they were far different than before, far more wild than before. He pulled back from her, turning on his heel, starting to walk away. He pulled the small business card out of his pocket, reading the name written on it. The Cosmic Eye, huh? He looked at the address, which wasn't too terribly far away, so he started making his way for it.
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[This is a short continuation of the above post because it won't let me edit the other one...lol]
Drystan arrived at the Cosmic Eye and wandered in, unsure of what to really expect. There were a few people inside, one of them being the girl he'd danced with, then her friend, and then one of the guys he'd seen at the bar trying to get the guys away from girl #1's friend. He laughed a bit and shook his head. "We bringing home anything nowadays?" he said jokingly.