Bloodlust IC

A small wineglass rested in the tips of her blackgloved fingers, Desdemona's eyes half closed as her lips rested against the rim. The voices in the club seemed nonexistant to her, her hearing resting on the sound of the music that drifted around her. How wonderful. So many people here, so many that had no idea what was around them... And so many of her own kind enjoying what it felt like to be human again.

Miss Nikolas... We've got a questionable on the second floor. He seems to be watching the truebloods- What do you want us to do?

Desdemona puffed out a soft sigh, setting her glass down as she shot a glare up at the balcony. Her security guards insisted on making her wear one of those damned earpieces... between their arguements and constant commentings on women in the club, she usually kept the thing turned off. "Calm down Alexandre. I'll take care of it myself," she purred out softly, resting a finger against her left ear as she slipped off the stool. "I'm sure you boys have far more important things to do..."
Most likely a vampirefreak, hoping to find someone to turn them. She wasn't one to enforce rules herself and knew that such a thing was the decision of the Licent... But she didn't appreciate the vampirefreaks using her club as a searching ground.

Maxi licked his blood stained lips, tasting the precious life juice. God, how good this one tasted. A young woman, perhaps barely in her twenties. Maxi followed her to her front door, waiting until she stood still, fumbling with her keys. Oh, he had made sure she was already scared, casting shadows and hissing sounds all around her. Scared mortals were much more tasty for him. Fear got the adrenaline pumping and it was that hormone he got his own kick from.

A gentle strain on his arms remembered him of the limp body. Maxi stood for a few moments, thinking how best to dispose of this... empty blood bag. Thinking for another few of his undead heartbeats, he simply threw the corpse in the bushes, never to be seen again.

Now feeding time was over, he was ready to hunt. And a popular place for him to hunt was the club. Within the crowds he could nearly anything, concealing by the many warm bodies surrounding him. Solemnly Maximilian set off as shade amongst the shadows to the nearest club.

(Going to your club )

Kiana sighed softly as she pulled her thick mane of midnight hair back into a simple ponytail. It made her look younger than she already did when combined with her simple jeans, black t-shirt, cowboy boots and the total lack of make-up on her face. She could easily have passed for her early 20's instead of her early 200's. Tonight she was feeling every year of her age however and if she hadn't needed to hunt she'd probably just had remained home.

But since she had to eat...

"The club I suppose," she muttered to herself. Desdemona's club would certainly be the easiest place to pick up a quick meal. It was always filled with those, more than willing, to open a vein.

Shaking her head she tried to throw off her black mood as she grabbed her keys from the counter and strode out the door. A small smile curved her lips as she swung her leg over her bike, a smile that only widened as she pulled on her helmet and then started the engine. The roar of the engine between her knees always soothed her for some reason and it was with a laugh of sheer glee that she peeled out of her parking lot.

In a car the parking in front of the club would have been a nightmare but with her bike she slipped right in between a couple of cars and simply took off. There were annoyed looks on the faces of the humans around her but they didn't bother her...in fact she enjoyed them, especially when they scowled all the harder at her line jumping.

The bouncer let her right in recognizing her as one of the "truebloods" that frequented the club for the company of her own kind and for her meals.

"Hello little one," Desi purred as she came upon the young man standing at the handrails of the balcony, resting her own hand upon his shoulder. "You seem a bit preoccupied by something down on the dance floor... Would you care to let a girl in on the secret?"

"Miss Nikolas..."

An eyebrow raised at that. "You know my name." Curious. What exactly had he been watching; the dance floor or her?

"I wanted to ask a favor of you."

Bingo. "I'm sorry, darling, but I do not allow just anyone into that VIP room. I hope you understand, its nothing against you.. Its just that I have a few standards on those allowed that particular pass." As she spoke, she gave him a smile, punctuating it with a tongue's glide against her fangs. "Perhaps if you were to buy a drink or two for one of my collegues down there, however... One of them might be kind enough to do your favor. Do watch your words, though. Some of my dear friends can be a bit... testy with mortals."

There, that should be warning enough to keep this eager fool from ending up a corpse on her floor. The last thing she needed was another damned police investigation, not after the whole mess caused by a triggerhappy Paladin a few months back.

Ahh, but now she had other things to attend to; more of her own kind to see to. Less worries about mortal cops and immortal gunslingers... and more concern on satisfying the "sweet tooths" of her more finicky guests.
"Boys..." A finger rested against her ear once more. "I want you to invite all truebloods to the VIP room. I have a surprise for them."

The last few weeks had been a waste of time. Sure, she had gotten some rowdy little punks off the streets but she had been promised intel and here she was on the street corner with nothing to show for the last month or so of spying. She had heard rumors about a club but it sounded a lot more like one of those places where little emo kids went to get drunk, dance, and ponder ending their miserable little lives.

Her glasses, perched so precariously on her nose, were gently pushed back into place by the delicately manicured finger as the woman tried to think of something. There was no way that she could start from square one again. It shouldn't have been this stupidly hard to find a vampire. It was with the intent to head home and regroup that she began walking. The clicking of her heels the only familiar sound, sure there were the usual night sounds but it was only her footsteps that reassured her that she was alone.

It was unintentionally that she came upon the club. She was planning to keep on walking when she noticed that all of the people trying to get in were dressed pretty funny. She stood outside those doors looking in, her hips jutting out to the side as if debating on whether or not they would let her go in. She caught the eye of the bouncer and noticed that he wasn't looking at her as if she was suspicious. She had to smile as she walked up to talk to him.

After an exchange of numbers she was allowed in without even having to ask. It was strange to be in such a place, she didn't club too often but maybe that was why she never found what it was that she was looking for. She ordered a martini from the bartender wondering if she was going to find anything worthwhile here.

Maxi stood near the bar, watching the crowd before him. So many warm bodies, filled with blood... It wasn't to say he had any problems with his urges, he just wanted another bite. The time was not right. In these sort of clubs a dead body would be to quickly discovered. A few months ago he had some troubles with the local police forces after slaughtering a Licent in here. Maxi had found the Licent tangled up with a mortal, breaking Law 2. The Licent was weak to defend himself, a side-effect from not feeding on the mortals. He was no match for Maxi. The female mortal was used for Maxi himself as his favorite tool. A blood bag...

Forcing himself back into the present, Maximilian stared into the crowd before him. He waited until his target would make itself clear.

Diana stared out at the dancefloor. She frowned as she saw someone limping. There was that part of her that wanted to go and see if he was alright, he didn't seem to be... But there was that nagging voice in the back of her mind that kept reminding her that there was a good possibility that not everyone in the place was human. There was no telling who was who until it was too late.

She looked away from the limping man and adjusted her glasses again to watch who was dancing. The music was loud, a half decent beat was permeating the air of the club, she could feel her chest cavity echoing the loud rhythm. She took a drink of her martini and wondered if she was going to dance or if she was just going to sit around.

Diana wanted to snoop but... she had no idea where to begin. There seemed to be bouncers everywhere.

Oops.

I didn't see her, but somehow, I sensed her looking at me. Why is she looking at me? Was I mistaken when I thought that a male vampire attacked the woman I found earlier in the bushes?

No, this one does not bear the same scent I detected near the victim, nor does she exude the distinctly male pheromone that I picked up just outside the club. Also, I sense her heart beat and her blood rush through her veins from across the dance floor -- she's alive, and very much NOT a vampire.

If she's not the attacker, then WHO is she? And why is she looking at me?

I do my best to approach her inconspicuously by making my towards her through the dance floor. Unfortunately, my straight-legged limp doesn't allow for much subtlety -- or dexterity. The crowd of mad, graceless, flailing gesticulatiing limbs and torsos on the dance floor swallows me up on one end, thrashes me around for a few minutes, and then vomits me out another end with the approximate velocity of a flying African swallow.

Vodka martini splashes all over my head and face, as I smash headfirst into the woman looking at me earlier. Somehow, not a drop spills on her, while a well-pickled olive lodges in my throat just in time to prevent me from screaming like a little girl.

"Hi there," I say, now chewing on the olive as if I meant to down-play my recent clumsiness. "Er, may I buy you another drink? Martini, was it?"

Diana gasped loudly when she was suddenly 'attacked'. She had seen him suddenly tossed off the dancefloor but she hadn't thought he would come right at her. But there was something different about this incident. She looked at the man before her, he was the one that she had noticed limping right? Her eyes narrowed and her eyebrow arched gracefully as she looked him over.

"Hi there. Er, may I buy you another drink? Martini, was it?"

Immediately her face changed from irritated to slightly amused. There was no way that had all been intentional... had it? "Hi," she smirked. "You may... and yes... Grey Goose Martini for when you've had one hell of a day and a beer just won't cut it..." she said softly as she reached into her purse pulling out a handkerchief to dry his face. She laughed softly at the situation.

"Please tell me you weren't out there trying to dance with your leg..." she said as she accepted the martini. "Or was your ultimate goal to get over here?" Yes, she was pretty sure she knew and while it was kind of funny she was curious as to why exactly... if that was indeed the case.

Diana gave a tiny amused laugh accompanied by a smile as she finished with his face. "Unfortunately, that is what they call dancing," she gave a short nod to the mass of bodies out there on the floor. It wasn't graceful, sexy, or interesting to watch. She shrugged as she took a small drink.

"I'm going to set this down right here so you won't be tempted to knock it over again alright," she said before he began to stutter. She smiled and tried not to laugh as he stumbled over his own name.

"Well, it has been very interesting meeting you Johnner John," she said. "I'm Diana and no this is my first time to this club... as it must be yours as well," she said assuming from the questions he asked. Normally someone who came here often would say something about having never seen her there before. At least he hadn't tried that line, 'I've lost my number can I have yours?'.

"So what are you doing in a place like this?" She asked looking him over. Sure, he was wet due to the incident but really he wasn't dressed for clubbing. Her hand reached up and she ran her fingers through his hair making a mild attempt to correct it's disarray from before.

She noticed him checking her out... openly... like while she was right there. And... and she didn't mind. Diana giggled into her hand at his name being 'Johnny'. It was sad when one was so often called Johnny and then was trying to come across more serious and then mucked it all up.

"If you want I'll call you John," she agreed. She was wondering how she was going to hang out with him and sneak around when he suddenly spoke up. Her eyes, for just a moment, betrayed her. She was surprised to say the least but it was apparent that that was where she needed to go.

"I would love to," she said after a moment of thought. She had her gun on her. Sure, it could have been a trap, not that she was a huge thorn in anyone's side. And then she was curious as to how he was getting in there. If the rumors were true than... than a lot of vampires would be in there and he might be one such.

She decided not to think on it anymore. "Are you sure you want to go in there smelling like a boozehound?" She asked. Diana wasn't trying to get out of it but it would be best not to attract too much attention right? "Do you know where it is?" She asked. She had no idea but she planned to learn every inch of this place.

The VIP Lounge. Kiana was still debating on whether she'd head up or not. She wasn't certain she was in the mood for one of Desdemona's games tonight. All she really wanted was to eat and go home. Of course whatever Des had planned might include a snack in which case Kiana would have been a fool to turn down easy, and willing, prey.

Sighing softly she eyeballed the other vampires in the club. There seemed to be quite the turnout tonight and that made her nervous as well. Especially when she spotted a vampire she hadn't seen in the club before chatting up some human female near the bar. The more vampires in one place the more likely it became that one was a Paladin and there to kill someone.

She despised Paladin's. Vassels she could almost understand. They lived by the Council's rules and played the Council's games and in return had some level of security and safety. It was a game she'd never played but she could sort of understand it. Hell it was the same game most humans played their whole lives with their governments and corporations.

Luckily her own personal moral code and left her highly off the Council's radar and no Paladin's had ever been sent to kill her. While she didn't agree with most of the Council's rules she hadn't blatantly broken any of them but one; she carried a finely honed silver dagger in a specially made holster at the small of her back.

Shaking her head she threw off thoughts of Paladin's and the Council and started to weave her way through the crowd with an easy grace reminiscent of a large jungle cat. Despite the rather inconspicuous look on her face there was something about her that just screamed predator and the crowd simply seemed to part for her without even realizing they were doing it.

Heading upstairs she decided to see what Desdemona was playing at and if it included dinner or not.

ultimate_nerdslut said:

She noticed him checking her out... openly... like while she was right there. And... and she didn't mind. Diana giggled into her hand at his name being 'Johnny'. It was sad when one was so often called Johnny and then was trying to come across more serious and then mucked it all up.

"If you want I'll call you John," she agreed. She was wondering how she was going to hang out with him and sneak around when he suddenly spoke up. Her eyes, for just a moment, betrayed her. She was surprised to say the least but it was apparent that that was where she needed to go.

"I would love to," she said after a moment of thought. She had her gun on her. Sure, it could have been a trap, not that she was a huge thorn in anyone's side. And then she was curious as to how he was getting in there. If the rumors were true than... than a lot of vampires would be in there and he might be one such.

She decided not to think on it anymore. "Are you sure you want to go in there smelling like a boozehound?" She asked. Diana wasn't trying to get out of it but it would be best not to attract too much attention right? "Do you know where it is?" She asked. She had no idea but she planned to learn every inch of this place.

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"I suppose I could go into the men's room and clean myself up a bit," I muse. "The big, burly, bald-headed bouncers at the door gave me a general indication of where the VIP Lounge is. If you can give me a few minutes to get the smell of vodka and vermouth from my head and shirt, I bet we can find the place pretty quickly."

I wait for her reply, then limp my way into the men's room where I do my valiant best to clean up. Somehow, I only succeed in smearing the alcohol smell from a thick layer on my head and upper torso into a thin layer all over my body.

"Sorry about the wait," I grin sheepishly at her when I finally emerge from the men's room 18 minutes and 36 seconds later. "If it's any consolation, I think I'm quite clean now -- in an alcohol-sterilized way."

With that, I offer my arm to the young woman and make our way towards the VIP Lounge, as indicated by the red, blinking sign above it.

Diana thought it a generally good idea for him to get all cleaned up and agreed to wait. While waiting she noticed a woman literally walk right through the crowd of dancers as if it was nothing. It was like a parting of the great seas or something. Well, that pretty much summed it up for her. John was most certainly not a vampire. He just was not graceful enough for it.

She could be patient and she was as she waited. She finished off her drink fairly quickly, she was getting nervous and that was not good. She needed to be calm and relaxed because if any vampires picked up on her hesitance she was sure that she would be found out much quicker. She looked up at him and quietly adjusted her glasses which were down to the tip of her again.

Stupid glasses.

"Don't worry about it," she reassured him. "You smell a lot better now." Diana slipped her arm into his and allowed him to lead the way. "Why were you invited to the VIP Lounge?" She asked softly as if afraid someone would hear.

"Wouldn't you think it was suspicious that the bouncers were telling you to go in there?" She asked as she looked around and noticed that some of the bouncers were keeping an eye on them. She frowned at that... it was just too strange.

"Are you sure you can make it through the dancing again?" She chuckled. "Let's just go in."

Diana shook her head at him when he told her about the guards blocking his way out. She stared at him for a long time as they walk around the crowd. This whole thing was just getting wierder and wierder. She was actually getting lost in the music.... why did she feel almost drawn to dance?

She looked up as if pulled from a daze.

"Me?" She asked looking quite surprised. "It's a club, a bar, I... I just needed a drink," she said as she tried to figure out whether or not it was a good enough reason. She was getting more and more worked up as they got closer to the VIP Lounge. There was not a doubt in her mind that this was going to be quite the interesting night.

She hoped she walked out alive.

Diana actually stuck closer to John as if afraid to wander away. She didn't need to be tempted dammit.

Maxi watched the crowds the entire time. He did not order a drink, he did not went to dance, even check out some ladies. Maxi waited, that was all he did. Waited until the Licents made themselves visible. Of course, he could smell them amongst the warm bodies. But that was not enough. He wanted to see their faces before he killed them. Watch the very last sparks of life essence flow away from their dead eyes.

His eyes caught movement towards the back of the club, to the so-called VIP-room. A pair, male and female. He was limping, she was mortal. Her body exuded warmth, and through the chaos of the music he could hear her blood rushing in her veins. Though, he did not recognize the both of them. They were new, he thought. Perhaps he was going to feed on her, yet something told it was not to be that way.

Maxi slid into the shadows, staring from the gloom at the pair. Others were heading for the same area as the pair was. More vampires, Licents no doubt. They were with many and Maxi wasn't sure if he could handle them this time. He would soon find out as he made his way further towards the VIP-room.

ultimate_nerdslut said:

Diana shook her head at him when he told her about the guards blocking his way out. She stared at him for a long time as they walk around the crowd. This whole thing was just getting wierder and wierder. She was actually getting lost in the music.... why did she feel almost drawn to dance?

She looked up as if pulled from a daze.

"Me?" She asked looking quite surprised. "It's a club, a bar, I... I just needed a drink," she said as she tried to figure out whether or not it was a good enough reason. She was getting more and more worked up as they got closer to the VIP Lounge. There was not a doubt in her mind that this was going to be quite the interesting night.

She hoped she walked out alive.

Diana actually stuck closer to John as if afraid to wander away. She didn't need to be tempted dammit.

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"Hey, are you alright?" I say, noticing a change in the young woman. I start having second thoughts about going to the VIP Lounge, and decide to let my new compatriot know my opinion. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all..."

I quickly look around, scanning for a possible, viable exit or escape route.

"Maybe we should just get out of here -- like, while we can," I whisper into her ear as I pull her onto the dance floor, holding her close and dancing cheek to cheek to a suprisingly slow and refreshingly old song. "I dunno 'bout you, but my spidey senses are tingling. It's either that or--"

I notice one of the big, burly, bald-headed bouncers heading our way, his single eyebrow furrowed into a sharp W-shape.

"Gee, your hair smells terrific..." I say a bit louder than my previous whisper, smiling churlishly at Diana aas I let the bouncer walk away and out of earshot. Apparently, the big, burly, bald-headed bouncer had to leave the front door to take a break -- leaving the other one out there by himself?

"Hey, one of the bouncers just left the front door," I say, furtively to Diana -- who is apparently a much better dancer than I could ever hope to be. "This might be the chance we're looking for, if we want to get out of here. Do ya think we can sneak by a single bouncer?"

Yes, Diana was nervous about that room. There was something strange going on in there and she wanted to know exactly what. And then there was that feeling that told her that it was probably the worst idea in the world to go into that lounge.

The music slowed down to something that she would have listened to and sang in her car. It was older and had not that hypnotic beat that seemed to keep the crowd going. For the most part people just paired off and started dancing, a few took this as their cue to head offstage and get drinks. "I'm fine," she lied and found herself dancing with John. Her eyes fell shut as he held her, her arms wrapping about his neck to hug herself even closer. The hair comment caught her offguard and that surly grin of his made her laugh and roll her eyes.

"You, however, smell like quite the drinker... Johnny..." She said loftily and raising her eyebrows just ever so much. The tiny smile was all that would have given her away.

"I think that we can get by the bouncer and I think that you and I should go get something to eat after this," she said spun away and back in. "We need to talk," she said slowly working their way towards the door.

((OOC: Spinning, are we? Hah! Just remember, you started this.))

The music changes to a tango. I stop, frozen in time and space, as my right eyebrow slowly arches and cocks. My facial expression grows cold and stoney as my entire body tenses and grows rigid. I pull Diana into my chest suddenly, placing both of us in the proper position for a tango. A small, almost inaudble cough escapes my lips from the sudden impact of woman slamming into my pectorals.

I begin with a deep dip, and then march Diana stiffly towards the general direction of the front door. The big, burly, bald-headed bouncer at the front door -- the one who didn't leave -- glances over his shoulder and seems to stare RIGHT at me. I take that as my cue for a spin, a dip, and a kick-kick-turn to tango the other way.

"I don't know about you," I reply to Diana's remark about getting a bite to eat. "But, gnawing fear, intuitive apprehension and a sense of impending doom USUALLY gets my tummy kinda upset. Would you fancy to share a Valium instead?"

Like a baseball pitcher, I wind her into the crook of my right elbow, and then let her go into a spinning, turning flurry of woman with good-smelling hair.