Dungeons and Darkness (Bye invite only)

I walk threw the endless years moving among humans a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I’m over three thousand years old now. I was around when Egypt was grate and Rome was still a pitiful empire barley worthy of the name. I watched as kings and empires came and went with out notes. I watched races of human’s vanish completely almost with out trace. In all the years of my life it has never been so easy to blend in with my pray as now in the twentieth century the weird is now the norm. Only being seen at night is no longer a reason to be condemned it's past off as being eccentric.

I’ve made my home in the grate city of New York in the land of the free one of the most prosperous countries in the world and the city that represents that wealth the city where billons are made and lost all most dally in the stock market. I’ve amast a forchin over the years having grasped the idea of dyeing things that seem worthless in one age and turn in to forchins in the next or even several hundred years later I’m patient enough to wait. I have also learned the fine art of business and with my powers I’m able to manipulate the humans to my will making it that much easer to gain wealth quickly.

I also dabble in the black market selling weapons to the highest bidder as well as smuggling. The only thing I don’t dabble in and actively fight agenst is the drug market as drugs taint the taste of my pray and can even make it toxic enough to kill one of my kind. I came close to death once before by drinking a tainted human. I still shutter at the memories of the violent illness that my body had to fight off to survive.

I walk threw the streets of New York City in my leather pants and a leather vest open to show my pale skin seeming to glow in the moon light. I glide threw the rest of the freaks and weirdoes blending in even with my fangs extended. The biggest reaction I get is a few girls walking up to me asking if I wanted to suck there blood lust sparkling in there eyes as the run there hands over my face playfully. I chuckle as its never been so easy to hunt as in the last few years in the Americas the night clubs are a literal buffet of the willing pray I have my pick of race and creed from the rich to the pore.

I slip in to the club that I bout a year ago having gotten the idea one night as I had been hoping threw the bars. I thought of a club where my kind of pray would flock to so I didn’t have to search them out. I fond the perfect location for it an old wear house in a bad part of town where the cops rarely went. I bot and remodeled it to my needs the first floor is the club it's self with a large dance pit. One side is a large stage for live bands and on the other side is the bar and table, cages hanging from the ceiling were girls with mine skirts are allowed to dance. I named it blood moon appropriately enough making it a punk slash S&M theme I also made it cheaper then most clubs to draw pray in like flies to honey. I didn’t need the place to turn much of a profit just enough to help maintain it with me adding some of my own money to the back when needed.

The young college kids flock to it to party all night in there bondage gear. They live out there wildest fantasies her I even host some Vampire role playing clubs in the back rooms. The club is doing better then I had anticipated not only bringing in enough to stay a flout but also making a nice profit at the same time. The numbers of people that flock to this club are astounding to say the least. I was even fechered in an S&M magazine for running one of the best clubs in town and that’s saying a lot for New York.

I look around the dance floor watching the writhing mass of humanity with the occasional vampire mixed in grinding and writhing to the loud booming beet of the band playing at the far end. The singer screaming about deaths coming. I grin thinking one of my favorite songs. It’s almost a joke as for a few of the people dancing to the song death would be coming for them to night. One of my rules for the vampires that come her to feed is that they must not kill any were near hear they can feed in one of the back rooms if they wish but the victim must beadle to walk away from the feeding. It keeps the cops away and sticking there noses in were it’s not wanted even though I own quite a few top brace in the system they can only do so much if a meager investagion is brot down on me.

I slip in to the writhing press of bodes my eyes moving over the girls searching for a suitable meal my knows picking threw them as much as my eyes passing by thowes that reek of deases or of drugs preferring clean blood thow there are thous that enjoy the tainted blood saying that it gives them a rush not knowing if it would be there last meal or not the vampires Vashon of Russian rulet.

I slip up behind a girl warring a leather minny skirt and a leather braw barely holding her large breasts in as she grinds with random men teasing them skillfully why’ll keeping it under control enough to be able to slip away with out one pursuing her. I watch her for a time smiling as she plays with men and women both obviously searching for a challenge.

I move up behind her my body matching her movements as I put my hands on her hips pulling her tight agenst mine as I look down in to her faces. She lets her head fall back on my chest looking in to my eyes I see lust in hers and the desire for a true challenge. She smiles coyly as I was the first man to ackgelly touch her with my hands instead of just grinding in to her.

Her long black hair flows down her back brushing agenst my chest and stomach tickling my cool skin. I take a deep breath taking her sent deep in to my longs savoring it noting that she is very exited. I concentrate filtering out all the other cents until I can smell the musky sent of her pussy juices. She’s clearly exited finding some one who wasn’t afraid to challenge her. She winks at me as the game begins to see who was better and who would be in control.

I lean down nuzzling her neck letting my fangs scrape over her skin smiling as she shivers with excitement liking the feel of my hot mouth sucking on her skin as my sharp teeth scrapes over it. I’m tempted to feed from her right hear with all the people around use knowing that they wouldn't notes but her excitement excites me. I veal my cock growing hard as her ass grinds agenst it teasing me with what could be if I win this little game of hers.. I hear her moan softly as she feels my large bolg causing her to grind harder agenst me her excitement driving me on.

We move to the beat of the song my hands moving around to her stomach lightly brushing the bottoms of her breasts and the top of her skirt. I feel a ring in her navel as my fingers explore her smooth soft silky skin. I feel her mussels rippling under my fingers showing me that she is stronger then she looks at first glans.

Her hands move behind her moving over my sides slipping down to the front of my pants squeezing my cock teasingly before they move away. I grown as I nip at her ear my tong sliding out of my mouth moving in to her ear before my mouth meats hers are tongs swirling rapidly. She moans in to me mouth as she pushes tighter agenst me grinding hard in to my throbbing phallic causing me to grunt softly with my own excitement.


OOC thread
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Kattarra~

Not sure what brought me back here after all these years. The smell of filthy humans in the streets were overwhelming for it has gotten far worse over the past 50years. Yet I had a compelling need to come back here.

I've spent far to much time here, I think it's because the rich are much more game here. Here and Washington were the best for feeding. Yet I wasn't in the mood for the rich, every once and again I'll feed on the middle or lower class. very rare though. They don't take care of their bodies as well. All that junk food and such ruins the blood. Tonight, well lets just say I was in the mood for well * junk food *.

There was a place that I knew about that was always open even though it's only been open for a year. I've been back in town for a few months now, long enough to know well of this place. Having took over the well over looked mansion, actually it was more of a castle type high up on a hill a few miles out from the main city area. Man that dude had the sweetest taste ever, I almost kept him. Licking my lips in memory as I walk into the club, weaving in and out of people dancing. Noticing another vamp, the owner of the place, hunger lust in his eyes. I had to smirk walking past them to a corner booth. Ordering a drink I had no need for but I do like the taste. Blood is the greatest of course, but sometimes you just need something different.

I blended well with these low class freaks, in fact I looked better than most. My boots and pants were cut into a patteren that made them look as if they were one, showing off lucious skin throughout the weaving design. The vest was pretty much the same, cut design showing off the sliky pale skin of my rib cage, low V shape cut pronouncing the deep cleavledge of the well shape breast. Criss cross cut just below the well developed breast.

Looking around the room examining the possible prey... ummm men in the place that might look worthy of my company...

Eric Bane

A knock on the door and “Five minutes.”

I slowly open my eyes, withdrawing from my meditations, letting the tension in the dressing room wash over me. I can smell the eagerness, the underlying hunger, of my group as they prepare to go onstage as the next act.

On a pile of ragged pillows nearby, Ivan and Mikhail are fucking Sonya. They’re good pups, strong and well-disciplined for their ages. But, they’ve not yet mastered the Higher Levels of Pack Discipline. So I appreciate their attempt to prevent potential problems by burning off excess energy.

Still, this gig is far too important to delay unnecessarily. I reach over and slap Ivan on the ass even as he rams into Sonya sandwiched between him and Mikhail. His head whips around in a snarl until he sees who it is. He lowers his eyes and I pat him on the head, accepting the apology.

“It’s time.”

I leave the three of them to finish up and cross to the wardrobe. The others are already dressing. I am pleased not to smell liquor on any of them; it is far too great a risk for loss of control while performing before this crowd. I decide, then, I will reward them by letting them go on a hunt afterwards. Illya will have to lead them as I stay behind to see if I can at last make contact with someone from the Vampire community.

The lack of a coven or covens has puzzled me for such is the way of Vampires in Europe. Usually, there is a Master and His or Her followers, both Vampire and human. Generally there is at least one coven per city, more in places like Paris and London. Such does not seem to be the case here in New York. But, I do have a name. Ramon.

The pups have finished and dressed as well. I send the band members and the technicians on ahead to prepare after inspecting them to be sure they each have ornaments of silver, at least two, stuck through their flesh.

I look at myself in the mirror. Dressed as the others in white with a crimson sash and knee high boots, the cloth is stark against my swarthy flesh. I grin at the reflection, teeth long and sharp, silver streaked black hair loose about my face. Taking my guitar in hand, I stalk from the dressing room to the edge of the stage.

The crowd is restless, bored. Few have heard of us since we’ve begun playing in clubs around New York. Indeed, it is a bit of a coup to have been invited to play here a mere six months after our arrival on these shores. I suspect it is more because of who we are than our music. But that does not mean we will fail to give them a good show.

“Ah, my dark and evil darlings,” the announcer croons, “welcome our next victims, I mean guests,” he titters and is met with polite laughter. “Straight from Europe…Eric Bane and DyreWulfe.”

Again, more desultory applause, mostly from the humans.

Mikhail begins a slow, steady beat on the drums. Sonya and Illya begin to sway behind their keyboards. Pieter begins a discordant wailing with his electric flute as Ivan joins the rhythm on his bass.

I step up to the microphone and stare out into the crowd, faces clear to my vision as if in daylight. Then, I begin a riff in G minor as the rest of the band follows my lead. I throw back my head and howl long and loud and then begin to sing, with a raspy baritone, the arrhythmic first song…

Gotta taste for the red stuff
Gotta hunger for fresh meat
Don’t talk to me of love
You’re just my current feast…

Amber McKinnon

IC:

My eyes roamed up and down the big guy, my body swaying invitingly before turning and pressing my back into his body. He looked dangerous and he looked fun. My mind was only half here all night, waiting to see this new act my assistant said "You just have to see!"

Boredom set in, being a non-drinker as well, this place was wild but a bit on the boring side. The only given I seen was the music so far, I had ideas to pep up this place but I wasn't going to waste my brain cells on the club's owner.

So here I was dancing with some stranger grinding himself against me, chewing up and down my neck and amazingly exciting me. Possibly because I knew he wanted me. A little smirk twisted my lips before I pressed harder against him, letting him feel the contours of my bottom riding up and down his shaft. The music kept pumping out loudly, I could feel the bass vibrating in my chest as we 'screwed' on the dance floor.

Turning, I met his gaze with one of my own favorite little flirts before backing away a little. The music suddenly stopped and someone was annoucing the guys I came to see. His eyes were intense, their color hard to determine as he raked them up and down my frame. Did he think I was a play toy? I wanted to laugh but instead turned and walked slowly, seductively away.

Excited as he had made me feel, he was still a stranger and still in a lower class club. There was no telling what kind of disease he had on him. Shuddering a little, I rested against the bar and watched the stage. Ordering myself a coke, My attention was torn between the big guy moving this way and the act on stage.

Kattarra~

I was getting a kick at how this rich girl was playing him. I could smell the richness in her. Wondering why she is in this place. By no means is she junk food. Ahhh well she is his to play with, nothing like intrupping a meal of another, it could get ugly.

Heard them announce the band, there was something about the band couldn't quite place it at the moment. They did sound awesome, definately liked the words they were singing. And the leader. Almost, just almost looked worthy. He sure has hell had the looks that i'm attracted to. * to bad the rich never look that tasty..*

Noticing a table in another corner but closer to where the band was. Upon moving to that table, walking right in front of the band making sure the leader sees me, giving him a little seductive eye contact. Walking through the crowd as if they were not there. I order another drink, while sitting down in the corner booth. *at least this place had good drinks *

The way he sings was almost hypnotic I loved it. I could sense he wasn't human, yet he didn't act like a vampyre. I haven't been around to many werwolves. But if I didn't know anybetter I'd be taking a wild guess.........
IF he was among them, this could be very interesting. I sit there listening to him, tempted to dance with the others, but that really.... this isn't really my scene. So I keep an eye on him every now and then sending flirty smiles. Just enough to keep his interest.

Ramon

I watch the girl saunters over to the bar her ass swaying in an interesting way. I smirk she will be fun a challenge one that I haven’t had in a long wiyal. I look up at the stage as the music begins. I raze an eyebrow seeing the singer hearing his words. I chuckle softly it was a werewolf. I glance at the rest of the band members seeing the same distinctive aura around them.

I shrug and turn back to the girl not really caring about the wolves on stage I never really had a problem with there kind as long as they didn’t get in my way I didn’t bother them. I walk slowly tords the girl noting that she was drinking a cock. I grin approvingly she has bonds and she has the will to keep them even in a place like this.

I move up beside her bartender looking at me. “What can I get yaw boss?” I tilt my head. “My ushiwil.” The man nods moving threw a back door. I turn to the girl watching her watch the band glancing at me once in a wile. I smile slightly “So what brings you hear my dear your not the kind that normally comes to this club.” I ask in a soft voice the tone caressing.

I glance up at the band agene seeing the singer watching a vampire sitting near the front. I smirk slightly as I sense the girl’s interest in him. I hadn’t seen her around but then I don’t seack out all the vampire in the city.

I look behind me as one of my associates in my les legal dealings taps me on my shoulder. I look at him a slight frown on my lips at being distracted. He glances at the girl that I was talking to before leaning and whispering in my ear. “The deal went as planed the money is now in the bank.” I shrug not really caring “Alright.” I say simply. He looks at the girl agene then slips in to the dancers. I role my eyes as I turn back to the girl.

Amber McKinnon

"No, I don't suppose you see people with class in this part of the city often." I chuckled softly and turned my attention to him. I had heard enough of the band, my assistant was right.. They had something other's would love to see and hear and pay dearly for. So why not tango with the big guy?
"Not unless they are lost eh?" I gave a little half smirk, my eyes boldly roaming from his face down his body and back up.
"Model? Actor?" He had the looks and the bod for it... It could be possible, maybe I just hadn't seen him yet?
Sipping my coke, I extended my hand and set it down.
"Amber McKinnon.. " Now if he was educated, he'd know who I was..... If he was not up to the "clique" then he wouldn't.. I waited for a reaction to the name.. Even my father had been known to deal with the shady side of town and owned quite a few locations. New York was one big Monopoly game and Daddy played it well. And now.. It was mine. Yee haw, the voice in my head dipped with sarcasm. It was boring being known and rich.. couldn't get away with anything without fifty lawyers handy.. I held my hand out to him, expecting a hand shake at least and an introduction.

Ramon D'Angelo

I raze an eyebrow at her name I had dealings with her father he was a grate strategist he was able to out maneuver even me on occasion he was one of the few humans that I respected.

I take her hand a slight smirk on my lips overly not caring about the wealth behind her name. “My name is Ramon D'Angelo.” I say softly my eyes on hers watching to see her reaction wondering if her father had menchind me. I bring her hand up to my lips gently kissing it before letting it go.

I glance up at the band watching the wolves singing the lead wolves voice is very good. Even if I couldn’t see his aura I could tell by his voice few humans could match it. I tilt my head lisoning to him as I wait for Amber’s reaction. I didn’t show the interest in her that I new she was expecting. I new this would be a challenge to her once of her kind weren’t used to being dismissed like this.

I know how much she is worth but money doesn’t mater to me vary much. I use it to make my self comftable and as a game some thing to amuse my self over the years. The game never seemed to get old as every new player was deferent and the rules where flewed always changing.

I look back at Amber an almost bord look in my eyes. I let just a hint of intrest shine in them so as not to loos her but enogh bordom to inflame her to make her want to intrest me. I senst that she was looking for a chalang and I would give it to her just as she would be a chaleng for me as well.

I smile slightly as I catch her looking over my body why’ll I had been watching the band. I raze an eyebrow. “So what brings you hear any way.” I glance at the band having notest her interest in them. Was it them that brot you hear to grace my humble club with your presents.”

Amber

I recognized the name, although he did not look old enough to be the man my father dealt with?

"Pleasure to meet you Ramon." I glanced at the stage and smiled, "They are why I am here." I am sure he knew this already from the gleam in his eyes.

"This is your club?" I tried not to laugh, had I said my thoughts aloud yet about this place? I hoped not, it was rather rude what I had been thinking.

"The reason I came here was partly to see this new act I was told I had to see and to see what the darker side of town had to offer in ways of entertainment." I did not lie to him, it was the truth.. Partially. I liked my play toys as much as the next person and well.. he was appealing.. For the moment anyway.

"I am not here to discuss business Ramon, merely to enjoy myself and scope the prospective clients. Would you perhaps like to chat some where less noisey?" I turned my full attention back to him, he was not falling over himself to get next to me.. This was the most interesting time I had had in numerous weeks.. A man immune to my name, immune to my cold shoulder and yet he was still interested.. Why? This I had to find out. A body was a body, any would do.. So why me? I could say my reasons was because of his looks and how dangerous he appeared. He was no sissy boy, he was a real man. Assured and good looking and aware of all his faults and traits..... Now I knew I had to get him alone, at least to social.

Eric Bane, werewolf

Comes the leather of the devil
slashing through the night
burning hot as the fires of hell
tender flesh it bites

Bodies writhe beneath its caress
Dripping blood, shredding flesh
Its voice an evil serpent’s hiss
Pain its only wish…

From the dance floor, an elfin, raven haired figure glares at me. Dressed in gauzy wraps like shrouds, her hands are claws of hostility as she lashes me with imperious silent commands. And fails to understand why none of them have any effect. Finally, she stalks away.

It has been like that all night, the younger Vampires who do not know of Wulfenkind frustrated in their weak attempts to control the others and me. Those who know who we are seem to merely be amused by the antics of the less experienced. And then, there are the others, like the silver haired female whose mental touch has been more in the way of inquiry. There are more of those than I had expected.

Indeed, from what we’ve found so far, there are few of our kind in this city. Mostly small packs and dispersers. Most of them have avoided us. Others have agreed to consider being Tested, to see if they are worthy of joining the Pack. A handful have refused us altogether and, so, have died.

As we play, I observe the Vampires, trying to find the one named Ramon. It is with him I have decided to make contact. Though there seems to be no coven in this city, what I have learned is that he is the oldest and many of the others defer to him.

I’ve seen a few of the older Vampires surrounded by hangers-on. But these appear to be small cliques. Ramon, I believe, would either be surrounded by a much larger group or else mostly avoided. I spot a large male Vampire whose scent seems to be that of an Ancient. Perhaps…

Movement catches my attention. A group of the younger Vampires, identifiable by their goth clothing and ripe scent of decay similar to that of a rainy night in the late October, sits at a table not far from the silver haired female Vampire who caught my eye earlier. They are whispering among themselves and casting dark glances in the direction of the stage.

I sigh to myself as we move into our fourth number, a wildly gyrating dance tune, “Makin’ It With Satan”. Sonya has the lead for this one, so I have time to consider our options. I had hoped we could avoid trouble tonight. Any conflicts could only cause difficulties with possible negotiations. I’m not overly concerned for our safety; all of those I chose for my team have trained at least to the level of the loup-garou, some by my own hand. As it appears none of the older, more experienced Vampires are involved, there should be little problem. As long as the others bear in mind my injunction against killing save as a last resort.

We seque into a slower mode of music with an intro similar to that of Enigma’s “Mea Culpa”. Less overtly lustful, more sensuous tunes composed for slow dancing. We planned to finish out our set with this number “Backwaters” and then follow it with “Slither” which is as up close and personal a slow dance despite its highly suggestive lyrics. Already, I see couples moving closer together, more than one mouth nuzzling a partner’s throat.

The group of younger Vampires are evidently annoying the silver haired female as she turns to glare at them. I decide I will release the others after our gig is done, but suggest they take their hunt far from this place while I seek out this Ramon.

Katt~

Watching how the younger vampyres came even closer to me. They are no more than possibly 50+ yrs. if that. They were making it so I could hear them clear, even more so obvious they were talking about me.
"She couldn't be more obvious, just look at how she is dressed. and oh my god just get a load of her hair" Heard of the girls say, to be honest she almost had a jealous tone in her voice. I just smirked at first, keeping an eye on the band.

The group of *teen * vampyres had two guys with them. They were irritating me yes mostly because they kept at it. I leaned forward spreading my legs alittle more open and resting my elbows onto my knees. Showing off the depth of my well developed clevlage. Giving them something more to talk about. Hell give the guys something to really stare at.

I heard it all, been there, done that, type attitude, these guys were seriously nothing. If it came right down to it, I would just simply walk out. All these conceded *kids * want is attention. And well to be honest I'm the wrong person to be messing with.

After making a small scene between the two insecure girls and the gawking boys. Leaning back in my chair, lifting one leg onto the table. Somewhat giving them a peek, even though things were covered. One of them fell backwards, the other one got smacked hard by one of the girls. I just had to laugh, they were acting like the mindless humans they once were. Lifting my other leg up onto the table crossing them.

Turning my attention back to the band, damn this lead singer did have one hell of a voice. And is most definatly a werwolf. I never played with one of those before, heard they were fun. Giggle alittle to myself at the thought.

Then the two girl vampires approached, looking for trouble. The boys were still gawking at me behind the girls. They started to cuss me out for teasing their * men* I just kept ignoring them.
Seeing how they wouldn't let up. Man they sounded like a stuck up cheerleader in highschool.

I just look at them with extreme icy glare. "Well if you wouldn't be acting like a humanchild.." cutting my words short in thought.
"Actually you are not even worth the very breath to speak such words." Keeping the icy stare, my words were just as cold if not colder.
They cursed a few more sayings under their breath, walked off grabbing their *men * by the cuff of their shirts. I knew they didn't leave this place, I still sensed them strongly. Probly waiting till I left, planing something.

I noticed the lead singer was somewhat laughing at what happened, well the best he could seeing how he was singing after all. A young man caught my eye, he looked like a very. very tasty treat. Though he did look somewhat high, but a tiny buzz never hurt. Plus that stuff honestly didn't do much for me any, just made the blood interesting.

Snaking my way through the crowd up to him, very unlike me, but started dancing with him. We talked for a bit, I kept buying him drinks just for the hell of it. Hell if this is junk food, might as well go all the way. After the song ended. I asked him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter and more private.

Sure" he obviously said. Told him we were going to my place to have alittle fun, instead we went down the alley, prentending to be making out with him. *though he had pretty good moves, almost did take him home! * Yet the scent of that rich girl was driving my hunger insanly.

Just as he started reaching up my vest, I bit into his neck slowly letting him feel some pleasure while his life was slowly being sucked away. I don't normally just kill like that, intoxicating blood always seemed to be the sweetest somehow. Never understood why but it did. Sitting the guy down against the wall, looking like he just passed out. Feeling different somehow, alomost like I could get used to this.... killing spree... more I think about it the more fun it sounds. Also kinda turned me on. Sly grin protrudes on my lips at the thought. There's enough of these mindless humans to go around.

Now for a different kind of hunt. A hunt I haven't had in some time. Lustful look slowly showing from the emeralds. But unlike the meals, it can't just be anyone. Walking back into the club... Only two that looked somewhat promising was the owner of the club, or the lead singer. Seeing how the owner was distracted. And I never played with a wolf before...... well what can a girl do?..........

Creeda Bel Ortenhsa

Music playing, I smile at last a familiar sound that I can relate too. I move across the roads that lead me to this club. The red top barely covering my chest, yet showing enough to entice, with the matching wrap around skirt. The side slit running up to the hip.

The mix of smells makes me shake my head. Some seem familiar, others strange, and more have the scent of burning ash. Like the ones that caused me to leave my home.

So many here that I hear the pounding of their hearts. It is a hard task but slowly I can close that off. Looking around hoping that I may find the others.

A woman starts to sing and I like the sound of her voice. Soothing the worries that surrounded my life so far. Getting a hope that soon some of the ones that sent me here would come, they had to come and take me home.

Closing my eyes and remembering the days that were kinder. His name was Daragoth and his family were the only ones that I had known. Glancing around and seeking the family looks or something that would give me stronger hope, but to no avail.

A man came over and spoke but I ignored him. His skin smelled like something dead. I shook my head and moved away from him.

I glanced at the ones playing the haunting music and I find my self watching the one that plays the flute. My midnight blue eyes taking in his every detail. Giving a simple smile as I sit down and listen.

Eric Bane

I laugh to myself at the way the silver haired female Vampire deals with the younger Vampires near her table. She smiles at me and I grin back as we move into our final number "Slither" The drums lead off, Mikhail's brooms whispering across the heads. Pieter has switched to a low keening on harmonica while Ivan has set aside his bass for a violin. Illya and Sonya have picked up tambourines shaking them rather than tapping them. It is an odd mix of instruments, but a highly charged one. I close my eyes as I croon...

Writhes around you the serpent
whose coils you can't escape
the lust that fills his evil eyes
burns eternal, never spent

Helpless victim of his rape
seduced by his whispered lies
he invades you from behind
his tongue licking at your nape

There's no one to hear your cries
your screams, they go unheeded
as the pain burns ever deeper
and the hope within you dies

You know this is but the start
as you feel him slither, laughing
Hell welcomes you as he
coils around to crush your heart
...

The music itself is slow as the inexorable winding of a snake as it creeps up on a nest of baby birds. When the song ends, there is no applause, no calls for more. Indeed, more than one couple has disappeared from the floor to the nearest shadows while two others are still swaying there, locked in the Vampire's kiss.

We leave the stage with what instruments we can carry as Chao and Dietrich move the others so the next band can take the stage. In the dressing room, much to the highly charged hungry delight of my team, I release them to the hunt with Illya to lead them. Remembering some of the resentful glances from the young Vampires, I again caution them against killing the leeches unnecessarily. "Go find some young American college students," I laugh, "at least those you can eat."

I finish the packing up myself and carry our trunks and instruments to the van. Chao and Dietrich have left with the others after storing our sound gear.

I lock up the van and return to the club in less obvious clothing, looking for Ramon.

Ramon D'Angelo

I smirk at her surprise at this being my club. I shrug “I know it needs work it’s my first and it’s more of an amusing hobby then a series effort.” I glance up at the band finding my head moving slightly to the beat of the song. It’s the first time that music was able to do this there are a lot of bands that I enjoy but this band I was achily getting in to.

I glance to the vampire that I saw earlier flirting with the singer with out words. I see her walking out of the club with a man. I fallow her with my mind as I turn to Amber as she asks if we could go some wear quit to talk. I smile one of my more charming smiles and node. I stand putting my arm out for her to take I lead her around to one side of the bar and threw a door that has manager on a plack.

I open the door revealing a staircase leading up. At the top of the stars is a large plush office with thick black carpet with read highlights. A long one wall is a fort to ceiling window looking out over the club about eye level with the cages holding the nearly naked girls. I look at them a smirk on my lips amused at the sight of them. I then move to the black bar.

I look at Amber as she walks in looking around. “Take a set make your self comfutable.” I nod to some over stuffed leather chairs and couch in the center of the room. On the other side of the windows is a large soled oak desk black lacquer making the shifting lights from the dance floor below shift and flicker over it in an eary way. Gold leaf dragons raped around the desk lags.

I take a glass down from the bar looking back at Amber as she looks around the room. “What would you like?” I tilt my head slightly my eyes moving over her body getting a clearer look at her. I don’t show too much interest in her not wanting her to be over confident wanting to keep her interest in me, but not wanting to show to much interest in her so as not to bore her sensing that she was looking for a challenge as well.

She is a butifal girl her body formed in all the right places all though I’m not so much interested in her body I could any girl in the city I’m more interested in the mind wanting a challenge some thing to amuse me to take the boredom of forever away even if for a short spark of time as I see it any way.

I turn back to the bar frowning as I sense the vampire girl kill her man in the ally out side. I growl softly with anoyens. My mind slips in to her mind easily slipping past her defenses. “Don’t ever kill near her agene or I will personally rip out your hart and eat it.” I say in her mind my words soft but firm a slight threatening edge in it making it clear that I was not joking.

I pore Amber’s drink then I take down a dark botil that has no labile. I pore a dark thick liquwed in it. I pore my self a glass of blood mixed with alcohol and some other things it wasn’t so much a sustaining drink but one of the few ways that a vampire can get drunk. I then tern back to Amber walking to her and handing her the glass. I sit across from her in a large black leather chair with tall back with silver highlights.

Eric Bane

The Vampire I had spotted earlier that I thought might be Ramon is not here now, though his scent is still in the air. I ask the bartender about him, casually, and discover he is the owner of the bar and has just "stepped out for a bit." There is an undertone to his comment that suggests it might be more than a bit and that I shouldn't ask any more questions.

That's okay with me. If I don't catch up with him tonight, there will be other nights. As Claw of the Pack, I have had to learn patience.

I order a drink, bourbon straight up. American bourbon, I have discovered, is certainly a point in this country's favor. Several of the humans approach me with admiration for the music. I smile and thank them and try not to think of the occasional throat beneath my fangs, the warm gush of blood pouring down my throat. I almost regret releasing the others to the hunt without going with them. But, duty before pleasure.

Most of the Vampires avoid me. Relations between the Undead and the Wulfenkind have always been somewhat uneasy. A few of them are old enough to probably remember the last war between our peoples about the time the Normans invaded England. And the truce whose terms satisfied neither side.

Then, there are the others. The young, raven haired Vampire is back, standing in front of me. She is persistent. Stupid, but persistent. She once again tries to leash me and I meet her fiery gaze with a bored look of my own. She reaches up and grabs the back of my head. She jerks my neck toward her lips. I put the tips of my fingers against her diaphragm and Call my hand into its loup-garou form. The claws extend, breaking her skin, blood trickling down into the palm of my hand.

"You don't want to do this," I tell her calmly.

She releases me, eyes wide. She clutches at the spreading stain across her middle and stumbles off into the crowd.

"Good thing you didn't kill her," the bartender observes. "Mr. D'Angelo would not have liked that."

I give him a lazy, fang rimmed grin. "Oh, goodness. I certainly wouldn't want to make Mr. D'Angelo unhappy."

It's then I catch an almost familiar scent and feel someone settle onto the bar stool next to me.

Amber

Smiling, "just a coke thank you." I sat, admiring the view over the club floor. The music had stopped and they were getting ready to restart the DJ mix, that meant the singer was available.

"Might you be able to get the lead singer up here as well? I know it's pleasure being here, but I am interested in business as well." I smiled sweetly as I eyed him.

"I like your office, shows class as well as taste... Not everyone owns a DeMue Leather set.. So? After this little meeting.. perhaps we can get better aquainted?" My tongue ran over my bottom lip, watching him move with a seductive grace.. he was danger and it made me itch in that right place in the right way.

"My father has kept me up to date about you, so backgrounds are a pointless topic.. How about this band instead? That or what you look like in a thong?" I winked openly flirting and seeing how easily he crumbled.

Kattarra~

"If only you were paying more attention, I was not killing near here. But very well, I am not here to start trouble. Least with you that is." Slightly annoyed mostly because I hate it when the older ones just "pop" into my head like that. Always drove me crazy.

"Now if you will just get out of my head and enjoy your little *play toy* I will continue to enjoy myself." If I could I would have stuck my tongue. I get somewhat childish when I start feeling buzzed, which is why I don't do it very often. Tends to get me in trouble sometimes.

Trying to get my senses back on to what I was doing. Acting calmly again like I was when I first came in here. Didn't even seriously realized it when I sat down on the stool, but the good looking singer was next to me. He seemed to be a bit distracted with some girl attempting his throat. Slight giggle slipped out from my lips, specially when he clawed into her and she ran off.

"Nice trick, even I'm surprised you didn't kill her." Smile ran across my lips, ordering both of us another drink. Like I needed anymore to drink.
"Yet the tender is right it is not a good idea to kill in or Near this place." Slight growl at the word near, looking up to see Ramon's office window.

"My name is kattarra of the Blackforest, and who might you be? you sure do have a way with words," looking back towards the singer. Slight hint of lust ran through my eyes, I was fighting the urge to jump him right then an there. But I had to take it slow, these wolven kind are none to mess with when in fury.

Held out my hand to him for a more formal introduction. His scent was radiating through my senses, so wild, yet trying to be tamed among the living. These wild beast just like us could easily wipe out the living. Although they breed fast enough so I guess in the long run it would be a challenge to get them all.

Our eyes locked for a brief moment, then I quickly looked away kinda shyly. Now I remember why I don't get intoxicated, I act so stupid.

Eric Bane

Ah, it is the silver haired female Vampire whom I had spotted earlier. I look her over; she is quite attractive actually.

"Why kill her," I shrug. "It's not as if she were more than a mere nusiance. Like those babies annoying you earlier."

I note her glance towards the office and realize the smell on her breath is not just blood, but death. I can understand why she might seem a little intoxicated. It smelled like she had killed well and slowly, savoring her feast.

Thinking of that, I wipe my hand on a napkin. Vampire blood is something like an aphrodisiac cum absinthe to my kind. In more than minute quantities it will kill Wulfenkind. In that shared, say during a fuck, the normal bite and play in which our kinds participate, it is an intoxicant of rare power.

She tells me her name is Kattarra.

"Thank you for the drink. I am Eric Bane," I tell her, using the name on my passport and other falsified papers. Earlier, I got the impression she did not know much about werewolves, so I see no sense in boring her with my title of Claw and my place in the Pack hierarchy.

"You are too kind," I reply to her compliment on the music. She extends her hand which I take and kiss her hand. Our eyes meet and I am charmed by the shyness in them despite her age.

"Kattarra of the Black Forest," I repeat. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Is that the Black Forest of Germany or elsewhere?"

While I wait to see if Ramon shows up again, I see no reason not to spend a pleasant time chatting with this woman. Or, noting my own inner stirrings, perhaps even in more pleasurable pursuits...

Creeda Bel Ortenhsa

It was a shame that the music had ended. Yet that was the way things are. I wandered in the room for a few moments before noticing the man that had played the flute wasn't too far away.

I walked near and smiled again. "You have a great talent." Then blushed that I hadn't quite meant to say it that way. My accent adding to my embarrassment.

He didn't seem offended though. He gave me a nod.

" I am Creeda, I did enjoy hearing you play. I brought back memories of home" I confessed.

"Pieter," He glanced around.

I wasn't sure if I was getting him into trouble or not but glanced at the floor. It was hard to think of what to say sometimes. "I suppose you have your duties, yes?"

Once again I had the feeling that I was been looked over and I knew it wasn't him. I rubbed my temples again as the loud beating of the heart echoed in my head. I winced slightly then looked at him again. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Pieter."

I walked over to an empty table as I attempted to wipe away the feeling of fear that was clouding my mind. Yet it wasn't my fear but from someone else and that was even more confusing.

Ramon D'Angelo

I smile slightly as I sip my drink savoring the taste not as refined as fresh blood nor as satisfying but it has its own yuneak flavor that was interesting to say the least. I look at Amber from over the top of the glass watching her every move. The dark red liquwid swerling in my glass glinting darkly from the deem lights that swerond the room almost like tourch light.

“I could arrange a meeting between you and the lead singer perhaps if it were to be profitable for me as well.” I smirk watching her reaction not really caring about the money but the amusement of dabbling in the music business may be worth it especially if this one was interested in it.

I glans around at the fernicher it’s old and extremely expensiv well at least now it is when I bot it it was cheap compared to its werth to day.I shrug slightly at her compliment. “It’s been in the family for a long time it was acktchily made specifically for my family.” I shrug as if to say it wasn’t all that impressive. My eyes move to her lips watching as she licks her lips in a meaningful way. After asking if we could get to know echother better after are business.

I chuckle softly a lazy smile crossing my lips “Getting to know echother better would be…” I pos looking her over lazily. “Well let’s just say it would be interesting.” I chuckle softly as my eyes move back to her eyes meeting them looking deep in to the windows of her soul taking her mesher showing her some of what I’m made of.

I smirk as she menchens that her father told her all about me. “Well I hope he didn’t speak to ill of me.” I say in a soft voice. I tilt my head as she asks if I would like to talk about the band or me in speado's. I smile in a mischief’s as she watches me looking for my reaction obvisly testing to see if I would cave in to her.

“I personally don’t like Speedos there to restrictive.” I wink at her before standing and moving to the windows looking over the dancers below. My eyes spot the lead singer sitting at the bar talking to the yang one that killed to close to my club even if it wasn’t what she calls close.

“It looks like the singer in question is currently… mmm occupied.” I chuckle and turn to Amber tilting my head slightly. “But I will send him an invite.” I walk to my desk picking up the phone. “Yes the singer tell him that I would like to meat him if not tonight then soon. Tell him he can have his fun with the girl first if he wishes.” I hang up as the bar tender move’s to relay my message.

I move back to my chair sitting down once agene sitting in the lush seat the soft leather molding to me. “If he wishes to meat with use tonight he will be up. If not then we will make arrangements for tomorrow night.” I raze an eyebrow questioningly. “That is if you would like to com back to this… mmm lower class club.” I smile in a knowing way watching for her reaction.

" Aye you are right about that. that girl just being a mere nusiance, the childeren that were with me, well it's just fun to play with them." Sly little smirk from remebering how the two boys looked.

"As for the drink, no problem. Just as long as you sing for me on a more personal accomandations some time." Looking back towards him for a reaction to my words. I was still feeling the buz, but it was slowly fading. Things like that never really lasted long for me. Least I could kill a buzz within minutes if it came right down to it.

I noticed the bar keep telling Eric something, not hearing all of it, but something about being able to go upstairs if he wishes. I didn't really want to intrude, let alone it's none of my business.

If he doess choose to go up, then I leave him to decide if he wishes for me to wait for his return.

"Yes. Blackforest from Germany. I have heard that is where I was born, but it's been far to long since I have traveld there. You know how those memories come flooding back...." Pausng for a moment, geez that's probly the most uninteresting thing to say.

"Anyway, I don't want to bore with my past. mmm We can go on a little hunt, or at least somewhere more sutible.... If you wish that is. You do look like you could use alittle something to eat." Downcasting my look for the moment, finishing off my drink. I know I could use some real food, but that junk food will hold me over. There must have been something more in him, cause I am getting some strange feelings. I just want to kill tonight, not real sure why. I love killing, but this is just unreal.

Shake my head out of it, hoping this feeling will go away once I get some nicer, healthier blood in me. I look back up to Eric, my fingers eagerly reaching up without totally realizing it till I saw the tips of them. Pulled my hand back down, I soo wanted to pet his...ummm.. run my fingers through his hair. Feeling each strand of velvet between my long slender fingers.

My hair used to be long, but I decided to try something new. I found a little trick that wouldn't make it grow when cut. It does the trick. High lighting the length of my slender neck, down to the nape of the broaden shoulder, further comes the depth between two nicely developed mounds.

"So what do you say? Shall I wait here for your return, or shall I take my leave?" Coolness, calm voice is back to its fullest now, awaiting for his answer.

Amber

"Whatever you decide about the singer is fine with me Mr. D'Angelo." This coke tasted like shit, now I knew why I stuck to Avian water. Sighing, I didn't want to be rude and ask for something better to drink, he already felt I was stuck up enough as it was.

"I will be sure to grace you club again with my presence if...." I smiled, my eyes holding his for the longest moment. "You can guarantee me you will be here?" I smiled a charming little flirty kind.

My cell rang suddenly, sighing I pulled it out of my thigh belt and read the display screen. What the hell was my assistant doing calling me so late?! Ignoring it, I put it on viberate and put it back where it was.

"The hour is late and I am afraid I have to go soon, business before pleasure and all that jargen." Rising from the chair, I moved gracefully towards him, almost cat like.. Another gift I perfected.. movement.

"Perhaps you and I might meet up again?" I cocked a brow and paused just a few inches shy of touching him. Growling a little, I felt the temperature rising within the closer I got to this tastey morsel. "You should consider modeling sometime.. I know women would stare and men would envy such a physic." My fingertips reached out and moved up the front of his shirt, stopping to toy with a button before letting go again.

I glanced at the clock and smiled back at him, "It's nearly three a.m. and soon I will turn into that little slave girl, so I best be going..." I really wished to stay longer, perhaps seduce him out of his clothes, but entanglements weren't good just yet and he would consume me if I let him.. I could see it in his eyes.

Holding out my hand, I waited for him to shake it in a little farewell for now thing... I loved touching and he thrilled me to do so. Something about his lips on my neck earlier did me in with this one.. I had to be careful, I loved self control too much to give it up to anyone.. He made me want to. That was dangerous and yet another challenge. I smiled brighter, I loved a challenge.

"Good night Ramon." I grasped his hand, stepped forward and placed a rather chaste kiss near the corner of his mouth.

Eric Bane

I nod to the bartender and get up off the stool.

"I'm not sure how long I will be," I reply to Kattarra, "but you are correct. I am in the mood for the hunt. However, I must see to this business first. If you wish to wait, I will look for you here. If not...," I shrug and pull out a piece of paper, scribble the number of my cell phone on it. "Give me a call, say around 2 a.m. I should be done by then."

I take her hand and kiss it, then walk towards the office without looking back.

As I approach, the smell grows stronger. It is indeed one of the Ancient Ones, but far older and more powerful than the Grand Master of Paris, who is the oldest I have ever met. The scent of this one is beyond the mere smell of decay. His is the scent of doors best left closed, questions best left unanswered. Of Death itself.

I knock at the door and, at his bidding, enter.

"Ramon D'Angelo." It is not a question. Though my people have not the psychic abilities of the Vampires and others, the power emanating from this one is unmistakeable. Since he has called me up here, I will let him begin.

Kattarra~

I smile lightly, his kiss upon my hand brings back a few memories of when real men used to do that. Warm feeling also sneaks in there.

Though he hands me his number, I do await for his return. No where else to really go at the moment anyway so why not. Watching him leave before asking the bar keep if he had healthy blood back there somewhere. I didn't care if it was cold or not. Not to my surprise he did, handing me a dark glass with refreshing thick red liquid. I have no idea what was comming over me, but I didn't like it in the least. As if another personality or something else was trying to push it's way through me.

I knew that dudes blood was alittle sweeter than normal, just could place it. Ah well I nursed the glass of blood it was settling me down enough to actually think again. I just hope that Eric doesn't mind me waiting for him. Then again, like I said where would I go? Go on a killing spree is what I most likely would end up doing and not sure if I would be able to stop it, right now that would just be totally out of the question..... For now that is.....

Yet I hold my tongue and wait calmly upon Erics arrival. I am perfectly fine.. I think .................

Ramon D'Angelo

I take Amber’s hand lifting it up to my lips and kissing it gently letting my lips linger longer then strictly necessary on it. I straiten my eyes locked on her eyes. “Tell next time.” I smile softly I look forward to are next meeting.

I look over at the door as the singer walks in his eyes on me. He addresses me by name not noticing Amber yet. I turn to him a slightly smile on my lips. “AAAA yes Eric I called you up to discus busyness.” I nod to Amber “Amber her has shown intrest in you band, I my self am interested in it you have a good sound.”

”I would talk with you about your fetcher and Amber her wants in on it.” I glance at Amber briefly. “She can’t stay any longer tonight but she says she’ll try to be back tomorrow.” I tilt my head giving him a meaningful look. “Tell then I would discus some… other maters with you.”

I give him a firm look I felt the other members of the back hunting. They weren’t too close but I want to make shear he knows my rules about the club. “I would like you to play agene tomorrow night I may hire you as a regular.”