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Jan 7, 2013 22:14:02 GMT -8
Post by Alea Dracoslovic on Jan 7, 2013 22:14:02 GMT -8
Kalypso was keeping herself out of sight and working in the kitchen. Following the orders she was given by the woman who worked there. Greatful to have a place to sleep tonight at least. But, not sure for how long that would be. She figured it best not to push her luck. She would go out into other parts of the club as needed as she kept floors clean from time to time when the kitchen was not to busy. Someone had to clean up the dirty floors that occured and noone else seemed up for the job. She just did it without an issue for the moment. If anyone seen her it was obvious she was far to young to be there but didnt say a word to anyone. She didnt know anyone in Seattle. And only arrived earlier that day.::
Alea was in her office, one phone call ended another taken, as she leaned back, one leg crossing over the other, thumb running over the ends of the fingernails of her free hand as the other held the phone pressed to her ear. An entirely too bored expression crossed her face as she listened and then replied to the voice on the end of the line, in Estonian. "Mind ei huvita, kui palju see on, saada mulle. Ja see oli parem olla siin neljapäeval või ma pean oma peas." She listened a moment longer, then nodded. "Nii ma arvasingi. Väga hea."
Kalypso was not sure nor cared how long she had been working. It wasnt like this was anything she wasnt used too. Kind of reminded her of the research facility give you a job and you did it without question. She continued to try to be almost ghost like as she moved about the club and cleaned. She made sure to be like a wall flower without the wall. One minute there the next gone. Luckly she cleaned quickly and efficiently.::
The line was disconnected and the phone settled back onto her desk. Rising, Alea moved to the door and out, heading for the main floor, as she skirted the VIP room. A smile here, a nod there. Make them feel welcome and special. The blood bags got off on allowing the feed. The vampires fed well. Everyone was happy. And it kept the local authorities at bay. No bodies piling up meant no questions asked. It was a win / win.
Kalyspo was not sure what to think about what she had seen in the club or what to think about the club in general. This was all new to her but she would keep to her work duties. Doing her best to keep out of sight. Until someone tried to corner her while she was working. She would be polite and tell them she was not interested and that she was on the clock. Softly smiles as she moved to grab the black dirty glass container behind the bar to take to the kitchen. Trying her best not to cause a scene. Little nervous of what may happen to her if she did.::
Kalypso would not be allowed anywhere near the VIP room. She was young and an unknown quantity as of yet. Such information would not be given out to just anyone. And no one would be cornering her anywhere. She was told she would stay out of sight of the patrons at all times. It was for her own safety. Drunks could be so unseemly. Alea headed down the stairs, her gown trailing after her, the dress looked made for royalty and indeed it was. The Old Dragon did love her finery, for all that she was equally comfortable in armor, with sword in hand.
She heard footsteps long before she seen the woman that gave her the room and job as of yet. Some of her senses had been enhanced for as long as she could remember and she never knew why. She would start cleaning the dirty dishes that she brought to the back. As the dishwasher told her how to handle all the machines and things in the back. She nodded little nervous to turn around as she figured eyes would be on her.::
With her hair swept severely upward and the sleeveless gown, there was nothing to detract from the cold beauty of her shoulders. Her throat was graced with a rough, polished ruby the size of a child's fist, surrounded by diamonds of various cuts. Heads turned as she walked by and employees hurried to show their respect with a bow of head as they stepped back out of the way. She paused, gaze sweeping over the kitchen, making sure all was as it should be.
Kalypso was in the kitchen with the staff. She followed suit so as not to draw any unnecessary attention. Not really understanding but figured it was all part of the ambiance of the club. Considering she didnt know much of the club owner. She never even asked a name for the woman. Be it to nervous to speak or not sure why anyone would give someone like her a place to stay and work straight off the street. She bowed as everyone else did. There was nothing out of place in the kitchen as they worked. She eventually moved to help with the food as she washed her hands and started preparing food.::
The girl was watched as she went about her duties, a satisfied nod given, before she spoke to one of the kitchen staff. "See to it she is well rested. Do not overtax her. There are labor laws, after all." The last thing she needed was some sort of citation or fine for breaking some silly municipal rule. She swept on through, pausing to speak to chef, then availed herself of the man's office as she sent for the child.
It would not be long before Kalypso had to leave her station in the kitchen and go before the woman once more. Her presence had been asked for in the chefs office. She knew chef was too busy at the moment running the kitchen. It was not long before she was placed before the woman. Once again not sure why or for what reason. Other than her having left the kitchen when she wasnt suppposed to. But, she thought there was noone else available to go out there and collect dirty dishes and cleaning the floor. She also knew the woman could throw her out at her leisure and part of her half expected that too.::
Alea regarded the girl, studied her carefully. "How was your first day?" Simple enough, the Old Dragon watched the child who stood before her as she herself toyed with the letter opener from Chef's desk, tip to finger, end turned round and round by fingers of the other hand.
"Fine. It was work. Busy. Not boring. What do you want? Why would you give a job to just anyone off the street?":: Raising a brow for she had her own suspicions. She thought she knew people pretty well and people do not usually do things like this. Just give someone off the street a job. She figured the woman had other intentions but what were they? She would stay close to the door as she leaned against the wall a bit.::
"You are a very suspicious creature. Used wisely that could be a good thing. Foolishly and it could well get you killed." The letter opener was tossed to the desk. "Stay, go, I care not which." She waved her fingers as if freeing them of any detritus that may have been picked up with the object. "If you do stay you will abide by my rules. Break them and you will find yourself out on your ass before you can blink. Is that understood?"
"Cant help its the way I was taught to be. Okay. Yes its understood.":: She would head to the room that she was given to use. Which wasnt much it was obvious it was a closet or something. It just barely fit her. It was not like she had a lot of opportunities so she knew for the moment she had to tread lightly. She listened to the music of the club. She figured there wouldnt be an issue of when she left due to her age and the fact she would probably be up and bushy tailed and ready for work come day light. She figured there would be plenty of work to do to get things ready for the night.::
There was always plenty to do. Too, there were studies. A child her age should be in school. She would have one of her men look into it. Perhaps Roan... Okay so perhaps not Roan. Someone, however had to know something about children, yes? She left the office, and started out of the kitchen. "See to it the child is well fed and groomed. And someone take her shopping tomorrow.... She cannot continue to dress like an orphan." She stepped out of the kitchen and made her way through the club, one of her men meeting her at the door with her coat. It was time to hunt a few of Alex's friends.
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Feb 6, 2013 21:38:46 GMT -8
Post by Alea Dracoslovic on Feb 6, 2013 21:38:46 GMT -8
Alea Dracoslovic: The nightclub was closed to the public, Sunday through Wednesday, but those were the days when the private events were held. Alea was currently in her office, in her office, down the hall past the DJ booth. She was going over the numbers from last week, and was, all in all, quite pleased with them. Closing the books, yes, she still used actual ledgers. Computers were fine, but she didn't trust them implicitly, so the books were locked into the bottom drawer of her desk.
Manager Cieaner: --After signing the paperwork, Jake was going to bring Sed along to deliver the paperwork. A reason for Sed's inclusion was for a band member to see the club, and another reason was out of self-preservation for the two. Clad in his usual biker leather jacket, a black long sleeve tee hid a necklace under his shirt. Darker blue jeans and cycle boots finished off Jake's look. Having a file folder of all the paperwork, the bouncers ushered Jake and Sed into the club. He figured he'd stop by and deliver this paperwork in person while experiencing the club in a more subdued atmosphere. Business would have not been done well on a major club night-- (d)
DeviI Red: Sed was walking beside him, hands stuffed into her own biker jacket pockets. She was in all black, moving like his shadow, not saying a word as she tucked similar necklaces beneath her own shirt. "Why do I feel like we're the flies," she murmured low, under her breath, smirking as she cast him a sideways glance. -d-
Alea Dracoslovic: When the pair arrived, they were lead toward Alea's office, and she rose as they were shown in. A smile touched her lips as she rounded her desk, a long, loose flowing tunic of sheer black with a black camisole underneath was worn, with form fitting black slacks, and those signature red soled, nose bleed high stilettos. Her hand was offered out, and whereas most of her kind might be slightly cool to the touch, she had fed recently. It was good to have hired help, who donated.
Manager Cieaner: -Jake and Sed were ushered up to Alea's office, as they would make a trip up to drop off the paperwork. As they entered the office, he'd see the raven haired club owner as he'd smile and extended his hand. He shook Alea's hand and saying-- "Hi Alea, good to see you once again...." –He motioned over to Sed and introduced her-- "Alea, this is Sedona Raines- Eleventh Hour's guitarist. I figured she'd want to see where the listening party for the label contest was gonna be." --In the meantime, he'd offer Alea the paperwork in the folder, saying-- "I hope this is all the paperwork, it should be all signed, with the credit card number in there for expenses" -- (d)
DeviI Red: Sed didn't need heels to be in the nose bleeds, the woman was six feet even and when she did wear stilettos, there were very few men, let alone women that could compete. As Jake introduced Sedona to Alea, the she-wolf offered a nod, as well as a hand. "Nice place," she complimented, making note of certain things, like all available exits, that she could see at least. It was something that came with the territory of getting into as much trouble as the band in the past, but this time around, it served a dual purpose. -d-
Alea Dracoslovic: "Excellent." Shaking his hand, she took the envelope with the other and then offered her hand out to Sedona. "A pleasure it is." Her lips curled upward as she regarded the woman. She found it amusing that he'd brought the wolf, almost as if he felt the need to protect himself. As for height, barefoot she was five foot nine, not short, by any means, but then she was from a line of warriors, had done her share of sword slinging herself, not that anyone would guess such, looking at the carefully coifed woman now. Still, she kept in practice. A skill unused was one that waned, no matter who you were. "Thank you." She offered the red head. "Would you like a tour?"
Manager Cieaner: --Sometimes, when you were one of the few humans among supernaturals, a little backup wasn't always a bad thing. Sedona was not only his friend, but good to have in case shit went down. As he glanced at the paperwork, saying to Alea-- "I hope all the paperwork looks good. And I've been telling Sed about the club and the private rooms..." --Looking over to Sed, saying-- "Do you wanna check out the private rooms at least?" -- (d)
DeviI Red: Said the spider to the fly... Again, the quote went through her mind as the woman spoke and it was all Sedona could do not to smirk. "Sure," she nodded. "Why not." The place would be filled with the band's fans, the least she could do was see what the club was about, especially since Ryan would no doubt be grilling her for details later on. Of course, there were plenty of reasons, but alas, to make it look good, she went along for the ride. -d-
Alea Dracoslovic: "I am sure the paperwork is fine. If I have any questions or concerns, I know how to find you." She smiled as she laid the envelope on her desk and then swept past them for the door. "The club has two floors, two mezzanines, one being VIP only, both off the main dance floor at opposite ends of the room. There is but one stairway to the VIP room, but the other Mezzanine has one from the main dance floor and one that leads to the... pardon the expression, but it is called the tunnel of love. A moniker that the customers seemed to gravitate toward and it stuck. It is just a hallway, between the blue room, the card room and lounge."
Manager Cieaner: --He was a little unsure of everything, and hoped that things would go down in a normal business setting. This place could be a goldmine for future events and hoped everybody was going to handle things in a civil fashion. Jake would follow Alea and Sed into the "tunnel of love" hallway, and glanced over to Sed, saying-- "The red and blue rooms are quite nice. One of the rooms is going to be a lounge area for the band the night of the party." --Glancing over at Sed, wondering what she thought of everything so far-- (d)
DeviI Red: Now, now, the ladies could play nice, couldn't they? Then again, Jake knew what they were both capable of, so he probably felt like he was walking through a mine field with the two females. As they made their way through the club, with Alea guiding them, Sed was taking inventory, making mental notes to share later with the rest of the band. The 'tunnel of love' did gain a smirk, though as she elbowed Jake in the ribs, thinking of him and Shaylen, but alas, she wouldn't state the little blonde's name, for obvious reasons, namely the woman they were with. "If I get to pick, I'll go with the red," and it had nothing to do with her hair and everything about what it looked like -- was more their scene, or so it would be once she laid eyes on it (if they haven't already). -d-
Alea Dracoslovic: "The Card room." She nodded. "Excellent choice. With the lounge attached, it gives ample opportunity to imbibe freely. The only question now, is what specific date do you have in mind." She looked between them. "Anything, Sunday through Wednesday would be ideal."
Manager Cieaner: --Jake smirked, knowing damn well about him and Shay- shooting Sed a evil grin while shaking his head. They were being lead here the Red Room, as he heard Alea's question, replying-- "The album is going to be out May 3rd. The planned date for the event right now is Wednesday, April 17th. Good night for a private event. I figure we can have that theme night we were discussing a few weeks after that." --He had mentioned something for his friends at Syren a few weeks later as another deal with Trinity-- (d)
DeviI Red: Drinking was always a good thing when it came to the band, so the set up of the room would work well. "Sweet," she nodded, shifting her gaze to Jake as he seemed to be looking for her to agree about the dates. It made her laugh. "As of the end of this month, we're under your command, big guy." He was the manager after all, and so long as a full moon wasn't involved, Eleventh Hour would oblige, even if there were some grunts and growls involved. "You got the whip, remember?" She winked, though the mention of Syren did make her inwardly groan -- those photos were going to haunt her forever! -d-
Alea Dracoslovic: "Perfect. I shall reserve the date, and pencil in the other until you've a chance to get with your other client and confirm." She looked between them, and smiled as she reached out to delve into their thoughts, only to come up short. One brow rose as she regarded the pair for a moment, before speaking again. "Well, are there any other questions or concerns?"
Manager Cieaner: --He knew the date worked, unless there was some full moon shifting that had to take place. He laughed at Sed's comment, saying-- "Someone's gotta keep your asses in line..." --he knew the tour would go just fine and heard what Alea had to say, looking to her and saying-- "I really don't have any questions. But if you have some VIP members that would be interested in checking out the show, let me know." --He knew what the clientele of the VIP crowd could be here, and wouldnt make Sed happy, but he had to extend some sort of olive branch to Alea's regular customers-- (d)
DeviI Red: Sedona shifted her weight from one hip to the other -- she was getting antsy for a smoke, but she didn't make a big deal about it. When she heard Jake mention the VIP members of the club, she felt a single claw of the beast scrape at the underside of her skin, making it crawl, but she retained her composure, kind of glad she had those necklaces now, even if one of them did absolutely nothing for her ensemble, as rocker-bikeresque as it was. -d-
Alea Dracoslovic: "I believe there is one, in particular who may wish to attend and I would be most happy to extend an invitation to him." She smiled, and it was one of those cat ate the canary looks. She could almost see the look on the little bastard's face. "However I think perhaps you would have better luck extending an invitation, than I, since you are now managing him, I do believe?"
Manager Cieaner: --It's possible Jake knew who Alea was referring to, and that's what they were trying to avoid. Good thing she couldn’t read their minds, or else Jake would have been screwed. But Alea let the cat out of the bag- anybody with the internet knew that Jake's contact info was on Alex's "Contact Us" site. He answered the question as cordially as possible, saying-- "You're referring to Alex...Yes, I just started managing him. Didn't know the two of you knew each other....I'll be sure to let him know" --He gave her a polite smile, not giving away too much and would definitely relay this along to Alex-- (d)
DeviI Red: Like Jake, Sedona was careful with her reactions. Alea couldn't read their minds, but she could probably read body language just as well, and the redhead refused to let her read between the lines as far as she was concerned. Standing there quietly, she went about the task of pulling out a pack of smokes. Though she wouldn't be lighting up inside, the mere act sated the craving enough that it was tolerable. Didn't mean she wasn't listening closely to what was being said, though -- and there was another scratch, the nails of the wolf within raking at her insides, a reminder of what she was, and where. -d-
Alea Dracoslovic: "Oh, Alexandre and I go way back. He is quite talented. I am sure he will have women the world over all aflutter. In fact, I am surprised he hasn't called to arrange a pick up of his pet. I was so distraught when I learned his housekeeper's accident. Naturally I had to check on her, and then learned that Gus had been with her at the time?" She clicked her tongue. "The poor dear. The authorities were about to take him to some animal shelter. I promised them I would look after him until Alex's return, but I've not heard from him."
Manager Cieaner: --There was the pet that Alex was talking about. Jake knew nothing of the housekeeper's accident and would have to speak with Alex about that. he gazed at Alea, saying to her-- "I'm sure he'll like to know his pet is still alive. I can let him know about it and see how he wishes to arrange a pick-up." --Oh, this ought to be good when he told Alex all of this. Jake said to her-- "He's always a busy guy these days, but hopefully, he can be reunited with his pet sometime soon." --He was being very cordial, but knew what the raven haired woman was up to-- (d)
DeviI Red: Sedona did, too. For as calm and composed as she was on the outside, she was seething inwardly -- with the exception of Alex, there wasn't a fucking leech that could be trusted. Patting down the beat-up soft pack, she slid one free and pressed it between her lips, letting it dangle there as she looked between the two of them. Jake was holding his own against the bullshit, so she wasn't going to butt in. -d-
Alea Dracoslovic: "I am sure he will be. Alexandre has always been something of a gentle soul." Her tone of voice more than slightly hinted that she found it a flaw, rather than a quality to be admired. "Well if there are no other questions?" She knew the wolf was ansty, in dire need of that cigarette. She glanced at her. "If you wish to smoke, you may. It's not like we are crowded tonight."
Manager Cieaner: --He nodded to Alea as she was wrapping up the meeting for now. Everybody seemed content with the idea, and said to Alea-- "I think we are all set here for the evening. Glad we were able to meet. For the Syren party...I will send their requests. Who knows, they want to send a model over with some of the clothes that will be shown off that night. I'll ask them" --He knew that could be a recipe for disaster, but he had to play it off as if everything was normal. He glanced over at Sed and ready" --"Ready?" --He'd look to Alea to begin to lead them out-- (d)
DeviI Red: When he mentioned a model, Sedona immediately shot him a "don't even think ask." She eyed him with a smirk while thanking Alea for allowing her to light up -- her vices were few and simple, but they were strong. As she popped open the lid of the Zippo, the flame flickered in the blue of her eyes, followed by the blur of smoke as she slowly exhaled. Jake didn't have to ask twice about them leaving either. While she could've easily walked ahead of him, she didn't, carefully keeping a space between him and the vampire -- there was no such thing as overly-cautious in this life. -d- (think of asking*)
Alea Dracoslovic: "It should be interesting." She smiled and lead them back through to the main room, and toward the door. "I do look forward to having you." She smiled at Jake, then to Sedona as she stepped out ahead of them, despite the cold and the sheerness of her outfit.
Manager Cieaner: --He'd smile to Alea, saying towards her-- "It should be great. I will give you a call about if a model can make it to show off the clothing. For now, we'll be in touch and I'll talk with Alex for you." --With that, the manager and Red were on their way off towards his car and discuss things from there-- (d)
Alea Dracoslovic: Alea watched them as they made their way to the car, and then she stepped back inside, wheels turning.
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Feb 15, 2013 22:55:21 GMT -8
Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 15, 2013 22:55:21 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex had called Alea, but had not gotten through to the woman herself. Seemed her staff either was screening her calls or dropping the ball. Either way, a lack of response meant a trip to the club for an up close and personal. This one... so not going to go down the way the one at Studio 7 did. Here, Alex wasn't protected by Javier's warding. Here, Alex was, in fact, at Alea's mercy. The message, however had to be delivered. When he moved through the doors of the club, bypassing the line that wound around the corner and down the street, he gained more than a few looks from those waiting, but frankly, didn't give a damn. Once inside, his gaze slid over those within, searching for the woman herself, though he figured she was likely locked away somewhere. Moving deeper into the room, he looked up toward the VIP area.
AeIora Tylwyth: :: Aelora was just locking up her magical shop. Bell, Book and Candle. Her small shop was just around the corner form the Trinity Nightclub. She could feel the vibrating base of the music, vibrating through the pavement under her feet. She had just changed into a white corset dress with little ruffles at the top of the plunging heartshaped top. Ruffles from the waist down to midthigh. White high top boots that laced up all the way to her knees. The added height of the heels put her barely at 5'1. Petite even in human form due to being fae. The long line she just skimmed right by. Putting on that magical charm to be put at head of the line. She had heard so much about this place that the curious part of her had a calling to find out just what the *dish* was all about. Yet once she entered she felt a little *off* The charm could not be used. Her powers...were ceasing to be. Now what the heck was up with that?::
Alea Dracoslovic: The woman herself was making certain her customers were being well taken care of. And those very important people of course were her top priority. Her red carpet look was pure Giorgio Armani, save the shoes. Those red signature soles were classic Louboutin. She moved with a grace that was fluid, a hand offered here, a kiss to air near a cheek there, though by and large the humans within the VIP section were given no more notice than an entre on a passing customer's plate. They were, in fact, the main course in her eyes. So long as she didn't have to call in a cleaner and disrupt operations, she was fine. Alex Vipond: Feeling her presence long before he saw her, Alex headed for the stairs that would lead upward to the VIP room. The fact that at one time, he was a frequent visitor gave him no small amount of recognition and he was allowed past the velvet rope barrier that kept the haves from the have nots, the bouncer dropping the rope back into place after allowing Alex admittance to the area above. He took the stairs upward just as Alea came into view near the mezzanine rail overlooking the room below. His gaze locked onto her as he made his way upward.
AeIora Tylwyth: :: This was the very first time she had had a feeling of fear since coming to earth. If she were not able to use her powers then how was she to protect herself? The scent of her fear would be a burst of spring flowers and vanilla. A few heads would for a second look at the firey red head making her way through the dance floor towards the bar. Yet a firm grip would be placed upon one hip and the other twirling her around. She'd come face to face with a massive chest and slowly look up to find a rather handsome male face. To bad, she wasn't interested. She tried twisting out of his grip yet it was nearly impossible. After an irritated tug of war she found herself still within his grip. She had not choice but move with him upon the dance floor. As his body began to grind against his, her hackles rose. Her mind plotting her soonest escape::
Alea Dracoslovic: The presence was felt, and as she moved to the rail, her gaze slid over the crowd below and then moved to the stairs. Ah, yes. There was her progeny. The altercation below, however would take her attention for a moment, and then her gaze would cut to one of the bouncers. A slight nod would be given, and returned and then the man accosting the woman would be removed. He could leave under his own power, or not. His choice. Alea had a reputation to uphold and she wasn't above compelling the man to step out in front of a bus if he annoyed her enough. As for why the little woman with the red hair was afraid, that was simply a curiousity. She had no reason to fear here. Those within were free to do as they would, as long as they didn't annoy the owner. Unlike Alex who liked to hide in places that prevented the use of powers, Alea rather enjoyed the energy that flowed from those who frequented the nightclub.
Alex Vipond: Leave it to Alea to see it that way. He continued upward, gaze following hers for a moment and then he was on the mezzanine, and moving to stand beside her at the rail. "Either you are ducking my calls, or your staff is with holding information from you. Either way, an invitation has been extended to you from one whom I can only presume is an ... old friend. He perpetrated an attack on a wolf pack the other night, by way of ghouls, just to extend this invitation to yourself and another elder, by the name of Helena Thorn. Do you know her?"
AeIora Tylwyth: :: The man did not intend on releasing his newfound dancing partner without a bit of trouble. He tried shaking off the bouncer. As he was distracted, Aelora would twist out of his grip and move to stand behind the bouncer yet the annoying Male continued by grabbing her wrist. A burst of anger was sent forward and her other hand would lift and toss a zap of lighting right at his middel. Knocking him to the dance floor, yet in the process knocking a couple over behind him... ooops! Aelora would wipe her hands on her skirt, for they still sizzled and she would look around like a guilty child. A little shoulder lift at the bouncer and a sweet smile... like I didn't do it. Then she turned dismissing them all, looking around to see if any had noticed.::
Alea Dracoslovic: One brow rose as she turned her gaze to Alex. Handsome as ever. Bastard. "Who would use ghouls and wolves to extend an invitation when a letter would suffice?" Her gaze slid from Alex to look back down at the floor below. When the altercation escalated, her gaze narrowed, first on the man who seemed to not get the point, and then on the girl with the red hair. Irritation flickered across her visage, before she looked back at the man, who rose and turned to look upward. A nod was given the woman looking down at him and then without a word, he turned and left the club. It wasn't a bus. A Guinness truck had to suffice but with a screech of tires and a sickening thud, the man's days of accosting women were over. As for the little red head. Alea's gaze turned toward her now, even though she addressed Alex. "Who is this person who so terribly wants my attention?"
Alex Vipond: Vampiric hearing. Even over the base of the music flowing through the club, Alex could hear the sounds from outside, the horrified onlookers, and the eventual wail of sirens. "Don't you think that's a little extreme?" His own expression spoke of disapproval, before he returned to the topic at hand. "I don't know. I do know he was wanting it badly enough to send a herd of ghouls after a pack of wolves. Specifically addressed me to send you a message, so who ever it is... knows you. And knows Helena, or at least of her enough to know she's in the city. Why else extend an invitation to two of the eldest vampires of the city for a 'party'? I don't think he has cake and balloon animals in mind."
AeIora Tylwyth: ::Maybe coming to the club had been a bad idea. Or maybe it was her lucky day to attract the attention of such a fool. She might have danced with the fool if he had went about it in a different manner, but that man would think a woman owed him anything he wanted. Another words No meant Yes. She had an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach so much so that she stopped in mid-way to the bar. A hand pressed to her stomach and then she heard the awful sound of the tires squealing upon the pavement. There was the oddest feeling that it was the Man that had tormented her moments before. And slowly Aelora glanced up in the direction of Alea and Alex. With her fae vision she was able to make out both. She knew Alex, a little, the woman she didn't. Right hand lifted and she gave a little friendly wave then slipped up on the barstool. She got an odd reaction from the bartender when she ordered a fresh glass of cream. Yet within moments it was placed on the counter before her.::
Alea Dracoslovic: "Actually I think it's a lot extreme." She smiled to him, then looked back down at the crowd below. "Shame. I rather like balloon animals." That brow rose again as the little one ... waved. "Another fan of yours, I take it?" She looked back at Alex. "You do tend to collect them. Speaking of which, what of this human you are ... involved with?" The last two words were nearly spat out. Jealous much? Perhaps, but then she found the whole vampire/human relationship to be the most least beneficial. Unless of course one is feeding. "Are you? Feeding from her?"
Alex Vipond: "My relationship is none of your business, Alea." He regarded her evenly, "I don't know why this vampire wants you and I'm sorely tempted to say fuck it, let him have you, but that wouldn't necessarily sit well with me. As much of a bitch as you are, you're still my maker, and despite your having released my from our bond..." he paused, letting out a breath, as if what he was about to say left a bad taste in his mouth, "there is a certain sense of duty remaining."
AeIora Tylwyth: :: She stared down into the cream as she tilted the glass and watched it swirl. Then she lifted it to her candy red lips and took a sip. It left one of those milk mustaches, which she licked it like a kitten with it's favorite cream The man sitting on the barstool beside her offered. "Can I buy you another..what is it??? A white russian?" She gave him a soft smile, nothing saucy to turn him on. Then a little shrug. "If you like.. it's a white russian minis the vodka." He chuckled then ordered her next drink and put it on his running tab.::
Alea Dracoslovic: "Aw, you do care." She reached over and patted his cheek, then turned to face him at the rail. "The message has been delivered. Your duty is done. I shall find out who this vampire who so desires my attention is, and when I do you will be the first I let know." Sincere? Hardly, but she recognized an olive branch when she saw one. Who ever this vampire controlling ghouls was, was likely someone that could put a dent in her social calendar. She was not above accepting a truce, even temporary, to defeat a commn foe. "And what are you planning to do, in the mean time?"
Alex Vipond: "Pick your brain and Helena's and try to find a common denominator." The only one he knew of, between the two... sadly, was himself. Not exactly a warm fuzzy feeling that thought was giving. "So, you don't know Helena, and have no ties with Marme Noire? What about elders whom you may have spurned? Piss any guys off lately?" He smiled. "Other than me?"
chronic violet: Lovely Lola Darling. Why are you so captivated by your own reflection? A mirror across the dance floor held her in a trance. The man next to her said something droll, like, ' A penny for your thoughts, doll face? ' But our intrepid heroin is stuck somewhere between worlds, ignoring the gentleman's attentions, Lapsed. People dance, swaying in the arms of lyrics and measures. Flashing lights, spilling cocktails. Blue-light refracted from her on all her sides. A white dress, pale hair and skin; a singular violet flower in a field of black. Metaphors, sometimes make themselves. Especially in her poet's heart. Whatever spell she'd been under is released as she turns towards the bartender bringing her a martini. She thanks someone down the bar with a silent toast in their direction, ' hey thanks for the drink, lover.' Lola turns back towards the mirror's gaze. Foiled is the disappointed man; all his hard work and best play in vain. (d)
AeIora Tylwyth: ::The second glass of cream was sipped on as Mr. Smooth tried a few lines on her. She was polite but didn't do anything to put out the impression she was looking for anything other than, a friend. Her attention was diverted though as she spotted a Lady who seemed entranced before a mirror. Tilting of heartshaped face as curiously she watched her. Just the other eve she had actually glamour'd herself, lost within the diamonds in a tennis bracelet. Lucky for her, Alex had realized something was off and snapped her attention away just in time. She tried not to stare, but the lady had peaked her curiosity. Just what was she?::
Alea Dracoslovic: "Very funny. I will have you know I have not..." And there she paused, eyes narrowing. "Kristos." She near snarled the name. "He was in to see me, a few months ago. I spurned his advances. He wanted more than a tryst, he wanted an alliance. It may well be he who has so gone out of his way to gain the attentions of all."
Alex Vipond: "Kristos. Who and what the fuck is he and how do you contact him?" At least they had a lead, slight though it was. "And just how pissed is he at you?" Because that would tell them just how much of a cluster fuck they were looking at. Things could turn ugly fast. Very, very fast.
chronic violet: Triangles are her favorite shape. Three lines, where two points meet. The trinity nightclub held something special in the algorithm of this new found life in Seattle. Experience. Many walks of life; all points lead to here. Lola sipped the martini glass. Leaving behind a stain of lipstick, which the black lights reveal as indigo. Being watched. Lola's green eyes turn towards Aeolora's. Empty night. She turns to the bartender to listen to some chiding banter taking it all with much aplomb and grace. (d)
AeIora Tylwyth: ::Well that second glass of cream was finished. She was nice and pleasantly full. No need to order a white russian when alcohol didn't faze her in the least. There was a really great song with a nice beat on. She was tapping her foot along with the beat, though she dare not enter the dance floor again. Not after what had taken place earlier. She was a bit, chicken now. If she had to *zap* any more men she just might find herself bounced out. Had she known what this place really was...that humans came here to be drank on by vampires, she'd most likely not have come. She'd always been warned of them, the one thing, that a vampire once they tasted that fae blood, probably couldn't stop.::
Alea Dracoslovic: Actually, that fact was not common knowledge. It was, in fact, kept uber quiet. Only those in the know, would be allowed in the VIP section where such activity went on. And unless Ms Pixie Dust, 2013 announced what she was, she would be fine. As for Alex and his questions... Alea looked back at him, pulling her gaze from those down below, the women at the bar dismissed from mind for now to focus on the matter at hand. "Kristos is Master of Beasts. We have had interactions before. As I said, a few months ago, he proposed an alliance of sorts, but then he disappeared again. You know what that's like, don't you Alex? You're rather good at it."
Alex Vipond: "Didn't realize when we parted company that I was supposed to send Christmas cards every year." He looked down below, Lola catching his attention and he watched her for an extremely brief moment before focusing on Alea once more. No point in putting the woman on his maker's radar.
chronic violet: Things are not always what they seem; much like the matte red kiss on a martini glass that looks like an ink stain. All things are different when they are seen in a different light, or from a different perspective. Perhaps mirror's make such a difference? Just maybe they even reveal certain inalienable truths. A shot glass of vodka, donned by a lime, was gingerly placed before her. The bartender smiled a Lola lifted a brow. He canted towards a table of men in business suits. Delicately she rolled her eyes and smiled, lifting the glass. ' Here is to you', down the hatch. Lola let the napkin pat her lower lip. A mark. She was here. Setting the napkin down on the bartop, she waved; a wiggle of seperate fingers, up to Alex. (d)
AeIora Tylwyth: ::Well the last thing she wanted was to be caught staring at that curious female, who Aelora counted had been sent two drinks. So the Men were vying for her attention with offering drinks. Lora would smirk and finish off her last drop of cream. She covered a tinkling fairy giggle behind a hand as that woman waved to Alex. If she had been here about a half hour earlier, lora had done the same exact thing, waved to Alex. He was one more popular...guy. Well he was much more than that. He was a vampire. Which she gave a long thought too. He knew what she was, and yet she had no fear of him. So was he a nice vampire?::
Alea Dracoslovic: Alex was a Pomeranian, for all the bite he had. "Your fan base grows. Does your dearest Meghan know of the women who follow you about?" Dig? Damn right. If she could incite unrest between the pair, she would. "Perhaps someone should let her know just how popular you are."
Alex Vipond: Alex just smirked at her. "Meghan knows she has nothing to worry about. In fact, she finds it rather ... invigorating, to know that at the end of the show, she's the on who will be fucking the lead singer senseless." His smile grew as he leaned a hip against the rail. IxenCronquist: The door to the club opened slowly and another vampire would slip in. He wore his usual slick clothing that seemed to blend some timelines. He wore polished shoes that were black. His black slacks went up his body giving an ease of movement. His shirt was a black silk shirt with a black vest over it. He wore the black fedora on his head and the black leather trench coat that went down to his knees. He looked around slowly his blue eyes moving around. His scent sort of came in and swirled but he kept a lock down on his powers. No need to let them be uncontrolled. Fresh rainfall and evergreen. That was the scent. <D>
chronic violet: Lola slid off the stool and pushed the fringe of pale blonde hair from her forehead. She weaved around tables occasionally smiling at the other bar flies. People dancing made a path for her passing, one young woman shivered visably. Rubbing vigorously at her arms. Lola looked up with intention as she tapped the shoulder of a man in the center of the dancefloor stood stock still and staring at his hands. Flexing them into fists, and freeing them again. Tapping him on the shoulder caused his quick turn. Lola's features filled with forlorn. Pity, perhaps. She took his hand, " Dime a dance, fella," she whispered, dancing into his open arms. My mistress eyes, are nothing like the sun. They danced to a slow beat. The rhythm distracting him, and subduing his confusion. (d)
AeIora Tylwyth: ::Well that good song finished and a slow one came on. She turned to the right just a tad on her stool to watch those on the dance floor. Bodies were drawn close together. Forms weaving back and forth. Yet beyong that...her nose was drawn to a scent, a very alluring scent. That of fresh rainfall and evergreens. She closed her eyes and enhaled again. She could picture herself in the forest and with each step flowers bloomed after each dainty step. She was already off the stool and moving forward, she ran right into a solid chest and formed an apology. Side stepping the near accident she laid eyes upon the tall handsome trench coat wearer that just entered. Only then did she realize her mischievious feet had carried her through the dancefloor and nearly to him. She drew to a hasty stop and shook her head. What the hell was she doing? She didn't know him. And yet...that scent. Her own would lift to his nose.. the scent of fresh spring flowers and sweet vanilla:: Alea Dracoslovic: "Bastard." Spat with vemon toward her progeny. If they were alone, she would have slapped him. As they were not, it simply would not be decorus. "You've done your civic duty. You can go now." She turned and headed for the stairs, not bothering to look back at him. She knew he'd be standing there, smirking in that annoying little way he had. He walked away from her. Now it was her turn.
IxenCronquist: His nose twitched softly as she caught the scent of spring flowers and sweet vanilla. "Good evening youngling." He said to the fae that approached him. He had a cane in his hand before him as he cocked his head slowly. "I have not seen one of your kind in over a thousand years." His blue eyes looked to hers for a moment and then moved down over her lovely form and nodded softly giving her a small smile. A small inkling of his power slipped out and he gave a soft laugh which would cause shivers to go down every females spine throught out the club. "My name is Ixen." He said holding out the cool hand that was pale. <D>
chronic violet: Lola seemed reverent as she brushed his forehead, beaded with rain. Briefly, the black light showed the tire-treads embossed across the man's face. The disco ball turned pink hued, the marks vanish. " Ready to go, handsome?," Lola Turned her back, leaving him under the once pink spotlight. A blazing spotlight, now white and fluttered with mirror ball refractions. The crowds came back in close. A few moments pass. Lola is resettled on her stool, napkin marking her spot. " Buy a girl a drink," she says with a coquettish grin to the bartender, once more. (d)
AeIora Tylwyth: :: Youngling? How did he know her age, or what she was? Her large almond shaped eyes would widen, the brilliant emeralds showing her suprise. A gasp would part her lips feeling the prickling of unease raise the fine hairs on her nape. A thousand years...then he was...immortal, and she guessed vampire. Still her white booted feet stayed glued where they were. She found smaller hand lifting and gracefully being placed in his chilling hand. Her own skin shimmered beneath the dazzling dance lights, like the shade of a pearl, though her skin to the touch was warm. "Greetings, Ancient One. Don't you just feel like your robbing the craddle? That mischievious little smile that showed a dimple in each cheek::
Alex Vipond: And yes. He was watching with that little smirk. She couldn't affect him anymore. The one thing this reunion was teaching them both. She no longer held sway over him. And it pissed her off no end. The smirk turned into a low chuckle, and then he was looking down at the floor below, watching Lola dance.. alone? Eyes narrowed, the smirk vanishing as he watched her. Alea Dracoslovic: Alea was down on the floor, moving through the crowd, heading for the hall that would take her to her office. She had a call to make. She was going to try and get hold of Kristos to find out what kind of fuckery he was up to.
IxenCronquist: He smiled and took her hand kissing the back of it. "From one immortal race to another." He said softly. "I doubt i am robbing the craddle. "You are older then you may seem." He said giving hr a small wink and then looked over to alex and smiled. He would step back. "So youngling do i get your name or shall i call you youngling all evening?" He would ask the young fae. His arms crossing over his chest as he waited for her answer. <D>
AeIora Tylwyth: :: At the gallant kiss to the top of her hand, a slight stain of pink would touch her cheeks. Still he was much MUCH older than she, but it was not nice to ask a Ladies age. She should be running for safety no doubt, but he was rather charming. "Aelora Tylwyth, though my friends call me Lora. So do I get the honor of your name as well?" Was she flirting? A little bit.::
IxenCronquist: He chuckled again a small chill of pleasure would slide down her spine as he would lean in. "I did give it earlier my dear Lora. I am Ixen Cronquist. You may call me Ixen." He said softly and giving her a small kiss on her cheek as he would stand straight once he was done speaking. He would turn and slip towards a table. His hand till holding Lora's he would lead her along with him. Of course he wouldn't force her. He slowly took a seat in a place where he could watch the humans dance and listen to the music. To be polite any waitress that came by he ordered Red wine and told them to get Lora whatever she wanted to drink. <D> chronic violet: A visable weight had lifted from the woman. Her demeanor seemed altogether light, gathering it's audience. " To you," she lifted a glass to the bartender and his rakish smile. While he went back to work, she spun crosslegged on the stool, heeled foot hooked on a rung. Her green eyes no longer forlorn as they watched the people mingle and interact. Landing on one particular pair to people watch.
AeIora Tylwyth: ::Poor man, he would have to bend at the waist to lean down, for her petite height of 5'1. And that was with heels. Had he given her his name and she had forgotten so quickly? This was not like her. Her interest was peaked from the moment he had walked through that door. First his scent and then...something else...she couldn't explain. As he turned and lead her in a direction, he'd have no need to tug her along by her hand, she went willingly, maybe a little bit too willingly. She just couldn't seem to help herself. When the waitress turned from him to her, she almost asked for another glass of cream. He already called her youngling the last thing she wanted was to be seen as TOO young. "White Russian" She'd offer up, didn't have to worry of getting drunk, alcohol did not effect her like that. Her gaze peeped over to him as he watched those on the dance floor. Then she dragged her gaze from his.::
Immortal her0es: -Quiet in his steps mik enterd into the club al decked out in his black sut with a white silk shirt and itala shoes all shined up , reaching up and fixing his blue tie and looking around at the various occupants milling about and any possible threats that would arise while e was in the vicinity , running his left had through his dark hair striped with salt and peper gave him alittle oomph if ned be , Turning to th bartender and alost quietly orderd himself a coe with ice and took his seat<d>
Alex Vipond: Alex finally headed downstairs as well, just as a woman was approaching. He waved her off, and down the stairs he went. He wasn't there to drink. He was there to deal with his maker and find out what he could about the situation at hand. With Lola back at the bar, he headed her way. "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world..." He chuckled, then added low. "You just happen to walk into my makers." He turned to the bar tender and lifted a hand. "Glenlivet, neat. "
IxenCronquist: Instead of offering her a seat Lora was pulled into his lap and the drinks set before them. He wondered what the Fae would think of that sitting in this vampires lap and having him order her drinks as he would sit there. "Mmmm. Nice place. Don't you think Lora?" He asked her softly wondering what she would do. "Mind if i ask what brought you to Seattle? Aren't you along way from your court?" He asked. He had once been friend to the court before he was turned into a vampire. <D>
chronic violet: Lola looked for all the world a doll, her cheek turned over her chin at Alex. " Your maker's? I swear I think we've met, she and I," her eyes leered in a mischievous way and turned back towards the bartender, " You know what they what they say, Sam, about men who drink Scotch Whiskey?", she smirked sweetly. " Business gone bad, Alex?", wondering of course how his night was going. Strange verbage, don't hate her. " I was just walking, on, by," she'd say wistfully. (d)
AeIora Tylwyth: :: Blink da blink. That was one smooth vampire, not to mention sexy. She was in his lap before she knew it. She gave a little wiggle of her bottom, to get settled just so. It had been a long time since, well, no she had never been in a Man's lap before and so the curious little fae took advantage of it. "Which nice place, your lap or the nightclub?" And she flushed when she offered that up. Leaning slightly against his chest she found she liked right where she was. How odd? What was this magical spell he had cast over her? Yet when he asked her why she was here? She fidgeted, then glanced away. Did he know fae's couldn't lie? Or this one couldn't. "I find that...my court has become... the last place I want to be." She tried so hard not to tell him. "I have been betrothed to a toad of a prince. I shall live here in this interesting place forever, rather than to marry him." Then there was a huff.::
Alex Vipond: "They have good taste?" He chuckled, he regarded her a long moment. "You really think you've met Alea before?" He looked toward the hall down which the very eld had disappeared, before looking back at Lola. Interesting. "I'm guessing it was a good long while ago."
chronic violet: " Maybe I am wrong, it happens from time to time," or millennia to millennia. Well, depending on who you are. Or, who you ask. " I thought I overheard you are going on tour soon? That should ease your worried mind. You know, getting back to business," and all that really meant. Lola understands that more than perhaps Alex realizes. (d)
Alex Vipond: "It's been a long time in coming. I've kept it bottled up too long. Time to let it out and see where it goes." He nodded and looked around, noting Aelora with Ixen... in his lap. One brow rose. Interesting. He looked back Lola. "So who were you dancing with?"
IxenCronquist: "Mmmm well while my lap might be a nice place for you." He said stroking a finger down her cheek and over her skin as he would nuzzle softly at her neck his lips touching her skin. "so i was meaning the club." He said chuckling. His arms wrapped around Lora's Waist keeping her in his lap as long as she wanted to be. "A Toad Prince eh?" He asked teasingly. "Well that is a bit odd i must say." He said nodding softly. "I have never heard of there being a toad prince." <D>
Immortal her0es: - From his spot he could see a few people speaking here and there and able to hear them some over the music some and not wanting to break up anything until he was spoken too since he was the new guy in town..siping on his coke lightly thinking how everyone seemed so hapy and lfe was well ,and how long would that last<d>
AeIora Tylwyth:::Another flush at his words, and her skin would warm. Her blood hum through her veins. She'd shiver anew as that finger traced down her cheek and his nose nuzzling her neck tickled and she gave a girlish giggle, yet when his lips so soft yet cold touched her nape. She felt her heartrate speed up and begin to run a race. He could have sunk his fangs deep right then and she was not sure she would have lifted a finger to stop him. " Yes the club is rather nice, and better now that you are here." A glance into his entrancing blue eyes. "Well he is really not a toad. He is a Fairy Prince. My skin crawls when he comes near. I must say you have control of yourself. You must have just caught your supper"::
chronic violet: " Oh you know, an adoring fan," she'd look down poignantly and down the hallway, letting her glass lift. " You have yours, I have mine. Right?", and for the life of her, she could not decide which of the two sets had more baggage. Maybe they each need a Porter, eh? (d) Alex Vipond: Fucking freight train. "Yeah." He nodded, lifted his glass and took a sip, then glanced around the room again. "How was your Valentine's Day?" He looked back at her. "Seems kind of odd to celebrate a day based on the execution of a man imprisoned for performing illegal weddings." IxenCronquist: "Caught my supper? No. I have not. I am quite stong of will." He said softly as he smiled to her. "Would you like me to feed off of you? I could. Might be quite pleasurable for both of us." He said chuckling softly. That shiver going down her spine yet again. "So. Lora." He said softly. "He creeps you out?" He asked as he laughed. "Interesting. Is there anything i should know about?" He asked softly. "Like him coming back and trying to take you from whoever yuo find to occupy your time?" <D>
chronic violet: " It was splendid, thank you," Oh. New smile. Naughty, not-telling-secret smile. " What did you and Ms. Meghan do to celebrate then?", her phone vibrated inside her clutch bag on the bar top. For the moment, she ignored it. A chill ran up her arms from wrist to shoulder, and for all she was worth she glared at that purse with petulant disregard. Then she turned towards Alex to listen intently. (d)
Alex Vipond: "We..." he paused, a chuckle given. "We stayed in." Alex lifted his glass and took a sip to hide the grin that ensued. He glanced at her purse then back at her. "Some people don't know the meaning of 'vacation'?"
AeIora Tylwyth: ::She closed her eyes listening to the timber of his voice. She was reacting so oddly. A quiver would shake her form as he asked her that. She'd never thought that she would agree to allow a vampire to feed from her. It had only happened once and it had been against her wishes. A fluttering of lashes as they lifted and once again emerald jewels met royal blue. "Um..I really don't think he will come here to look fo rme. I am sure they think I will eventually return but i don't intend to. I know that goes against the nature of most fae but if I find someone to occupy my time then, I won't ever have a reason to return. Are there any certain Vampiress's or any others I should be aware about...by being here with you and in your lap?" A flick of pink tongue to moisten her lips, her voice would lower just a bit husky. "Could you stop, If I gave you permission to feed?" Permission indeed, as if she could stop him.::
chronic violet: St. Valentine. Lola had her own opinions on the man's saint hood. Then again, what's the use in playing the saint? That damned vibration started again, this time she retrieved the phone, answering while she read, " Oh, well. Some things, like for instance, Taxes, death, iTunes sales..they just never stop," she wore the same Valentine's Day smile. " Mr. Vipond, I was hoping maybe I could come with the tour if Arelia was going?", the bartender handed her a white fur trimmed wool coat and a little pill box hat with a veil on the front. She donned both slowly. " Or at least, the opportunity to speak on the matter again, sometime?" (d)
Alex Vipond: "Arelia is not part of the band." He regarded her for a long moment. "You two hit it off rather well. Thinking about maybe singing together?" He drained his glass, then set it down on the bar, a shake of his head given the tender. He'd be going home soon, only stopped this long because Lola was there. Otherwise he would have been out the door the moment he and Alea parted company.
chronic violet: " You could say we have a lot in common," fortuitously. " I enjoy her company," was that a way of saying they were friends? Did the beautiful woman have any idea what that meant even? Who knows. A shrug. " By the way," she wiggled a card out of her purse. An Ankh. Her name. A number. " In case you might have use of it. Please. Call upon me. " Lola spun to lean on the bar, blow 'Sam' a kiss. " Maybe later, sugar." Still leant over the bar she'd turn towards Alex," Do not worry." As if his secret was safe with her. (d)
Alex Vipond: Taking the card, he regarded her along moment, then nodded. "You have a good night, Lola. And the US leg of the tour finishes up here in Seattle, at Studio 7, on the 22nd, if you want to catch the show." He smiled to her. "After that it's on to Germany, Italy, France..." and numerous other places.
chronic violet: " Excellent. My best wishes to your Valentine." Lola walked out on her stiletto pumps into the bright, raining night under an open umbrella.
AeIora Tylwyth: ::Lora settled back against his chest, her fingers tracing patterns along his chest. He had gone quiet on her and so, she went quiet too, awaiting his answer to her question. His scent teased her sences and so she'd arch upwards and nuzzle his throat, like he had nuzzled her's earlier. For now her wee fairy fangs were hidden in this human form. Though the edge of her human teeth nipped playfully at his throat. Little damage they could do at the moment. His fangs would be far more dangerous.::
Alex Vipond: Alex watched her go, then settled his tab and headed for the door himself. A nod was given to Ixen and Aelora as he crossed the room on the off chance either would take note. He didn't want to seem rude, but he also didn't want to intrude on them. Once he stepped out, he noted that the last of the earlier 'accident' was being cleaned up. Scene tape fluttered wetly in the breeze as the rain continued to fall. Turning his collar up against the rainfall, he headed down the street to where he'd parked that murdered out Benz.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Sept 4, 2014 18:36:23 GMT -8
09/02/14
DoIl Fangs: Once they arrived, Jack lifted her off the bike and set her to flat feet. She was fussing up a storm, half English and half Russian because the stupid helmet might have messed up her hair. Jack didn't wear a helmet! But no, they m a d e Nadia wear one! Wasn't like it she'd be hurt very easily even if they did wreck. Anyway. Helmet off, she handed it to Jack and busily patted her hair, making sure every strand was in place. She couldn't go in a club with her barrette crooked, for goodness sake. Then she was soothing little hands over her smock. All set.
Alex Vipond: Alex parked the car and slid out, locking it up as he walked away, heading toward Jack and Nadia. The building sat on a corner lot and was always busy. It was one of the 'in' places to be, for all sorts, some in the know as it were, and most, quite obviously, not. Only those in the VIP room were allowed to bite. A line wound its way from the entrance, all the way to the corner and around it. "Ready?" he smiled to them both, and then Alex checked the street... trust him, being hit by a moving car was not fun, and then crossed to the other side, heading for the door, not the end of the line. There were certain advantages to being one of those that others were 'in the know' about.
DoIl Fangs: Wait, so this was a hopping place? Realizing that, she clutched Jack's hand a little tighter and drank up the long line of people and those waiting to get in. "We have to wait in that line Alex or can go in because you are rock star?" Only a tween would be t h a t blunt, right? She bobbed her head when he asked if they were ready, and tagged along as he and Jack crossed the street. Tap tap, a little Miss in ballet flats keeping up with them both, big lamb eyes still surveying the line with some measure of fascination.
Alex Vipond: "We'll get in because we have ... certain privileges." IE, their blood sucking, nocturnal habits. "Just say that we have reservations." He nodded, a wink given her and then they were at the head of that line, in front of the bouncer... security man, they didn't like being called bouncers anymore. Or some of them didn't. The man opened that oh so impressive velvet rope, and let them through.
DoIl Fangs: "Privileges. Got it." Again she bobbed her head. Jack was far cooler than she was, he was used to this sort of thing. Apple cheeks lifting, she grinned big at Alex and followed them inside. Beyond a velvet rope -- that alone was cooler than anything Nadia had ever seen. She squeaked in excitement and paused to look around the interior, what she could see of it, big eyes drinking everything and everyone up.
Alex Vipond: The place was busy, strobe lights cutting through the darkness, the pounding beat of the music that slipped through the body and the beating of hearts, so very many hearts, adrenaline pumping, lust filled hearts that made you know some were not going home alone. Others simply weren't going home. Alex skirted the room and made his way toward the stairs, where another bouncer... security man, stood protecting them, a glance was slanted over the trio before the rope barrier that kept the commoners out of the upstairs VIP area, was moved back for them.
DoIl Fangs: Once in a while --not often, but once in a while-- in these situations where so many people were consumed with lust, Nadia glanced jealously or with dismay on arbitrary women, something vague but wistful in her young gaze before the moment passed. She'd come to terms more or less, with being stunted, a couple decades ago. It passed and she peeked at Alex with her usual peppy excitement again. Bowing her head all formal like to the security man, she let go of Jack's hand before wandering into another room. What? She couldn't be clinging to her guard's hand once she was about to soon butterfly into vamp mode. She was fancying herself quite the grown up here, barrette and all. Plus. At least two chicks back there recognized Alex and squealed like he was t h e i r dessert wish, which, duh, caused the Russian to giggle.
Alex Vipond: Alex had, in point of fact, not partaken of any of the freshies in the club since he'd hooked up with Meghan. It had been an unspoken pact more or less, but he'd taken others in, and shown them the ropes, as it were. "Remember, Nadia. Bite, do not drain. These people are here willingly to feed us. Let us not take unfair advantage of that." As for the squealers, Alex smiled and nodded to them. It was times like this when his two lives collided, publicly, that made him nervous.
DoIl Fangs: She was already looking around as if she were some tiny Sheriff or tax collector and these humans owed her. Already getting that superiority tude a n d the Russian princess tude a n d the Vamper tude. Hearing Alex --record scratch-- plus getting nudged by Jack, she of course took it down a few notches, her features the usual big eyed doll face once more. Huh. So how did this work. She peeked up to Alex, bobbing her head at the rules (damn VETA and the rules!). "You --how you say-- make small talk with them? Or just can bite? Can bite more than one? How this work?"
Alex Vipond: "Well you can talk to them, chat them up a bit if you like, and you can sample anyone who is willing to allow it. That's what they're here for, they ...." how did he put this without making it sound kinky. "The humans here in the VIP room, have a fondness for our kind. They ... enjoy being bitten." Yep. Still sounded like some kinky sex club. In a way, it was. Just without the sex.
DoIl Fangs: For a moment, she did look at him sidelong. She would never for the life of her understand why some of the humans lined up to be bitten. It was like they herded themselves right to the trough. Nadia opened the sweet apple mouth to ask Alex if they might set some of the humans loose in the woods and hunt them instead. But. She figured that'd be a no. Anyone? Alright. Still this was exciting and she felt so grown up. She bobbed her head at him and took one teensy step away from him and Jack. "Alright give me space. Have to seem grown up and how you say, posh." Like any tween, she waved her hands dramatically at them, as if warding away Mom & Dad on her first day of school. Now then. She let apple cheeks lift in freaking adorable smile and ventured off to find a human -- she was going to do some of this small talk.
Alex Vipond: Alex watched her, his lips twitching, thumbs hooking into his jean's pockets as he stood there with Jack. "Look at her, she's growing up." Yeah, it was like unleashing her on her first day of school. And then his expression fell. She'd never grow up. True she'd never grow old, but she'd also never grow up. Never reach her full potential. Of course the alternative, losing her completely, would have been a far worse thing to deal with, he was certain. Still, Alex had to wonder how many more decades, how many centuries, before she lost her mind and killed everything in sight.Of course, the same could be said of any vampire.
DoIl Fangs: She had already lost her mind and killed everything in sight in the 70's when all her friends grew taller, blossomed tits and hips and cabooses, and she had to move away because otherwise they'd all realize she wasn't ... growing. Since then she'd mostly come to terms with it but sometimes she got those little thoughts, wishing she could grow up. Well as if it were her first school dance, she flitted into the mill of humans, looking around. It didn't take her long to find her top pick, a soft faced artsy guy who was just ten pounds shy of being chubby. Apple smile given to that guy, she wandered over and bowed her head all formal like before attempting small talk with him, Moscow accent just dripping all over the place as usual.
Alex Vipond: The guy was uncertain at first, his gaze sweeping the room to find those who were responsible for the little Moscovite. When his gaze met Alex's Alex gave him a nod. The man nodded back and then looked back at Nadia. Alex spoke to Jack, without turning his attention away from Nadia and her chosen juice box. "Dear God I hope she has the control for this." Alea would fucking kill him otherwise. Or try at least. Speaking of Alea... Alex looked around, but found no trace of his sire. She must be out chasing Sebastian, or some other who caught her attention. He couldn't keep track of who she kept company with and really... didn't want to know.
DoIl Fangs: Oh, Jack was watching her. He knew her way too well to even think of turning his back or allowing her much space. Stunted at twelve, she just never...grew. Mentally, she was forever a fledgling. Starved. Twelve or not she leaned to Chubs like a little cobra to get a whiff of him, not that it wasn't already smacking her. She could smell him. She could hear his pulse. It was divine. He smelled like some sublime concoction of absinthe and sugarplums. Course, once she smelled the guy, teensy body trembled. Butterfly. During the tremble, she looked down, shaking like the little girl in the Ring so when she looked up, she had glowing lilac peepers and fangs. Chubs offered his neck but she took his arm. Just her preferred spot. Little pale fingers wrapping his arm and score. So far so good. But Jack was already taking a couple subtle steps closer just in case.
Alex Vipond: Alex watched her, ready to move in an instant should the need arise, and all the while, hoping it did not. He moved to the side, getting a better vantage point than from where he'd been standing, more at an oblique angle from the childe and her chosen. The man probably didn't realize that he was in more danger from the small one, than any five 'adult' vampires in the room.
DoIl Fangs: He really was in more danger with Princess leeched on him than he would have been with any of the others. Once the taste hit her, she wasted little time in partaking. Oh boy, he tasted good. Blood of course, was flowing, which only fueled her on. She wanted to drink him dry, snap his neck and discard him like a forgotten paper towel. She wanted, of course, to completely drain him. So she set out to do just that, but when the guy shifted some as if he were beginning to get uncomfortable, or just had his fill, she gently released his arm, blood stained apple mouth and big lamb eyes standing out. "Thank you Sir. For blood." Shaking? Sure. She wanted to rip his face off and kill him. But she was behaving.
Alex Vipond: Very good. Alex nodded to the man, his own silent thanks conveyed in the gesture, before he looked back at Nadia. The tension within her was palpable, but it was a learning process. Sometimes things got broken, but tonight, it seemed, she would be spot on. "Very good." This time, it was spoken aloud.
DoIl Fangs: She had to sit there, silent and motionless for like... five minutes. Mostly because if she moved or opened her mouth, she'd be lunging like a demon child. And she lost her shit a l o t. In fact, Nadia enjoyed losing it. But if she lost it tonight, she could cause trouble for Ctepah, Alex or Jack -- and worse, one of the other vampires, who seemed chill for now, might label her an abomination and put her down. Like a lame horse. She bobbed her head at Alex, little apple smile given to him in thanks. Eyes still glowing. Fangs still bared. So her apple smile might have looked a little... demented.
Alex Vipond: It did look rather incongruous coming from such an angelic face as hers. She was flawed perfection. A contradiction in terms, and the knowledge of that fact made Alex want to keep her protected all the more. She wasn't to blame for her state, no one was, really. Alex wasn't sure if he could have allowed her to die himself. He had no clue as to what he would have done under those circumstances. Grief can override logic in a heartbeat and often did.
DoIl Fangs: "I go to get away from you now but not mean offense." She was ... perhaps too honest with the guy, but seriously, she w a s moving for his own good. Lightly she lifted to her feet and flitted back to Alex, big eyes meeting Jack's as she went, blood staining the front of a pretty dress -- which...happened all the time really. For now, she tucked her hand to Alex's and looked around debating another drink. And she frowned, peeking up to him. "Alex, why you never show teeth or drink?" It occurred to her now she'd never seen his fangs. Never seen him drink or lose it. And yeah, Stefan felt p l e n t y bad for turning her when he did. But. It was what it was.
Alex Vipond: "Well, I generally feed in private. And I usually only bite my wife." He wouldn't get into the whole sex part of it, because really, she didn't need the bats and the bees talk from him. With her hand in his, he moved over to a sofa and chair grouping and settled down, leaving room for her beside him. "We are, hidden, here. If most people knew of our existence, they would become afraid. And people tend to want to destroy that which they are afraid of. So in order to coexist, and ... in a sense, protect our food supply, we keep a low profile."
DoIl Fangs: She followed him of course and took a seat, finally letting go of his hand. Jack was there but he wasn't all up on them. Vampire talk really wasn't the werewolf's cup of tea. She listened, and she knew with a lot of people --and a lot of vampires-- the hanky panky stuff played a part. Like with Ctepah and his human girlfriend. So she just nodded. She listened as well, to the rest, musing and considering and nodding. "You not have to drink much anymore do you? Seem like Ctepah can go forever before he is thirsty."
Alex Vipond: "The older we get, the less we have to drink. Too, it depends on our sire, and their strength. My sire was over two thousand years old, when she sired me, and she is not the oldest that I know of. I have a friend whose sire was of her own family line, and some six thousand years old. She, though still considered a fledgling, has many of the traits of her sire, and rarely drinks."
DoIl Fangs: "I got Ctepah's speed!" She chimed in with excitement and pride of course. Clearly she didn't Stefan's patience and humanity. Puppy like she tilted her head, trying to fathom the idea of a six t h o u s a n d year old vampire but truly, you couldn't even wrap your mind around that. So she sat, bug eyed, for a long moment. Then this. "I haven't had any accidents in three years." Meaning no bodies. There was a near-death but no actual dead bodies. She frowned. "I try to kill someone in Germany but I didn't do it. Just taught them a lesson instead. The bullies that pick on my friend and her brother."
Alex Vipond: "I've had to deal with a few bullies myself over the years. In fact, just last year, I had to deal with some." And it had taken a while for him to get back on the wagon after that rather, pardon the pun, bloody incident. Only in Alex's case, the bad guys were in fact killed. Most fell to a hail of bullets, but it didn't keep Alex from feeding on them. Then of course Mars and Leland had fed on them as well, and the sight had been truly stomach turning. To consume the flesh was something he found ... distasteful at best.
DoIl Fangs: She shook a small fist. "I don't like for weak skinny kids to be picked on." It made her downright indignant, regardless of how malicious she was. She looked around again, deliberating on another drink but it was late, and she had a belly full. She tilted her face, cheek bumping Alex's shoulder. Then like any tween she lifted her face and looked wide awake again for a second, one more drink, she had to have one more drink. Then s l u m p she bumped him again. This time her lids won by closing. Heedless of Jack needing to get her on a Harley to get her home. Heedless of damp blood on her dress and dried blood on her mouth and neck. Heedless even of music and sounds. Just Zzz. Babeh snores. So much for being grown up for her night at the club.
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled, one hand caressing over baby soft curls, and he met Jack's gaze over the top of barretted curls. Getting her out wouldn't be an issue, and he could always follow Jack back to whatever hotel they were going to, and tuck the babeh into the Benz. All Alex had to do was take his jacket off and drape it over her as they left the building and that would get her out.
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