~Lilith hung back in shadows of her club watching the crowd. It was mixed with supernatural and the natural. The mortals moved through the crowd of vampires and shapeshifters without even knowing what was what. She smiled showing her fangs. Her dark brown hair hid most of her face expect for her violet eyes. She lessed her smile to hide her fangs and moved into the crowd looking for prey among the flashing lights and loud music~

Waving his arms around almost in trance to the music he spilled some of his drink on a girl nearby. She turned around furious.
"I'm sorry sweetie." He smiled at her and convinced her for a drink at the bar. She didn't know he was a full fledged vampire and didn't want her for the drink. Soon he had seduced her and they whent out of the club. When he returned he was alone once again and started dancing again. A man nearby talked to him as he danced.
"Another one Griph?" Griph kept dancing and nodded.
"Oh man that must've been your third tonight." Griph smiled at the man and spoke with his smooth voice. "Sure thing. I'm on a roll Barny."

walking in to the club. looking like a fucking glow stick. with his glowing jumpsuit and trench coat. walking into the light near the restrooms you could tell that his clothes were all black," Lilith," he said with his deep voice.. walking over to her.

~She turned to him and smiled slightly~
Yes...

OOC> hope you dont mind if i play your boyfriend?


IC>> walking up to her and kissing her on the forehead. he was much taller than her." how are you my sweet little thing?"

~She smiled and tilted her head up to kiss his lips~
Fine. Just trying to find a nice drink is all.

ooc>that's alright.

looking for someone." i saw a young guy in here that would taste pretty good to you. me personally i'll be over in that corner with taht girl."pointing to a girl about 19." she looks tasty." walkig over there with a rose in his hands. as he convinces her to go to the back room where he drains her into nothing.

~Lilith smiled as she watched him walk to the girl to drain her. She turned around and walked amoung the crowd. Smiling at any wandering eyes that came her way. She invited them to her with her smile and the hint of adventure in her eyes.~

ooc-- hope you don't mind if I join.

ic-- An old vampire by the name of Athena drank an attractive human at the corner of the club. She held him as if she was kissing his neck passionately, but really she was draining him of all life. The human male Athena held in her arms was a famous movie actor, with a boyish face and strong, hairless body. He had dark hair and blue eyes as well.... these were the very traits that caught Athena's eye when she first decided to kill this beautiful human. Athena ran her fingers through the man's dark hair, searching for something to hold onto as she had her last swoon from drinking the blood. As Athena finished drinking the blood of the man's body, she let his still-beautiful body hit the floor, to be left as a sign of her powerful presence-- she had no feeling for mortals anymore. Athena left her eyes closed whenever she drank blood, but now that she opened them, one could behold her true beauty. Athena had seductive black eyes, that matched her beautiful, thick black hair that reached past her waist. Her skin was a pristine white, and the rest of her features were dazzling, but the one that dazzled those of her kind the most was her mouth. Male vampires who had loved her said that the most sensual thing about her was her mouth, that could kindle passion one minute and inspire fear in a person the next. Her mouth was a deadly weapon when Athena moved in not in speech, but as a part of her facial expression. Athena's body was more lean and sexy than that of any model's, since she was a very accomplished fighter. Athena wore only a black bra and leather pants, somewhat covered by a full-length leather coat. Hidden on her body were various weapons as well; this night she carried bows and arrows, and a sword, for she felt safe, dangerously playful, and arrogant now. There was no one, she felt , that would not be defeated by her wrath. Athena started to walk to the center of the club, this feeling coarsing (sp?) strongly in her veins, when she saw what she thought was a fledgling of one of her old friends. This young vampire, compared to Athena at least, had dark brown hair and violet eyes, a rather remarkable look. Athena smiled at herself, feeling old and like a machine that was about to malfunction, and gently tapped the vampiress's shoulder, hoping to inspire a bit of friendly conversation with her and find out whose she was, truly.

ooc>of course not.

ic>Lilith turned as the stangers touch. The first thing that struck her was the stangers eyes. Dark in color a contrast to her own. As she searched the stanger's face the next was her mouth. She could sense that it was a vampire like herself. But only slightly older, and fresh with new blood. The scent of it still lingering around her and making Lilith more aware of her own hunger. But she smiled though her hungar pulled at her. "Welcome." She said in a cool sweet voice.

OOC- hope you don't mind if i join in

IC- she crosses the street and goes into the club and looks around the hood of her cloke hiding her face as she walks over to the bar and sits down keeping aware of her surroundings

Akora was human of course, but she found herself in a club where mortals mingled with immortals. Her head was spinning. She didn't belong here. How had she come to cross paths with the vampires again?

He saw a woman at the bar who seemed dizzy.
"Lets make that count four Barny." He stopped dancing and walked over to her. Sitting down next to her he ordered some aspirines and some water.
"Take these you'll feel better." He smiled not showing his fangs. something was diffrent about this human. she knew what she had walked into. Why did she linger? Did she want to get bitten?

"Thank you, sir," Akora nodded gratefully, but she was no fool. She could read auras, and she knew very well this was no mortal helping her. She flinched as he sat next to her, afraid. Should she make a run for it? There were vampires leaning against the door, and a werewolf leering at her menacingly. She hunched over the water this man had gotten for her and tried not to appear alarmed.

she gets up from the bar and begins to make her way to the door she looks over her shoulder at everyone in the club then turns back and walks out the door of the club

<In the midst of the dancefloor, what appeared to be a man was dancing close together with a younger woman, their lips firmly locked despite the writhing positions their bodies went through in time to the ever-quickening music. As far as the woman - or girl, for that matter, she really wasn't that old or mature - was concerned, her partner was simply another of those 'lucky finds' you get once in a while, a guy who's single, attractive, easily available and quite the charmer to boot. In relaity?...the man had no name. If anyone wished to call him something - which this girl did not - they used the term Maccrossant. Nobody could figure what such a word could mean, though whenever it rolled off someone's tongue, it inspired various feelings; a sense of dread; potential lethality; the constructed mystery of those most enigmatic of beings; and just a slight hint of seductiveness.>

Boy, do I love the sound of my own mental voice...

<Maccrossant smiled inwardly as he leaned in closer for another round of the ol' tonsil hockey. He had no need to take advantage of such lesser beings in this way, but he didn't care too much. His main component was, and still is, an omnipresent vanity, and one way to satisfy an ego which has grown larger than the average planet is the feeling of power over other sentient creatures. That, and he still held a certain degree of appreciation for the beauty of the female form...>

Oh, why mince words? You're a horny old bugger. That's so much easier to remember.

<Looking down into the girl's eyes, he saw nothing but excitement and lust staring back at him. And something else...that sense of obliviousness that he once possessed. The sense pf never having to worry about tomorrow. The total lack of any fears regarding mortality. Up until they reach their own deathbed, humans never realised how frail and fragile their lives were. Maccrossant had been there, and beyond. He had seen the same realisation dawn on the faces of many other beings. And he lived with the pain from all those moments. He had no choice...>

Say now, whadda we have here?

<Looking over the girl's shoulder, he noticed a slightly confused young lady up at the bar. Odd. It wasn't like a vampire to make an arse-up of their feeding, and how else would she know what was going on here? As he thought this, another being, definitely a vampire, emerged from the dancefloor crowd and walked over to her side, beginning to chat with her. Maccrossant made a mental note to keep an eye on them as he returned his focus to the job at hand...>

OOC: Hope you don't mind this old fool joining the parr-tay...

she stands outside of the club door and looks at the moon then decides to go back in and walks past the dance floor to a table and sits down and waches everyone on the dance floor

As Akora continues to look around, she notices a few strange things... a woman walk in and out a couple times, a few vampires moving in front of the door, blocking entrances or exits, and a vampire glancing at her and then back at his dance partner. Should she warn the woman of the doom approaching her...? She got up and pushed the woman out of the vampire's arms. "He's going to kill you. Leave now."

walking back from the back room. just leaving the body back there. seeing his girl takign the crowd for a "drink" he chuckled. walking over to the bar. "barkeep lemme get a bottle of the good stuff."

"Hey - !"

<Maccrossant stumbled slightly as the girl was yanked out of his grip by someone...the other girl, the one who was up at the bar. Some words were exchanged between the two, and his partner glanced in his direction, a look of confused terror on her face, before quickly scampering away and out of the club. He glared at the bar girl, arching an eyebrow in query.>

"You care to tell me what the hell that was all about, madame?"

Akora studied him carefully and bowed her head. "I- I thought..." What had made her think this man was a vampire? His aura was above that of a normal human... but still... "I'm sorry... but if you are human... you need to get out of here, it's not safe-" Before she could finish a werewolf launched itself on her, clawing through her. She pulled away and struggled her way through the midst of these supernatural beings... She had to get out of here...

seeing the comotion he walked slowly to the girl. stopping the werewolf from attacking. he looked at the girl," miss why dont you come with me. using his irrisitable look to draw her in. why dont we talk about this in teh back."

~Lilith glanced up from the woman she was talking to watching the commation. She sighed and shook her head~ Mortals these days.

Akora could feel some sort of power over her, but she still started to go with him. "I know what this place- I know what..." She hesitated for a moment, realizing now that she could save no one tonight. This place... was not as simple as that. The auras were mixed and confused. How could she have thought that one mortal with the ability to see auras could stand up against an entire coven? "I think... I'm going to leave now..."

That would be wise. Lilith whispered to her mind.

<Maccrossant stood in silence as the events unfolded around him. One of the ol' pointy-toothers was turning on the sleaze-o-charm trick against the girl from the bar; one severely idiotic hairball had almost caused a scene, and one serious offence under the Supernatural Secrets Act; the bar girl was still dizzy and had mumbled an apology to him, and now looked like she was torn between leaving quick-sharp, and going with the vamp; everyone else continued dancing or drinking like nothing had happened. Sighing, Maccrossant took the only smart course of action; he grabbed the werewolf by one amr and dragged him outside. Throwing the bipedal fuzzmuffin to the ground, he drew an ornate and very expensive revolver from a belt holster and raised it, pulling back the hammer with the barrel pointing straight into the ugly sonbitch's face...>

she turns away from the dance floor noy careing for what was going on anymore

He walked over to the girl. Everything had happened so fast. Taking her in his arms and making a face at the one trying to charm her he walked out of the bar.
"Are you okay? It's not smart to take away a vampires feed in a covern." He put her down and waved his hand over her wounds making them heal to a small cut.

she looks at the table deep in though as she listens to the music

"Thank you," Akora whispers, hardly able to believe anything that happened. What was she thinking? She couldn't walk into a coven and think she could survive... much less change anything.

Somehow she trusted this stranger. "I'm Akora," she extended a hand. Akora- the daughter of a vampire and a hunter, the result of a forbidden union. An orphen. Her parents had been murdered on a night of retribution and built-up hatred and resentment. "May I inquire the name of my rescuer?"

"damn i was so close. taht man is a dead man, next time he comes in you tell me personally. ill deal with him." storming off to find his lover.

<Maccrossant calmly walked back into the club, wiping claret stains from the barrel of his revolver with an antique handkerchief. Satisfied, he folded the handkerchief a few times before placing it back in his breast pocket, with one angle showing. He twirled the handgun around his index finger a few times for effect, grinned, then replaced it in his belt holster. A new song had started; a repetitve dance number by some backyard DJs with a hideous name like Ultrabeat 5037 or something. Maccrossant gave a slight shrug and sat down at the nearest empty table.>

sitting in the back room with only his thoughts in his head. " how can some little mortal come in here and mess with the club traditions. he will pay you mock my words." he thought. as one of his bouncers walked in." he's here," he said with a deep voice. looking at the bouncer," go and take care of him. i want to see how tough he is when your through with him." as the bouncer walked out of the room and up to the mans table. the bouncer stood 6'4'' black all muscle. the bouncer took his shirt off so as to not tear it up he sat it down on the table next to his. he moved the table aside, picked the man up by his shirt collar and told him to get out or suffer the wrath.

He took her hands and shook it.
"Names Griph. My dad was a vampire vampire hunter so I get your point of view at some point."

"Griph," Akora nodded. "I'm not an official hunter or anything..." She looked into his eyes, studying him carefully. "My family was murdered by vampires... I just try to help who I can."

He checked her out with the side of his vision not looking directly at her and patted her back.
"You should know better than to just walk into a thing like that without weapons or guardians. I shall leave you now just holour if you need me." Griph jumped onto a nearby roof and faded out of sight. He stayed for a while and followed her to see if she needed him back.

"Griph..." Akora could hardly believe how fast everything moved in the world of the supernatural. She hadn't wanted Griph to leave... but she supposed she'd be alright from here on out. She walked down the alley and into darkness...

she kept her face hidden incase someone knew her she looked about then back at the table a memory comming to mind and shakes her head to be rid of the memory

<Maccrossant's mind had been wandering freely for a few moments before what appeared to be a hairless gorilla pulled him out of his chair by the collar of his shirt. Maccrossant didn't like that. The shirt was Armani. Clearing his throat, he addressed the man-mountain...>

"You come here often, big boy?"

<Unsurprisingly, the freak looked dumbstruck. But he still didn't let go. So Maccrossant decided to use more permanent measures. Raising his right hand quickly, he clamped it over the other guy's face and focused briefly. An instant later, smoke was rising from his fingers and the guy was screaming in agony, toppling to the floor. Maccrossant did not relinquish his hold, though; he intended the man to remember this for a good long while.>

she looks at the man screaming in pain thinking to herself then turns back around

Griph followed her jumping soundlessly from roof to roof not letting her out of his sight. She was a special one.

ooc-- sorry I haven't posted in such a long time.... been partying since school finished hehe

ic--Athena smiled at the actions of the young vampire with dark brown hair and violet eyes as she reacted to the situation that occured nearby, for a human was among the immortals. Athena smiled, turning the corners of her mouth up and somehow brightening her eyes. She started to talk to the vampire in a very kind and cool way, her usually brash and loud voice as cool as the wind on a summer's day. "Thank you for the welcome. I hope you do not mind if I ask you a few questions, for I fear that if I do not ask them they will haunt me for the rest of the night." Athena paused politely, then continued. "Who was your maker? For I am an old vampiress, with many old friends who have given this life to many a mortal. You look like one of the favorite fledglings of one of my best friends, Lilith... that is your name, right?" Athena thought for a second, and then decided to ask the other question she had after this young one had given her response.

watching this go on from the back room on a moniter. he stood up and walked out there to the men on the ground. " hey let go of him now," as he kicked the man in the side of the ribs pushing him back a couple of feet into the wall.

<Maccrossant suppressed a grunt as he went backward int othe wall, taking the ape with him. The impact on his spine was jarring, but not to the extent that he would require attention. Glaring back up at the guy who came from the back, he slowly, one finger at a time, prised his hand from the limp figure, who collapsed ot the floor, whimpering and shielding his face. Maccrossant pulled himself out of the slight indentation in the wall and cleared his throat, conscious of all the stares from the club's inhabitants.>

"May I talk with you, my dear gentleman...outside, preferably?"

"if you have something to say you can say it here, if not then you can gt out of my club."

Akora glanced back towards the club. Somehow she felt a magnetic pull towards it, something she could not resist. She tried to remain focused... what was her connection with this Lilith? Why did the club seem so familiar...?

He saw her hesitate to go back to the club and jumped down behind her.
"Don't go back if your life is dear to you. I can hear them fighting back there."

<Maccrossant raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.>

"Easy, easy. I just want to know what I did that was so wrong of me. I mean, besides torching your bedtime buddy here..."

<Maccrossant smirked; he knew that he might be digging himself into a bigger hole with his words, but he truly didn't care. An unlife without risk is a waste of time.>

"Or are you a bit hopeless with the chicas, and wanted to learn some lessons from the master?"

she digs her nails into the table and looks about woundering what to do

"There's still a mortal in there that can be saved," she murmured at Griph. "Besides, I have the feeling I've been there before... a distant memory." Akora nodded to him. "But thank you for your concern sir."