No place like home. ( open. ;D )

Evie North · Telemetric Trickster

No place like home. ( open. ;D )

Ghost · Soul Searching

"You can't drain them because if you drain them then you get caught and introduced to something called fire. You know fire right? Big, blazing, hot, makes you sweat? Well that and more awaits you if you don't learn how to feed properly. Just try it once, and if you don't like it you don't have to try it again."

-As they walked through the back room of Bliss he guided her from the secret entrance to their lair with Azrael towards the front of the club. Newborns and feeding was a mess. Ghost didn't remember ever being as insatiable as she seemed to be. Then again he was of a different bloodline, and he was beginning to see just what a big difference that could make. Like the other day with Jessie, he'd done things he'd never even thought of before all from a few comments of that silver tongued man-boys mouth. Stealing, gambling, he could see why the Tsingano's were so revered.-

-Ghost thrust his hands through the caramel colored strands of his long hair and it stayed in that messy disarray. Dancers passed them and he moved out of their way before continuing on the way towards the front. Bliss was more than just a club, it was a show piece.-

"If what Azrael says is right, and he usually is, then your bloodline is connected somehow to the lycanthropes which is probably part of why you're so primal."

-Mainly he was talking to himself, though he spoke aloud so Faith could hear too. Or at least she could hear until he stepped through the curtains that led into the club and the music swelled and suddenly hearing became more difficult. Ghost liked to think of himself as a vegetarian. Since the invention of Blood Wyne by the Japanese he had barely touched the real thing. Maybe it was spending most of his life in India that did it. His friends didn't eat cows, so he didn't eat humans. Ah, behold the great circle of life.-

-Through the press of bodies they moved, and he fit in well among the crowd. Just an average looking, if slightly pale young man. He looked about mid-twenties, and if not for the neglect of his clothing he might have seemed just like a happy club-goer. Ghost just couldn't be bothered with clothes though and had thrown on plain brown slacks, a white shirt, and a flannel overshirt worn unbuttoned. If he'd ever been to America he might have drawn a comparison between his look and that of Seattle in the late nineties, but as he had not no such comparison would be coming.-

"Besides," He spoke up so Faith could hear him over the music. "There are plenty of no drinking zones if you don't want to piss off the wrong people. Lycanthropes, fae, anything powerful tastes better really, but they all commune together. If you get caught dipping your fang in them you could end up with a swarm on your ass."

-Pulling out a barstool he saw Evie farther down the bar and waved to her, calling her over to try to get her to meet Faith. He and Evie hadn't known eachother long, but the only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you are uncool. He suspected that he and Evie were both at home with being uncool.-

Severance · Reina de la Morte

Seven was left at home for once when Severance decided to go out for awhile. Sure at first the crow her partner in crime had thrown a bit of a hissy fit. Never having liked the idea of it's mistress the necromancer being out and alone. Sevvy's powers were strong to begin with but now some how she had managed to tap even deeper into their dark depths. Seven was known as a carrier of souls though he was more then that with Severance. Friend, familiar, and a power source that she could link herself to in case the need for more control ever arose. Feeling some what agitated over the last few days she desperately needed some time alone. No hard feelings had been meant toward the crow and the only way he'd think about forgiving her was if she offered him some sun seeds later. It would not take much to persuade him out of his foul mood. Her clothes for the evening were simple, a pair of black jeans hugged to the smooth curves of her hips and a black sweater out lined the slender column of her neck. It was a bit big so it was left at a angle with one shoulder white and bare.

She was now starting to regret the fact that she had forgotten her jacket. Cold yes but due to her power that was of the crypt it was something she could bare with. Long black curls were pulled up tonight with one of her favorite lacy black ribbons. Part of a white bandage peeked out at the cuff of her sweater on her right arm due to a recent ceremony that had her uprooting several zombies from the Earth's dirt. The cut had been deep but it had needed to be when one was gifting that much of their blood. A messy job yes but full filling all the same.

It was more then obvious to any passerby that Severance loved and preferred the color black. The power tonight was feeling a bit adventurous so it pushed out to brush along any an all as it crept down below the ground using invisible fingers to constantly search and probe the area , wanting and craving things of the dead or undead. Zombies, vampires, and ghost alike weren't truly safe when this woman so closely connected to the Grim Reaper to collecting them with in her grasp. The veil was at her beckon call allowing her to walk this world and that. Shields like always were tightly locked into place as she strolled down the side walk, something had lead her in this general direction and the necromancer/vargamor was one that always listened to her gut feelings. Failing to do so could end with her signing a death warrant.

The wind was cold as it brushed along her exposed skin so in order to prevent some of it's stinging bite she allowed power to build in the palms of her hands and then spiraled it upwards. It was cold like the wind but a different type of cold. One she was comfortable with, something in the air reeked of death though and it brought her eyes to a close and then still she became. The pulse on her wrist beat hard with her heart beat and a sound had her lids fluttering open. The usual rolling tide of hers eyes had bled over to a deep blue and as she tilted her head she allowed the heat of her gaze to sweep over the area and that's when she saw Evie. It had been a long time, the last place the two had run into each other had been the graveyard a while back. Evie was a sweetie and Sevvy liked her and whatever the strange feeling was in the air had her concerned over Evie's well being so she moved and didn't waste time in catching the door to Club Bliss. The moment she walked in her power that was death it's self struck out to expand over the crowd, not wishing to spook Evie with it she tried turning the direction of it.

Evie would still feel it but the intensity would not be as strong or aimed directly at her. Being one of constant paranormal activity herself she could understand the lash or electrifying sting that could come back at you or any with in the proximity.

Voice was velvet and smooth as she called out to her, the man touching Evie's rear end had been noted and after giving up her cross at the check station she made a point of stepping non to gently on his toes with her heels as she brushed by him. She reached Evie just as the female reached the bar, a wave from down the bar had Severance looking and the moment she laid eyes on the two vampires the power of the Reaper turned to focus intently on the duo. The blue of her eyes now a some what haunting shade as she kept it locked to them.Her hand touched now to Evie's shoulder.

" Friends of yours?."

A soft smile caressed along the necromancers lips.

" Evie, it's been awhile. Would you mind if I hung out here with you for awhile?."

-- Edited by Severance at 14:10, 2009-02-05

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Faith · Vampire Reporter Extroardinaire

Bliss. Not just a club it's an experience.

Faith should have known better. What was supposed to be a night of frivolity and good fun was slowly but surely turning into a lecture. Blame it on the blond in her hair, but Faith rolled her eyes slightly at that. As she and Ghost walked arm in arm to the entryway that led into the club, her mind wasn't even focusing on his words. It was already ten feet ahead, gone into the din of the music and the bodyheat that permeated the air.

Kind of gross really. People tended to sweat when they got hot, and with her newfound senses, mainly the sense of smell, Faith was pretty sure she was about to find out if vampires puked.

"Hmmm Fire? Like the kind that's on the roof?" Ha ha. At least she thought it was funny. Maybe it was a generational gap, barrier, whatever, that kept Ghost from getting the joke but Faith grinned to her heart's content as the made their way through the previously mentioned hot sweaty bodies and the music that moved them. The song wasn't too bad. Not something Faith would willingly load onto her MP3 player but since the DJ was having fun with it she didn't see the need to spit on his efforts and bopped her head along with the beat. Unlike her sorely under dressed counter part, Faith went for the WOW factor.

Primal he called her, and Primal she felt. Dressed as she was in a short mini dress the color of sand where the expanse of the satin was broken up by brown tiger stripes done in sequin, it was hard not to feel any other way. All she needed were some thigh high boots and a whip and..RAWR.

Once they had reached the bar, Faith sighed dramatically. As if a heavy burden weighed heavily upon her. Such was the way of burdens, they were heavy. Heavy in the extreme, so at the first chance she got, Faith tried to steer the conversation in a new and more interesting direction. From fire and death "these too can happen to you if you keep up with your naughty ways" to "So...Ghost. When was the last time you went shopping? I like the whole Kurt Cobain from beyond look but..." Faith didn't get a chance to finish that when a something like death itself touched her. Cold, and clammy and a little tingly. Frowning, Faith's blue eyes tracked the movements around her. Following the string of the strange sensation Faith's eyes grew into saucers as Evie came into her field of vision. No fucking way, the world was not that small. It couldn't be. Looking away, Faith glared at Ghost pretty much thinking he did that. Wiggled his fingers and cast an illusion. She still wasn't entirely sure how his line worked, but she sure as hell knew she wasn't causing mirages of crazy cupcake ladies from Hawaii to appear in public. Just to double check, Faith looked back to now see Evie and friend.

"Deja fucking Vu man."

-- Edited by Faith Danovan at 16:55, 2009-02-12

Ghost · Soul Searching

-A bottle of the blood wyne was set on the bar in front of him along with a short bar glass. Gently he let his fingers play against the bottle to feel the warmth emanating from it. There were some bars where they refused to heat the stuff up, viewing the drinking of blood as some kind of sacreligious event. But at a vampire owned establishment like Bliss they did things right. Ghosts fingers pushed at the glass on it's little cocktail napkin and slid it back across the bar and away from him so he could simply pick it up and drink from the bottle-

-Eyes with the silken glow of moonlight followed Faith's gaze down the bar towards Evie and her friend, then back to the reaction on Faith's face. He watched her for a long considering moment trying to figure out what exactly that look in her eyes meant, and not liking it one bit. Bringing the rim of the bottle to his lips he took a long chug of the thick blood like liquid, letting the coppery rich flavor slide along his tongue, and feeling the warmth spread through him as he did. It was nothing like the real thing, but it satisfied in it's own way. Licking his lips again he gave Faith a moment to get over her incredulousness.-

"How do you know Evie?"

-He supposed that was the kind of question that could be turned on him, and as he thought about that he smiled that crooked smile and gave a small shake of his head. Seemed like nowadays even big towns were small towns and everyone knew everyone else. Short clipped nails scratched at the side of his head just behind his ear as he tipped his head to one side to listen to Faith over the noise around them.-

"I think she knows the cities Primogen, or something like that."

-So far Ghost hadn't met the man, hadn't actually met anyone besides Evie who knew or claimed to know the man. The whole thing left him with a bad taste in his mouth. If it weren't for Azrael he'd be running blind, and so would Faith. One of these days he was sure the prince of the city would show up, no doubt with puffed up circumstances to accentuate it, maybe even throw his weight around like it was their fault he hadn't been bowed down to yet. That was not a day Ghost was particularly looking forward to, but in life there were plenty of mindless rituals to be enacted.-

"Come on Faith, show an old man how the kid's dance these days."

-A reminder that he was easily old enough to be her great great great, something or another. Setting down the bottle on the bartop he slid from his stool. Soft cotton plaid shirt was pulled off and laid across the stool to save their spot, and then he slipped his white hand in hers and moved towards the dance floor.-

Solan · Vampiric Hearthrob

Humming sounded through the shadows, but he wasn't just walking alone he was after all surrounded by people, sheep he called them sheep. They were the food source for death, and maybe they didn't know that death was among them. Well one day. The walking corpse, had his eye candy tonight spotting her out in the open he was following a girl home from church he was like a large jungle cat, stalking its prey poor child she didn't even know what was going to hit her. Death would have been quick for her. If his meal was going be distubred tonight, he'd be one pissed off vampire. But tonight it was time to feed he really didn't have the time to play with his food. How much longer is this bitch, going to walk.

The little voice in the back of his head roared, well hell he was nothing but a brooding man anyway looking for food then it was back, to being Mr. Innocent nice guy he also had to watch his back he knew of vampire hunters and others he didn't wish to get caught He slowly came to a stop as he watched the woman, go into yet another church. "Fuck..." he cursed under his breath, well this was a big turn off. "Cahtlic bitch..." he watched her go inside as he stood at the bottom of the steps. "Might as well start going to a butcher shop.. hell I'll take three.." he turnned around to seek out another victim good luck.

Instead something else caught his attention, it wasn't like Solan was new to Rome he been here before; and gave the city hell years ago it was actuly fun. Intill he came across some ol' mighty powerful Master of the City back then; who thought he could shake the world with his power; Solan just cocked his head back and laughed him and his maker left and exploard the world more. Turnning away from the church the girl he lost interest in, really he didn't have to eat or feed on a human tonight anyway; his eyes glanced at a buliding that seemed to be a club. Looking at the large doors that looked kind of gothic he smelt 'vampires' ohhhh gooddyy a big orgy of blood baths; slowly he walked to the large doors and opened them, he stepped inside he really didn't want to be an attention bug go figure.

Faith · Vampire Reporter Extroardinaire

Oh how do you tell a long story while in a night club without it sounding like a drunken tale of ye olde times past. Or a pick up line. Simple. You didn't bother. You kept the details small, left a lot to the imagination and used the ever popular trick of just waving your hand and saying things like "oh you know." "Same'ol, same'ol." "The cops broke it up and everyone went home. Still got the scar till this day, want to see?" Okay so maybe that last one was totally a cheesy pick up line, but it was a damn good one.

When the bar tender set a glass of warm red goo in front of Faith, she eyed the bottle and the bar tender with suspicion. The later just grinned and set a glass down next to the bottle. Glancing over at Ghost Faith raised her hand and waved it absently. "Long story short, we met, she hit me, I hit her back, there was a scuffle...then the cops came broke it up and we spent a week in cell block Douche cooling our heels. You know, same'ol, same'ol." Another wave of her hand finished that story. The bottle remained though. There was no talking that thing to death that's for sure. Watching Ghost, she followed his lead and picked up her own drink. The warmth of it was a surprise. She knew these things were served body temperature to complete the illusion, but for her, warm bottles usually meant formula. And formula rarely came in hues of red, redder and blood red.

Not to seem rude, Faith forwent pinching her nose shut and just chugging the liquid till it was gone. Instead she brought the bottle to her mouth and took a sip as if it were beer. Which meant she was ready for the horrible taste and even worse aftertaste. What she got was...interesting. It wasn't blood. Not by a long shot. It tasted it like it though. Kind of like Blood Lite with a hint of artificial sweeter which lent it a delicate chemical after taste. Could vampires vomit? That question has been on Faith's mind for a while now, and as the warm liquid slid down her throat, she was pretty sure she was going to be finding out any minute now. Looking over at Ghost she pressed her lips into a tight lipped smile, trying not to flash bloody fangs as she held up the bottle and tapped delicate pink nails against the glass. "Mmmmmm. Yummy." Oh god it burned! Forcing herself to swallow another mouthful, she set the bottle aside and pushed it as far from herself as she could. Azrael and Ghost drank this shit? That actually explained a few things. Maybe the boys could go back on the real sauce one day if Faith bought the refreshments herself. Nothing screamed "eat me" louder than free food.

Somehow Faith managed to ignore the Primogen remark while her attention wobbled back to the other side of the bar where the two women sat. It was Deja Vu. Faith's knuckles nearly poped when she realized she curled her hand into a fist without event hiking about it. The phantom bruises still hurt if she pretended hard enough. She owed Evie payback, or a re-match. It depended on who got cuffed first that night. Last one into the police cruiser is a sore loser and all that.

"Hmm?" Looking up at Ghost, Faith tried to cover up her distraction by playing with her hair as she watched him yank that god awful shirt off. A striptease? Right here? At the bar? Awesome! Flashing him a toothy grin Faith was about to encourage him to burn that shirt when he asked her to dance. Okay, it was a start. They could burn the shirt later. Leaving the horrible version of a drink behind, Faith was only too happy to vacate the spot and follow Ghost onto the dance floor. Well what do you know, the dead can dance! Quick, someone alert the media. Wait...right, right.

Once they hit the dance floor, Faith took over, guiding the old timer into a spot where there weren't too many people and where the music pouring out of the speakers was merely a soft vibration in the air rather than a blatant ass grope. There were enough dancers for that. Long arms draped lazily over Ghosts shoulders as Faith pressed her cool body against his cold one. Faith flashed a million dollar smile at her dance partner, her body moldied against his cold curves as she indeed showed him how kids danced these days. Slowly, and with lots of pelvic contact. Indecent maybe but consider where they were. Doing a waltz was out of the question. One, there was no space on the dance floor, and two Faith was too scantly dressed to pull of a high brow dance like that, so she stuck with what she knew. Club "dancing."

Leaning against Ghost she peeked around that mess of his hair, her fingers absently brushing the silken strands aside so that her vision wasn't too abstracted. An eyebrow arched slightly as she spied the new arrival in the doorway, standing like King Ding'A'Ling in the doorway where no one could miss looking at him. That entrance was either the most cliche thing or the ballsiest thing. Faith was torn, but not for long, the music switched tempo from something slow and sultry to something sluty and semi-fast. Just the kind of music strip joints used in their private dance lounges. Classy. "So old timer...when was the last time you cut a rug?"

-- Edited by Faith Danovan at 13:51, 2009-02-17

Evie North · Telemetric Trickster

The bar had been reached -- score! -- without any incident. Other than the ass grope, but these people were gen-uine I-talians. Coping a feel on someone's posterior was like a normal 'hello!' for them. At least she had booze to help her cope. And a bubbling wealth of unexplored power to tap into should she feel the need to level some douche packer. Probably a bad idea. She, apparently, had a tendency to get arrested for public brawls.

Speak. Of. The. Devil. But, that came later.

Yet first, there was the always-startling, yet slightly comforting-in-its-familiarity presence of death. Not the kind that gave her nightmares or cold sweats, but the kind that lived in the man she loved most. A cool, vibrant thing. Its possessor was an individual that she hadn't seen in too long. Hopefully she could shake off a slight case of the willies before she arrived. Turning, her psychic compass directing her eyes, Evie felt a small smile curl over her lips as Severance breached the line of sweating bodies to find her.

However, before she could give her a proper greeting, her eyes were stolen by a certain distraction. A waving hand, attached to a familiar body, illuminating a smiling face. The friendly vampire, her uncool friend, who called himself Ghost. Friends of hers? He was, definitely. However, the grin that had slid into place for him seemed to wilt and die on her lips, as quickly as it had bloomed. Faith.

Faith?

Faith.

"Are you fucking ... I -- whaaat?"

Faith!

Reality seemed to hit the pause button as she tried to make sense of it. Faith was in Italy. Maybe she'd followed Shane, the crazy snake bitch devil woman. It made sense. She'd seemed pretty in love with her in Hawaii. Maybe they had more in common than they thought. Except for a new, incredibly blinding difference from before. Faith was a vampire?! A young one. Powerful. The energy coming off of her was almost frenetic. Compared to Ghost, she seemed like a toaster oven of energy.

Moments passed. She stared openly, mouth agog, eyes wide. She only came back from Incredulity Island when the two went into the throng of dancing bodies together. Blinking, Evie literally started, looking to Severance. "Holy shit, Batman." Because when in doubt, word salad. Faith had seemed about as excited to see her as Evie had been. Shaking her head, the petite telemetric actually had to laugh. It was absurd. Completely and utterly absurd. "The guy -- he's a new friend. Fresh face, but ... the blonde ..." A gloved hand rose to swipe her dark bangs from her face, eyes still wide as two grey oceans. "I spent a week in jail with her after we got into a bitch fight at an ice cream parlor." Yeah, she'd started it. Only because Faith had bitchslapped her in Salem. Would the cycle of violence ever end? Maybe. Depended on if Evie got drunk and made a move tonight, or if the addition of undead crazy to her already impressive insanity drove Faith to it first.

Staring into the crowd of dancers, Evie caught Ghost's eye. He was a nice guy. One of the few vampires that seemed as uninterested in power trips as any she'd ever met. He was ... almost sweet. Why the hell was he with Faith? Still, she loathed the idea of him thinking differently of her. Evie wasn't just another girl he'd met in a bar, had a conversation with, and then forgotten. Evie wasn't one for meeting and talking and making an effort to make friends; when she did, it mattered. She remembered. Lifting the hand that had tooled with her bangs, Evie gave a soft wave, trying to look less incredulous. It wasn't really working.

So she made an executive decision. Turning to the bartender, Evie waved him over with a euro, shouting above the music, "three shots of anything dark." Looking to Sev, she gave a grin that was half fading bewilderment, half emerging mischief.

Solan · Vampiric Hearthrob

Speaking of devils- he might look like a cute teddy bear to snuggle up to; but the man could become your worse enemy. Those's the vampire had enemys was such a good word to hears but it didn't ring victory bells intill the enemy was defeated, and dead. Well after he tormented them for a good long three to four day's intill he became bored with his victim or food he was taught by the best tormenting was a big orgy for Solan but he's not done that in years less he has to pretend and play the 'Big Bad'.

He smelt vampires, lycans, anything was a little more powerful than he. The most he smelt was the undead and some of them had a stinch. The most of all creatures he hated was those damn shapeshifters; those things you had to becareful they were sneaky little bastards. The double doors closed behind him yeah he made an odd entrance and quiet one- Solan was not a hell raiser or loud he was quiet, and broody those eyes glanced around at the crowded club; bodies dancing against each other he pressed his way through the crowd, they were touching him as he eased inbetween dancing couples and he gave that rattle snake in the grass grin. But he kept on moving to acess the bar this place looked more interesting than chasing down a church girl for a midnight snack.

Miss Sunshine · Sugary Sweet Healer

Lyliyana skipped through the holy item check station without so much as a pause. She had no holy items, or holy water, or anything like that ever, so she never had any need to stop there except to say hi to the check girl.

Miss Sunshine was dressed in a screaming bright yellow dress with long sleeves and a hem that fell to just above her knees. Her blond tresses were pulled back into pigtails with matching aqua scarves that went well with her pale teal eyes. She had a bright smile on her face, and was really excited about being at Bliss. The little happy human burst out onto the floor, making her way to the bar to order her customary apple juice. The ethereal glow she always had infused to her flesh was low, but Lyliyana still stuck out like a sore thumb among the gothic crowd. That metaphysical hugging sensation that seemed to always surround her reached out and touched quite a few people as she passed.

She was feeling better, and wanted to get out and mingle. Maybe she would see someone she recognized! Speaking of...there was Evie!!! With a giggle, Lyl made her way to the telemetric and gave her a great big hug! Lyliyana was conspicuously without the infamous Mr. Grey this eve, but Hector, aka Mr. Bubbles, was lumbering along just behind her. Lyl didn't need Mr. Grey too too often anymore, not now that she had a fire ruby necklace around her neck in the shape of a small flame.

"Hi Evie! We should finish our dance sometime!" Lyliyana was of course, referring to the last time the two had met up in Bliss, and she had given Evie a few lessons on cutting the rug. She spotted Severance then and gave her an enthusiastic wave. Her gaze wandered to who Evie had been looking at, spotting some cute guy and that blond reporter Faith. Lyliyana liked her articles in Salem and Hawaii. They had been informative. She pulled her 5 foot nothing frame upon a stool next to Evie and slapped her hand down on the wood top, like she'd seen others do in the movies.

"I'd like an apple juice please. Shaken, not stirred."

Ghost · Soul Searching

-Ghost caught Evie's glance from the dance floor and returned the wave with a flash of that subtly crooked smile. There was something about the girl that he enjoyed. She wasn't the one he'd been searching for, not someone to make his cold dead heart beat wildly in his breast, but she was friendly and pleasant. It made him all the more curious to find out who her vampire companion was. The one she'd spoken of the night they'd met. For a moment he wondered if Azrael knew the man, and tried to make a mental note to ask. Then he was distracted by Faith's voice as the tempo of the music sped up.-

-It wasn't that hard to keep up. Modern dancing was much easier than anything he'd been raised around. It was primal, and he did that well. With a sensual grace to his movements he felt the brush of people on the packed floor as their energy called to the power in his blood. That warmed him a bit making the dance all the more heated. But in truth he prefferred the ballroom dancing of his youth to this, or even the break dancing that had been so popular in the eighties. At least those had shown skill.-

"Come on Faith."

-He nodded towards the door of the place. When he di so he saw the new vampire who had entered, mental note number two was now to tell Azrael about this new citizen.-

"Let's get out of here."

-He'd heard it was the commonly used movie quote of all times. It fit in any situation. Reaching for her hand his pale fingers looped with hers and he gave her a tug away from the packed dance floor. Keeping his hand in hers he weaved through the crowd and towards the door. Maybe they'd go pick up Jessie and see if a bank needed robbing, or maybe they could just go for a walk. Suddenly the cluster of the club made him feel just a bit strangled. What he wanted was wide open skies, fresh air, and a chance to get to know this newborn who was living with him.-

-- Edited by Ghost at 16:30, 2009-02-18

Serenity · I see you all around me

Serenity had been reading about how much of a hit this Bliss had been back in the states...It was said to be just as big here in Rome. Bringing everyone. And well Ren needed a change from Big mommas or Blue Moons or any of the little places that she seemed to haunt.

Whispering back and forth between herself and Zac as well as the others that came to her. She was sure she seemed completly insane...Speaking to things that werent there...Even more so begging them to leave her be...For one night. But her pleas went unheard. Their cold touch their screams to be listened to demanded more then she was able to give. Pain was shooting threw her making her feel as if she would tear into two at any moment.

Only a few more moments...Then the fog would roll in. She could feel the cold breeze curling around her..She could see the shimmer that the people who littered the dance floor already had. The colors were becoming so bright...Breath...Breath. Those flimsy sheilds becoming nothing more but a memory...Those feelings of the club...

The lust..The Need. The unfillfiled pain ...All hitting her. Marking her. Lust. Need. Yearning. Their emotions slowly becoming hers. Those feelings dragging her out onto the dance floor.The sea of bodies parting and coming against her. Like a rolling tide.

She was slowly getting lost in the tide.

Valcrist · Silly Kitty

Looking at the throngs of people just waiting to get into the lavishly-decorated, posh nightclub, Valcrist could only assume one thing....Bliss....well, the tell-tale mob and giant sign above the door pretty much explained it. That also meant another thing. Marcus had also come to Rome. A lot of memories flooded back to him like some great river as he stood at the entrance. He was dressed to the nines, as they say. A pair of sleek black slacks hugged the curves of his newly well-defined lower torso, a white oxford, collared long sleeved shirt, complete with the black slack's matching overcoat and tie. Custom-tailored italian leather shoes also adorned the young wereleopard. His face was now in its normally clean-shaven state. His hair also cut short, and a pair of designer sunglasses did a decent job of hiding his eyes from view. Valcrist smiled inwardly as he came to the front entrance, hoping to God he still had some pull. Well, perhaps marcus, if he was here, would recognize him. If not...well, MAYBE bruno was still there, but...he had a feeling Patsy probably took him with her.....Speaking of........well, perhaps its not best to dwell upon that subject. No sooner than he did, the tell-tale grimace of emotional pain was etched clearly upon the youth's face as he thought about the events that led him into leaving the Island. Shaking his head, he managed to weave his way through the throng of bodies, throwing up his own shields in the process. His beast took to pacing around in its cage of flesh and invisible wall of glass.

Having skim passed the holy item check person, which of course, nothing even remotely dangerous was found on him; he finally found himself standing at the forefront of the place. As usual, the large dance room was packed wall to wall with a massive throng of bodies, feverishly dancing away to the beat of the song that throbbed from the massive speakers. The sunglasses remained as he weaved his way to the bar, his own body moving with that cat-like grace, matching tune with the beat of the music. He finally came to a stop as he chose his seat, almost instantly recognizing the bartender as he gave him/her a smile (sorry, its late and I never did get to look at the npc bartender) "Decided to get off that rock of an island, eh?" He said to the bartender as he recieved his drink for the evening. Slipping the bartender a few dollar bills, he made a beeline straight for the VIP. Whether Marcus was in, only time would tell, but...well, it was probably best to at least let his father-figure-type former owner know that he, as well, decided to come here. Fingers gripped at the cold steel of the doorknob. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if the Master Vampire caught wind of him leaving patsy, and wondered if that would create, as they say, some bad blood. Well, one way to find out. Turning the knob, he stepped into the VIP section of the nightclub, steeling himself, as it were, to whatever emotions or feelings that would surely overtake the young wereleopard.....

-- Edited by Valcrist on Saturday 30th of May 2009 05:57:06 AM

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