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ACT II| The Purple Penguin| Martial Town

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The air felt intoxicated as the city-goers of the nightclub filled their bellies with drink and booze, laughter set the mood of neon dancers swaying to the cyberpunk and pop indulging in their personal enjoyments the establishment provided. Drugs were a big thing here in this city, yet even heavier in the rampant nightclub. Seemed prior to the Choisel's arrival, the city thrived in own chaos, disorder; this observation made His task, less dreading to accommodate. In fact, His goals seemed clear up to this point, purging the once mega-city. The only question that arise was when? 

And the answer happened to be now, beginning on this eve of a full lunar. 

The Daywalker and his two lovely ladies stopped suddenly from their walk through the night. A business poster illuminated in it's bright, gayish hues above the curb of the sidewalk. This was the one, reading the Purple Penguin. From the exterior walls of the building, even a half-block away was evident how alive the place was voices boomed all over, these people brought life not only to the business, but to Leinhart and his Countess Tatia whom could not refuse such a flavorful visit that happened to be the climax of their sojourn. A tiny glimpse of the Vampire's contempt exposed itself in the most tainted manner, wide-eyed and thirsted the faintest of tempting urges immediately, rushing through his undead spirit. The dapper gentleman seemed further compelled by his own mental visualization of a near foreseeable future, stained in the blood of his victims within.

Human life forces painted a carmine hue across the scene of the nightclub as dismembered corpses absorbed of their souls in the barbarous carnage. At the bar he sat nonchalantly betwixt his Queen and her servant clueless of the massacre that occurred before her very innocent eyes. The murderer stood in momentary silence scanning the surroundings of his new fond den in a stool with a satisfactory fill from a severed arm that Yulie held to his maw and angled as so to drink the fluids that rolled down the appendage to savor with every drop squelched. As for the Matriarch prized with an opposing limb from the poor soul which they drank, from what felt like an eternity transitioning to an undead - she was still very much weakened from her near two centuries of dormancy. This was, a buffet for her whilst she worked her new body and became adjusted to her immortality. 

The sensation of Yulie tapping his right shoulder soon broke the stargazing enchantment, her soft words of spell snapping him out of his overwhelming desire of infliction upon those within. "As you requested, we're here now. I give you, the Purple Penguin."

The liveliness from indoors was inviting, full of flavorful energy and personalities from different backgrounds each person possessing a fair share of uniqueness and individuality amongst them. That, was the Power of Blood. Blood was lives in which consuming, their prowess and knowledge was inherited. Not only through consumption orally, but as effective as it was psychically, draining victims. The bare anticipation of waiting held Leinhart's accountable enough, these were the humans last hours little did they know a true monster of night was just outside their doors. Vanishing beyond them hand-in-hand with the ladies, he stepped cowhide loafers entering the nightclub in his best behavior …. 

"Yes, yes … So we have, finally?"

@Eternity

 

 

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Tatia’s preparations of Yulie went perfectly, she was groomed to be the perfect human servant the couple needed. Checking her over often as they walked to the Purple Penguin, she couldn’t help but smirk. To add Lein’s glasses made her look irresistible, and down right tasty. 

Her expectations of this club were held high, this was a promise that the night would be exciting. With her resurrection, Tatia held a deep throbbing thirst for blood and excitement. Adjusting to her new body brought on many different feelings, many that were intensified thanks to her new life as a pure blood. 

With the announcement of their arrival by Yulie, Tatia had a guarded smile on her face as they stepped through the threshold into a whole new environment. Looking around she could see the heart beats of the party goers in their necks, her ears could pick up on the throbbing sound of each beat. Squeezing Lein’s hand, she awaited him to lead the way into this dark bouncing energetic place. 

 

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Current DJ VIBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSFmDxn-cK8

As had any other public setting that served alcohol there was a small security check upon entry. Three bald, burly men with beady brown eyes in black shirts that had bold SECURITY lettering embroidered upon their fabrics in dark cargo pants and complimenting boots and 38. semi-automatic handguns in their holsters, patting down those whom entered before they actually set-foot onto the nightclub's floors. Each held radios and microphones attached to their earbuds though there wasn't other signs of security officers in the immediate area, there wouldn't be any telling how efficient they'd have responders on the scene when things got sticky and over the edge. The women almost instantly in their scanty skirts and supernatural glamour became hot walking food for the guard's eyes, their wildest dreams and naughtiest desires. Dogs were to be dogs in the exposure of their true selves. Clearly their man if they were down like that was in front of them, or if this case happened to be a brother inviting his sister out with his date for the evening, even so, these guys didn't seem the least bit of intimidated by the lithe Leinhart escorting the girls their way. Their facial expressions lacked the respect a man should have for another, this was more like a three-against one stare, an try me the wrong way and I'll show you glare.

"Could you afford me and these lavish ladies a lounge in the VIP, my good man? Of course, you understand our urge for privacy."

As the men moved individually to search and frisk the trio they'd felt halted in their tracks upon meeting eyes with the carmine swirling oculars that were the pallid man's own. Tatia had seen this tactic several times thus far and should have suspected none the less from Him.

At the point of eye-contact the mind of the individual first to lead himself towards the group was to find himself compelled by Leinhart's vampiric compulsion; standing and staring enchantingly, obeying the words of the Master that became his mind as they were absorbed. Round, beady eyes remained glued on the utterly white and pleasant One in momentary beguile. The compulsion rid him of his current thoughts and actions as he found himself obligated to yield to the dark prowess of the pure vampire. A human's will was always breakable, and most penetrable. The first bald headed guard raised an open hand and before the others got around to patting the ladies down and going on with what was thought to be party, they were stopped immediately. Nodding his head comprehensively did the main guard step himself aside to allow the three their entry into the Penguin, one of the others accommodated them to a private balcony view just up the side stairs to their left bending around the bar area. Two violet loveseats connected to a booth and table overlooking the first-story of patrons drinking, joking, dancing little were they aware of the chaos soon to divulge. Neon lights reflected from their disco balls in the ceilings, projecting the spectrums to cast flashes sync with the Cyberpunk music in their private sections. Tatia's grip on her brother's hand jittered with excitement, ultimately was he glad to have not let her down again. The dapper gentleman held a hand out for the two ladies to seat themselves, before he squeezed himself in-between and began the festivities.

"Not even in a millennia, have I seen such an establishment vibrantly colorful. It is quite the sight this place don't you think, ma'lady?"

@Eternity

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Tatia’s eyes shifted over the men who wore shirts with such bold lettering pronouncing who or what they were, ‘Security’. With their shaved bald heads and their thick muscled stances were meant to intimidate anyone who wished to enter such a lavish establishment. It was utterly a cute notion to Tatia, as she was nearly jittering in excitement next to Leinhart. 

As the trio approached her brother didn’t leave any room for disappointment, as it only took mere moments for one of the guards to become ensnared in Leinhart’s gaze. Tatia didn’t change her demeanor at all, she watched as they were ushered into the establishment before the other guards could lay their hands upon the ladies of the trio. Loosening her grip in Lein’s hand, she eagerly followed the bald men who lead them from the entrance up a side staircase to a private balcony. 

Stepping aside to allow Yulie to be the first of the ladies to slide into the purple booth, she felt safer taking the otherside of her lover in the booth. If anything were to change the mood of their visit, Tatia would be quicker than the human girl to react to whatever threatened them. After Lein took his place between the ladies, Tatia smoothed the feathered skirt of her dress over her rear before taking a seat next to her lover. Her eyes shimmered in the constant changing of lights, as the light show seemed to shift with the beats of the music being played in such a magnificent club. 

No level of noise could drown out the voice of Lein, her eyes shifted as he spoke to her about what they were currently witnessing. “Yes, it is beautiful. Enslaving one would say, much like those eyes of yours.” Leaning over to leave a kiss on the side of his face near his eye, she grinned as her eyes slid over the blonde who now eagerly obeyed their demands. “How long do you suppose we wait to be served? I am quite.. Parched..” 

 

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"Could you fetch us some lively drinks, as well young kind sir?"

Extending an exaggerated emphasis on the word lively in his bit of an Frenchman's old English accent, Leinhart compelled the bouncer via psionic energies infiltrating that of the incompetent mind to serve their first drinks being seated no more than five or so minutes. Obviously his intended usage for the words lively, and drinks weren't misinterpreted a smudge - Tatia made herself clear she was thirsty since the night before. James the college lad hung himself to suicide from the rafters of the beaus apartment building to persevere what remained of his humanity, the Vampire on the other hand was capable of controlling fleshly desires a perk one could call it since the Psionic could feast without necessarily puncturing fangs into his sufferers. Something his beloved incarnate sister hadn't yet been taught how. Scanning the premises around the balcony from the booth betwixt the lovely vixens, a lanky violet arm sleeve stretched out with it's index pointing down at the dance floor before the first of victims this evening had been selected. The age-old ash-haired, creamy fleshed man picked off whomever was vulnerable, intoxicated for the now - which seemed like he'd be doing the place a favor handling a few knuckleheads or supposed tough-guys for himself and Tatia to drain and influence. Instead, humanesque crystalline eyes found themselves snatched away locking eyes with a fruitful, male couple. His talented fingers pointed directly at them aiming sighting the inquisitive and inclined that felt drawn to his vampiric appeal from above. While it was just as effective to send Yulie and his undeniably striking Lady Choisel downstairs to lure whomever they captivated with their glamour and grace, it was no task to invite those up to their VIP who were willing and seeking such attention. Nodding his head to the request the bouncer was soon off to retrieve their human entrees while the trio sat around and further acquianted themselves amongst their company. Leinhart turned to his left facing Yulie with a gentle smirk, their puppet would prove herself useful while it had also been unusual of her to not greet the bartenders and staff as she had done during her prior visits. She appeared completely casual flipping through her cellphone, checking her social media accounts and whatnot without the slightest clue of what exactly was to unfold next. 

"While your boyfriend was rather misunfortunate to not make it this far, you on the other hand might be Choisel worthy. What do you think, Tatia?"

@Eternity

 

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Tatia sat eagerly at the bar next to her lover waiting for whatever or whomever would become their next victims. The music that resonated through the acoustics of the establishment found their way into the movement of Lady Choisel. Her hips moved very subtle, her shoulders finding the same rhythm her hips had found within the music. 

Turning her gaze from Lienhart to Yulie, she met the gaze of her lover with a grand smile. “Why, yes! I do think she has a lot of potential, let's see what she can do for us. “ Turning her gaze back to the couple that was carefully pointed out by the entranced bartender, she knew this would be quite the task for the blonde who stood filing through her cell phone. 

In the meantime, Tatia carefully locked eyes with the bartender, her tongue glided over her painted lips. “I would like a whiskey over ice, please..” Although her thirst was for something more crimson, Tatia found the liqueur of humans to be quite tasteful. 

With the now crystalline glass being slid towards the delicate hand of Tatia, her fingers eagerly tangled themselves around the brown drink. Lifting the glass to her soft painted lips, she closed her eyes to the touch of the whiskey to her tongue. 

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"So tell me, what is it that attracts human specimen to these lime lights? And if you must do so, please be seated."

Golden enigmatic swirls glared about the vicinity of the approaching queers. Leinhart studied the guys closely. Short haircuts in brightly dyed colors, dark jeans and pink shirts these gentlemen wore nearly the same attire; the slightly taller fellow out of the duo with soft grey eyes and a clean goatee, however was clearly the giver. Already intoxicated, having been lingering about the nightclub a few hours more than expected. Evident they sought to relax and acquaint themselves with the mysterious trio. Compelled to the Master's words they found themselves unable to resist a reply, coming just short of the booth before them they'd summon an answer. 

"Drugs, the lack of Po-po. The funky bright lights and architect. It's perfect for divas, don't you think?!"

The male whom had no facial hair parted his lips to speak, the shorter, fe-male man, the girlfriend rather, ran a hand through his spikey black hair as he cocked the other at the hip and rested his body along one side of his loafered foot. More obvious than ever, the duo'd have no idea that the betrothed and her Count were vampires. They stood alongside the edge of the booth holding hands in love and matrimony while Kronos merely remained silent in his scrutiny until, a single hand lifted from the rectangular table reaching to pull a silver flask from his pant pocket. 

"Hmm... I see. You gays have a point. Now, I need a favor from you two." 

By time the bartender had come to serve Tatia her glass of Whiskey another notion was formulated in the depths of the vampire's mind. Less than a split second after, Leinhart's primal eyes blunk over once to reveal a pool of crimson hues he was still nonetheless, staring at the fruitful couple. Via telepathic sources, he communicated to His human mule as she'd reciprocate the information and act. The deathness coming from his stare was impinging and felt as if a hundred eyes intruded one's privacy beaming at onlookers, casting them into an unplumbed mesmerism that left those inflicted with a complete loss of voluntary action. They'd forget the rest of the world around them, the music, chatter, even the coming drama. All of it. Just as the bartender moved his hand from the booth from placing down the drink, the tainted Yulie snatched his arm up by the wrist and held it in place momentarily across the end of the table as directed by the Master in a fiendish glare. Mind oneself, the gay couple the minute they'd arrive at the booth before the Choisels were now undergoing hypnosis. Leinhart's unadulterated crimson eyes dropped onto the bartender concomitantly, he too should feel the barging force of the Master's compulsion wash him over, engulfing him into a being he was not able to command. 

"This flask. Mix every bottle you serve with a droplet. Then, may you continue with your customers here at my nightclub." 

The task seemed almost too easy to flunk, too simple to fail and damned impossible to resist. The bartender had no conscious idea of what was going on, nor would he realize in fact that Leinhart did not actually own the bar. Rather, he was impersonating the one whom did. However, he took the flask as ordered and carried himself from the scene to arrange what it was Kronos demanded of him. Heading back to the stairwell prior to doing so, he bowed himself kindly. This flask was not an ordinary drink. No. It contained the Master's lifeblood. Turning a half pleased grin towards Lady Phoenix, he remarked.  

"In due time, my lady. Due time."

@Eternity

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The bartender would do as commanded with the flask in hand, he opened a bottle of vodka from the shelf behind him and hinted it with a splash of the viscous crimson fluid from it's reservoir. He'd go through the every bottle from Tequila, Congac, to Whiskey etc. carefully, tilting the flask upright as the fluids rolled into the concentrated alcohol. The guy had been in his early twenties with even, short brown hair black slacks and a button-up white collared shirt. His boyish almond eyes darted across the room up to the balcony lounge at Leinhart in a smirk that read across his lips the job had been completed. Safe to say a single drop of lifeforce was all that would be required to contaminate said beverages. Mr Choisel had yet to release his compulsion over the human male, but responded back to him via telepathic energies.  ~Good job, my son. Now, continue running the bar and you will forget that any of this ever happened. Any surveillance footage for the day see to it that Ms. Yulie recieves it before the end of the night.

The bass of the cyperbunk beat rocked the entire facility, so loud that one could hardly hear themself think. While partygoers seemed to rave and fist-pump rather than perform any actual real dancing, the crowd remained live and energetic in their movements. Several customers pulled up to the bar and ordered some drinks with the slightest clue that the alcohol was now contaminated. The Original retracted his attention at Yulie then to his bethrothed Lady Phoenix before parting lips to speak.

"She's marvelous for a hive, don't you think? Our base of operations."

Yulie quartered her phone into her purse whilst staring intently at the dark one with bulging eyes peering behind the plum aviators giveth her by Leinhart. As she still was coerced by his vampiric persuasions, brainwashed she had the faintest memories of her recent past now long in gone in her chambers of memory. The doll remained silent giving way for Tatia to speak first still she gazed into the pits of the primordial's golden orbs that reflected gloriously throughout the darkness of the room. The only thing that was really left to do now was sit and wait, whether that been a hour, three, or all night. But the moment the customers began indulging in their newest drinks their mutations were already beginning to change and alter there DNA. With his arms crossed over the other Leinhart sighed dully returning to his usual lack of enthusiasm. With the two gays now seated amongst them, it seemed as though the true party could now commence.

@Eternity

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Tatia sat silently at the table as her whiskey made an appearance, looking up at the bartender she noticed the spark in his eye had changed. The intent of Leinhart was felt in the air, as he locked eyes and started the hypnosis. Sliding her hands out towards the cold glass of dark liquid, she brought the smooth glass to her painted lips. Allowing the cool liquid to touch her tongue, her blue eyes darted between the men who were now becoming a part of the trio. 

It was obvious that the men were very interested in them, she watched them carefully as she moved the oak spiced drink around in her mouth. Swallowing the liquid, her tongue carefully slid around the edges of her lips. The way they moved with one another was interesting, more so was the rising in energy Leinhart was using to cast the bartender under his control. With his command being worked out shortly after the bartender left, she took another sip of the liquid. It wouldn’t take much time for the patrons of this fine establishment to be under some sort of persuasion by the Choisel coven. 

It seemed that Tatia was physically with the group, but otherwise she was caught up in her mind. With the couple now seated at the table, she slid her body closer to Lein as his normal unenthused demeanor returned. Facing him a moment, her eyes trying to lock with his own, her hand would travel from her side to the top of his thigh. Giving him a brief squeeze, her eyes turned to the flamboyant couple. “Good Evening, what brings you to our trio of trouble?” Giving them a brief grin, she would feel her face rest in a pleasant and inviting smile. 

@Etched In Stone
 

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The duo of gays stood there a bit perplexed before answering Lady Phoenix  She knew just as the Dark Lord that there was no true reason behind their accompaniment. For all intents and purposes, they'd had the slightest clue themselves as to why they were pre-meditatively selected. Perhaps it was their curiously wandering minds, the lack of giving a fuck about what those around them thought of their sexuality? The Vampire's indomitable will weighed heavy onto their shoulders just as they'd begin to feel as if they were regaining self-control - which was only momentary. Though they were allowed to think on their own, their actions and words that came following was that of the desired Nosferatu himself. 

"Salvation and refuge. A chance at servitude with the Master Kronos and his remarkable Matriarch, you."

Leinhart clasped his hands together at the sounds of this, finding delight in his entertainment of the couple before returning to his lack of care for the human kind. Ironically, these were his own words and his betrothed knew well of their compulsion. From his seat between the two ladies he raised a single hand his palm flipped upwards as the guys each stuck their own out to be held at the wrist, one by one. A single talon from his freed hand curled itself into a hook. Once the first hand was held in place Leinhart traced the clawed finger across an artery, puncturing the flesh with effortless ease. This caused a flow of lifeforce to begin seeping from the open the wound. The first drops of actual bloodshed. Consciously, the spiky haired homosexual had no sensation of pain to feel, nor could he think about what was taking place. This was second nature. Almost willingly, he'd allow himself to be drained as he stared down at the gushing fluids now dribbling down his wrist unto the table, but there was nothing he could have willfully done to stop it. Not him, nor his boyfriend. As Tatia reeled herself closer to her brother she found himself pulling towards the held hand, placing his cold wet lips over the wound as he ran his tongue in an attempt to wipe it clean before setting his entire maw onto the wrist sucking the blood dry before it was offered to her secondly. The vampire's eyes shot wide at the near caffeinated beverage of life. Wiping his lips from the residue that remained he proceeded to follow up with the hand of the male's lover. This time, he didn't control how much he had drunk from the vital artery and left the man bone dry until his arm fell limp, smacking onto the table and his body rolled back into the booth where he'd fall unconscious and ultimately pass into the life. Dead as dry leaves. Tossing the lifeless arm back across the other side of the booth he'd remark to her in a single command.

"Control yourself with that one darling. We need him, alive."

@Eternity

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Tatia watched and listened to the men who she knew well were under the compulsion of her lover, watching as they mimicked the movement’s of the lord Kronos. Licking her lips slowly as she watched the blood that was let free with the prick of a claw from Leinhart, she scooted closer to mingle with the energy that he gave off as he fed lightly on the first of the couple. As Leinhart offered up the male he had begun draining, Tatia gently took his hand in her soft pale digits. Immediately allowing her tongue to dart over the wound to keep it from allowing the blood to coagulate, she pulled with her mouth for the deep red liquid that lived beneath the flesh. 

Emotions couldn’t play a part of the couple that sat with them in the booth, nor could they feel the pain from them suckling on their wrists. Tatia barely heard the warning from her brother as she pulled and pulled at the man’s wrist, feeling the life force dwindle more and more with each swallow. The internal fight began as she tried to regain control, something that has been difficult since her rebirth. 

Pulling her face away suddenly, she stared forward as if she left her body in this realm for another. Her tongue darting over her lips quickly, her eyes glowing brighter than usual after the intake of the human’s life source. Suddenly she just dropped the man’s arm, allowing it to hit the table with a sudden thud which was hidden behind all the loud rave music pounding in the speakers around them. Wiping her finger through the blood that had dripped on the table, she used it to paint her lips red like the lipstick she often wore while dressed in dark colors. 

If Tatia actually breathed she would be taking in deep breaths to steady her mind and her racing heart, as she fought the urge to just leap across the table to tear out the throat of the man she had been drinking from. She wanted nothing more than to bathe in his blood, to drink him in wholly freeing his spirit from the shell of a body.  It all seemed like an hour as she worked through her internal battle, but a moment passed as she finally spoke. “Yes, I understand.” Licking her finger that had the blood on it before using it as a lip gloss, she then contented herself with a gentle smile. 

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"Uhmm ... We have a mess on the balcony floor. Need you guys for this one, he's pretty heavy. Get em' to the freezers. Over." 

Staff and other employees attempted to move rather efficiently in duties to maintain a clean and safe nightclub. All the while, accommodating the Vampires' requests that leaned way over average customer desires in their least inconspicous manners. By the time a server radioed the call over the headset a single bouncer came into view from the stairwell emerging himself at the booth, shoveling the dried suck of a hump over his thick-set shoulders, fading away back into the maze of throng on a route different than the previously noted. Pulling his golden orbs from their lecherous gaze on Tatia and her painted luscious red lips, the Daywalker's angular visage floated adrift the throng of dancing. 

"Balls were a wonderful sight at our Choisel courts that the night would stay busy with dancers and musicians until dawn. Our way of fancying style and dress was more sumptuous, don't you think?"

The exertion of jubilance upon their simpering faces and cavort was revolting to the Nosferatu. Their switching motions to the beat of the rave. There was a time millenniums ago when the Godless performed in such acts of enjoyment.

- La Ruche.

He'd soon call it.

Between the two delightful women afforded in tonight's company, Leinhart kissed his bethrothed above the forehead in his parting reassuring Her she'd get that moment she so eagerly quenched for. He stood to depart from the booth with the fellow who swore himself to the Coven earlier as the duo dissipated into the crowd. Yuli mashed her fingers to the buttons of her cell phone concomitantly;

"cut the lights"-

she'd send the private message to one of the bouncers in kohootz' with the Coven.

"You know what must be done. Let us leave." -

Communicating to his woman Tatia a telepathic invoice was casted to be registered and returned. As all good often came there was that time, in which every one dreaded ever came to an end. That time was present. In a flash - the blinking strobes and power to the building was then, cut short. Immediate blackness hung throughout the entire facility, followed by shouts in awe. The only electricity to be at disposal was that of personal belongings. Amongst the chaos distraughtly produced, Leinhart emerged to face the guy headed in the crowd with him. The terror from his vampiric impression glinted off the dimly lit room. Serrated fangs peered from the corners of his mouth  as he molded into an unnatural, abomination of man in front of the terrified young guy.

Before his mouth had even chance to signal distress, a razor sharp claw whizzed up a gaping incision from under the throat in a clean slice across the neck. Gnawing into his own wrist he fed it the man to save his life before he died and lied over the dance floor. 

"Pass over life as Undead. You are no longer shackled by restraint. We shall feast, now."

@Eternity

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Removed last scene and edited for us to play out before closing

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Tatia turned her gaze to her betrothed, her eyes catching the glimmer of the flashing lights like a cat. The mention of balls and the old festivities of the good old days came to the forefront of her memory, smiling. “Yes, I agree. The great thing is that the idea of balls haven’t died, just evolved. No reason why we couldn’t hold one ourselves.” Pausing she felt her lips part with a grin. “Lein, I see a ball in our future..” Lost in the thought of hosting a ball in their new temporary home, it would give the Choisel’s a chance to establish their noble presence in this town. 

With that thought floating between them, she watched as Yuli smashed her fingers on the keys of her cellular phone. The link between them notified her it was time, that the key component of her beloved's plan was in motion. The bartender who was entrusted with the flask of precious liquid hadn’t made a return, meaning that the key was put in place so to speak. 

With the feeling of his kiss on her brow lingering, Tatia’s eyes watched as the staff quickly cleaned up after them. Just as the husk of a man was removed, the lights flickered ominous before complete being cut off. With ease her eyes adjusted, she could see better than any man equipped with night vision goggles. Standing with them she scooted out from around the table, leaving the booth as their newly turned fledgling unknowing committed to the task given by Leinhart. Panic smashed the room like a wave at high tide against the shore, the human clintell drowned in their fear and anxiety as they were either turned or made into the next fledgling's final component of turning. 

Following a short distance behind Leinhart, she watched him change as he attacked the man’s blood splattered a mist over her face. A fanged grin appeared on her face as her right hand moved up, sliding her thumb over the blood that splattered over her cheeks. Swiping it from her cheek to her lips like a lip gloss, her tongue darted feverishly over the red tinge. Pure chaos grasped hold of Tatia, the touch of blood on her flesh brought a deep heat flushing over her unhuman body. Her face contorted from a innocent beautiful young woman  to that of a demon come to reap the souls owed her. Tatia moved in a way that couldn't be done by a normal person in the dress she wore without savagely destroying it, a woman with hair so red near Tatia was the first to meet her razor sharp fangs and the blood lust that no fledgling has ever endured. 

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"Should you save me the last dance once this is over?" 

Leinhart's thick licorish voice stood lucid over the bedlam concomitantly, were his hands tied up with a crossroad victim. Ironic. Tati's exercising day one the last danse she'd given Lein before she was stripped from their homestead in Choisel. A depriving joyish smirk painted over his lips. Only a psychopath brought such words to fruition to even muster the idea of cavorting over a bed of corpses. For the lord and lady seemed no greater hall than that to serve purpose. 

Screaming for dear life another echo broke through the pandemonium at hand. The Nosferatu craned his victim's neck at an angle before he sunk his uncanny fangs into the warmth of her neck, draining her like a juice box essentially from her life energy. The freshly turned male's infliction had begun to sew itself anew, reconstructing his molecular structure. His eyes absorbed the darkened room as they sprouted from their lifeless state, his skin despite lack of any light source to witness had suddenly grown flush blue, successful signs of regeneration. To the fledgling perspectively, he'd been in a temporary unconscious state, a slumber, unable to recall the events prior to awakening. By then, Fish stabilized himself between the phases of life and death, seperating from the two to reborn again. All to no longer possess a living soul. Ejecting forcibly from his mouth some of the meaty tatters, Leinhart discarded the nugatory corpse of the ash haired mini-skirted hag from his clench as she was not sired like the man Fish but yet, left by fate to die if she weren't dead by now.

"Scurry as you must, holler as you do! Yet I assure you. Nobody is to come to liberate a haven of junkies from the horror of their deaths. The name of Choisel is the only salvage may remain for you." 

Producing great supernatural physical speed, hasty selfishness persuaded the Krows to ensnare another prey on this game of hunt and run when their hearts thrummed with blood and fear. Nigh invisibility to the that of human eyes who've glanced; the Daywalker whizzed forth pouncing onto a second prey. To no discrimination, anyone whom was close to meet fate against the false god. The satin from his silk lavender button-up glinted with him the bone necklace and cream white skin as he proceeded from one side of the dance floor to the next. He too felt Tatia's absence safe, but with hunger calling to be fulfilled as she did so upon her first slay. Together they'd dine in the name of Choisel. 

@Eternity

Edited by Etched In Stone

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Tatia’s arm moved to brace the back of the woman whose life force was being drained quickly, feeling her body lose its warmth. Feeling the woman’s body fall limb against her arm, she pulled her face from her neck. The ashen color of death painted the woman’s flesh, as Tatia stood balancing her body on her arm with ease. Noticing the red of her hair had seemed to lose its shine, Tatia dropped her body where she stood. The thump of the red head would go unnoticed by those who now took part in the blood shed, all the while she watched Lein dance around the room draining the patrons of their blood. 

Screams echoed from those who fought to get out of the club, each only trying to save themselves. Selfish were the humans who scratched at the locked doors, trying to climb to the windows barred from the outside. Tatia had found herself feeding again and again, leaving each mangled body where she had taken them. The excitement of the killing had her feeling flushed, color had taken to her cheeks allowing her to appear so human to the victims she took before her. 

Blood had painted the walls and floors around her, bodies turned ashen and no one knew what took place inside the club. The fledgling did his work killing, eagerly taking more than his fill of the very life source that sustained them. 

Some time had passed as they commenced their massacre dance, Tatia sat in the biggest booth reserved for the high rollers. Legs crossed over at the knees, her fingers played over the material of her dress. Grinning from the rush she felt from taking so many victims, Tatia watched as those who have remained were finished off one by one. 

@Etched In Stone

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