The Kith male was sitting in front the Suckers' Club, a vampire club, waiting for the two trouble makers he'd kicked out to finish their fight. In all truth, the towering man was feeding from their energy and the taste that it was giving off in their now weakened state was starting to leave a nasty after effect on his tongue. Large Viking walked over to the two of them, pulled them apart finally, and then knocked their heads together. It wasn't enough to knock them out cold, but it would leave a nice bruise on the forehead in the morning.
"Stay away from this club, or I will call the police on you instead of letting you work it out on your own." Words were spoken through gritted teeth as he let one of the men go. Holding the other one back, he turned this one to face him, "I find out you've been touching girls at other clubs, I will find you..." Rangur left his unfinished sentence linger in the stiff evening air for a bit before once and for all letting the second, now terrified man go.
Walking back into the club, finding he had missed nothing of great importance, he went to his post, the far right corner of the club, hidden by the shadow of the balcony where the girls gave lap dances to the club members that paid their monthly dues or the new comers that paid the hourly price. It was boring work for the man, but it was something to do to keep him occupied during the evenings instead of hunting for energy. The Kith got all he needed right here, though he truly preferred the darker energy that he had just feasted on.
"Stay away from this club, or I will call the police on you instead of letting you work it out on your own." Words were spoken through gritted teeth as he let one of the men go. Holding the other one back, he turned this one to face him, "I find out you've been touching girls at other clubs, I will find you..." Rangur left his unfinished sentence linger in the stiff evening air for a bit before once and for all letting the second, now terrified man go.
Walking back into the club, finding he had missed nothing of great importance, he went to his post, the far right corner of the club, hidden by the shadow of the balcony where the girls gave lap dances to the club members that paid their monthly dues or the new comers that paid the hourly price. It was boring work for the man, but it was something to do to keep him occupied during the evenings instead of hunting for energy. The Kith got all he needed right here, though he truly preferred the darker energy that he had just feasted on.
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(Sweet, do you mind if I use Jessebelle's "dark" side?)
(Not at all!)
(Ok, here I go.)
In the middle of the club sat a nice sized dance floor adorned with dancers of all races, including vampires, some werewolves, fae, and even some demons mixed in. The strobe lights illuminated the dancers every couple of seconds, sometimes catching a vampire feeding or a fae teasing some innocent mortal who had wandered into the club. Even the demons were having a great time, feeding off the energy and dancing to their hearts desire.
One girl in particular seemed to be having a great time, clashing with the other dancers on the floor. Whenever she would bump into another dancer they would glare at her in disgust, as if she were something they found on the bottom of their shoes. The girl hardly noticed though, or at least she did until one man confronted her about it.
"Oy, half-breed. You don't belong here." He turned to the girl after she had accidentally stepped on his foot for the second time, a less than friendly glint in his eyes. His posture clearly said he was a vampire, and a proud one at that. One who wouldn't stand to let a "half-breed" breath the same air as him. The man had a hand in his pocket, the bulge indicating he was gripping something that he didn't want to bring out yet.
"Pardon me?" The girl no longer had the carefree smile from dancing, the name "half-breed" having wiped it off her face. Her fist was clenched at her side, a black aura of energy surrounding her thin form. A small knot of gatherers had surrounded them, clearly expecting a fight. Well they wouldn't be disappointed, the girl looked angry enough to kill. "I know you didn't just call me a half-breed, because if you did I might just have to teach you a lesson." She threatened, glaring at the man. Her fist un-clenched, a small knife sitting in the previously clenched, and empty, palm.
In the middle of the club sat a nice sized dance floor adorned with dancers of all races, including vampires, some werewolves, fae, and even some demons mixed in. The strobe lights illuminated the dancers every couple of seconds, sometimes catching a vampire feeding or a fae teasing some innocent mortal who had wandered into the club. Even the demons were having a great time, feeding off the energy and dancing to their hearts desire.
One girl in particular seemed to be having a great time, clashing with the other dancers on the floor. Whenever she would bump into another dancer they would glare at her in disgust, as if she were something they found on the bottom of their shoes. The girl hardly noticed though, or at least she did until one man confronted her about it.
"Oy, half-breed. You don't belong here." He turned to the girl after she had accidentally stepped on his foot for the second time, a less than friendly glint in his eyes. His posture clearly said he was a vampire, and a proud one at that. One who wouldn't stand to let a "half-breed" breath the same air as him. The man had a hand in his pocket, the bulge indicating he was gripping something that he didn't want to bring out yet.
"Pardon me?" The girl no longer had the carefree smile from dancing, the name "half-breed" having wiped it off her face. Her fist was clenched at her side, a black aura of energy surrounding her thin form. A small knot of gatherers had surrounded them, clearly expecting a fight. Well they wouldn't be disappointed, the girl looked angry enough to kill. "I know you didn't just call me a half-breed, because if you did I might just have to teach you a lesson." She threatened, glaring at the man. Her fist un-clenched, a small knife sitting in the previously clenched, and empty, palm.
The Kith male walked back into the club and saw the two people arguing in the middle of the dance floor. He felt the energy coming from them and inhaled deeply, "Vampire... And a... Half-breed?" He questioned himself. As the energy grew stronger between them, the other dancers formed a circle around them, a good two feet of distance was given in case of fight gave out.
Rangur rolled his eyes and walked through the crowd of people. He got the center, and bellowed loudly, "Put the damn phones away!" And with that, all traces of cells were gone. He turned to the man in the pair and glared at him, "You have been here more times then I can count, buddy. You know my rules. Someone you don't like, you move." He then turned to the girl, "I don't know you, but put that knife away or I'll have to ask you to leave." He said pointing to her hand. "Don't question how I know, I just do." The large man stared at her until she did as she was asked to.
"You're just going to let this half-breed stay?!" The man yelled at Rangur.
He just turned around and looked at the man, "Call her that one more time and I beat the hell out of you." Sentence was punctuated with the cracking of knuckles in the man's face.
Rangur rolled his eyes and walked through the crowd of people. He got the center, and bellowed loudly, "Put the damn phones away!" And with that, all traces of cells were gone. He turned to the man in the pair and glared at him, "You have been here more times then I can count, buddy. You know my rules. Someone you don't like, you move." He then turned to the girl, "I don't know you, but put that knife away or I'll have to ask you to leave." He said pointing to her hand. "Don't question how I know, I just do." The large man stared at her until she did as she was asked to.
"You're just going to let this half-breed stay?!" The man yelled at Rangur.
He just turned around and looked at the man, "Call her that one more time and I beat the hell out of you." Sentence was punctuated with the cracking of knuckles in the man's face.
The girl hadn't expected the large man to interrupt, much less know she had a knife. It put a rather large dent in her plants to skin the man alive for calling her a half-breed, which made her just a little bit madder. Shoving the knife angrily into the top of her boot, the girl crossed her arms over her chest and glared daggers at the back of the larger man. Not much use it was though, he was focused on the other guy.
When the larger threatened the vampire the girl smiled a bit, thinking how nice it would be to see him get what was coming to him. Oh, she was going to get him later too, when he least expects it. As for now, she just watched the scene unfold in front of her. A vampire and a... something... looking as if they are about to get in a fist fight.
(sorry it's so short.)
When the larger threatened the vampire the girl smiled a bit, thinking how nice it would be to see him get what was coming to him. Oh, she was going to get him later too, when he least expects it. As for now, she just watched the scene unfold in front of her. A vampire and a... something... looking as if they are about to get in a fist fight.
(sorry it's so short.)
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