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It was a rainy evening in the city, nobody roamed the streets except for those few brave souls who chanced the downpour. Everyone thought it better to stay inside where it was safe and warm, especially those who became stuck in the local bar.It wasn't your normal bar though, this bar catered to the paranormal. Everything from werewolves to pixies came from around the country to visit the bar, and the best part was that no humans were allowed in. The Bar's name was "Hell on Earth", which was quite ironic considering that the creatures inside were the ones spreading that hell.

Inside the bar creatures of different species mingled regardless of any rivalries, except for the really bad ones. A large dance floor sat in the center of the bar, strobe lights occasionally lighting up the writhing mass of bodies "dancing". The actual bar was on the far side of the building, spread across a full wall and a half. It had a few bartenders, mostly women, but one just bartender in particular was the best of the lot.

"Hey Cub, we need some more vodka over here!" A short blonde chick shouted, flashing her fangs at a man who was trying to climb the bar. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, honey." She chuckled, catching the bottle of vodka that had just been thrown at her. "You can't fool me cub!!!" She laughed, turning back to her work.

The man she had been talking to, Cub she had called him, smiled over his shoulder as he wiped the bar down with his rag. Maybe next time then. He smiled to himself, dodging a shot glass being thrown at his head from a particularly rowdy customer. "Ya, ya, ya. I hear you just fine." He snarled, his golden eyes locking on the man that had thrown the glass. "But if I were you, I would reconsider before throwing another glass in my bar." Cub's eyes grew darker as he stared the man down, only stopping once the other man looked away.

Suddenly a girl walked in and everyone stopped to stared at her. she didn't say anything, everyone and went back to what they were doing. She sat down on the Stoll and she asked the bar tender if they had any bloody Mary's the bar tender said "aren't you a little young to be here"

Kat said no, the bar tender said why don't you go home and have a, juice box instead. Everyone in the bar laughed at that. The bartender slid the drink down to Kat The bar tender cured the glass so it would spill on her Kat was so embarrassed. She ran to the bathroom and tried to wipe it off it wouldn't come off she decided to use soup. Kat went back out to the bar tender and said I hate you, the bar tender said so leave Kat left the bar and went on her way. She climbed a tree and sat there thinking when will the next time she will see her brother Kat shed a tear and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Cub watched the spectacle happen, pouring another shot for the man who threw the first glass. He felt sorry for the girl. Miranda could be a huge pain-in-the-ass to vampires, especially this close to the full moon. Sliding the glass to the man, cub tucked his rag into the waistband of his dark jeans and grabbed a bottle of vodka and a bag of blood. Pushing his way through the busy club, he made it out the door without having anything spilt on him.

Sighing, Cub glanced around before hearing the sounds of light snoring in the air. Following his ears, he found the girl from before sitting in the tree, asleep. Putting the ingredients on the ground a little bit away from the tree, cub smiled to himself and shouted. "THE SUN IS COMING UP!!!" He cupped his hands around his mouth for effect, trying to make it as loud as he could.

Kat quickly woke up but when she tried to sit up she fell out falling 7 feet on to the ground. Kat said ouch why does everything have to hurt she got up and brushed off the dirt and twigs that got stuck to her clothes. Kat saw the vodka and bag of blood Kat asked what's the vodka and blood bag for are you going to do some voodoo stuff with it she smirked.

"Voodoo is only for witch doctors, and I'm not dumb enough to try it." Cub smirked back at her, pouring some of the vodka into a cup before adding the blood. "But if you don't want your Bloody Mary afterall, I can just give it to some other vampire in the bar." He added, turning towards the bar as if he was going back inside.

Kat smiled "hehe well I kind of go my drink on my clothes" she looks at the guy and hands out hand saying "please I kind of got a really mean waiter". Kat smiled and said "so what's your name" and kept trying to stay awake because she was really tired.

Turning back around, Cub handed the drink to her and grabbed the bottle of vodka. "I'm Vincent, but Miranda, the b with an itch that served you inside, likes to call me cub since I'm not as old as the rest of the pack." Vincent took a large swig of the vodka, smacking his lips together in satisfaction.

"What's your name?"

Kat said "i'm kat and your name sounds familiar do i know you from some where" drinks a sip of bloody Mary. "How do you drink the vodka like that whoa i would pass out after 3 drinks like that" Kat said with a smile. Kat said "so why dont i stop asking questions and ask you how did you end up working at the bar".

"Can't say that you do honey." Vincent took another swig of the vodka, smirking a bit at her revelation. "Werewolves have a high metabolism, so it takes allot to get us drunk." He explained, rolling his eyes at her. "So you're going to stop asking questions, and then you ask another one. This one is brilliant." Vincent chuckled, finishing off the bottle of vodka.

Kat said "Hey at least i'm not the one who gets called cub then goes out and talks to an angry vampire. i just have one more question what happen yo your family if you dont mind me asking" kat said with her fangs out. she starts to climb the tree again but falls. She gets back up and try's again and climbs on branch she was on and sits there.

Throwing the bottle at the wall, Vincent glared at Kat with his golden eyes. Snarling, Vincent punched the place where the he threw the bottle. His punch was powerful enough to knock a few bricks loose from the building, creating a small hole. "That's one question you're not allowed to ask, honey." He spat, turning on his heel and stomping back into the bar. Vincent pushed people out of his way to get to the counter, some of them being thrown a few feet and others being thrown across the room.

"What you got stuck in your fur?" Miranda asked, a small smile on her face. Vincent ignored her and pushed his way to the back of the club, reaching the employees only door. He yanked it open, almost tearing it off it's hinges, and stomped up the steps in fury. How dare the little brat...... He seethed to himself, yanking open the door to his apartment.

Kat doesint say anything but sheds a tear because she thinks she will never see her brother again. She finally says "i didint know that would make him mad he just sounds familiar to me". i hope he doesint hate me she goes to sleep and dreams about never finding her brother and giving up.

The door almost came off completely in his hand, the force he had yanked it almost enough to tear a person's arm off. Slamming the door shut, Vincent stomped over to the mini-bar in his apartment and grabbed another bottle of vodka, this one stronger than the one they kept downstairs. It was guaranteed to get a were drunk within a few drinks, and keep them buzzing for a while afterwards.

Taking a long sip, Vincent changed into pajama bottoms and threw his shirt into the trash. He didn't want his regular's to smell vampire on him whenever he wore the shirt. Too bad, it was his favorite too.

The sun started to rise the sun went though the trees like a flashlight.Kat woke up and started to burn she quickly pulled out her bag and got her lock picks climbed down from the tree. She ran to the door to try to lock pick the door when Kat got it she went in. Kat was trying to be dead silent but the floor boards were making that vary hard but she finally got to the bathroom she went in the bathroom and went into the stalls sat down and wait for night to begin.

Vincent was just about to go to take a short nap when the sounds of clicking reached his ears, followed by the telltale creaking of the downstairs floorboards. You couldn't hear the creaking during the night time hours because of the music and people, but when it was night the creaking became obvious.

Placing the, now empty, bottle of vodka on the table, Vincent grabbed his gun and some ammo. He had three types of ammo; UV for vampires, silver for weres, and iron for the fey, all the other creatures could be easily killed with a regular bullet to the head. Putting the ammo into his front pocket, Vincent sniffed the air. It smelled like a vampire, but they were downwind of him as of the moment.

Sneaking silently to the steps, Vincent climbed on the banister to avoid making the steps creak and made his way down to the main floor. When he got there he stepped silently off the banister and sniffed the air again. Definatly a vampire, but it smells familiar..... He mused to himself as he moved silently across the floor. Years of living above the bar taught him how to navigate the floor without making a singe spot creak, that and the fact that he was a were.

He followed the scent to the bathroom, where he eased the door open. It creaked a bit when he pushed it too fast, but he wasn't concerned. The vampire wouldn't be able to get out since he was in the doorway, and by the light streaming through the small window, the vampire wouldn't be able to go outside either. Plus, this vampire was obviously recently turned or new to town, considering they didn't know about the tunnels under the bar made specifically for night walkers.

Holding the gun up towards the stalls, Vincent braced his feet apart as if he was awaiting attack. "I know you're in here, come out with your fangs away and I might let you live." Vincent added a snarl to the end for effect, trying to scare whatever was in here.

Kat was heard the talking and the door she terrified so she flew up to the ceiling and waited for Vincent to leave. While she was up there she notice that there was a lot of gum and if she stepped on them that they would give her position away. so Kat stayed where she was hoping he wouldn't look up. Kat had no idea what to do she didn't know how to get out jeez man just leave so I can leave. Kat tried to look for an exit but it was no use but deep inside she knew she was going to get caught.

"Then I guess we're doing this the hard way." Vincent loaded a UV bullet into his gun and closed the door behind him, flipping the bolt so it would be locked. Stepping quietly, he moved to the first door and kicked it open. He held the gun up and ready, his finger on the trigger. Moving on to the second stall, Vincent kicked that one open too. Nothing.

I guess it's in the last stall.... He quietly moved to the third, and last, stall, standing beside the door so the vamp wouldn't see his feet. "Last chance blood sucker, come out or I'm going to ash you." He snarled, awaiting a response.

Kat is terrified but she comes out with the words of "if I come out don't shoot I just need to find something vary important to me then you can do what ever if we ever crosses paths again just please don't shoot me this I really care about this thing". Kat tries to talk him into putting away the gun and says "as soon as I find it do what ever just going to tell you if you kill me I will have not found my family".

Upon hearing the voice not in the stall but on near the ceiling instead, Vincent whipped the gun upwards instead. Sitting in the corner of the ceiling was the girl vampire, Kat she had said her name was. Keeping the gun trained on her just in case, Vincent took his finger off the trigger. Her words were rushed and strung together, making it hard for him to understand. But he did hear her say something about her family.

"Why should I care if you find your family or not? You're an enemy to my kind." He recited, as if he really didn't believe that she was the enemy. Truth be told, he really didn't care about species rivalries. He just cared if they behaved themselves in his bar or not. "But if you get down from there now, I might be more inclined to let you live." Vincent added, not liking how she had the advantage of higher ground.

Kat flew down to the ground and was standing side ways "so are you going to let me live or shoot me" she replied with an anger look. She didn't like being on the ground so she flew up a bit she flew down on her knees waiting for the bullet to hit her "if you going to shoot me do it just know you have to live on what you did" she replied sitting still on her knees.