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[Mikomi Tougyo]

Mikomi~

The nights chilly wind bounced off Mikomi's skin like nothing. Her boy temperature already lower then the average human. She hair danced in the moon lit sky, as she walked the old warn path walked by so many others. Her red orb took in the area around her, always on alert for anything unwanted. You never know what to expect these days. There in the distance lay a tavern of sorts, a night club. She just wanted some drinks. It had been a while sense she had been able to relax. It was a pleasant thought. And she continued her way to the large building. She opened the doors, her lone silhouette glowing in the knight, skin emitting an almost angelic glow. She was nothing close to angelic. Her ears rang with the noises that bounced around the room, left and right. She snickered entering. Her back dress hugged her like a second skin, showing off the wonderful curves she possessed. It was nothing special, as it was simply black. The dress was a halter, that swayed down to give a nice view of her porcelain back. It ended a good distance above her knee with a little frill. Her small black heels clicked on the furnished floor.

She rolled her eyes, eyes adjusting to the dim setting, and heavy smoke as it free floated about the air. She watched disgusted at the ghouls and other 'things' walk about the room serving people more then just drinks. She simply chose to ignore it and placed herself in an empty seat at the bar. This place sure was popular for God knows what. She placed her drinks, but not before hissing at the bartender who looked like she wanted to start something. To be a vampire was to be beautiful. Mikomi was known for exotic beauty, she herself didn't care. As far as she knew she was the second female vampire here. There weren't many to begin with. There numbers had grown small in the past years. Were they not once the dominate race? Well there was probably one person to blame for the matter. Maverick Luther. Sure, she had never met the man in anyway, but word travels fast. He was gay. She didn't care much about people in the sense of what they do. Though if he were straight, he would have more children then just one. Pity, the poor girl wasn't even a full vampire.

Mikomi took a swig of the glass which had been handed to her rather rudely. She'd brush that one off. Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump. Hearts raced about the room from excitement and pleasure. Mikomi groaned, her throat itching. "Tomato Juice. Now!" She hissed. The women gave her a strange look but scurried off to get some when Mikomi bared her fangs. With a think it was set on the table, and she let out a sigh of relief. She quickly gulped down the crimson like liquid. Though it wouldn't last too long, the blood replacer would help. She tenderly licked her lips, staring strait ahead and the bar. Her lovely legs were cross, the back of one knee resting about the other. She shewed many men away, and they dripped with the smell of alcohol. Was it really a good idea to get a drink? She ordered glass after glass till she could feel the poke of drunk. Damn the vampire's fast metabolism.

[Maverick Luther]

A fag, Hmm, well word does get around now does it? In a world of night and many people out to give you living hell, yes, word does get around. His long hair moved behind him tyed back in a tight ponytail. His long black bangs feathered down in to his face as he came down the stairs from his loft above the club. Yes, he didn't stay at the Estate very offen. Dealing with Azula, His kid sister, and Demmy, his daughter was not what he would call Enjoyabling. Both where athe age of a human teenager, and both where at eachothers throuts at all times. His eyes wondered the club that was bouncing with humans and a few Bloodline members. People from Crystal City never stepped food in to this club. Boodline vampires would not hesatite to kill vampire from Crystal city because of the wars. So a new face didn't go unmissed.

One of his ghoul boys, boytoys, in other words, ran quickly towards him to tell him there waas someone new here, but Maverick would only smirk, "Not new... old... I know who it is.." He muttered and ran his fingers through the boys hair. He stepped down on the lower level of the club and would more towards the bar. He merely studied the vampire that was a hunderd or so years older then himself. A sly smirk marked his lips listening to her order her drink of choise, "Temper...Temper... No need in killing my bar tenders because your in a horrible.... Bitchy Mood." He stated walking around the bar and coming around and getting the drink she wished for.

Maverick was very slender and head strong and a bit...arragent at times. He didn't know her, like some one he grew up with, he just new everyone that held hte blood of the Bloodline. Some of the other vampirse and ghouls worried about this in the club. She didn't stay with the clan. She woundered out side of the wall of Limbo, the city that Bloodline owned as there own. He merely stood there studying her. He had a feeling she knew who he was. The bastard vampire of Alexander J Luther, leader of Bloodline. The Fag, the nasty but pirate. Oh, the names went on and on. Many he had learned from the werewolves of Craven Silverhearts pack that layed out side Limbos gates.

"Maverick Luther, you are?" His hand came, no where near femine. Well, he wasn't that femine. He did move beautifully and everyone knew he was gay. He had one daughter from a human, because he wanted to shut up his horrid father. Even if he did hate his father, he did hold pride in his Bloodline. "I know you belong here... but... Excuse me... I have forgetten your name."

[Mikomi Tougyo]

Mikomi~

The club's ruckus was only heard in a jumble of noises toned down with selective hearing. She felt around aura's, bored at the times. She felt one whiz past her, and she only looked up to see a ghoul running and then up some stairs. She shook it off, didn't have anything to do with her. She stared at the wooden bar, tracing designs lightly over it, making care not to splinter the wood with any unnecessary strength. She was suddenly aware of an aura moving toward it. She felt about it. It was strong. Bloodline. Yup, the clan's aura's were simple to pick out. It was stronger then most in the club. She kept her orbs closed awaiting for figure to move upon her. Was this a greeting for her? She hadn't met some Bloodlines in a long time. It's been several hundred years since she's been hear. She only spent 18 years of life here before going away. What had made her to come here? Maybe she decided she needed to face her past, and maybe finds some clues. Clues that would never be found. Ah, only a few more feet before the footsteps would be Right by her.

"Temper...Temper... No need in killing my bar tenders because your in a horrible.... Bitchy Mood."

Well, that was a welcoming. Her eyes slid open to see a young man. His hair was tied in a ponytail, tinted a light blue. Violet eyes. This person whoever grabbed her drink, in which she was waiting for, and handed it to her. As for bitchy, she wasn't really. She needed to go hunting, but nothing had caught her eye just yet. She needed the whole package. Good blood and bedding skills. It had been some times. Had the world's expectations gone down? She took a deep breath, the smell of sweet blood filled her nose. She couldn't pin point it due to the smells all around. It was smelt delicious. She'd have to find this person, they were close, so she'd simply look around. She plunged a straw, though strange, into the glass and slowly sucked the sweet liquid out. After satisfied with her sip, she folded her hands under chin, so her elbows could rest upon the table , as she leaned on them.

"Maverick Luther, you are?... I know you belong here... but... Excuse me... I have forgotten your name."

So this was the Maverick Luther. What a shame he was gay. She'd take a piece of that. This would mean this was his place. Well, that would mean his child bearer was here too. A ghoul was it? It stumped her why a human? She would expect him to chose something that wasn't considered food by their kind. "Aw, if it isn't the young master," She spoke velvety at him, taking him in again from a different view. Leaning in she picked up the scent she had smelled earlier. She almost wanted to growl. The smell was his. Well, wasn't that a bummer. "Mikomi Tougyo. It's been a while since I've been in the city." Well, 332 years to be more exact, she thought

[Danse Macabre]

"Tomato Juice. Now!"

Those violet orbs came to fall upon the woman before him. This would be further proof that all was not as it seemed in this place... because Danse was hardly a woman behind the bar. But that didn't change the fact that most people didn't know that. This even his attire consisted of a long dress, layers of lace in the skirt gave a rustle as he `scampered` off to get the drink. No... one couldn't really call it scampering, more like... moving away before her tore the cunt's throat out. His top wore a tight corset, one that made his already feminine figure look even more so. His long white hair was tied in `pigtails` each curled, with a black strip in each. Beautiful violet eyes lined in black lips tinted red and black. A vision really, for those that appreciated such things. He returned time and time again to refill that glass, of course, if she had been less of a bitch he might have given her his special menu that was made to get vampire's drunk, but taking into account her charming demeanor, he thought better of it.

"Temper...Temper... No need in killing my bar tenders because your in a horrible.... Bitchy Mood."

It was indeed a good thing for this woman that Maverick had a good idea when Danse was about to snap, he wasn't known for his sanity after all... and the abuse from this douce back was quickly getting on his nerves... he better get tipped well for this or she was going to end up in a glass for Xavier next time he came in. Normally he would have given some bitch fit about how he could handle himself, and he didn't need Maverick's chivallry, but right now... he wasn't in such a mood as too do so. He just flashed an ever unsettling fanged smile at Maverick.

``Why thank you.`` He purred softly. It would do well to note that he did not bother to feminize his voice, which would of course make it clear to the woman he had been serving, most likely for the first time, that he was not female. ``I was certainly debating removing her heart through her nose.`` A pout was given, almost as if the idea that this was not going to happen now... did not appeal to him... however, knowing that he wouldn't be allowed to keep his job... meant that him not doing it would be a good thin... oh such a toil.

He said nothing further as the two conversed other then. ``What can I get you Maverick?``

[Maverick Luther]

"That has been a while..." he cooed softly his eyes turning towards Dance when he was debating on killing or ignoring. Most of the time, the killing part came before the ignoring so a grin passed on to his pale lips. "Most bloodline are on edge.... Ms. Tougyo. Out siders are not welcome freely... You should be carefully... Even an oldl member that left, that is just returning can find themselves thrown in to the slums and pits." He warned as he pushed a few bangs from his pale face.

Awe, like hell she woul get a piece of him. The man had no use for woman, they where annoying to him. The only reason Demmy was alive, was to get his father off his ass! He hardly touched the woman. He used a male ghoul just to get hard and get off. Sad huh? Anyhow, back to what was going on now. His eyes turned towards dance ad a grin came across his pale lips. "I'm sorry I interupted your fun... but you can make me something crimson and sweet if you don't mind, Beautiful Death Doll." He grinned. He ran his own Tongue along his fang line. He couldn't help but enjoy that insane smile that Dance flashed him.

Beautiful Death Doll was the nickname he had given Dance. It was a long nickname, but it was well fitting to the cross dressing vampire. "Anyhow..." his eyes turned back to the woman in question. "Welcome back to Limbo... and please, do not call me the young master.... It is starting to get on my nerves.... Just Maverick if you will please.." He stated playing with his black locks. His eyes watching dance closely, some times even Maverick worried about become the newist hot drink. He leaned back against the back counter and crossed one leg over the other before his arms crossed over his chest.

"Just be careful... you might be older then some.... but the ones you are younger then might wrip out your throught. These are Tease times.... Yeah?" He stated with a smirk. "It is a pleasure to meet you by the way... where have you been? If you don't mind me asking?"

While he listened to the woman he wouldl mind link to Dance. 'Dance, love. some how... make me a bit tipy... maybe drunk. I feel like being numb... hm, beautiful Death Doll? between my father and the lycan's. I'm not sure who i want to kill, and who I just want to allow to kill me. They both seem to be out for me... Awe, If Only I like the skirts Hm? I wonder if you count as a skirt, Doll?' he cooed in Dances head with almost a tired chuckle.. Awe, he did enjoy the evil doll like vampire. He did enjoy the screams that came from Dances...'office'.

[Mikomi Tougyo]

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The murderous intent of the bartender did not go unnoticed. Every so often Mikomi would flicker her eyes back and forth, to the said person. Had she really been that rude? Perhaps it was the burning in her throat earlier that had caused her problems. With it down to a dull ache she had mellowed out. Maybe next time she wouldn't wait so long to feed. If she couldn't settle for the best, second would have to do. She gave a slight nod of thanks for earlier. But still there was no shift. This person wanted her dead? Such a nice group of people here. Times had changed much since her time here. She rigid posture annoyed facade had settled to relaxed. Her senses weren't filled with the constant need for blood like before. She continued to watch them. Something was off, she could just feel it. She bit her lower lip softly, in question. This person turned, voice raising her eyes rows slightly.

"Why thank you... I was certainly debating removing her heart through her nose."

Well, wasn't that just pleasant. He seemed let down about the fact that he wouldn't be doing so. And that thing that felt off was his gender. She was slightly surprised how nice he actually looked as a female. Not many could pull it off, and if it made him happy then so be it. As the part for removing her heart through her nose was all too gruesome. Since when had people thought of that as an answer? Had she really been that rude? Was it not this person's job to give her a drink? She shook her head. Fighting would accomplish nothing. It never did, and a fool for whoever said it did. Times had changed indeed. Violence wasn't the only answer. What could would killing her do? Nothing. The only person who would be satisfied would be him. But wasn't that killing even more of their own, already dwindling kind? At this rate they would be wiped off the face of the planet in no time what so ever.

"That has been a while.... Most bloodline are on edge.... Ms. Tougyo. Out siders are not welcome freely... You should be carefully... Even an oldly member that left, that is just returning can find themselves thrown in to the slums and pits."

The bonds these days were defined with threads. So small and easy to brake. If this how there kind would go? "I'll take your warning, and please call me Mikomi. It makes me feel old," She joked lightly, still taking heed of what he had said. So was it only a matter of times before she would have her bags packed and gone once again? She didn’t know if she wanted to live in a place where there was fear around every corner. Though had to believe this place was once peaceful. From what she could remember people weren’t always at each other’s throats. She let out an airy sigh. Only time would tell.

"Anyhow… Welcome back to Limbo... and please, do not call me the young master.... It is starting to get on my nerves.... Just Maverick if you will please.."

Do me back in Limbo. Well, it had been a while. Nothing seems the same ever. Changing times calls for everything to change. They however defied time. They stood still, never aging. Their own knowledge could only grow. They could die, but never age. She had always wondered what it would be like to age like a human. To grow old. To never been excited at the smell of blood. Would it be strange? Most likely yes. “Maverick it is then,” She answered. She had called him that only once and yet he seemed annoyed. Doing something as simple as calling him by his name was easy. It wouldn’t be hard.

"Just be careful... you might be older then some.... but the ones you are younger then might rip out your throught. These are Tease times.... Yeah… It is a pleasure to meet you by the way... where have you been? If you don't mind me asking?"

Was it because they were young that they had yet to learn? Had yet to learn how to control, what they are, who they are? They couldn't learn because they had yet to learn who there were, no longer being able to control what they are. “It’s an honor to meet you Maverick,” She said, regarding is earlier request. Where had she been? So many placed to think. “All around the world. Too many to tell without losing your interest. The places have knowledge far too vast for me to even begin to tap. I couldn’t tell you with simple words. It’s something you’d have to live to understand, if you follow.” She doubted she had any of his interest. He was far too busy reading minds and fantasizing bout the bartender. The aura shift to lust was a big enough clue for her, all by itself [/ul][/color]

[Danse Macabre]

Dance the Danse M a c a b r e

Sweet Dreams a r e - M a d e of These
W h o am I to d i s a g r e e

"Most bloodline are on edge.... Ms. Tougyo. Out siders are not welcome freely... You should be carefully... Even an oldl member that left, that is just returning can find themselves thrown in to the slums and pits."

Those pretty violet eyes slipped over to look at the man that spoke. A smile tugging at his lips. Danse was hardly what one might call a member of the clan. But he was a regular here, and defended them... albeit most of the time they didn't know that he had until long after it happened if someone was bold enough to talk about it. But he was right about one thing, the air here was definitely on edge, and the lose truce with the werewolves hadn't helped that any at all.

"I'll take your warning, and please call me Mikomi. It makes me feel old,"

Indeed it seemed it might be wise for the other to take his warning, though people seemed to think little about Maverick, Danse had learned one thing for certain... He knew what was going on around here, and it was always better to keep a close ear to what he had to say.

"I'm sorry I interupted your fun... but you can make me something crimson and sweet if you don't mind, Beautiful Death Doll."

The nickname was cute, but cute was not something Danse particularly liked. Though he did look like a little lolita doll much of the time. His eyes narrowed in a mock glare at Maverick before he swept into motion. The rest of their conversation was ignored, unless of course he was directly spoken to, so when Maverick asked that his sweet drink be laced with booze the vampire smiled at him and continued his work. He would take several bottles, all of them containing red liquid and marked with symbols instead of words. Symbols only he really understood. He would then mix them and place them into a chalice type glass before placing it on the bar in front of Maverick.

His eyes then turned to the woman drinking the `tomato juice` by now she would have noticed that in this bar, `tomato juice` was a term used for animal blood. Blood done vegan style... no humans were hurt in the making of this drink. And since likely, it tasted like shit to her, he would walk over and lean on the bar, those beautiful purple eyes holding her own.

``Would you like a real drink now darling?`` Danse purred almost seductively in her direction. He would bring his hand over, one of those fingers, tipped in a long black nail dragged easily over the rim of the glass she had been drinking out of. ``Maybe something with just a tad less..... fur... a strong man, or maybe a beautiful woman... I even have children... and virgins if you can afford it.``

Travel the world a n d the seven seas
Every body i s - l o o k i n g for something

[Maverick Luther]

Maverick grinned as he watched dance work. The girl was watched closely before leaning back against the stool back there. His long legs crossed over one another. he merely watched the woman as she spoke about the world, and how she had forgotten the truses and wars. He knew they where not the only clan at war, he knew there where many more of them out in this horride world, and many more at war with the horrid lycan raise. Then again, he did find interest in the Alpha of Lunar. He wanted to... how do we say this...get in to his tight pants, yes? He Merely sat there watching everything around him.

His eyes shifted from the girl to danses Mock glare and he just stuck out his long forcked tongue, before running over his pale lips. He purred listening to him making a drink for him before taking the glass in to his slender fingers. "You aree wise to be warry of the world around you, Mikomi.." He cooed out her name before purring to Danse, "Thank you beautiful." He cooed not puttng Death Dolll on to it. he knew it annoyed him, but it was fun to get that glare. Awe, to lay with another vampire? IT would be nice, but to catch one with his interest with out having to saduce one of the fleglings? It would be nice, he wouldl even settle for a woman? Maybe... Demmy was a halfling... His father was brothering him for a full blooded grandchild... yes?

His eyes slipped towards the woman and he merely stared for a long moment before a sinister smirk marked his lips. He sat his drink down against his knee as his legs crossed over one another.

"Danse is far older then myself, and i have great respeact for him... I might be the prince of bloodline... but I hardly act it... look at my club.." He raised his hand out to the dance floor where vampires where feeding off the energies and blood of the humans that dared walk through the doors. Sex was going on in the back and in the shadows slowly Humans where being drained of thehre lifeforce just to have there bodies thrown to the pits to feed the fighters.

oh yes, this made Maverick's mind slip to cravens pack. "Danse.. do you know of any vampire that has been dumping bodies on the Lunar Pack's lands?" He asked curiously. "You hear more bar talk then myself... you know more of what goes on behind the clans back.." He cooed to the beautiful vampire he had befriended. He was not part of the clan, but Maverick trusted him more hten anyone that shared his blood. He didn't even trust Demmy as much as he trusted this vampire.

His eyes moved to the woman. "Where are you staying?" He asked curiously. His hand came forward and uptook the woman's hand. His lips grazed the top of it. Awe, he had planes for this one...

[Mikomi Tougyo]

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"Would you like a real drink now darling?... Maybe something with just a tad less..... fur... a strong man, or maybe a beautiful woman... I even have children... and virgins if you can afford it."

She watched has he drew a black nail across her glasses rim, if she was a man she may have been drooling. If she was a man. She had noticed her 'tomato juice' was not the veggie liquid she had wanted, but it helped the burn. The change of heart was welcoming. The killer intent lifted, for now. She pondered for a second, biting her lower lip softly. "Give me... a man," She purred out like liquid. A small pink tongue darted out to lick her lips in anticipation. She could already picture the delightful taste running down her throat. This animal blood wasn't as appealing to her as it had when she was a child. Now it was bitter to the palate.

"You are wise to be wary of the world around you, Mikomi.."

She wasn't oblivious to the world around her completely. She took note of everything around her, when never said a word. Wherever she went there was one side or another, causing problems. Very little places she went had truces. And if they did, they didn't last long. She couldn't tell how long the own Bloodlines would last. No side was ever satisfied. There's always someone who's not happy with what they have so far. Were they not all selfish creatures, denying they were. Mikomi's eyes flickered to the side, catching Maverick in the corner. Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly, at the smirk placed on his lips. her gaze came to rest back on the glass, in which would soon be replaced. She didn't question what she saw. He was probably thinking of fucking some member of the other side. What was the man's named called. She couldn't recall.

"Danse is far older then myself, and i have great respect for him... I might be the prince of bloodline... but I hardly act it... look at my club.." Indeed, the club was not your ideal place owned by the heir to the clan. The heavy smell of sex and blood lingered here and there. Human's were food, end of story. The music blasted in the background as well. What didn't you expect. It's a night club for crying out loud. Nothing was unusual about it. "Danse.. do you know of any vampire that has been dumping bodies on the Lunar Pack's lands?...You hear more bar talk then myself... you know more of what goes on behind the clans back.." She listened in, not saying anything. She had heard about these. Stray talk, always coming to an end. Was someone trying to upset the truce. Most likely yes, a set up maybe. "Morpheus DeLuna. He's got a thing for causing trouble," she suggested. He had formed a back just to cause problems. Her pursed her lips together. Again causing problems. Couldn't people be satisfied? Danse. That was the beautiful man serving Maverick and herself drinks.

"Where are you staying?"

The voice was directed to her and she shifted in her seat to face him and speak. She stopped though when her hand was picked up and she felt supple lips slide over the top of it. She raised a slander brow, but said nothing. What was he planning? She was curious. She didn't pull her hand back, besides he was gay. Danse, to Maverick, probably had more sex appeal then herself. "You know, here and there," she spoke. True, where ever she could find a place. It was usually a man's place. She would seduce her way into a home for shelter. It was perfectly handy. She had only been in the city for a few days now, so finding a home was in her best interest.

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[Danse Macabre]

Sweet Dreams a r e - M a d e of These
W h o am I to d i s a g r e e

Danse would grin when she placed a real order, that deviant smile inching over his lips as those nails stopped dragging over the rim and gripped it. The glass was taken and rather unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder. ``To tell you the truth, I never did much understand why someone would want to exist off of animal blood... but it has been all the craze since Interview with the Vampire came out... then died out... but now that this new Twilight series had re-romanticized the vampire... it seems rats are in again...`` A roll of beautiful violet eyes were given before he pulled another bottle down, taking down a large glass and filling it, the scent of testosterone and iron filled the air as the strong man's blood filled the glass.

"Danse.. do you know of any vampire that has been dumping bodies on the Lunar Pack's lands?"

Danse poured himself a drink, a sweet smelling one that would make mouths water with ease. A soft sip taken off of it as he seemed to be thinking about the question he had been asked. Slender fingers toying with the pin curls that were in one of his two pigtails.

"Morpheus DeLuna. He's got a thing for causing trouble,"

``Mmm that idea has merit...`` Danse purred seductively. Those beautiful eyes falling first to the woman and then to Maverick. ``More then just merit... actually... it is highly likely... see... I have heard nothing about vampires dumping bodies out there, the first I heard about it was yesterday when Craven accused you... and if I haven't heard about it.... we can assume it isn't happening...``

Travel the world a n d the seven seas
Every body i s - l o o k i n g for something

[Maverick Luther]

A unsettling smirk smarked the young princes lips. Awe, this was sooo amusing! His eyes cut to Dance with a grin that would make his mother turn in her grave. Maverick was not as idoitic as his father played him out to be. He was very cunning at times. "That wouldn't surprize me in the lease. Moon Dreamer pack dummping bodies off in Lunar Pack. Just to start up trouble between Bloodline and Lunar. Make Since the idoitic pup, Craven, would strike out towards at Vampire more then a lycan... He is going to loose the pack of his... i'm going to laugh." He grinned before looking back at the girl.

His head can;ted to the side before sipping his drink Dance made for him. A soft purr came from his lips. "Mockier Dance... Animal blood only stops the craves for a flegaling.. Then that stops working. It is almost like a drug... you keep doing it the effect ware off... That is what that other idiot of Lunar pack is doing. The Hybrid one... He might as well give in to the cravings... hm?" He spoke to dance, who already knows more about drinks then maverick would. He just enjoyed talking about drinks and stupidity of humans and flegalings. He soon turned towards the girl. "How about Joining me tonight? Otheer then dance here I see no other male to fill your tests.." Did dance count as a male? Hmm, he had more balls then Maverick does!

He moved up to the woman and leaned up over the counter. His fingers came along her curve of heer neck and slowly moved his fingers along it gentlly almost to tickle her. "The rummors about me might be lies.. you never know.." he whispered softly in such a soft sly tongue. His purrs vibrated the girls neck before backing back on to his feet, and taking another sip of his drink.

[Mikomi Tougyo]

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"To tell you the truth, I never did much understand why someone would want to exist off of animal blood... but it has been all the craze since Interview with the Vampire came out... then died out... but now that this new Twilight series had re-romanticized the vampire... it seems rats are in again..."

The glass was set in front of her with a click. Her eyes focused on the glass, almost darkening with anticipation. With liquid movements the glass was soon in her hand. The crimson liquid slowly slid down her throat, till it fill her stomach home. She almost let out a throaty moan of satisfaction. Did she love the blood of a human. She wouldn't get the bed, but the blood would do. She herself had red the series. It made her want to laugh. Was it a human way of comfort. Make every teenage girl think they'd be saved if they fell in love with a vampire? How silly. And for them to sparkle like diamonds in the sun light? Preposterous. The imagination was such a strange thing for humans.

"Mockier Dance... Animal blood only stops the craves for a flegaling.. Then that stops working. It is almost like a drug... you keep doing it the effect ware off... That is what that other idiot of Lunar pack is doing. The Hybrid one... He might as well give in to the cravings... hm?"."

A human blood and animal blood. Human blood, it is a biological need, not a psychological one. In a normal human stomach, blood cannot be digested and broken down into proteins and other nourishment's. That is what separates vampires from humans. As for animal blood it is different. Vampires, upon drinking it, the body recognizes it as a foreign substance. The body will brake down the proteins it needs for food. If animal is used to much, the body will get used to it, making it immune to it's effects. If used once in a while, the body can't process it like normal human food. It will recognize it a energy, thus converting it into such. If this hybrid, already hard to control, is living off of animal blood, it wouldn't surprise her if soon he looses it. If not soon, then already.
"Mmm that idea has merit... More then just merit... actually... it is highly likely... see... I have heard nothing about vampires dumping bodies out there, the first I heard about it was yesterday when Craven accused you... and if I haven't heard about it.... we can assume it isn't happening..."

" That wouldn't surprise me in the lease. Moon Dreamer pack dumping bodies off in Lunar Pack. Just to start up trouble between Bloodline and Lunar. Make Since the idiotic pup, Craven, would strike out towards at Vampire more then a lycan... He is going to loose the pack of his... I'm going to laugh."

DeLuna was only about one hundred years older then herself. When the war first broke out she was two. But she had heard stories, and lived long enough to know a little about the guy. He was there supporting the rebellion against the vampires. He hated their guts. A simple thing as breaking a truce between them, is simple in mind. If he felt that werewolves should not be involved with vampires then he might try. Having more conflict between the two, would make it even better for himself. And werewolves trust their kind more then anything. It's harder for them to point the finger on their own kind, then at a vampire.

"How about Joining me tonight? Other then dance here I see no other male to fill your tests.."

She was snapped out of her thoughts to the voice beside her. She raised a slender brow at his question. What tests was he talking about? Her pleasure fulfillment in bed? In this case, he seemed to be referring to sex. Her crimson eyes quickly scanned the room. She snickered in disgust at some vampires, not everyone was blessed with beauty. It was probably that same reason that they were in a place like this. Once seeing his point her eyes came to rest on his. "Are you trying to bed me, Maverick," She purred softly. She was curious. The gay vampire, or so she thought, was asking for sex? It seemed strange. She'd push it. Hell, if he was good in bed, by decline his offer? As he moved closer, she didn't move a hair. The touch from his fingers didn't go unnoticed, as it slowly tickled light across her flesh. The soft vibrations of his voice could be felt.

"The rumors about me might be lies.. you never know.."

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[Danse Macabre]

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W h o am I to d i s a g r e e

"Are you trying to bed me, Maverick,"

It was a good thing that he wasn't drinking anything or he might have snarfed his blood when she came out with that. He did have to admit, that if he had not know prior that Maverick was gayer then a three dollar bill, he might have thought him to be hitting on her. In fact, in light of that, he would glance around to see if maybe Xavier hadn't snuck in and that was why he was playing straight. ``Now now, I knew you liked skirts... but when did you start becoming attracted to tits?`` Danse purred boldly, knowing no other twit here would have the gall to say any such thing to the vampire prince.

Travel the world a n d the seven seas
Every body i s - l o o k i n g for something

[Maverick Luther]

Maverick just grined at what Dance spot of. 'I new you liked skirts, but when did you become attracted to tits too?' Maverick couldn't help but laugh. He did enjoy pllaying around with everyone. He would coo softly before looking a Dance with a smirk. his mind would slowly link with the older dragqueen vampire. 'I can play with both now can't I? Times, It will make my father happy if i take a mistress... not that I have a lover anyhow.' he cooed. 'And no one will replace your skirt Dance, i promice.'
He never turned his eyes from the female tha was in his site. "Mmm," He purred. "The tits only get in the way.." he muttered as he backed away from the female a little and smirked. "Maybe I just want the company tonight? Someone to talk too that isn't a ghoul and annoying as usual. Maybe the sex would just be a pulse.. maybe you can turn me?" He smirked evilly. No, he liked penis way to much to let a girl change him in to liking girls. Through, it would be funny that is.

His eyes turned to Dance for a moment. "I only like your skirt... it is pretty lifted up or let down." He grinned playfully.

[Mikomi Tougyo]

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"Now now, I knew you liked skirts... but when did you start becoming attracted to tits?"

Her crimson orbs flashed to the cross-dressing vampire. The corners of her mouth twitched, a smirk forming. It seems her hunch was correct. It was obvious Danse knew Maverick was gay, as did she. She could see the slight disgust at her statement from Danse. She merely said it, hoping for reaction like he gave her. Establishing that maverick was gay was confirmed. Now, to know what he was planning. The vampiress's gaze switched to the prince. The laughter was to Danse's statement before. She could clearly see his own smirk on his lips. Though his never turned from her, she could tell his mind w elsewhere. The aura shifting was enough to make her pay attention. He was linking; the connection though small was there. Just what was he feeding Danse through his mind connection?

"Mmm… The tits only get in the way.."

That wasn’t the best statement to say, if you’re looking to bed a female. Not to mention a female with breasts. It also confirmed to her, that he didn’t have a liking for females. Her suspicion deepened. And how they got in the way, was beyond her. She herself didn’t have an issue with them, so she didn’t care. She wouldn’t take offense either. You can’t get offensive with a gay vampire. If you do, well, your just sad. He shifted away from her, but she didn’t blink. That smirk still on his face.

"Maybe I just want the company tonight? Someone to talk too that isn't a ghoul and annoying as usual. Maybe the sex would just be a pulse.. maybe you can turn me?"

So he was admitting to the sex part. No beating around the bush now, eh? What would he gain? What would she gain? Exactly why did he want her, and not some ghoul? Danse seemed to be close to Maverick, I’m sure Maverick wouldn’t have an issue fucking him. “If talking and company is all you want, then I can do that,” She stated ,” But if you want to make Daddy happy by having a ‘real’ women in your bed; you might want to try a little harder,” A smirk danced upon her rosy lips. She knew the Alexander didn’t care for his son being Gay. He had pushed for a child before, pushing for another one wouldn’t surprise her. Besides, the chances of her even having a child were slim. It wasn't like he could force her by tyring her to his bed. As for a ‘real’ women went she was referring to a full blooded vampire; not some ghoul.




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[Danse Macabre]

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[Maverick Luther]

"Yes, I wouldd like your company.... A bit longer with all you have are Ghouls... and Dance here is to busy to come up and see me. Can't I ask a lovely woman up to my room for something more then sex? " He grinned. Long black hair fall around his pale features and down around his face. His dark navy violet in color eyes watched the woman for al ong moment before sipping his lovely drink that dance made him. "A talk with some one that knew the coven before My excities... so.. would you join me tonight when you finish your drink?" He asked curiously.

He listened to everyone around him. He knew there was talk, but this would get his father off his ass for a long time now. He knew his father had spys in his club, and he didn't give a shit. This woman was beautiful, he knew who his father was before he had him. He wanted to know about her travals and why in hell did she come back to Limob when she was free from his clan?

He finished off his drink and turned his darkened eyes towards Dance. "Lovely... can I please have another... your drinks are soo wonderful.."

[Mikomi Tougyo]

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"Yes, I would like your company.... A bit longer with all you have are Ghouls... and Dance here is to busy to come up and see me. Can't I ask a lovely woman up to my room for something more then sex? "

If she were any other young female vampire, she'd be in his bed in a heartbeat. So to speak. It was a good thing she wasn't young. He had charm, she'd give him that. It was true. If he wished to talk to someone, a mere ghoul wouldn't cut it. Quickly scanning the club, it was a buzz. Fairly busy, and it seemed like more and more people kept entering. If Danse wasn't talking to them, he was serving someone else. Pulling him out of work seemed suicidal. But then again, maybe not. She gave a soft chuckle under her breath. Now he was calling her lovely? How funny.

"A talk with some one that knew the coven before My excities... so.. would you join me tonight when you finish your drink?"

Her crimson orbs flickered down to the glass with only a sip or two left. She couldn't say she knew much, but she knew it before everything changed. True, she was older then most, though she didn't look it. She could of sworn he, however was older then herself. She herself thought he was about fifty years older. She'd have to ask. Maybe she had got that part wrong. She swore he was four-hundred years old. She was only three-hundred and fifty. Grasping the glass she slowly drank the last of her contents. "I suppose I can share my company with you," She told him, setting the glass down with a soft click. She'd wait for him to finish what-ever he had to do. She was rich with patience. Talking was an easy task.






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