Welcome to Caldwell, New York, where there is a war going on between vampires and their evil counterparts, the Lessers. Lessers are a group of soulless humans that are set on killing off all vampires. The Black Dagger Brotherhood is a group of warriors that have been fighting Lessers for hundreds of years. These warriors fight hard, party hard, and love even harder. They have finally found love and seem to be happy. While still fighting the Lessers, a new enemy has appeared, an enemy of their own kind. The Band of Bastards is this enemy. The Band of Bastards has gone so far as to try and kill the King, Wrath. The Band Of Bastards leader Xcor, is set on taking over as King of the Vampire world. A death sentence has been handed down for Xcor, and secrets are about to come to light that are going to change everyones' lives forever. The Scribe Virgin is about to reveal a secret so big that it will not only effect the Black Dagger Brotherhood but the Band Of Bastards as well.
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As Rhaine stepped between the doors, she turned and nodded at the security before stepping down the passageway. She wanted one night, just one night where she wasn't known for her she was. It had been a long few weeks, and finally the emotion she felt for Vishous was gone. But not her desire to be what and who she was inside. Sure, she was the "daughter of the King" and a vampire, but man, she had "little" in her veins. She was so tired of being the strong woman she knew she had to be in the mansion. She wanted to feel strength take over her.
Coming into the main area, her eyes scanned the crowds and she had to hide her chuckles. Horrid thick eye makeup, skin tight leather and shiny plastic skirts. Ugh, and the smell of hormonal teenagers who couldn't keep themselves at home or in school longer than a few hours before running to get drunk and high. At least Rhaine knew she wouldn't find a single Brother in here, or shellan of theirs.
Turning and going to the bar, Rhaine slid onto a bar stool and crossed her legs. She felt her heel scratch at her calf, and she hid the wince she knew her face wanted to reveal. Instead, she reached up and made sure her hair was still perfect. The ringlets in low ponytails, matching pink plaid ties twisting into her red locks. That's what she wanted, she wanted to feel innocent, yet amazingly sexy and even possibly...dirty.
"What'll it be?" Rhaine's eyes lifted and she smiled at the bartender softly. There was a mutual understanding between them and she licked her lips. "Hmm...I'll take a jack and coke, three cherries, shot of grenadine as well." She watched the bartender quickly mix up the beverage, and Rhaine slapped her $100 on the bar as the glass landed in front of her. "Just keep them coming, and I'll keep tipping." She winked, and grinned when the male turned with a bit of bounce in his step.
She turned and took a sip of her drink, watching everyone grind and hearing the music play. Oh, what a night.
Vihktor was new in town, still getting to know the lay of the land. He'd seen Zerosum, and rather enjoyed it there, but there was another bar in town that he'd seen but never went into. When he entered, he began to see why. He felt entirely out of place even in mostly leather, skin tight leather slacks and a crimson red satin shirt making up the bulk of his outfit. It was topped off by a pair of black combat boots that thudded with each step he took deeper into the club. He was surrounded by teens that didn't know who they were or what they wanted, and they seemed to hide behind a layer or 10 of makeup. There was a hint that they were trying to emulate his kind, and that thought just made Vihktor chuckle.
The heat of the club was almost unbearable, the hot and highly hormonal teens only raising the temperature. Vihktor made his way through, mostly ignoring the looks as he eased up to the bar. He scanned the bar and looked over, spotting a cutely dressed young looking thing. The outfit made it quite hard to place how old she was, and Vihktor got the feeling that was part of the point. He licked his lips as he let his gaze linger, enjoying the view as long as he could with her attention elsewhere. When the bartender came over he gave the man a warm smile. "You know, I think I'll have a Jack and Coke, too, and her next one is on me." He nodded towards the girl and smirked at the look the bartender gave him. He was going to enjoy himself tonight, even if that just meant having a few overpriced drinks and listening to some music.
Rhaine's eyes shifted and looked over the gentleman, and immediately her gaze flared Oh he was a hot one, he was quite the comfortable guy. She hadn't seen him around Caldwell though, so either he was passing through or he was making to huge mistake of moving here. Lifting her glass, she nodded in acceptance for her next drink before holding his gaze, and taking a slow sip of her alcohol. Letting the liquid burn down her throat, she licked her lips and lowered her glass back to the bar.
"Care to join a girl?" Uncrossing her legs, Rhaine nudged the stool beside her with her heel, letting the feet of the stool make a scratching sound for a moment. She then re-crossed her legs, not caring that her skirt had ridden up just a bit on her thigh, revealing the garter belt and the butt of the gun she carried for protection. Normally if security here saw it she'd be tossed, but she knew with her "identity" they'd rather her be safe than sorry. Besides, she knew no one was looking at the gun on her thigh right now. Her breasts were about 30 seconds away from busting out the top of her dress at this point.
It wasn't until a tall, clumsy human knocked into her side and making her almost fall off her stool did she realize she truly did not like being in clubs like this. "Watch it will you!?" She grabbed the edge of the bar, and attempted to not look like an idiot as her stool slid out from under her.
Evee came out from behind the bar just in time to see a young human male about push one of her customers off her bar stool as she was about to pass them. Without thinking her hand shot out and grabbed the man's thin arm and pushed him in the opposite direction. "Watch yourself around my bar!"
Evee rolled her eyes and nodded to the young woman and then walked behind the bar, passing Bobby on the way. "Thanks for covering me there. I couldn't hold it any longer. I'll cover the other end of the bar."
She smiled and walked to the other end, not noticing anyone sitting in the seats. She was so used to this Gothic crowed that she knew she wouldn't find anyone here she knew. Evee expected everyone to have stretched holes in their ears, among other places in their face. One of her usual customers had each of his cheeks with a whole in it, held open with a spacer. His tongue was slit like a lizard and he had bars all over his nose and eyebrows. He was disgusting, but he would never know she thought that. She had to make everyone feel like they were overly welcome to the club, no matter how disgusting they looked. Evee got to her side of the bar and look who was waiting for her. That man. "Well you might as well just live here Lhuce."
Lhuce was obviously short for Lhucifer. The name completely fit him. He was beyond a freak. Ehnvee gently tugged down her skin tight leather skirt. She wished she had worn her dress instead of the barely covering top that she had on. Lhuce reached across the bar and gently ran his hand down Evee's cheek and neck. "You still feeding off of faggot Bobby down there? You want a real man to help you out?"
Evee tried her best not to grimace, so instead she put out a smile and backed up a few steps. She watched his hand fall. And how he knew Bobby was gay blew her mind. Bobby was tall, and built like a machine. He had a deep voice and was not on the prissy side. "You know I don't mess around with my customers, Lhuce. Do you want your usual?"
He nodded and she quickly poured him a double whiskey sour. He took the glass, handed her cash and then leaned on the bar. "Are you sure? I can stop coming here, but I think you'd miss me."
Evee grinned through clenched teeth. "Lhuce, I think you've got some girls across the room wanting you."
Lhuce turned around and eyed a few gothic chicks leaning against the wall, looking him up and down. He tapped the bar and then said a quick goodbye and walked away. Evee groaned and looked around. Her side of the bar was pretty empty, which she didn't mind. She knew it wouldn't take long to fill up. Usually her side was full of waitresses anyway, coming back for refills to pass out to the people on the dance floor. Speaking of waitresses, a black haired woman named Dhemi appeared next to her. "Four vodka, straights. Two bloody Mary's. And one apple pucker, double, straight."
Evee laughed and filled her tray up after getting the order. She turned around and started punching the orders into the corresponding cards on tap. This was going to be an easy night, she should trade Bobby spots more often. The waitresses tended to be more polite then the customers.
Despite a few real... odd folks, Vihktor was rather enjoying the view here at Iron Mask. In particular, the cute redhead in the black and pink dress that looked a size or two too small and was barely holding back her large breasts. He ddi love a good pair of breasts, and she had ones worth staring at. Still, better to not get caught...
Shit. She was talking to him. He was as good as caught, but he played it off with a sly grin and eased up off his stool, gathering up his drink and motioning the bartender for a new one. He made his way slowly but surely towards the offered seat, settling in and smirking. "I wasn't sure about this place... but I see I made the right choice, now." He winked at Rhaine, licking his lips as he reached out and offered a hand to her. "Name's Vihktor..." He blinked as she was bumped off her stool by a clumsy asshat, scooping his arm up behind her and catching her as the stool fell away. The new bartender was taking care of the human, so Vihktor focused his attention on the cute redhead now caught in his arms. He chuckled softly, guiding her to sit in his lap as he reached down and tugged her stool upright again. "Looks like everything's just falling into my lap today." He chuckled at his own joke, not quite letting go of the redhead yet, even though he didn't hold her tight.
Heh...Rhaine had to give him credit where credit was due. At least he didn't use the usual "You must be an angel who fell from heaven.." pick-up line. Shifting herself until her heels found traction on the floor, Rhaine stood upright and let her hands slide from Vihktor's shoulders, down his forearms then to his hands. "Thank you for catching me. Would've been a painful landing." That and it would've looked down right humiliating to find herself ass planted in this place. Scribe Virgin knows that the walls here have ears and eyes, and somehow she knows it'd get back home and be the joke of the month. "I haven't seen you around here before, are you new to Caldwell?"
Grasping at her stool, Rhaine turned and bent over to get the metal seat but grinned when she paused. Taking a bit more time than usual to allow her backside to stay bent over, a hint of her pale pink lace panties revealing themselves in just the perfect direction...Vihktor's eye sight. Slowly, she stood back up and turned, settling her stool beside him, closer than they would have been before. She slid her body back onto the cushion and crossed her legs, her eyes catching the male's gaze as she settled herself comfortably once more, and winking.
"We wouldn't want that..." Vihktor winked and licked his lips, his eyes scanning the beauty before him. Where her fingers touched him he felt a shiver followed by heat along his flesh, even underneath his clothing. Vihktor watched as Rhaine turned and presented her ass, catching just a hint of pale pink lace covering the fine rear that was pointed in his direction. He found himself reaching out just a little, unable to fully stop himself as he reached for that round, firm flesh. By the time she turned around, he realized she had spoken to him again and he cleared his throat. He watched her cross her legs, eyes scanning over the soft, supple flesh that led promisingly between those crossed legs.
"Hmm? Oh.. um... I'm pretty new. Just finalized the paperwork to move into my apartment a couple of weeks ago. I, ah, I've been too busy really to get out much since." He licked suddenly parched lips, feeling the bulge of his arousal filling a line along his thigh, luckily not tenting straight out. He toyed with the top buttoned button on his crimson red shirt, his eyes locking to Rhaine's. He didn't speak at first, but did find his balance enough to stand, reaching a hand out to her.
"Care to dance?" The presentation was far too formal for the setting, the music certainly more of the 'bump and grind' variety. Still, Vihktor wanted to be closer to this woman, and a little bumping and grinding sounded like the perfect thing.
After filling what felt like a million drink orders without much personal contact Evee wished she had taken her place back that Bobby was at. The customers had much better conversations then the waitresses at this place. She made her way over to her side of the bar and begged Bobby. "Please trade me spots. The waitresses are boring me!"
Bobby laughed and shook his head. "You get way better tips down here chick."
Ehnvee nodded and looked at the customers. Suddenly a couple caught her eye, they didn't look like they belonged here. The one was in a frilly looking outfit, black and pink, and the other... well they both didn't have a thousand piercings or tattoos taking over their face. They were new faces, she hoped they didn't get sucked into this place. She turned her head back to Bobby. "Oh come on, we can feed after work, in the back?"
Bobby grinned and nodded. "I'm starving. I wish I could get the fulfillment from Jhakson like I do from you."
Evee shrugged. "Scribes a b sometimes. But that's what friends are for. Now back to your side! You're just lucky I'm a reject!"
Bobby laughed and threw his towel wrapped around his waist at her before walking over and talking to the waitresses, filling their orders again. Ehnvee looked around at her customers and smirked. She started at the end of the bar, catching up with Thomas. "Hey Thom, another scotch on the rocks?"
After watching him nod and start on a conversation Evee pulled out a fresh glass and poured the top of the line scotch over ice. As she did this she let her eyes roam, landing on the female and male that were seating not too far away from her at the bar. He was asking her to dance. Ehnvee wished a gorgeous male like that would ask her to dance. She looked at the red headed young female. She hoped she would tell him yes. Judging by the arousal coming off the male, it would be a very erotic dance to watch, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to take her eyes off them.
Ehnvee got lost in the drink orders from the incoming traffic of customers. The dance floor was packed and she knew Bobby would be really busy too. Just as she thought this Trez appeared behind the bar, picking up some of the empty bottles that were starting to fill up the trash. "I like seeing this."
Evee turned and rolled her eyes. "What happened to that third bartender you were looking to hire?"
Trez smirked and held onto five different sized bottles in his hands as he started heading towards the back to dump them. "That's why I'm working you so much sweetheart. Saves me some money!"
Ehnvee laughed and rolled her eyes. That's pretty much the truth. She was working over time and it didn't really bother her. She didn't have much going on outside of work and Reia. Evee put out the last few drink orders that she had before stepping back and looking across at the dance floor. Where did that couple go that she spotted earlier? The male was built to the nines, his broad shoulders and thick thighs demanded power. Her body quivered just thinking about it. Wouldn't that be a fun night being tossed around in the sheets with the likes of him. Maybe this cute red head will be able to experience that. Evee could only imagine as she scanned the dance floor for them. Unfortunately she couldn't find them so she resumed herself to wiping up the bar as people came and went.
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