Leiko stood silently infront of the pounding club. Rain splattered on the black and red striped canvas, the albino had a vacent expression plastered on her pale twenty-five year old face. Her gaunt hand dissappered into a deep leather pocket, only to return a moment later, with a small, white, all-to-familar stick incased in her hand. Shoving the smoke into her delicate lips quickly she snached a pure sliver lighter from the depths of her coat. The lighter was artistic in form, small black twists and swirls glinted across the outer caseing, but when opened the light was pure black with silver swirls, kind of a vise-versa appel. The small flame illuniated her face, extremely female and pale. Like one who has lived through death. Gray bored eyes, sickly powerful face and the lightest of lips. She was a marvle to the eyes oh yes, but shewas a killer. Puffing twice from her smoke Leiko gazed non-chlantly about, humans tittered around, dashing to their respective homes and drug-dealers. Flexing her pale semi-transparent wings under her coat, Leiko stomped out the cig and shoved open the club door.