Aiden ~ William ~ Hollson
The Selfish Demon
Stalking Grounds : The new nightclub
Prey : N/A
Mood : Somewhat resigned
Before he could really process what was going on, Aiden found himself walking through the doors of the new night club. He wasn't really thinking about it. What was there to think about? He had received an odd letter to come to this club that resonated with some part of him he didn't even recognize. Perhaps he would just stay for one drink, relax a little, then bolt as soon as he could. That possibility seemed less and less likely the further into the establishment he walked. As if he knew, deep down, he wanted to stay.
Aiden ordered himself a rum and coke and slouched on the bar, wondering what it was that compelled him to be there. He really didn't understand. His attention was pulled from his glass when the music died down, the DJ introducing a new person. He turned around on the bar stool to get a good look, wondering what a young japanese woman was doing unaccompanied. As she began her speech a sick feeling bubbled up in the pit of his stomach. He put it off as something he must have eaten, maybe even the rum swishing around in his right hand. His face became pensive, but he listened intently. As she explained the purpose of the club and that they were to be assassins Aiden smiled. He thought it was a joke. It wasn't until she mentioned abilities that his eyes got wide.
A sharp pain hit his stomach, like new gears had started turning within him. Aiden could feel his body getting hot, like it was on fire. The girl continued on about being assigned targets or something, he couldn't really bring himself to pay attention anymore. His face scrunched in pain that centered on his forehead. His whole body was hit with a burst of searing pain and his glass fell to the floor, shattering. He grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt and pulled it down, practically ripping off the sweatshirt in the process.
Too hot. Too. . . hot He thought, fumbling off of his seat and heading toward the exits. Two big burly men stopped him where he was. Aiden was too delirious to really understand what they were saying and instead turned around, trying to find some room in the overly crowded place. He finally couldn't take it anymore and fell to the ground, almost crippled in agony. Sweat poured off his body as he clenched his teeth, almost fully aware of what was about to come. His face in his hands, he could feel the skin on his forehead split apart in two places.A chill made its way down his spine as well, ending at his tail bone. From all three spots at the same time he felt something growing. On his forhead sprouted two rough, black horns. They grew to about three inches before ending their slow, painful process. Down on his tail bone he felt something growing, but it was very different. It felt odd, like the longer it got the more control he had over it. It wasn't until it was over that he was able to look at it. A long, scaled tail had grown from the bas of his spine, cutting right through his jeans. It lashed about recklessly, Aiden's own incomprehensible thoughts guiding it.
After a few minutes of laying there on the ground, huddled over, he started to become aware of his surroundings. He looked up, the sunglasses he always wore broken and falling to the ground. His blood red eyes scanned the area, taking in the scene. Around him people were panicking, changing, and altogether making a chaotic mess. He saw some wolves and large felines observing the groups like prey. Others were calm and collected, like they had known this their entire lives. Aiden looked at the ground, coughing. His whole body hurt but somehow, subconsciously, he knew he was stronger. He knew that something within him had clicked. His body was like a heater and touching his own skin felt like a chore. He sighed, finally coming to realize what he was. Why he was so different. He was plagued.
Aiden rose quietly and made his way back to the bar, his steps ragged and his body numb. As he took a seat he looked again at the people behind him. These were to be the assassins. These panicking, cowardly people. There was a part of him that just wanted to kill them all. To bathe the club in their blood. Every other part of him was opposed to the idea, though. And so he resigned himself to drinking. If he was to overcome the nightmare he just stepped into he would need a little more. He grabbed an unattended bottle and poured himself a new glass.
OOC : Okay! Reaction post done.
ILYA NOEL DMITRIEV
Selene listened to him, 
