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Hoping the woman who had just looked at her would hear before leaving, she speak softly, "I haven't chosen to say if I have no life, or nothing better to do yet. What would you say?" Ciara chuckled softly to herself, her eyes currently on the one named Xandra. This time, she spoke into the woman's mind while flashing a slightly toothy grin, "You take care now."

*Rogue smiled as her sister left and whispered, "I love you, too.."

The night was about to begin and she had much to do. She left the club and went into the city.*

*Rogue stood atop the club as the sun arose over the buildings of the city.

She had just finished off a human she had brought atop the roof...he lay dead beside her. That was a total of 12 during the nighttime hours...and most certainly a few would be had during the day.

She lit a cigarette and looked down upon the city.

((if you're a vampire, its dawn so u could be toast..potentially))

Kashkin entered the bar, so called "Las Noches". In all honesty, he had only been here once before, so he was somewhat familiar of the customs and things that went on in it.

He also was thankful that he had experience in Barfly, or the ability to get into any place, any time. Not to mention his looks helped.

Moving right along, Kashkin was immediately hit with hot air and many different smells. Just like earlier, he knew that there were vampies within it. He didn't, however, make a single move to do a thing about it. Only an gun toting idiot would try and start something in here.

Well, most gun toting idiots, anyway.

He strolled on over to the bar, klepto-ing a flask of red wine, not a soul noticing. If it was one thing he was good at, it was taking things that didn't belong to him. As a kid, he had a different childhood, not good nor bad. He did, however, get into trouble. He was a kid! Who could blame him for causing mischief. Not to mention, he was very, very agile and quick to react, so fast movements were always good.

He glanced back, to see if the girl he had met earlier was following him. Was she? He didn't even know her name yet.... Sheesh.

He strolled on over to a small table in the far corner, looking at the dancefloor. He was opposite the door, and very hard to spot unless someone was looking for him specifically, which in that case, eh would normally put his hood up and blend in. However, he didn't want to be mean to his lady friend, so he simply would be found by her.

He popped open the top, taking a swig of the bottle, lifting it up over his head. He placed it back on the table gently, letting a little wine drip down his lip. He didn't care. He was going to have fun one way or another.

Besides, the wine wasn't all too good anyway.

(((I'll be back on tomorrow)))

Kashkin looked at the girl, smiling. She seemed innocent enough. But past experiences told him to stay ever so wary.

It was a year and a half ago when he went out with a girl named Colette. She was a nice girl, yet she always seemed to be able to hang out during the night. Yes, it was a bit of an odd relationship, but Kashkin was a... well, besides the fact he's out of his mind most of the time, he isn't the ideal choice for most.

However, on their fifth night out, long story short, she turned out to be a vampire. And, well, she nearly killed him in the movie theater. It was such a good movie too! Why, oh why did she have to ruin the ending! This also explained why Kashkin wasn't all that much for dating.

But what the heck, he told himself he would try again now and then.

Back to the scene at hand, however. This was one of those times where he just might have a stroke of good luck. Either that, or he would embaress himself to no end, possibly getting kicked out of the bar for his clumsyness.

"Ah, no. I like this place, and have been here once before, but that was quite a while ago. If memory serves, I was able to dance for quite some time. Not only that, but thanks to this place I nearly lost my favorite sweatshirt..... I found it. Some person stole it and threw it up onto the second floor. He he! I thankfully put it on again and went right back to dancing! Tell me, do you like to dace?" Kashkin paused, looking at the girl who's name was still a mystery to him. Not for long.

After the silence, he desiced that it was about time to get to know a little more about this lady whom had asked to follow a random stranger who killed people for a living. "So tell me about yourself, miss. Hmm.... I think the name 'Miss' doesn't suit someone like you. After all the walking, talking, and cute girlish looks, I still never caught your name."

He laughed a little.

"Cmon, don't be such a stranger. You have my name, and being a gentleman, I must ask yours."

Having seemed to study him for a while with that same soft smile, she listened to his words. She figured that he didn't know how much of himself he had shown not only by his words, but by his eyes. She allowed that to be pushed aside though, her habbit of reading people got in the way to much.

Tempted to answer all his questions, she paused short. Starting with his first, as if showing she had been listening to all his words, she responded."I can dance, yes. As for what kind of dancing, heh, you couldn't show me something I didn't know, and if you did, it wouldn't take long to pick up on." She was giving him off only little bits of information about her at a time. No one, not even her closest friends/family knew everything about her.

Leaning back casually in her chair she watched him for a moment before carrying on. He seemed to be claiming a bit, though he was still to tense to be 'normal', though she knew hardly any hunter was 'normal'.

It has never bothered her to be in the company of a hunter, only in her first few years did it. She was an Elder to her race and could go up to a month without food. Sure, that did hurt her and it did weaken her senses, though she was different. As for sleep, she has a disorder. It allows her to stay awake for days at a time on only 10-18 hours of sleep.

Her comfort with him shown clear, though that was about it. Her body stayed relaxed, unless of course she perposely tenses it, her voice held that cold background to it, it was more natural than anything, and her eyes, well, her eyes never have shown anything, even when she was an infant.

Finally, she let him know her name, offering it to him with a gently laugh.
"Ciara. Though is you wish, you may call me by my former name, Erika. Which ever you prefer." Finishing with a soft smile, she had pronounced her current name 'See-air-a', knowing well that the name Erika was to common for it to be thought of as many know the name as. Her former name was not her though, so she knew it wouldn't matter.