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Quietly strolling into the club, David gave a small nod to the bouncers at the door as he passed by inside.
As the doors opened, the sound poured out in heavy beats and trance like melodies. David was never much for this kind of music they have going on in these recent years, but then again, he had not the time to pay attention to trends in music and fashion these days. The thundering bass was a deafness that was an amazing feat not to be heard outside.

David's eyes glanced about here and there, gazing upon the flickering, flashing and strobing lights that danced around the club, hovering over the tightly knit group of dancers on the floor. He was not particularly fond of this place. Too many vampires. Too many for his own likings.
Even through the generations he has walked the earth, a majority of his kind have always enjoyed togetherness with their kindred. David never had.

He slowly slipped between the crowds, heading towards one of the private booths he had set up for him and a "guest" earlier.
As he approached the booth, he saw the "guest".
A man no older than 30 or so. Balding, thick glasses, white shirt, tie and dress pants, hunched over the glass of alcohol on the table.
David slid down into the booth, sitting opposite of the man.

Mathias looked up slowly, feeling extremely uneasy in such an environment. He saw David sitting across from him, wearing his usual white outfit. Made him even more nervous.
"You know I don't like it here..."
He spoke, trying not to get any unwanted attention.

"Well aware of that Mathias. Cut to the chase. How far have you and your crew gotten into that forsaken pit, and how long can I expect to wait for you and your team to get the....sample ready?" David replied, leaning his arms on the table.

"We're still blowing aware at the seals that were put there to protect the damned thing in the first place." Mathias sniped back, feeling extremely uneasy in the club. He never liked Vampires, and it was an amazing thing that he was actually working with one.
He knew that this thing he was doing was not natural. It did not obey anything he learned in his schoolings. This was beyond him and science now.

"MATHIAS!" David snapped sharply, slamming his fist against the table, and then quickly calming down, as not to catch any attention.
"Mathias, you must know the amount of risk I am putting myself into with this. I know you also have sacrificed much for this project, but we MUST get it done! Now! Tell me how long you will need to get the ingredients together and mix me that damned phial. If you need more money, that is not an issue, if you need more men, that is not an issue. If you need more time....THAT is an issue that you surely cannot succeed at achieving."
David's eyes grew serious and his face, cold and bitter as he spoke across the table.
He grew frustrated with the man as he spoke, but still trying to keep his calm.

Mathias flinched at his spitting words, so full of aggression. Typical of a man in his position.
"I...I...I'll need a few thousand dollars, to cover the costs of some newer equipment. Maybe a...a...a...helping h-hand or two. A-as for the time, we-we'll have it ready within 4 weeks. As soon as th-the men you hired finish opening tho-those seals." Mathias stuttered, attempting to gain control over his nervousness.

A light sigh emanated from his mouth as he closed his eyes and sat back in the booth. David certainly needed this. At what cost? [Oh, only a few thousand lives!] he thought sarcastically.
A slight chuckle and he leaned forward again, this time, his right hand burrowed deep into his jacket.
An even more nervous look from Mathias begged him to actually grab the gun instead of the card.
A quick movement, and a flinch from Mathias later, David pulled a small white card out of his jacket and set in front of Mathias.

"This is a number for a bank account with a large sum of money in it. Do NOT lose it Mathias. Now go on, and get back to work. A bouncer will escort you out, I made sure of it." David said, closing his eyes again, leaning back in the booth seat, pulling his head back, and covering his face with his left hand.
Mathis left quickly, taking the card with him. Leaving the club, even jitterier than when he came.

David let his arm slide down to his side, and slowly opened his eyes. The music was making him feel even more frustrated.

Some nights he just hated. This night almost made it on the list.

The lights pulsed. The music bumped. The whole floor seemed alive with people moving to the same rhythm, synchronized through to the pulse. She hated it. Instead, she sat on the sidelines, perched upon a barstool, watching the herd with her eerie blue eyes. Colors, green, red, blue, white, shifted over her skin, dying her appearance and making her look more reptilian than human. Sighing, she absentmindedly swung the stool back and forth, waiting for something, anything, interesting to occur.

Someone spoke behind her, raising the hairs on her neck, for she had not heard anyone approach, which, considering she could barely hear her own thoughts, that wasn’t very surprising. Using a booted heel, she swiftly swung herself around towards the speaker, and tightly grabbed a hold of the smooth polished counter to avoid swinging back. Raising an eyebrow at this new arrival she, in all of her knowledge of smooth speaking, questioned, “Who the hell are you?”

"The end of your thread," Ian teased, raising his pinky as if there were a small string attatched to it. He winked and took up a seat next to her. "Ian," He stated as he extended his thin hand.

“Uh huh,” she replied, unsure how to respond to this ‘Ian,’ as he called himself. Resting her cheek upon her fist, she eyed him up for a moment before finally deciding some company, no matter how bad, could be better than just sitting and watching the masses. Extending a gloved hand to except his own, she offered up a simple, “Shae,” and prayed his hands weren’t sweaty.

"Lovely, marvelous. Such a fantastic name," Ian thrilled, musing himself as he took hold of the girl's hand, shaking it briskly. Although gloved, the woman's fingers were oddly cold. "Boy, you're a real Ice Queen" He humored, a silly grin spread across his lips. Ian followed Shae's movement. He slumped slightly in his seat and rested his chin inside his hand, fingers bent slightly. Ian was surely enjoying himself now that he'd found a playful adversary.

Thank god his hand wasn’t sweaty. It wasn’t even particularly warm, though not nearly as chilled as her own. She had gotten used to the constant sense of numbing that emerged from her thin fingers, and it was only when she came in contact with something warm that it occurred to her how far they had strayed from life. “Ice Queen?” she replied with skepticism, laughing a bit now, for the strange man was beginning to amuse her, “Am I right in guessing that was to be followed up with something about you ‘warming me up,’ O Lord of the Flame?” An orange flicker of light emerged from the scene around her, standing out amidst the constant man made hues, catching the corner of her eye. Frowning, she opened her mouth to comment on it, before realizing she had no idea of his race. Not wanting to make unnecessary commotion, she closed it again, pretending the motion to be only a simple yawn.

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