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(((It's fine, Ciara. ^_^ you just got into the post is all. It's a good post, too! Besides, off topic in a virtaully demon infested world would be talking about ferrets with swords in giant robots. THAT'S off topic =P )))

Kashkin kept dancing, however his pace slowed. The wound on his chest and left arm were beginning to bother him. It showed in his face that something painful was hurting him. He did his first natural and habitual reaction, hiding his eyes with his hair. Sweat had covered his body, and he needed a breather soon.

Upon hearing a familiar voice, he turned around to see Simon standing rather close to him. He smiled weakly, nodding.

"Nothin' much. Care for a spot of tea, pip pip?" He motioned in the direction of a table in the back, out of the dancefloor. Kashkin needed to sit.

Without looking to see if anyone was watching, he quickly and silently made his way out of the crowd of people, assuming Simon was following. He made it back to where his original table was and picked up the wine, taking a sip to keep his mouth from drying out. It was good to see a familiar face in the joint. Kashkin wouldn't have anyone else watch his back. Simon was most likely one of the only people he could trust just about anything with. Truth be told, Kashkin felt a LOT safer now that he was here.

He was breathing a bit hard, but he knew it would calm down momentarily. After all, everyone was on the dance floor or watching people dance. No one would notice him, or the fact that blood dripped onto his pants a bit....

(((Oooohhh.... Vampires have fun with this if you want. There's blood in the air once again! And Simon's here now! HAAZAAHH!! Kashkin just might live through this )))

((So am I, still waiting, for this world to stop hating.))

Simon frowned in Kaskin's direction. Blood. That was no good, especially in a vampire owned dance club. He walked backwards in the direction that Kaskin was moving, in short he was following him, and just when the song he thought they wouldn't ever play. It was a good song, the stuff that influenced him as a kid before discovering NOFX, Social Distortion, and Anti-Flag. The Postal Service too. No matter, he'd catch their next show, if they plan on it.

Upon arriving to the table; Simon parted his lips to speak, "You're bleeding." His hands entered his pocket for one of his tiger claws. "We need to get the hell outta here," The vampire would stalk them tonight. Once again, no matter, just the bait Simon needed to let him release some of the free-floating anger the shrink was always telling him about.

As the song ended, Jack smelled something. He smelled blood... and it was inside the building. A minor desire for blood grew inside him, but he kept it under control. He looked over at Takiko. He could tell she felt the change. He moved his mouth away from the mic.

"Takiko... control yourself. Remember, I might be a damphir, but I'm a hunter too. I'll have to at least subdue you if you try anything."

When he said subdue, he knew Takiko knew he meant that he would have to simply keep her from trying anything. He wouldn't harm her. He had no intention of doing so. Being a guardian, he was in charge of the law. What had to be done would be considered fair jurisdiction. Others knew he was soft, and because he loved Takiko, he would do nothing to hurt her. He groaned quietly.

"Please... keep calm for me..."

Kashkin nodded, gritting his teeth together as he pressed a hand against his chest wound. He didn't want to be impolite, so he quick wrote a note on the napkin with a pen he took out of his pocket. He couldn't help but get a single drop of blood on the corner of it.

Oh well, Ciara would think it's wine, right?.....

"Damn.... I didn't realize I took such a hit from those two...."

He gave Simon a look that said he would explain later. He did need to get out of the club and re-bandage his wounds.

-------------- The note read --------------

Ciara,

Sorry I had to cut our date short. I'll be sure to come back here sometime or see you on the streets. If you wanna chat again, I'm usually in the park every Tuesday. I'll see you around!

-Kyle

(((Hey, and just for kicks, I made you a sig, Segara.


http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/5804/simondm8.gif
I gotta go for now. Be on tomorrow, all!)))

Jack smiled and nodded. He mouthed "Thank you" to her as he moved back to the mic.

"Alright, we're nearing a close. I'm hoping you'll enjoy our last couple songs."

Jack hit the guitar, but softly. The tune was soft and melodic at first, but the hardness could be heard underneath the melody. As he played it though, Jack began to think back to previous memories... back to Astarte and Morbidea. He remembered the pain that he felt because of those relationships... the pain that he caused. It hurt him badly... it hurt others as well. This song was more or less dedicated to it, to relieve his pain through expressing it. So was the song Blurry.

Jack could feel his eyes becoming moist. He was reliving memories that were best forgotten. This next song was not going to help. He shook his head as he seemed to hold the guitar with hesitation. He took in several deep breaths and commenced into playing. He played this song with Takiko before... a softer version. This time, he was going all out with it. He hit the first few notes, which seemed to echo. Then, the bass joined in. He was playing a song called The Diary of Jane.

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Jack shook his head. These thoughts wouldn't be leaving soon. He looked over at Takiko. He could see that she was crying. He knew she didn't even play. He sighed quietly. He looked over at a piano that was in the corner of the room. He frowned as he stared at it. This would be his last song for the night and probably the most painful one to play. He spoke into the microphone in a quiet, depressed voice.

"This final song... its more or less a reflection of what many of us are going through today. We look for the good, but instead we find insanity. Some of us feel alone, while others feel pain... misery... suffering. I hope you'll enjoy this song. After that, I say goodnight."

He walked over to the piano and placed his fingers on it. As he though about the memories this song reminded him of the pain. He struck the first chords on the piano. It was sad and disheartening. He could feel himself crying now. It was painful, but he wanted to sing the song... the reflections of society in which it was named could be seen in the title Mad World