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confused Leelan notices the guy walk in and disappear in a somewhat apartment. There was something about him that made her not want to take her eyes away from him. Leelan was looking in awe about him. She could feel her emerald geen eyes starting to turn to a color she never new of before. This made her confussed, but she couldn't tear her eyes of this guy. What was is about him that made her what...attracted to him?....what did that word mean to her. Was she attracted to him? Leelan has never been attracted to anyone. This was deffenitley a new thing to her, something she obviously couldn't hide, as her eyes were turing to a brilliant, beautiful color of purple.

Adrian's eyes burst open, scanning the roof of his room. He had been asleep for several hours, he still hadn't gotten into the swing of sleeping during the day. He wrapped himself up in his trenchcoat, and walked down through the club. He saw several people making fools of themselves in the way only people intoxicated could, dancing badly and drinking low-grade beverages. He sniffed the night air as he got outside the club, and lent against the wall. He waited for several minutes, leaning against the wall until his phone rang. He put his ear to it and said "Hello?" "Caliban, it's the London Branch" The voice said in a monotonous and dullard tone, breathing heavily into the phone. "What do ye claggers want?" He growled, closing his eyes. "We have been monotoring your progress over there, and we haven't seen much advances for us. We are considering sending in Michael" Adrian groaned, and said "Not bloody Michael Caine" He moaned, stomping his foot. "The agent or the actor?" The Voice asked ironically, "You know bloody well which one, what kind of freak is named after an actor anyway?" He asked, his Scottish brogue radiating disdain. "He is the best we have, now try and make some bloody advances" The Voice hung up, leaving Adrian standing their rubbing his eyelids with his fingers. He walked down the steps, and went towards the City.

With Jaden right behind her, Sibyl had almost made her way into Las Noches when she noticed that a smaller girl had bumped into a man that appeared to be Scottish. She didn't believe that she'd seen him before but no one in New York ever knew if they'd seen someone they recognized before or not since the city was just too large to recall all the faces with clarity. However, she could recollect him by scent and since she'd never smelt his scent before, though it smelled heavily of alcohol, she could detect his actual scent underneath his mask of alcohol and she did not recognize the scent. It hadn't been logged into her memory so she did not know this man, nor the girl for that matter.

Her instinct could sense that Adrian was troubled and she decided to inquire why he seemed to be in such a rush. "Why are you," Sibyl asked the vampire with her soft, calm voice, somewhat wary of him though he seemed decent enough minus his smell, "in such a hurry, sir vampire?" Since Sibyl was a new elder word probably hadn't gotten around that she was the new Beta though Alasdair was pretty crafty and seemed to keep updated on them pretty well so Sibyl figured he must have had a lycan willing to spy on their own kind for him for whatever reason. She'd have to look into that but that would be at a later point in time, right now she had to save Raquel and she was wanting to know what this vampire was scheming.

Sibyl then proceeded over to the girl, offered her no warm or fuzzy smile but gently lifted her up and set her back on her feet. She merely walked away, no greeting or anything, just a simple favour to the girl. She didn't have time to make friends with everyone right now, that could wait until Raquel was proven safe. That was when Sibyl turned her attention back over to Adrian, her lavender eyes scanning him non-threateningly though the beast inside her was more than a threat, it was a death wish if he decided to be hostile toward her. Most could sense the beast within her and most were at least intimidated or off-put by it. They always seemed to know she was different somehow, some just couldn't place their finger on why she was so different and it bothered and scared them.

"I don't," Sibyl explained with her soft voice, "wish to fight either, I was merely asking a question since you seemed a to be a slight bit troubled as it were. I suppose it was nice meeting you, Sir Vampire, good luck with your ... mission? I hope Cane doesn't cross any of the lycans or he'll probably be dead meat for everyone that he angers." It wasn't a threat but it certainly was a warning to Mr. Cane, whoever the bloke happened to be, it didn't matter to Sibyl all that much and it probably wouldn't matter until the time actually came when or if she met him.

"I'd like to hear your story but I'm afraid it'll have to wait until later, non-Super-minion of Alasdair's." Sibyl explained in a business-like manner. "Well then, non-Super-minion of Alasdair's, I suppose until he actually orders you to attack me that we're a neutral party. I don't feel like killing another vampire at the moment, especially a newly turned one that's still figuring out the ropes. However, keep out of trouble and by that I mean don't kill any lycans or you'll be seeing me in a different manner." That had been a threat and since it'd been issued, Sibyl would not go back on it so if this vampire happened to hurt a lycan, well, he was screwed.

She didn't particularly care for the fact that he possessed no real loyalty one way or the other except to himself but it wasn't too much of a concern of hers at the moment. If he was a "free agent" of Alasdair's, though, she'd have to watch out for him in the future and she was sure she'd be meeting him again all too soon and likely under different circumstances which would call for her to be much less human-like than she was being now. Alasdair seemed to have a way of causing and creating conflict so she was certain that he'd have no problem sending Adrian in to attempt to maybe give her a small scratch since that's probably about all he'd be able to accomplish.

Sibyl then began making her way past him, looking behind to see if Jaden happened to be following her. "Until we," Sibyl dismissed the Scottish vampire with a smirk that was followed by soft chortling that wasn't obnoxious, merely small amusement, "meet again, another time, non-Super-minion of Alasdair's. Good luck on your mission and have fun getting some sleep. Keep out of lycan affairs or you'll be seeing me again with teeth."

Sam walks in and glances around. "Not much of a crowd tonight." he mumbles to himself. He walks over to the bar and flops down in a stool. "I'll have a whiskey." he says. Whiskey's pretty much the only thing that will make him feel normal again after one of his flash backs and considering that he had just sat in an alley for who knows how long he really needed it.

Leelan brushes herself off. She looked around and saw the guy had dissapeard. Leelan goes back in and sits down sighing, hoping to talk to the interesting guy.

Jaden growled irritably. The thought of not being allowed to defend himself was almost beyond unthinkable and he made a note to himself that if anyone picked a fight with him he'd help save the girl first and then go back and butcher them slowly, splitting them open and ripping their guts to pieces in front of their eyes before shock finally shut them down. His fangs bared just at the though and his hackles bristled. "Fine then. I won't cause any problems... But then I don't see why I'm here at all."

Sibyl was new at the whole elder thing and hadn't actually run into any of them, not to mention that Jaden had failed to mention who any of the vampire or tainted elders were. However, her instinct told her that the vampire before her was one of those elders that she was to keep an eye out for. The power that eminated from her was apparent and the confidence of a leader was within her. This vampire was capable of much more than her lower coven servants and Sibyl smirked slightly when the elder decided to address them both by herself. It was rather bold of her, seeing as though both she and Jaden together were probably one of the most formidable duos she was going to encounter in the whole of New York unless she encountered something or someone stronger.

When the vampire finished speaking, Sibyl strategically placed herself between Rogue and Jaden. That way if Rogue attacked then it would not be Jaden who was harmed since he had only just recovered from his injuries so he'd probably be easier to harm than normal. Her protective instinct kicked in and her eyes shifted from lavender to amber as she placed herself between Jaden and Rogue. Her prominent amber eyes refused to leave Rogue's cold emerald ones in case the vampire decided to pull some sort of trick within her own club. Sibyl was sure that she had extra security at hand and they might have to take out her security to make the point that they weren't leaving without Raquel.

"We're here," Sibyl explained, her voice as soft and collected as ever though it no longer possessed the calming effect it normally had, "on our own terms. One of your vampires, Alasdair, has one of my lycans, Raquel, trapped here and held captive. I'm coming to retrieve her and if we cannot receive her peacefully then we'll use force if necessary. Now seeing as your club is a rather nice place, we don't intend to stay and ruin the atmosphere with our "vile" presences. All we want is Raquel and we're gone. No fuss, no fight, no anything. I think it sounds reasonable enough but how about you, Ms. Elder?" Sibyl didn't know Rogue's name and Rogue probably didn't know hers so there wasn't really anything else for her to address her by other than Ms. Elder unless she wanted to be insulting but Sibyl wasn't really aiming to anger the elder right now. She respected that this was vampire territory and wouldn't start a meaningless fight but if Raquel was not returned to her then she would create an uproar.

Though standing before an elder for the first time since she'd been in New York, Sibyl remained nonchalant and she showed no sign of wavering in confidence or anything else. Sure she was only seventeen but she could handle herself well enough to assure that this elder wouldn't be the one to claim her life. Her amber eyes were burning but they weren't burning in the sense that they were hot but in the sense that they were so cold it they burned. If her eyes could burn a hole through someone they most certainly would have in this moment with the coldness her eyes gave to Rogue's own eyes. When growled at, she growled in return and her growl was much more audible as well as animalistic than Rogue's. There was little fear inside of her and what fear there was wasn't due to Rogue being there in front of her at all.