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"I'm going to have to ask you one more time to go back to the main floors or you're going to have to leave here altogether."
*The guard looked at him with a blank stare.*

Shawn got a drink...drank it down then went out on the dance floor. He moved through like a god...his moves smooth. Shawn always did have a knack for picking up any dance moves of the times....

He worked it as well as any black man in the room and began dancing with a woman. Her hair was a beautiful shade of brown...both auburn and amber mixed in that were natural. As the music moved on he moved in to the beat closer to her. He stared in at her neck as he got close...then swayed back..then in again...his eyes transfixed on the spot.

He bit in after swaying in and out a few times...the pressure of his mental hold on her preventing a scream. The human minds around...he pressed making sure they couldn't see what was going on....
He drained her on the spot...then threw her over his shoulder and walked out one of the back doors...and there in the back alley he threw her in the dumpster.

He climbed the back stairs and on up into the more private section of the club and entered Rogue's chamber room between the private and public part of the club...also where Rogue could look out over the dance floor. It was there that he found her.*

He bowed slightly and had a smirk on his face.
"Yes."

He went to the bar and took the liberty of pouring himself a drink. He offered some to her.
"You look lovely tonight..."

The click of dangerous heels preceded the sucubus, her hips swaying sensually as she entered the bar, her long white limbs smooth and perfect. The demoness walked up to the bar, ordered a strong, drink, and ran slender fingers through her luscious, red curls. Men suddenly could not take her eyes off of her, and women glared at her with jealousy.

Lilith laughed it all off. She was far beyond such petty things.

*Her eyes sparked and glowed the bright green they were accustomed to do as he spoke. She smiled at him. He did know her all too well.

"Any news for tonight?"

"Well..more and more vampires getting knocked off...but I suppose that is not really news.

Do you mind if i sleep here for the day in one of the vacant coffins upstairs?"

Ben looked at the guard, "fine i must leave anyway"

The club was busy and upbeat. Music blared. The walls practically shook from dancing. Laughter and cheers resounded from inside. It was a lively place... lively if one discounted it's patronage.

Across the street, the red cherry of a lit cigarette burned, the embers giving off just enough light to barely make out the face of the smoker. William Jackson, relatively normal human being and more importantly leader of every Hunter in the greater New York City metropolitian area, took a deep drag of his cigarette. Normally, he didn't smoke. Flithy habit it was, and he didn't want to risk becoming totally addictted. But this was one of his rare exceptions. He needed something to steady his nerves. Not every day you went alone and weaponless into enemy territory after all.

With a jerk Will pulled the cig out of his mouth, exhaled a thick plume of smoke, then viciously stubbed the cancer stick out against the side of a dumpster. Bending down, he carefully tucked his revolver and dagger behind the dumpster, making sure they were well hidden. He couldn't take them in with him, even though his safety in there wouldn't be garunteed. He was here peacefully, and weapons weren't helpful to peaceful talks. A reliable source had let him know that supernaturals were going missing, and the Hunters were being blamed. If he didn't set the record straight, his people could be wiped out by scared and angry vampires, lycanthropes, and demons over a bloody misunderstanding. Of course if they didn't believe him, he'd be the first Hunter casualty, and his gutted corpse would be let on the doorstep of Hunter's as a warning of things to come.

Steeling himself, he stepped out of the alley and started across the street. He was only a few feet away when the bouncer finally saw him. The guard, obviously a vamp in the employ of the owner of this club, a vampiric Elder known as Rogue, recognised who he was just a few seconds later. Will paid him no mind, walking past the startled guard into the club and pausing only long enough to mutter a message to the vampire. "Tell Rogue that William Jackson, Hunter leader, is here and seeks audience with her."

Not waiting for any reply, Will Stepped through the doors and into the club, not certain if he'd come back out alive.


((Waiting for your reply, Rogue.))