Where's the party? -Open-

[onyx]

Onyx was ready for the big night out. Sure it wasn't much, but what else could she do? She walked into one of the many vampire clubs she knew and looked around. She could see an old friend in the back with one of her many slaves that the woman had. Onyx and her, Lila, were completing on how many slaves they could get by the end of the year. So far Lila was winning. By Fifty.

Onyx was a poor sport a bit, but it didn't bother her. She had at least 30 back home, but she kept them out of sight and made them work their asses off during the day when she rested in her bed. She was a bit of a slacker at times, but at least some of the vampires stay away from her unless they wanted to mess with her or give her a really good deal for her to accept from them.

Moving away from the door she mingled around people until she got where she wanted to be. In an empty booth to stare at all the people in the club. She looked toward a group of vampires as they messed with a human slave. She could see everything from where she was standing. She nearly laughed when she saw the male human try to kick one of the vamps trying to get free. His life ended short when he had his neck snapped. The bartender came over and cut a hole in the deceased man to get the blood from him to serve at the bar with plenty of the other drinks that was served with the blood.

The night was still young and Onyx wanted some action, but clearly there wasn't anything good here to watch quite yet. She had all night to sit here and wait for that action to come. She could even meet someone new tonight. If she wasn't a total bitch that was.

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[Urjasz Volkova]

Dark approached the club, a murderous grin on his face. The club stank of dead flesh. Vampires, he thought. As he neared the door, one of the doormen told him to leave, for he did not belong. "I'm not alone" he stated, looking into the crowd. Darting towards it, he grabbed a well dressed, yet nervous looking man. Wrapping his arm around the man, he extended his claws into his back and finished with "I'm with Mr Frank here, aren't I Franky boy?" Dark squeezed the man hard, who in turn yelped a little, but nodded and agreed. Being allowed in, the man began begging for his life, realising where he was. Pushing the man over into the crowd, Dark told him to "Fuck off weakling".

He was dressed in his normal clothes, a brown combat coat, with loose clothing underneath. He wouldn't of stuck out more if he'd tried. But so did the vampires. He wouldn't need his sense to spot them, for some of them were openly feeding. How the humans did not notice, he wondered to himself, was a mystery. Fear no doubt. There was humans there, but they were all just toys to these vampires. Slaves even. As he walked, he bumped into a skinny looking vampire, who in turn decided to punch Dark in the face. Taken back by the first blow, Dark watched as a second blow approached. But it never landed, as Dark grabbed his arm, snapping the elbow over his knee, the bone slicing out of the arm. With a quick twist of the arm, Dark stabbed the vampire in the throat with its own bone. As it gurgled, he pushed it away, and turned back into the crowd, hoping to blend in. There wasn't much reaction to the death, and Dark felt he'd done it without being noticed.

[onyx]

Onyx had been watching the door when someone not of vampire scent walked through the door. The man didn't even belong to any of the vampires. He was an enemy to them. A scowl came across her face as she watched disgust as the man killed one of her own kind. Getting up from her booth she walked toward the man.

"Who the fuck do you think you are busting your chops in here? What part of. VAMPIRE CLUB. DON"T YOU GET!?" Onyx's bitchy mood was back and most of the vampires around her moved back. They knew who they were messing with. She wasn't one to mess with. Neither was her alter ego, Amethyst when she was angry or outrage like Onyx was to see one of her own murdered.

She wasn't going to let this Werewolf get away with murder. Especially of her own kind. Sure she could care less about others, but when it was her own kind. She had a problem with it. And with all the vampires here. Sure it was gonna be hell. It would be the lycan verus of the vampires in the club. And she wasn't the only one older than this fucker.

"Now. I would march that ugly fucking ass of yours out of this club before more shit gets you in trouble and before someone gets on your hind quarters for killing a vampire. This is a peaceful place among vampires. There is to be no wars or fights going on against other races. Especially yours. Werewolf. March Your Ass Outside and Leave. NOW!" She pointed the door as she gave the wolf a glare that most of the vampires feared to see. She was not happy.

She took great care in keeping things running smoothly. She wasn't going to let some ass fucker screw up her night tonight. This was so not the action she was looking for. Especially when it involved a werewolf out to kill her kind.

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[Urjasz Volkova]

He watched as the vampire approached him, shouting off the shots at her. She looked familiar, but he was having trouble placing the face. Looking past her at the body on the floor, he stated "I did not come here for a fight, but he certainly did he", pointing to his face, a slight bruise slowly fading away from the punch. Noting how the vampires moved back, he took the hint, raising his hands up mockingly, stepping slowly to the side, turning into a full paced walk. As he neared the door, he stopped completely. This situation was too familiar. He didn't like not knowing, and he paused for the moment thinking about it, ignoring the stares around him.

Turning back around slowly, he began to grin slowly. "I know that face. I know your face. In a park. The other vampires hid in the shadows there too. They watched" he listed, taking a few steps back towards the vampire. "Your face, so familiar, yet, not quite the face I know. Something different." His head twitched slightly, his mind flashing back in time. "Stone. The name was Stone. Something long before, something unique. A new word, one I hadn't heard before" he informed, his eyes changing colour rapidly with each memory. "Amethyst" he spat out, looking back at the vampire. Taking a few more steps towards the vampire, he pointed at her and sniped "You're not her. But you look just like her. They react the same way to you. But will they watch again? Will they watch, as I tear flesh from your body and leave you in a state of self hatred. She fell before my feet, and they.....just watched."

[onyx]

"Hmmmm. The alter ego lives. Does she? I thought she was killed many years ago when we were 21 in the 1700's. They could stand there and watch, but most wouldn't. They aren't cowards when it comes to seeing someone of their kind in dispair. Now. If I were you. I would leave before I turn your heart black with stone." Onyx actually liked that metaphor. It hid her name as if anyone were to guess it.

Her heart of course. Was black over time. She took a liking of the stone, Onyx as her sister took a liking to the stone amethyst. So her twin was still alive after all these years? Why didn't she know that? "She probably wasn't one to give up easily. She was worked hard enough and gave up only after her energy drained her. She's weak after being pity for so long by countless suitors in entire life.

If your not here for a fight. Leave. We don't want your kind here disturbing the peace. None of us want to fight. Go fight somewhere else. Or go fuck a human for all we give a shit for. "Onyx bitched as she glared at the man again. She was really getting tired of his shit that he was playing. JUST LEAVE ALREADY! Those words kept running through her mind as she waited for the man to leave. There was nothing here for him. Nothing. Nothing at all. He needed to leave. Now. Now would be a good time. Before the sun came up and he kept all the vampires in the club til night before they could fed on others besides their slaves.

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[Urjasz Volkova]

"You're kind allowed her to be left in that state in the first place. She put up a good damn fight, that I will admit. She still lives, I wanted her to be a constant reminder of their cowardness" he told her, his eyes gone cold. "And my heart? It is already empty and filled with hate and such evil. Nothing you could do would make it more black. I have seen much in my time, and done so much of it myself." Dark began stepping backwards, keeping eye contact with the vampire. "You should look her up, you two bitches have a lot of catching up it seems" he sniped, turning to face the door. Ignoring whatever may be shouted at her, he shoved his way past the doormen.

The sky around his was still dark, but it was in the early stages of the daytime coming back. It'd still be a few hours till even the first rays of sunlight hit anything. Looking back at the club, he nodded slyly to himself, agreeing with his mind. He'd park his car just around the corner, so he began to head for the car. Reaching the car, he opened the boot and took out his modified sword. It was silver based, with UV tipped edge. He'd used it only once before, and it'd worked wonders. Jumping into his driver's seat, he put the sword on the seat next to him, careful not to knock off the sheath covering it. Driving around the corner, he parked his car up a few hundred meters away from the club. He'd wait for day light, and catch any vampires left. Fuck them, he thought to himself.