Bar Stools

[Amath Mortum]

"So you do have the ability to copy yourself?" Amath asked lazily, standing up with his glass, and sitting back down at a table, propping his feet upon it as he leaned back in his chair. Taking a sip, he closed his eyes, the constant stream of red gas from his eyes discontinuing.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Her eyes began to glaze as she reached her destination, a small remote town outside of the glow of the city lights she called home. Silently she landed cloaked by the shadows and began to stalk her prey, a young gentle man with long deeply colored hair working late in the fields. She pursed her lips as she read his mind, trying to get his name. That was all she needed to lure her choice, "Alexander".

Staying in her shadowy hiding place she began calling him with an alluring siren call of her voice, leaving him helpless to avoid her voice. "Alexander, come to me.". His head turned in her direction and with the grace of a swan he moved to her dumbfounded by the charm she had over him. Come here sweet Alexander." she said as she wrapped her chilling arms around him in the cloak of night. Once he was in her grip and silent under her spell she took of her fill of him before sensing her master's shade approaching.

"I wasn't going to kill him," she said as she sealed the wounds on his neck and let him to the ground as not to leave any marks and make it look as if he passed out from the late night in the fields. After she placed him, she turned to face her master of sorts and followed him back to her safe-house to find Amath still at the bar. With a nod she acknowledged his presence but little more, she wasn't sure she could trust him let alone like his being in her sanctuary.  

[Amath Mortum]

Opening his eyes once more, the air above his head was once more filled with the red gases that quickly evaporated into the air. Acknowledging the girl, he turned his attention once more to Wolfe, casually raising an eyebrow.  

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

"It is but one of many abilities, young one." He stated calmly, shaking his head as he walked away from the scene at hand. He had no time for people who thought they were beings of legend, nor did he really want to be awake at the time regardless, he'd rather have been warmed and bedded by a certain female.  

[Amath Mortum]

Scoffing, Amath shook his head and turned his attention to his blood filled cup, occasionally taking a gulp.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

The fresh blood in her system came to pool in her cheeks as she turned to face her master knowing all to well his pheromones and their scents and found herself less than ready to combat them. She knew it was futile to avoid what he wanted when he decided he wanted it but in one movement she fled the bar and landed in the infirmary room with all of the outsider's blood. She hopped the potency of it would spare her for a time. This was not what she wanted of her master after his return from his latest 5 year vacation from her. After a time she felt her master take to his rest, and felt it safe to leave the smelly room. When she returned to the bar she found the stranger still seated at the stools. "My name is fayth, I presume you know what I am by my smell?" she asked trying to figure out the strange man.  

[Amath Mortum]

"Indeed I do," Amath said as if he weren't too entirely interested in the conversation. "Nosferatu, correct?"  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"Like you there's more to me than meets the eye." she said thinking that the scent of her wolf would have given it away. Not wanting to startle or infureriate the other she would only allow her eyes and aura to show what she was. She bowed her head and when she lifted it and opened her eyes once more the were not the vampiric chrimson but a soft amber glowing ever so slightly, and her aura pulsed and throbbed in the way only a were-wolf's could produce, yet her's was different, she was a half-breed.  

[Aizens-hypnosis]

A thick fog rolled into the area, The wind became calm and the air humid. The nob of the door turned before it opened. A blonde man walked into the bar, his black boots with a metal heel clicked on the floor as he walked to a stool and sat. His arms covered in a tight black cloth came to rest on the bar as he pulled a ash tray closer to him. His light blue eyes raised to a bar tender.
 

[Glacirus]

Distracted in the kitchen, Seto paid little attention to the voices and noises that Fayth, Wolfe, and the newcomer were making, focusing instead on cleaning and putting away anything he was finished using. As he felt another presence enter he sighed and put the pot he was carrying down in the sink before walking into plain sight of the bar, waving a hand to blow the fog back a little as it came in through the open door, looking at the others that had gathered back at the bar now, he smiled slightly, turning back to finish cleaning the pot, figuring things had started to calm down now and he didn't need to worry about taking care of everything again. Nodding and putting the pot away, he leaned against a counter and smiled more.  

[Amath Mortum]

As she revealed her other side, Amath's face became on of slight disgust. Half-breed. Disgusting creatures that had the misfortune of carrying both strains. "Okay then," Amath stated, turning his attention once more to his cup of blood, which had remained full despite his constant drinking of it.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"Heh heh, human," she said sniffing the air as she turned her head to the scornful look of Amath, "I wasn't born this way for your information. For my 'condition' is to be blamed on Wolfe. I was born a Beta wolf, he turned me. If it offends you you can just take your happy a** out of my establishment directly." she said as she noted Seto's momentary appearance.  

[Amath Mortum]

"Under what pretenses?" Amath asked, glaring at her intently with a raised eyebrow. "I've neither feuded with you nor discriminated against you and your type. I merely have a different preference, so please inform me of what grounds you have."  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"Trespassing" she said simply as she reverted back to her human looking form and shrugged at Amath.  

[Amath Mortum]

"Ah yes," Amath stated before taking another gulp from his blood filled cup. "Is this not a free clinic as well as an open bar though?" he asked after a moment of silence.