Loud music and laughter filtered through the darkened city streets as clusters of people moved from one building to another, getting merrier and merrier as the night progressed. Gone were the times of quiet content, evenings no longer brought fear and emptyness, but heralded the best part of the day for many people.

By around eight O'clock the roads were heavy with taxis, the sidewalks teeming with people making their way through life. Short skirts, tight tops and a smile seemed to be the dress code of the night as people poured into clubs and pubs, hoping to have a good time, never realising how fragile the balence between life and death really was. Afterall...things always happen to other people. Never them.

People these days felt invicible, and none more so than Charlie Wilson.

Dressed in a mini tartan skirt and clinging black v-neckd pullover, coupled with knee length black boots the twenty something year old certainly seemed at home amongst the crowds of clubbers, and why wouldn't she? She came out nearly every night and nothing bad had happened to her yet.

Charlie was easily identifiable by her long, white-blonde ringlets, streaked both with baby pink and black, not to mention her attitude. She bypassed the line outside the club known as "Hells Bells" and passed straight by the bouncer, who only nodded a greeting and let her inside. Several new faces muttered disaproval, but were ignored as another regular, big spender arrived and was let through without waiting in the line.

Inside, the club was hot and sweaty and loud. Scantily clad bodies movd to the heavy beat of music, bumping up against each other as vast quantities of alcohol was consumed. Brushing a stray curl from her ice blue eyes Charlie headed to the bar, moving her body in time to the music as she walked.

A hidden presence was lurking in the shadows of the club, but Noire Rose was not someone you would like to hang around with. She was a vampire. Not any vampire thugh, her blood was of a ancient family, that could almost be considered royalty. There were hardly any vampire left to be her subjects anyway, in this modern time, it was best to stay hidden. She watched warily as peope entered the club.
"Look at them," she muttered "it's like they WANT to be bitten."
She felt a thirst to drink, but she ignored it. She was a mere 120 years old, a fresh vampire, and had some trouble controlling her thirst.
"Why the hell did we choose to be unatural, and not drink blood?"
She glanced again at the pub, a young-ish girl, who looked a few years older than her ((looks-wise not actually xD)) had stopped by the pub.
"Hmm...one little snack shouldnt hurt..."
she thought to herself.
But it was too dangerous, the bright lights made it hard for her to conceal herself. She glided by the pub quickly, perhaps another time.

Leaning over the bar top Charlie signalled one of the bartenders over. "Hey Suzie. I'll have the usual." She shouted over the music. The girl behind the bar nodded and poured several liquids into a glass, handing it over with a smile.

Turning her back on the bar, Charlie raised the glass to her lips, taking a sip as her icey eyes roved over the mass of dancers. She didn't pay for the drink and had no intention of doing so either. Charlie carried only enough money for her taxis and something to eat. Her drinks were placed on a tab and she paid for them on a Sunday night. Carrying enough money for all her drinks was just too much hassle. After a while she was deemed a regular face and a tab was opened. Charlie spent much more every night after that.

A familier face appeared at the other side of the room and Charlie pushed her slender figure off of the bar and made her way across the dance floor. Half dancing, half walking herself. Sipping the rich, golden brown liquid in her glass and somehow avoiding having her drink, or anyone elses knocked all over her.

Noire was alarmed.
Why was the girl coming towards her, her father never told her what to do in a situation like this.
"Drastic times take drastic measures..."
she muttered.
She quickly turned around and let her dark brown hair cover her face.
"Please go away" she pleaded silently.
Someone laughed drunkenly, and splashed thier drink over Noire,
"Dammit, watch where your going!" She snarled at them.
She looked up into the face of a very handsome, familiar face.
"Oh not you again.." She growled.

Charlie shook her head as Noire found herself wearing someones drink. People really needed to stop bringing drinks onto the dancefloor if they couldn't keep a hold of them. Poor girl though. She had better get water on the drink before it stained. And she was just about to voice this when a hand weighed her shoulder down and a drunken slur asked her to dance.

With a sigh, Charlie turned to face the man and shook her head. He had to be drunk to think that was going to work and she voiced this opinion in a very non gracious way.

The drunk looked taken aback for all of a second, before turning to the next, nearest girl and repeating his request all over again. Charlie shook her head in disgust. The people the boucers would let in? Really, was there no standards?

"Why? My dear Rose, you seem actually surprised to see me."
"Get wasted, Carlise." said Noire coldly,
"I won`t let you take any victims...It`s inhumane, you make me sick just seeing you."
She glanced away, and skimmed the room.
The girl from earlier was staring at her, Noire looked back questionily, and began to come towards Charlie, she saw the man try to get Charlie`s attention and gave him a glare.
God, I hate men like that. she thought to herself.
Carlise tried to get her attention again.
"Care to dance?" He said smiling, but his eyes stayed cold.
"In your dreams, I have higher purposes than to be pretending to be a human" she sniffed indiginatly.
Something was amiss, and it was her job to find out.

She brushed her hair back from her face and continued across the dance floor, drinking deeply from her glass. Her light blue eyes scanning the living mass of pulsating bodies. She smiled. Despite all the aggro of comming to places like this, she did really enjoy it. The music, dancing and even some of the people.

Another man approached her as she walked, leaning close to her ear he spoke. She nodded. Her destination had been reached, now she danced.

Noire stared quizzically at the girl. There was something..strange about her. The way she took everything in so calmly, like she had a reason to be there.
"Just like me" she thought grimly.
"maybe a little too much like me.."
She decided to casually walk towards the girl.

She barely noticed Noire comming towards her. Sure she was aware of her enviroment, but she didn't really care unless it directly related to her. She took another swig of her drink.

Noire tapped Charlie lightly on the shoulder.
"Not a bad crowd tonight isn`t it?"
She grinned showing her shining perfect teeth.

She turned around with a bright and friendly smile. "Yeah" She replied "It's usually pretty good here though." She replied above the blare of the music.

Noire eyed her curiously.
"A little bit too casual.." She thought.

"So..um...Have anyone you`re with tonight?"

Charlie eyed Noire curiously then shook her head "No one in particular." She replied, this time barely audible over the music.