The scent of werewolf wafted over the strong smell of the drink that she had brought up to her mouth. Was he a pet of Raphael's, honestly she couldn't recall. Taking a small sip from the drink she was nursing Bae was shocked when the smell of wolf was replaced with the sweet cooper of blood. Sliding out from behind the table as one of the panic vampires ran into the small circle table. Instantly her eyes shot away from the male werewolf to the crowd of vampires searching for her ‘siblings’.

The panic was a perfect distraction to slip upstairs without being seen but she wanted to make sure that the blood wasn’t coming from someone from her family. The blood didn’t carry a scent of magic but one could never be sure.
Sticking to the shadows she moved against the crowd taking glances at the Brujah as he snapped at some of the more daring vampires that crept closer. She kept her distance. She wasn’t dressed like the other club goers which would have made her stick out if the panic hadn’t pulled everyone’s attention more towards getting out. In a pair of tailor fit black pants and a crisp white button down long sleeved shirt she looked more like she was dressed for a work meeting then a club. Which is essential what she was here for.

Reaching the stairs she moved as quickly as she could in her three inch black pumps up towards the office door. The sounds of her heels against the metal stairs were drowned out by the Straightening out her long inky black hair she knocked on the door.

Smiling as Raphael turned in her arms and looked her over, Aimi felt extremely confident the way his eyes lingered. Proud of herself in picking out one of the many dresses her master bought for her on their special little shoping trips, the were flashed him a pearly white smile. Ralph was her closest friend, and dear lover when they both got too close behind closed doors. The brown haired female wanted to shiver in delight as his hands lingered over her waist, and squeezed her hips. Looking into his eyes, she felt a longing for his lips upon her's. Seeing him lean forward, her heart skipped a beat, but he only kissed her forehead. Sighing softly, the were shot him a look saying she would get more from him later.

Leaning against her master's chest lightly, the were looked to Rose. She was a regular, because of two reasons. She came to complain about the loud music, and she would come for the Alliance meetings. She kept her eyes on the vampiress, and then the door opned again. Bae, the money handling vampire walked in, and with her, the scent of vampire blood. Suddenly Ai's keen ears heard a girl's scream, and a cresendo of hisses came right after. She could only guess when she had heard that sound before, when the last human bar tender had been killed. Looking up swiftly at Raphael, she had the erge to run down the stairs and stop the chaos. But he was the master, and she was merely the servant.

Shizuko had been in the shadow of a corner in the room Raphael currently was in. Though she knew he thought nothing of it, Shizuko still felt indebted to him for taking her in. Watching the whole charade unfold before her, a frown pulled at her lips. She didn't mind Ai, if anything they were what you would call friends. No it was the way Raphael intende to show the world what he and Ai did together. It did not matter where they were. His lust obviously got the best of him. Shizuko always preferred to approach him alchohol, lust, and people free. It was just easier to communicate that way. It looked like Raphael no longer required her survicess any longer. 'I will await your call. It seems that a ruckus has occurred outside. I shall take your form and go attend to it.',she thought to him. Seemingly disappearing from the shadows, she appeared on the stairs in Raphael's form. Approaching the crowd briskly, she barked at them,"Stand back! Let me take care of this!" When she arrived at the man's side, she noticed the other Brujah. Shaking her head, or more Raphael's head, Shizuko examined the pen that had apparently delivered the blow.

Satoshi no intention of joining the crowd. Remaining seated at the bar was fine with him. Sipping his crude beer, he sighed. 'Why is it that when I try to enjoy myself something goes wrong? I swear the big man has it in for me!,he thought to himself. 'Judging from the pen, and the appearance of the blow, it seems like the killer was very experienced. And the swiftness with the blow so that he could escape unnoticed means the man must have been stocked before exterminated. We are dealing with no ammature. I'm glad I'm not on his bad side. It's apparent that this was a contract. No ordinary killing. But what was the worth of assassination? Im guessing this was to impress someone. And it seems that this person was picked out at random. Poor damned soul.'

Xander turned around to notice someone wondering what commotion was going on. "Its probably the owner"he had mumbled to himself. However on a second appearance there seemed something off about him and he almost caught the scent of a werewolf. "Its not the real owner"he said quietly and observed the person who had disguised themself so well.

After he and a view other people in the club turned away from her a man began to spoke. Xander had agreed with him that this was no ordinary killing. "So then who do you think would do something like this?he had said loudly enough for the man to hear him over the music. Xander then returned to the bar and took another sip of his drink to see if he would respond.

When Shizuko approached, Mythik looked ready to take him down. What stopped him was the sight of the Ventrue mask that the Were was using. "I think it would be best if you stayed back." The words were cold and deadly, and Myth shifted his position to prepare to strike. Ventrue or not, this man needed to back off.

Aggression filled Mythik's red eyes as another vampire moved in to take a peek at the fallen Brujah. This time, the stranger got too close. Myth hissed, lashing out with one hand. The lightning-quick movement left the stranger's face burning. A pair of large gashes ran from forehead to chin, and the male cried out while covering his face. This was enough to start a fight.

The girl that was with the bleeding stranger lunged forward, looking angry that her mate was struck. Mythik shifted away from his fallen Brujah member, using his own form to make the woman stumble. As he fought her, a few other vampires hissed in annoyance. Heck, everything went south. Mythik found himself surrounded by a group of vampires, humans and Weres who wanted this to be over - and half of them were slipping into a blood rage.

There was a rush toward the door as some of the people in the bar tried to leave. The bar tender, a pink-haired human, was trying to get away from the crowds . . . but it was all too late when she tripped. The glass she was carrying shattered, and as she fell over it a large shard caught just above her knee.

Mythik's red eyes darkened to black, and he froze. Standing still rewarded him with a slap to the face, but he ignored the female he'd been fighting. He'd never been good with staying his blood lust. The Brujah shoved someone out of the way, and found himself at the bar tender's side. He also found his lips pressed to the woman's wound, drawing the sweet liquid from her.

The only thought that flew through Myth's mind was the taste.

Xander had noticed some people had left the bar and hastily turned around to catch a fight. He had suddenly started to slowly back away from the door. When he turned around quickly to see what he had stumbled upon was one of the Brujahs sucking on the pink haired bartenders blood.He had hastily kicked him harshly in the side just to get him to stop sucking her blood.

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Shizuko sighed mentally. It was no surprise that the vampires didn't buy her effigy. After all the killing made everyone open their eyes. Quickly slipping out of sight, she transformed back into herself. Every time she shifted, a set of scale like skin rippled down her body, then quickly into her form of choice. Diving back into the crowd once more, Shizuko saw a man kick the protective Brujah. Swiftly running to the bar tender's side, she ripped off a strip from the bottom of her shirt. It wasn't unusual that things like this happened. After a mere human in the presence of hundreds of vampires. Not a very good idea in the first place. Applying the cloth and tying it around the wound for pressure, Shizuko hissed at the man who drank her blood. Picking up the poor human, she spat at the man,"Learn to control your thirst worm! Before it controls you!"

Satoshi was discusted at his Kim for drinking the woman's blood. Especially when the human obviously belonged to the club owner. Plunking down his 3 quarter finished drink, Satoshi approached the man who had kicked the other. Not noticing the charade behind him, he said to the vampire,"Well, I think you have as good as an idea as I do. Maybe a contract for hire. More likely a loner working for his clan for some extra profit or recognition. I have no idea who could possibly have the guts to come in here plotting an assassination. Possibly, we could track down his movements to see if he has any habits. That could possibly narrow the possible culprits down."

He had been sitting outside the bar in the back alley for over an hour now waiting for the last call. Drunken patrens quickly leaving to get home and rest are easy to rob blindly. Plus he got a tip ealier that day that some arms dealers would be there that evening, so picking up a few weapons might also be possible.

All of a sudden though, a comotion can from the bar. "What the hell is going on in there?"he wondered. A few minutes past and nothing changed. "Probably would be a good idea to split." He got up, taking one last drag of his cigarette before stomping it out.

As he turned the corner, he spots some people fleeing the bar. After thinking for a moment, he saids to himself "maybe tonight's not a complete loss" and starts heading towards them.

Rose smiled politely to the man as he kissed her fingers tips and greeted her, she couldn't help but bow down slightly to him, letting feel like he had control was the leader as she took a bit more submissive role. "Greetings, Rapheal. Your music is disturbing my plants.....they won't grow with having to listen to this." she said to him kindly as she smiled at him, glancing at his pet and not saying anything as she moved away from them, she was about to take a seat when she heard a commotion down stairs, looking down she wrinkled her nose at what was happening before she sighed as she looked at their so called leader for the moment. "Well then.....seems like someone let slip about this." She said to him, clearly not happy about this at all as she sighed heavily, turning away from the window as she looked at everyone in the room. "Saying as much as being compromised, i am leaving before we get even more exposed." she said to them as she gave them a wave, turning a flurry of dark trench coat as she headed out of the club once more, clearly not going to stay because what was going on downstairs.

Mythik was forced to draw away from the woman when someone kicked him. The harsh blow would have left him breathless, had he required the air to breathe. The feral hiss that left his lips was met by that of Xander's. Just as the Brujah was ready to attack, a woman approached.

Her words stung his pride - but his blood lust was stronger than even that sense of manhood. "Watch your tongue, woman." He watched her lift the human in her arms easily. "You might end up losing it." Myth bore his bloody fangs, and then slowly reached up to wipe away the red moisture from his lips. His blackened eyes were locked on the pink-haired girl's leg still. Her taste wasn't anything extraordinary - but it was enough.

Mythik struggled with the effort of reigning in his instinct. "One of my kinsman was just murdered," he said in a rough voice, looking like he was literally straining to retain his sense of mind. Dear skies, the woman just looked so good. The taste of her still lingered on his tongue.

"I want justice." Revenge.

The commotion was enough to allow him to slip out of the bar unnoticed, save for someone who'd bumped into him earlier. But whoever it was, it hadn't stayed focused on him, so he got away with relative ease amongst the other patrons who'd been eager to get away from the scene.

Once outside, Arian immediately headed towards the alleys, where the lights from the street lamps would not shine upon him. They contain the shadier characters from all walks of life, but with his ability he wasn't too worried about running into anyone he didn't want to. He made a mental note to himself to contact his client(s) later on to collect his payment. Even though he hadn't taken any proof of the deed, the fact that the assassination had been carried out in a highly public area should spread the news pretty quickly.

Xander had taken a step away from the furious member of the Bruja. "I understand you want revenge but please don't get humans involved". He didn't move between the girl who had just tended to the bartenders wound and the furious vampire. "Perhaps you should go find who did it"he had hoped that maybe the vampire would come to his senses and leave the bar.

As more people fleed the bar, it became easier for him to slip into the croud and pickpocket more people. Going for the welather looking patrens, he was able to pull wallets out form three men's jackets and one women's purse. "This should do for now" he mumbles to himself.

He then turns around, ready to slip out unnoticed. As he does this, he accidently bumps into another person fleeing the bar. "Sorry about that sir" he said to him, but the man walks away without resonding. "Looks like someone is in a hurry"he says, looking into the bar. He then walks towards the door, "I think i will just take a quick peek inside, just to see what is going on."

With the death of the brujahs kinsman, the entire dance floor froze. There were lights dancing back and forth, humans stills moved here and there, but the scent of the blood wafted threw the room. And not from the brujah surprisingly enough. The sweet pink-haired bartender had sliced her finger once someone had screamed about the murder. The smell of the human's blood was enough to stop the entire room. Many of the vampire's in the room had never tasted fresh blood. since much of it came from the factories. It was a delicacy. Much like a center cut from a cow. The malkavain watched over the room. A bit of blond hair fell over her face as she watched starving younglings jump over the bar counter and tear the woman to shreds.

The room shifted into chaos. Even upstairs as the scent wafted up from her torn body, an alliance member behind Lenore fixated his eyes on the pet hanging on Raphael's arm. The vampire jumped up, and with a quick fluid motion there was a steak in his heart. Not killing him, but paralyzing him from doing any more harm. Behind the steak was Avilin. The black haired hunter. How long had she been here? Lenore wondered.

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Raphael looked over to see the staked man. He felt a bit of rage hit him. Ignoring everyone in the room briefly, he walked downstairs. Expecting his rare pet to follow him. She better have learned to read his mind by now. Pausing a moment, Raph spoke. "Calm the crowd Aimi." He ordered. Now saying a further word before opening the door to the crowd of frenzying vampire's.

Aimi followed Ralph down the steps as the club lost control. The vampires tore apart poor Alice, the pink haired human had more then once picked up the were-pet's spirits when she felt that she was just a pet. Seeing her death made the were bristle, her hair on the back of her neck on end, but this was no time to be angry, this was a time to be calm. Hearing her master, the brunette bowed her head. "It will be done My Master." she spoke smoothly and walked past him. Suddenly as if she was a light itself her body glowed pink, and then the pink shot out from her body like a wave of water over the crowds. The tint of pink kept coming from her, wave after wave upon the vampires. "Be calm... All is well..." the young female spoke, her voice vibrating with warmth and power. Those who had panicked were now calm, those who had been hungry were pacified. Her powerful auora was something powerfully beautiful. As the pink waves became invisible, all tensions in the room seemed to melt away. The masses moved to sitting on couches and at tables, while others moved to go dance to the rare slow song that had come threw the speakers. Looking around at the crowd she moved towards the security detail and nodded, their calm demeanor in cleaning up the remains of Alice was something that caused the brown eyed girl to tear up, and one slipped down her cheek. She turned to her master and slowly headed back towards him, her eyes wishing to meet his, but she did not want him to see her emotions either, so she let her eyes wonder else where, and towards the bar more then once.

"I have no interest in fighting the enemies of the Alliance," Myth said honestly, baring his fangs at Xander. Truly, he didn't. Not at that moment, anyway. Just as the Brujah looked ready to snap another comment, a soft pink glow seemed to wash over the room.

Mythik flinched when it touched him, though there was no physical feel from the strange light. The words he heard were like that of an angel's voice, bringing serenity and complete peace through his mind and body. It felt like a contradiction, and Myth fought it . . . for a few seconds.

His black eyes lightened, becoming crimson once more. The Brujah wiped a bit of blood from his lips before focusing on the woman who'd caused the strange calm. Aimi had just walked past the men cleaning up what was left of that precious pink-haired girl from earlier. The girl Mythik had bitten - or . . . sort of.

Mythik's gaze flickered over the room before returning to where Aimi had last been. The woman had slid from the room already, leaving the rest of the bar patrons to slowly return to their usual antics.
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From where he stood in the doorway William could see things being cleaned up. The human was wary, not confident with walking into a room full of vampires. Honestly, the dark-haired male didn't. Not until he saw his master, anyway. When Mythik came into view, William bowed his head and stepped into the room.
He said nothing as he appeared at the Brujah's side, merely becoming the tall vampire's shadow. As a servant to the household, and predominantly to Myth, William was accustomed to doing everything one step behind his master. He stood behind any vampire, really. It was how he was raised: he was the slave, servant, cook, messenger, delivery boy, attendant, secretary . . . he was anything he was required to be.

William's only movement when he approached Mythik's side was to place a small bundle of letters on the bar counter beside the vampire. He kept his blue eyes down, ignoring the thought that any of the vampires in the room could easily kill him.
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Myth had just moved to the bar and was using a towel left on the counter to wipe blood from his hands when William approached. He didn't have to look. Mythik knew the scent of the human boy well. All too well, honestly. The vampire glanced at the slave's blue-tipped hair, taking in the slightly worried look on William's face. It was a warranted fear, though it made Myth's fangs ache. Fear sped up the pulse - and that was obvious to any blood-sucker on the premise.

A bundle was placed beside him. Myth narrowed red eyes and scoffed. "It took you long enough, boy." William swallowed quietly, but didn't so much as shift weight from one foot to the other. He was perfectly still. Mythik's tone morphed into a growl, and he scowled at the human. "I suppose you stopped to smell the flowers on the way here, did you?"

Rose followed Raphael and his pet down stairs, her nose wrinkling at the smell of blood, it made her thirsty, she wanted blood, she needed it, it was more then a life source for her it was also the source of her powers, oh how it sung to her. She watched as everyone calm down, as things seemed to go back to normal, you could say that she was not impressed with anything but it also let her know that they were not going to put this meeting on hold, no matter how much she hated the meeting place. "My apologies, Sir Raphael but this is still not the best place for me." she said to him as she bowed to him politely, before she moved to leave the club, that was when she saw a human standing behind a Brujah. "You should leave human.....this is still not the best place for you to be at." she said to him as she smiled, putting her hand on the shoulder of said human as she glanced at the Brujah, trying to be nice as possible.

William froze the moment someone touched his shoulder. The human kept his eyes down, but fear spiked through him once more. Fear was an unwanted emotion in a room full of monsters that could sense the blood pump through him more swiftly. The youth didn't move when his master reacted, nor when anything else happened. He would only move when the Brujah told him to.

When Rose approached, there was a low growl from Mythik's throat. He eyed the woman for a moment before brushing her hand off of William's shoulder. "You're upsetting my servant." The Brujah narrowed his red eyes at the woman, and then wrinkled his nose. "Tremere." Looking a bit annoyed, Myth waved the girl off. "You can keep your advice to yourself, girl."

William flinched when Rose was pushed away from him, and then Mythik sat back down at the bar. The boy lifted his eyes from the floor to see the look on Rose's face before taking a step toward his master. He was almost brushing his arm against the Brujah's back by the time he stopped moving. It was obvious: he wasn't there to cause trouble, and neither was he going to leave without Myth's permission.
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((:eager: I will add my Tremere in soon! :lol:))

Xander had noticed that the vampire had meant no harm and he put his arms down. When he turned around to look the pink-headed bartender had been torn to shreds anyway""We will settle this another time" he was upset that she had died but it had been insignificant to him since he'd seen plenty of it.

Suddenly he had felt a strange presence that didn't have any effect on him but noticed that the Brujah and all the other vampires calm down. He again walked to the bar and sat down. "My drinks gone"he'd let out a sad sigh since there was no bartender to serve him now.

As he entered the bar, he was hit by the strong scent of blood, as he noticed the corpse of a pink-haired girl on the ground. Most of the vampires in there went into a frenzy do to the smell, but the smell of blood didn't effect clanless like himself the same way. Even though he does need blood, he usually would not resort to barbaric means to get it.

"Probably a good idea to leave. I would rather not get mixed up in all of this." As he turned to the door, he felt a warm feeling cast over the room. He looked back and saw all the other vampires calming down and heading back to whatever they were doing. "Well would you look at that." He then dicided to have a seat at the bar. "I've got nowhere I have to be anytime soon. Might as well have a drink or two".

Shizuko was covered in the human's blood. Though unlike other vampires it did not stir the need for it. Not only was she capable of controling it, it sometimes dicusted her. Shizuko was a former human afterall. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around how the human had been ripped to shreds before her eyes. Shaking her head, Shizuko wiped the blood away from her mouth. Approaching the vampire who had started the blood feast at the bar, she slid behind it and said,"You really should learn to control your thirst. You are in a room full of humans and vampires." Reaching below to grab a towel, she noticed his human. And the package in the vampire's hand. Continuing to grab a towel, Shizuko managed to wipe off the blood on her face before whispering,"You're an Alliance member. You traitor!"

Looking around, Aimi sighed. Her master was going to hold his meeting, but with the comotion, no human in his control would even think of working the bar. Having been brought up on the dance floor, the were pet took in a deep calming breathe and looked into her master's eyes, her's coveying her reasons as she moved. The dance floor was slowly turning up again with dancing bodies. Sliding behind the bar, she looked to the vampiress behind it and smiled lightly. "You may have more towles in the ladies room." she said and then bowed to her. "I apologize for the commotion and your outfit getting dirty." she said and then moved towards the men at the bar. A were was sitting at the bar and she walked up and flashed a bright smile at him. "Would you like a drink sir?" she asked lightly as she moved to grab a glass above her and smiled making a drink for a female who called over. Her movements were smooth and trained, mixing the drink, poured it, put an umbrella in it and gracefully walked over to her, took the money, and put it in the register. Smiling she returned to the were. "So are you coming here often?" she asked lightly, leaning against the bar, knowing her dress was showing off almost everything.

Distracted by Aimi, Mythik hadn't noticed Shizuko cleaning herself off. He'd been struggling to ignore the scent of fresh blood (though it was easier with William standing nearby). When the woman slid behind the bar, grabbing a towel and starting to criticize him on his blood lust, the Brujah bore his fangs.
"Few vampires can control their thirst." His tone was dark, gritty, and husky. "I apologize for giving in to the stronger side of my nature, girl." Sarcastic was the best way to describe his words. He was preparing to make a rather nasty comment to the vampire when her eyes locked on the letters in his hand.

"Alliance?" Myth looked disgusted. He sounded offended. "This is my mail. Contracts. Updates. Clients. I deal with weapons, just as all Brujah do." The male rolled his red eyes before setting the stack of letters on the counter. "Look at them, if you want to know. I make my clients pay more for secure identities, but they haven't sent in that check yet." AKA he didn't care who saw them at that point.

"Girl," His dark hair flickered over his features as he leaned forward dangerously. "Don't call me a traitor again. That's not a word I take lightly."

Aimi headed off, but William watched her go. This, of course, got him smacked upside the head by his master. Lowering his eyes, the human stared at the floor once again.

Rose had a soft smile on her face, unlike her fellow vampires and unlike most she had seen and done things in her years of living them most would believe, but the fact that a human looked like a were that she had claimed, had made her pet to save him, was more of a shock then the Brujah pushing her hand off the human's shoulder. She was in shock, a hint of sadness in her eyes as she was pushed away, she didn't say anything as she watched the human male, a pain in her chest that she had not felt in a long time. She met his gaze when he looked back at her, she couldn't help but to shake her head in sadness before turning with a flick of her cloak and disappearing, leaving the club and those who were covered in blood. She had to head to the grave, to see if it was disturbed, to find out if he was still dead, void of blood and buried there, if he wasn't if he had come back as just a human after all these years only to have a Brujah claim him, well she would not let that stand.

Xander had turned in his seat to face the girl who asked for a drink"Yes I would appreciate that"he observed her for a second while waiting for his drink. The pet had also asked how he had been and he smiled and said"I've been well despite all the commotion going on"he leaned back for and looked at her"what are you offering me to drink?".