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Pixie Mordecai
 Posted on: Dec 8 2017, 12:13 AM
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The sun had gone down hours ago, subjecting the world to the darkness that played as a safety blanket to those inclined to the night. It brought a new life to the streets that had always felt considerably more dangerous to her, dangerous and therefore more interesting. The nightlife was perhaps the easier part for Pixie to adapt to having acquired a taste for clubs and partying long before she was changed, staying out late hours and of course worrying her overly protective parents. It was the taste for blood that she struggled with. And now that she was very much off of her leash and in a new city she was left to her own devices, aching to keep from the buzzing temptation in her mind that was to abuse the freedom she had for the first time in years.

It was never much of a task for Pixie to get by some bouncers. Long blonde hair and bubbly as she was she usually could get admitted at once upon a sweet smile or a good pout, provided she wasn't already sloshed. Becoming a vampire made that considerably harder to do than when she was a human which she often considered both a blessing and a curse. Exploring the surrounding clubs and bars the past couple nights would of course eventually bring her here, Tenochtitlan. The heavy bass music that could be heard from outside was much more effective once on the inside, reverberating in her chest with delight and successfully easing her up. Shoulders relaxed, a small smile pulled at her lips as she eyed the place top to bottom as she bee-lined the bar and got busy with her night. Of course it wasn't long before she got down to it, in a little black dress that took a daring plunge down her back and scooped flatteringly across her chest, transparent lace across the top that hugged to her neck. Between the short skirt, stocking and heels and the giggling persona she was putting out as she enjoyed herself it was only a matter of time before someone engaged with her.

Unlucky night for the chap that chose to dance with the pretty blonde though. As they sidled over to a booth her cheeky smiles lessened, a hazy look taking to her gaze before shifting to something a little more wanting. At first the man seemed relatively ignorant to it, allowing her to push his back against the booth seat before sliding in herself. He only had a moment to look alarmed as she tugged the collar of his shirt aside and plunged towards his neck, her teeth disappearing into the surface of his skin. With a jolt of shock and a small outcry from him she seemed to make some minor attempt to ease it, a hand running down his shoulder in a soothing sweep. Every gulp of his warm blood made her breathing heavier, a sudden urgency rising that wrinkled her nose and curled her lips around the bite.

It was without thinking that her muscles seemed to tense, a hand creeping back up his chest towards his neck as she grew more aggressive in her excitement in the heat of the moment. Pixie didn't seem to notice the faint tapping at her arm from the poor man, even less so as he seemed to grow a little fainter with each nudge. With his blood bathing her lips and a growl in her throat everything around her seemed to melt into inconsequential white noise.

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Gage Grey
 Posted on: Dec 9 2017, 02:54 AM
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This is not his usual haunt. Attachment to the regiment that owns it aside, the ground floor with its roaring beat and mess of too many bodies usually does well to keep the fledgling at bay, often reserved to the lower or upper floors on the chance he was ever even here. Little appeal is discovered in the jostling, the grating of crowds who seem neglectful of better sense, more attuned to disorder than the order he craves. It's the faces Gage is more interested in, focus shifting from one to the other like some guessing game of who's come here for what purpose. The bar serves as the perfect vantage point in his watch. One shot of human blood down before that of Fae. Rinse, repeat.

Perhaps fortunately or unfortunately the past few nights differ from the usual. The atypical becoming typical recently due to frequent visits with an understandably concerned sire. Otherwise he might not have been present to interrupt a snack gone wrong. Gage detects it first when his eyes shift back toward the blonde distantly noted some time earlier, at the man that's transitioned from dance partner to unwilling blood host. The way the poor sod's legs snap slightly in palpable panic, tensed with that fear and reeking of it when blood and sweat begin to drench him beneath the girl. Instinct drives Gage in that moment more than thought does; an innate knowledge that what's happening should be disrupted ingrained from years in this place. He knows the rules. Apparently she doesn't.

In seconds he's moved from the bar with a gesture that signals a nearby bouncer for assistance. They don't dare ignore him for fear of his creator, acquiescing to the call that intercepts with Gage nearing the booth. Fingers twist harsh into lighter locks, angling a head so that when he pulls her away those teeth don't open the guy's throat more than it's already been shred. With a yank she is sent back a pace, let go, so long as she stumbles out of reach from her meal, a color palette of lights flicking off the harsh outlines of too many figures. White, blue, red to match the sanguine staining faces and black dresses. Gage's eyes sweep to the man heaped in the booth, at the gashes sliced into a neck with the indelicacy of a youthful predator who has yet to master a precision bite. "Draining isn't permitted here, miss." He says, gaze slicing to the girl. Sloppy is the word that rolls through his mind as the bouncer heaves the guy off the seat and Gage snares the perpetrator by the arm with all intentions of clearing the scene before it catches the attention of too many patrons. Even in a den often filled with vampires, a man bleeding out beneath a haywire fledgling is bad for business.

The party skirts the crowds to a side room separated from the main. There the man is lowered onto a recliner, the one assisting utilizing a fresh cloth to stem the flow from the neck. This isn't the first bite here, though most of them don't go so far that the person is rendered on the verge of unconsciousness or death. Concern etches his brow into a line that ponders the prospect of aid. Gage turns on the girl covered in the victim's blood. "Stay there." Little room spared for argument as he blocks the path to the door. A phone is whipped out, an urgent call dialed to the woman upstairs with a swift recount of what's just transpired. When it ends he turns on the blonde again. "Where's your sire and why aren't they overseeing you?" Like Quetzala oversaw him in the days he couldn't quite distinguish the fragile line between a drop of blood or a feast.


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Pixie Mordecai
 Posted on: Dec 11 2017, 11:34 PM
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It hadn't felt like that much time had gone by from when she'd first sunk her teeth into the man to the moment she felt a hand on the back of her head. At first not concerned and then a dim alarm sounded in her mind as she felt the fingers curl tightly into her hair at the base of her scalp before her lips were torn from the neck of the man. She froze up, a strangled noise catching in her throat as the last gulp of blood she'd gotten got caught before she swallowed it down. Shortly after she stumbled away as she was released, a slight cower in the hunch of her shoulders from the sudden yank as she tried to collect herself. With her gaze frantically darting between the men and her victim and a throbbing in her ears Pixie almost missed it when the one who'd initially grabbed her had spoken. She gathered the message well enough, his sharp glance visibly cutting her down successfully from dazed and worried to terrified and she she shook her head faintly without looking away from him.

“I didn't.... I didn't mean to...” she stammered through an exhale that would likely go unheard. As if suddenly more conscious of her state she glanced down at herself; the blood smeared on her lips that dribbled down her neck with drops painting the top of her dress from the attack. She reached up to try and wipe her face but was grabbed by the arm roughly before being hauled off. The only resistance he'd meet was a clumsy and surprised stumble, a slight stutter in her step as she tried to catch up with the momentum in heels as they arched around the people that all seemed so distant to her now.

She glanced around the room hurriedly after being lead into it, the heavy music of the club only additional white noise to her at this point. Upon being released she gave her arm a slight rub with the palm of her hand, worried eyes watching the bouncer put the limp body back in a recliner before dabbing at his neck with a cloth. Her attention darted to the other man immediately as he ordered her to stay and she sucked her lower lip back and absently chewed on it, obediently nodding without a word. Her gaze managed to find her shoes, an uneasy shudder as she exhaled and her shoulder shook with anticipation as the man no doubt took to a phone call to alert police. Pixie wasn't fully listening, her gaze wandering to sheepishly watch the victim be tended to from the corner of her eye, a small frown twisting its way onto her face.

Suddenly she was on the spot again, beneath the scrutiny of the man who was now demanding where her sire was and he had her full attention. For a moment she seemed unable to find words, a stammer that caught in her throat after she opened her mouth and closed it again. Knitting her hands together and fighting off a tremble in her chin she recovered her senses enough to give some kind of answer.

“I'd.. Like to ask him that myself...” she offered hesitantly, a flatness in her timid voice that said she knew that wasn't a good enough answer for what happened. The answer was simple; she didn't know the answer to share that information. She bowed her head, golden locks gently sliding out of place across her visage as she looked down from his gaze, apparently unable to meet it any longer.

“I haven't seen him in a very long time.” she'd admit in a slightly softer voice than she perhaps intended. It was offered as an explanation rather than an excuse, she didn't seem keen on trying to redeem her actions in any way. Desperate for something else to focus on rather than his unforgiving eyes she looked up to the victim again, wiping the side of her mouth with the back of her hand. It did little to help the mess that she knew she was and the sight only made her stomach churn uncomfortably with more regret.

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Gage Grey
 Posted on: Dec 15 2017, 11:21 PM
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Music fades to background noise with the slam of the door. Less intrusive to the flow of his thoughts now that Gage spares the time to scrutinize this wayward fledgling more than allowed by an obnoxious dance floor. It's easy to tell that in regards to her age as one of them she is still very much an infant; blood-drenched with startled eyes, as if she's shocked to find herself in this gruesome state at all. It alleviates some of the tension in his shoulders and mind, perhaps sparked by the vaguest thread of sympathy. Although Quetzala has done well in his training, under any other sire he might have found himself in a precarious situation similar to the one now threatening to sink the girl through the floor.

Didn't mean to, like it fixes anything. "Fledglings rarely do." That fails to alter the fact what transpired still leaves a heap of a victim lumped across the recliner. His eyes settle that way a moment, a dash of concern coloring the slightest tinge of red to his vision. Blood permeates the enclosed space, lungs that sometimes settle into habit go still for fear of inhaling that which he only wishes to avoid; discord in the face of what all of them crave. Instead Gage's mind pins elsewhere, like he doesn't trust himself near the unconscious man when sanguine still bleeds onto the cushions. It's gotten easier to kill that phantom need for air so that he does not smell it.

"You don't know." More a conclusion than a question. A brief shake of his head and Gage gestures to seating in the corner, the intent clear; sit down, stay there. Thus far she's complied which only offers a spark of hope she's not too far spiraled into bloodlust. Briefly he considers searching for a witch the with capacity to heal but thinks better of showcasing an attack on Teno grounds. Humans were such fragile things. The man in the corner coughs, sputters as if he wants to say something against the pressure on his neck. A subtle cringe works its way across the fledgling's face as he forces himself to crouch by the human, daring to check the bloodflow that's begun to wane thanks to the guard. He's not totally drained of color and with the dissipation of panic merely seems to be more in pain and exhaustion rather than unconsciousness or death. His heart sounds strong.

Straightening to his feet again, Gage's eyes avert to watch the blonde from across the room. "How ravenous are you feeling?" If at all - it vastly depended on the individual and the incident at hand. "Try not to inhale." For every breath carried with it the scent of a meal rather than the sustaining power of oxygen. "Think about something other than the blood, if you can." Waiting for the intervention of his own sire, he again broaches the topic of this girl's seclusion. "You don't have anyone else here watching over you? Don't you think that's important?" Especially given what's happened and he's left to wonder if this isn't the first time.


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She was entertaining guests when one of her staff found her. There was a call for her to take from the dancefloor. It was urgent they said, and so with a flirtatious wave and coquettish smile, Zala made her way toward the bar on the second floor where a phone was, the light blinking on the second line indicating they were on hold.

Her lips pursed as she heard the bouncer on the other side. His name was Bruno. It was such a good name for a bouncer really, and he was smart too. Muscle didn't always come smart. Regardless, the news was never good when she was interrupted by one of them, yet always important.

Her brow didn't furrow, though her teeth were clenching inside her mouth. Someone had dared to come into her place and drain a man dry? There were consequences to such reckless actions. Clearly they were either too dazed on fae blood, which seemed unlikely as her bartenders were instructed to use the stuff lightly and sparingly, or they didn't know whose house they had walked into and disturbed. The only good news that had come from Bruno was that Gage had been the one to catch the girl.

Her pace was patient and paced normally, her heels clicking on the spiral stairs and across the dancefloor, though the music on the main floor was too loud for anyone to hear it. When she opened the door into the antichamber, she saw the scene that had unfolded in front of her. A blood ridden and confused looking vampire female, and an equally bloodied, dead person in the recliner.

Catching Gage's gaze she nodded, waving at the bouncer. "Find out who he is," she gestured to the dead man, indicating that he should at least have some kind of ID on him in order to have gotten into her bar. The man, Tavish, went about his grim work of looking through a corpse's pockets. He'd done worse though. If this redhead had known the things that Zala had had Tavish do, then she'd never had stepped a foot in this place.

Zala's gaze looked the woman up and down. She looked young, though how young as a vampire, that was yet to be seen. After all, Zala looked young but was centuries old. The bite mark on the dead man though was a ravaging, something that only an insane or brand new vampire would do when feeding.

"Who are you? You have 2 minutes or less to tell me this and why I shouldn't call the police and have you arrested for murder."

Her eyes flickered up to Gage wondering his thoughts on the matter, and while she knew the wrecked corpse was likely a challenge to his senses, she had no concerns about him keeping his cool. Add to that her presence would always be a balm of calmness, one which apparently this baby vampire did not have.

She would let her attempt to defend herself, and she would expect Gage to give a yay or nay as to what his thoughts are. When she had finished, she would look to her fledgling, "What did you see? What do you think about this?"

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