The Lions Den [Open to All]

[Vasik (DELETED 5042)]

As the crowd parted a little for Vasik, he noticed his dame had strategically maneuvered to avoid him. Was Myk playing hard to get, or was he just not in the mood? The avoidance made Vasik mad with excitement. The hunt was on.
He peeped in the back pool room, the more secluded area first. A couple decided to make this their make-out point, stamped against the rumbling, pulsating walls. The fish tank was eerily still among the vibrations, a calm, soothing respite to the energized atmosphere. Myk's smell was not in this area. Vasik moved his tracking skills back towards the bar, spying on him from the midst of the crowd, obviously seen for his stillness in the school of fish.
His amber eyes glowed like the lasers slithering through the ocean of guests, tiring from the beat. Perhaps a slower track was in order. Vasik returned to the DJ, noting of the sweat pooling on the folly humans' faces, requesting something a bit smoother to turn the night down a notch. Something to drink to perhaps. He eyed Corin and Myk aggressively, longing to be a part of their world.
But he had to focus. He was a businessman now. He had to keep his cool, work on the clock, be a sentinel to his lusts lest he lose a potential affiliate or investor. Within him he could feel the Mirror's contentment with his decision to back off. It angered Vasik, but he knew it was the right thing to do. The Mirror was his master, his coach, his everything. If he disobeyed...
Vasik scowled as he remembered his confrontation with Paige and just as suddenly shook the thought away. Why did he avoid it so? Maybe the damage he had done had affected Logan so much it was pushing him to cringe and crawl out of remembering. Logan was like that, avoiding the right choices. Avoiding the future for them both, their potential.
He musn't think of Logan in this setting. It was too risky to delve into the depths of his mind, especially in such a frustrated state.
Vasik retired to the exit, bidding adieu to the worn-out guests of the evening, many of them leaning on each other for support due to intoxication or otherwise.

[Myk]

She wasn’t creeped out, that was a refreshing change. As she talked, Myk eyed her cautiously and smiled when it seemed appropriate to smile. Perhaps she was already intoxicated – not entirely unusual for his kind after all since he could become intoxicated still. It could just be because he was crazy of course, but you could never rule it out as a possibility. What with all their supernatural eccentricities, was it so far-fetched to think that a Vampire could still be vulnerable to toxins?

Anyway, she talked about some man who’d left her scarred; he frowned sympathetically and placed a pale hand on the counter. He wouldn’t touch her, but he’d let her know that he was open. When she introduced herself, he instinctively evaluated her. Although he rarely cared for politics, he knew how careful one had to be if they were to avoid problems in that area; he didn’t want to perform a faux pas and get his family into any trouble after all.

When he checked her out telepathically he noticed more than a little familiarity and he was happier with the idea that he couldn’t upset the Lady by hanging out with one of her descendants. Of course, he didn’t know the status of their relationship, but perhaps the Lady would forgive him any ignorance in that area if it turned out that despite family ties, Corin and the Lady were enemies. Though, he couldn’t see how that was possible since the girl seemed nice enough. She was pretty, had fashion sense, smelled nice, was open with her emotions and friendly and inviting, so, she didn’t seem entirely dangerous. It wasn’t that he expected any animosity to occur, but he imagined if she tried anything he could probably deal with her – probably.

“I’m Myk,” he said almost immediately after she had introduced herself. “Enlighten me, won’t you? Have we met before?”

He had to check. He had a terrible memory. Not in the way that he forgot things, just that certain memories would be filed incorrectly or got misplaced or dumped in the trash bag – not thrown out exactly, just discarded from immediate retrieval. Myk could generally recall things; it was just that there was so much buzzing around in his head constantly that it could be difficult for him to focus. If they’d met and he’d forgotten it, well, he felt it was better just to come clean and admit his faults than to try and pretend that he remembered her. She didn’t have to give him the second chance he wanted, but he presumed she was generous. Despite her hurt feelings over some dumb **** that had dropped her like a stone, Myk felt that she was probably still able and willing to trust. After all, why was she here?

[Corin Diechi]

She looks at him and smiles "Only on the family board not face to face." She sipped her blood and just watched the room. Her mind began to wonder to things that had happened in the past and everything.

[Myk]

Straight to the point huh?

…that’s fine.

Myk nodded his head to her comment and turned back to the crowd. The hysterics had settled; much like a storm-fuelled tide that crashes against shores mere moments before it draws back urgently, pretending as if no squall had preceded it. Only the lapping remained; feet pounded the dance floor with a natural, beautiful ferocity while hearts danced in cages of bone. He would have liked to join them, but, his skill set and his mind generally neglected a sense of tempo, pace or rhythm. No. He would make do with watching – his usual pass-time.

It was difficult to distinguish any one particular individual – each person was just a segment of a pink jelly wall under the flicker of the eye. Still, he did find a couple he enjoyed watching for a while and followed them as they courted across the dance floor. She was young, brunette, brown eyed, dark skinned and too young for the man she was seducing. Her fuchsia-pink brassiere under the white crop-top said she was confident, her ripped jeans said she was down-to-earth, yet fashionable. She was aware of how she impacted the world by just her presence and it was evident in the eyes of her lover how much she impacted his world too. He was enraptured, to put it simply. He watched every part of her sway and wiggle with such fascination and desire as a cat would gaze upon an open box.

Myk smiled as the pair finally melted back into the jelly, disappearing from his eyes but not his thoughts. There, they would live on forever; never getting old, never getting ill, never falling out of love and never dying. And before he knew it, his elbows were on the counter cradling his head as he pined aloud, “Oh! Fate is so cruel!”

[Corin Diechi]

She heard him and smiled softly "Fate is always cruel. Take me for example. I am hopeless and it seems no one will ever want me. But that is okay I might just go and start up what I should be doing as a vampire and not think of my old mortal life anymore." She took a sip of the blood and then looked around the room. She did not know what to do. So she just watched.

[Myk]

It was Corin’s voice that lifted him out of his self-deprivation. His face disconnected with the counter, leaving a cold, clammy feeling on the side of his cheek and down his chin. Myk brought his head up just enough to peer at her beyond his folded arms and listened as she spoke, depredating herself. It was sad hearing what she had to say and he thought on how many women would speak in much the same way… though they’d most likely turn to their careers rather than their Vampiric duties – whatever those were. Myk sighed and collected himself, sitting himself back on the stool like a gentleman rather than a blob. All this depressing talk… there really was no need for it, and besides, it was boring and futile. His thoughts faltered for a moment, thinking about Vasik longingly and projecting a message as he looked back to the stage.

“As horrendous as you were to embarrass me like that… you didn’t have to actually disappear… Come back out and enjoy your masterpiece, my Rock God.”

A small, dark smile grew on his lips and his pewter eyes twinkled. Gone were his sullen thoughts and humiliation, if this was a party there was no room for such things. He had noticed how his presence had sent both the pimp and his potential prey into negative moods and he was determined to rectify it. There was just one problem with his intention – he had no idea how to rectify it. What did one do at a party rather than flirt, grow drunk, dance and go home accompanied? Myk wasn’t sure, so he turned to Corin to address the problem.

“Say, why did you come here tonight? It certainly wasn’t to reflect on the past. Such things are pointlessly trite. You came to have a good time, no?” As he questioned her, his accent became distinctly French. “So… what is it you do for fun, ma cherie?”