What creeps around the corner? (Open)

[Mordechai]

Mordechai followed Alex in, nodding to the staff that he had met at the opening, then taking a seat across from her. His eyes swept the room, then alighted on Alston for a moment before once again concentrating on Alex. It wasn't his style to pressure those he had an affinity with, so he silently sat, awaiting an explanation. The killer had never known the female allurist to act like she had. It made no sense to him, and as such, he need an explanation. It was as simple as that.

[Alston Hughes (DELETED 4923)]

Watching both of them he thought about joining but was going to wait off. Wandering around his hearing senses listened to everyone in the room. Standing back he glanced to see a woman staring at him, the woman waved but he figured it was to someone else.

Crossing his arms he looked at his sire then at the other male. While waiting the woman came over and yelled at him. "What not good enough? What ever" Startled by this he looked at her and saw that she was drinking mumbling a sorry to her she flicked him off and walked away.

Shaking his head he blew the woman off then sat down at the table. Hearing her talk about him he quickly got up and ordered a water and told the waitress to give it to the angered woman. Going back he sat down and felt his anger subside. Looking at both of them he was wondering what would happen next.

[Alexandrea]

The usually chatty Allurist sat mute across from her large killer friend and nursed the beer that she had been brought by a waitress, without a word. The blonde hadn't ordered one and looked after the woman curiously as she went to go sit by the same woman that Alex had just seen engage with Alston. The blonde surmised that the women worked here and the one was displeased when she had noticed that Alston hadn't drank his order. Or maybe she had the hots for Alexandrea's childe and he hadn't caught on. Guys could be oblivious like that. Either way, a free beer was a free beer and it smelled and tasted just fine.

And it gave her something to do with her hands as the silence started to grow thicker and more noticeable between the two team mates. Alex's eyes found every excuse in the book not to met Mordechai's as the Allurist grew more and more fidgety. Several minutes dragged by, enough time for a second beer to be ordered and delivered. The blonde paid for her own this time and as always, tipped well. Out of habit she asked the killer if he would like anything, even though she knew he wouldn't. Her voice sounded awkward even to her own ears as Alexandrea at last broke the silence and spoke... just not the words that Mordi's ears had been waiting on hearing.

"Would you like anything, Mordechai?"

[Mordechai]

The killer sat listening, waiting, patience was the hallmark of a sniper. There were missions you laid in wait for days, before the shot presented itself. The laconic male just sat stoically waiting, other than nodding and growling "N.A." when asked if he would like a drink. He had been here before and met some of the staff in this 'pyre run bar before, they would know what to do. His eyes scanned the crowd, considering the invite he had received for their soon to be sponsored fight nights.

Finally his obsidian eyes settled on to Alexandrea, locking on to her blue orbs as he spoke to her childer, and awaited her answer. "I am known as Mordechai, an acquaintance of your sire, I assume you are hers?" A cocked eyebrow accompanied the query, though his gaze did not leave her. "I follow the path you have acquired, tho I am a bit farther down it than you have traveled." Turning his head Mordechai focused on the fledgling and growled "Or is this travesty of your making?"

[Alston Hughes (DELETED 4923)]

Time past and he heard a few words spoken from his sire. Her voice was not hers, her attitude was not hers. It felt awkward to feel this as his eyes turned and looked at the man speak to him. He spoke about how he was further down the killer path and that made Alston respect him more, perhaps he could learn from him.

He thought that until he spoke about travesty. "What do you mean by that? The way she is acting? The stuff she did before she got here?" He growled at him. He did not know what or why she was acting this way or why she felt killing a random human. He didn't ask for this night he wanted out to enjoy one of his favorite holidays.

As he spoke the woman came back even more drunk than from before. Caught off guard she started to yell at him. Feeling his anger rise he closed his eyes and smelled the alcohol choke him. Muttering softly to himself he just wanted to snap her neck and be done with this drunk girl.

[Alexandrea]

Her having a healthy complexion was as much of a curse as it was a blessing. It made it much less obvious to humans what Alexandrea Quartermaine actually was but it also betrayed her emotions a lot of the time, as it did now. A bright red blush crossed the Allurist cheeks as Mordi had to introduce himself on his own to Alston, Alex’s usual good manners conspicuously absent.

“Alston… “ The blonde began in a halting tone. “My behavior this evening has been inexcusable. Please listen to this man, Mordechai. I trust him more than I do most and he has his **** together, Way more than I do, it seems.”

Looking up at the extra large Killer, Alexandrea tried to smile. “No, Mordi. My childe has nothing to do with my bad behavior. It’s all on me. I stole a car to go for a joyride and that wasn't bad enough. I smoked what I found in the ashtray and got high. And before either one of you ask me how that is possible? Don’t ask. But keep giving me enough to drink and you’ll see it’s completely true.”

Alex folded her hands into her lap and stared down at them, feeling mortified at herself and horrified by the image of the dead man she had killed and couldn't get out of her head.

“I...don’t know what else to say.” The words were said so quietly that might not have even been heard by either male.

A slight shiver ran up and down the blonde’s spine as she thought about how much worse things could have very easily have turned out if it hadn't been for having had a lot of help and feelings of deep gratitude joined in with all the other conflicting emotions that the Allurist was feeling.

“Except to say... Thank You.”

[Mordechai]

The tall killer sat impassively as he tipped a Labatt's to his lips, then settled it on the table. Not a drop had slipped inside his closed mouth, tho now his lips parted to accept the end of a well packed Lucky. Cancer was no longer a threat, and as the snap of a closing Zippo proclaimed the coffin nail was lit he inhaled deeply. Once he had learned of his new limitations, and lack there of, he had immediately switched back. No more filter to absorb the crisp toasted almond taste of the proprietary tobacco blend. Mordechai took another drag as the fledgling, Alston she had called him, growled out his innocence. A slight nod of his head was his only response as he turned to face the blonde allurist that was the center of the debacle. He had already sent word to his kennedy, that he did not know for sure when he would be back. The news of this and what had happened could not get out. Mordechai had faith that Black Box would handle the evidence of the two primary scenes, all that remained was to find out what had happened to cause the chain reaction train wreck that Halloween had become.

Alexandria sat morosely as a blush stole across her countenance. If he didn't know better the killer would swear that each sip of alcohol was having the same effect on Alex, as it would have had on a human. Either she was up for an Oscar or something was truly wrong. Her lips parted as she started her explanation by absolving the young killer of blame, and entreating him to follow Mordechai's instructions. Her explanation was short, and made sense... if human blood ran in her veins. He had never heard of a vampire becoming high, nor drunk, yet this seemed to be what his colleague was saying had happened to her. He listened as her voice lowered, his enhanced hearing easily capturing every whispered word. As she let the last words slip out, a quiet thank you, the killer reached over enveloping her drink in one massive paw and removing it from her before he spoke.

"I have utmost faith in Black Box. Their CEO does not accept failure nor substandard work. They will fix what I asked them to." Pausing he turned to the fledgling male seated at the table. "Not long ago this female gave you the gift of being one of us. Return that kindness that kept you from an eternity as worm bait, and see her safely home." Turning his attention once more to the allurist the corner of his lips twitched upwards once, the sign that he laughed inside. "As for you, while you have provided a most entertaining Halloween, I must go now, my kennedy awaits me." Slipping a Lucky from the pack in his pocket, he reached over with the speed that only one who had studied with Klae could learn, and tucked it in her cleavage as he stood and turned to the exit. "My advice? stick to tobacco"