Hot Young Things. (Invite Only)

[Kaspar]

Indie had swooned in his arms, the woman always so pliant and yet hungry for his kisses, for his attention. He liked it. It was hard not to be distracted, to give himself to it fully but his eyes kept checking on Adley and the strange woman; curiosity really was getting the better of him. As soon as his lips released Indigo his darling Jamie was there, stepping up to the plate and capturing the woman in his own kiss. Some part of Kaspar was surprised, but another reminded him that Jameson was like a love starved puppy, always happy to take the scraps offered him but when it was not readily available he didn't bother to wait and beg. He could take it when he wanted it, and tonight he clearly did. Something one had to learn about Jay, about Mr. Sketchy was that he wasn't shy when it came to what he wanted. A smirk curved his lips as he recalled the night they first met, the night he'd told Jay he could have what he wanted but it came with a price, that he'd own his *** for it. Jay said yes, and here they were. While the pair were preoccupied Hel detached himself, moving the hands that held him, pressing them closer together so that he could join Adley.

The man was moving, trying to wipe the evidence of his public indiscretion away and Kaspar felt both oddly defensive of him and yet furious he'd risked such a move so early in the night. They were literally surrounded by humans, and Kaspar had made a valiant effort to hide his new nature especially in the places he frequented. What was the phrase? Don't **** where you eat? Something vulgar like that. He watched with great interest as the woman who so bothered Adley seemed to steel herself, to grow colder and more thoroughly on the prowl. What was she to Adley? There was only one way to find out. As his new acquaintance grabbed hold of her in that fierce manner, Hel wondered whether he might be preparing to bite her too, to sink in those pearly canines and tear out her throat for interfering. God, he hoped not, he wasn't really in the mood to take sides in others dramas. Relief washed through him as the man merely whispered fiercely against her ear, making any excuse it seemed to push her away, to step back towards the two other vampires and their sweet honey pot.

Kaspar took his chance stepping forward as Adley stepped back, catching him with one arm around his waist. The other arm moved across the man's chest, gripping him gently by the jaw, making sure his face stayed angled towards Xylia. Making sure he had control of him just long enough to ensure he'd caught his breath. "Not so fast." He muttered against the curve of Adley's ear, "Adley, my friend, who is the pretty, crazy looking young woman? Hm? You aren't going to introduce her?" He released the man's jaw, stretching out the hand to present to Xylia. "Hello, I'm Kaspar or Hel if you prefer... Are you joining us or just here to get a rise out of Adley? We are enjoying a lovely, intimate evening amongst many nice, warm bodies..." His voice lowered notably then, taking on a sharper tone as he just about hissed his statement to the pair who were clearly not in the mood to play nice, "Who don't need to witness any disagreements between people like us." His head dropped to the man's shoulder, one arm still firmly around his waist, fingertips splayed across that well defined abdomen as he waited for Xylia to take the other or take her leave. "Friendship, or flee is the name of the game tonight, love. Your choice. I don't plan to ask you twice." His smile was pleasant enough, but there was fire in the depths of his blue eyes.

[Jameson Dade]

Danger, Will Robinson, danger!

He was still kissing Indigo when he felt the hot glare of some sort of animosity on the back of his neck, 'spidy senses' not o much tingling as spasming. There was some lady who had approached their group, and she didn't look all that friendly. And when she spoke, Jameson briefly thought that perhaps she was some sort of odd, jealous ex type. Like maybe she was a one night stand who Adley hadn't called back, and she felt a certain kind of way over it. But that didn't really fit the situation, did it? Too much tension for such an easy answer. And if there was one thing Jay knew, it was the many different faces of 'Whoops, I fucked up'. It was pretty easy to tell that she was a vampire as well, at least from up close. So the first thing he did was carefully shuffle Indigo behind him. Even if the situation didn't look like it was about to go violent. Well. Vampires had a different threshold for that kind of thing. When you could heal almost anything, you didn't think too hard about snapping someone's neck. Unfortunately, the guys didn't have the luxury of playing fast and loose when they had a life on their hands.

He half turned then towards her, while the other guys were talking. "Indie, stick close to Adley for a few moments." He commented before disengaging from the little group. It probably looked as if he'd gotten bored with the whole thing. In truth, he was slowly weaving through the crowd. They were still dancing, bodies mashing together in ways that should have been reserved for the bedroom. He had really been enjoying his night and he wasn't too fond of the extra drama the new lady brought their way. His fingertips delicately moved over bits of exposed flesh. He was touching all of them, every person with a heartbeat in the immediate area. And every step created more intricate a web, like he was weaving something together. He considered calling up Chase, asking the man to come down with a film crew on the off chance things got 'bad'. Not that he suspected that would be the case, but he was surprisingly adept at preparing for situations that were about to go south really fast. Probably because he'd spent most of his life doing exactly that. He decided against the call though. Chase, media mogul, and owner of one of the local news stations, Jameson's thrall, would probably be salty with him if the human showed up and there was no story.

He ended up right back where he began, on the other side of Adley to where Kas stood, so he could press against the man's side, his arm sliding loosely around a middle. They were at the very center of a little hive of connected humans. If need be, Jameson could pull a string or two, and convince all of them to attack. Immediately. And he fully intended to drag Indigo out in the ensuing fight. And that would surely make the news wouldn't it? Huge brawl in the middle of a prominent club? He didn't activate the power, but the potential was there, ready in case it was necessary. Chances were that the others wouldn't notice. Or wouldn't recognize the use of power. Which was fine by him. He preferred people not know the exact extent of his abilities. And so he nudged his cheek against Adley's shoulder, leaning against the man with a certain feline grace. Much like a cat rubbing itself against an owner's legs.

He didn't have to vocalize anything. There was a saying about talk being cheap, and while he was certainly a loquacious son of a ***** when he wanted to be, when the chips were down, he preferred action. So he decided to let the other guys handle all of that. He would remain quiet until necessary, his gaze lingering on the woman who stood in some kind of odd Mexican stand off with them. His preference was for her to leave. He didn't know how sane or stable she was, but the expression didn't give him confidence. His own had lost much of its enthusiasm and euphoria, reverting to contemplative boredom. If she reaches for a weapon, I'll be dragging Indie out of here, and I have some surprise guests if this gets nasty. He spoke directly into the minds of both Kaspar and Adley. Tick tock. Time for crazy face to make a choice. Hopefully this whole thing would be over in time for him to enjoy a needle.

[Indigo]

Indigo felt the heat of Jameson’s kiss abandon her. It was then that she was left making out with the air that was left behind. Her eyes opened, searching to see what she had perhaps missed and found Adley in a moment with a female that was rather attractive. It was then that the order was given. She was supposed to stick close to Adley? How much closer could she get? She was already close enough to see the intensity between the two. It was evident in the eyes, in the lean of the woman to speak to Adley then he in turn towards her neck but shifting his course at the last second to her ear. Well, it was getting more cozy by the sweaty seconds that were passing.

Close she was, her body nearly against the back of his as she swayed her hips back and forth behind his back. Her hands moved to the music floating upward as her long fingers snapped to the beat that was leading the bodies around her. Each time she turned to see who was around her it was a different face bathed in a glow of a different hue of overhead lighting. Her inspiration was not taking a hit from the interaction in front of her. Indigo was on fire, flying high and was not planning on coming back down unless she was reeled in. Until then her hips moved, her hands rode the air above as her long fingers snapped to the beat that was leading the bodies around her. Each time she turned it was a different face bathed in a glow of a different hue of overhead lighting. She was just another hot blooded body moving to the beat and avoiding the crime of parking on the dance floor.

The music switched and a funky beat arrived. It took over Indigo and she soon was switching between the woman behind her and the male in the front. Slow and a sinfully smooth sandwiching effect became the new flow to surrender to. It was only when her eyelids opened randomly that she caught sight of what appeared to be the three guys catching up with the woman they knew. Make that the two guys because Jameson dissolved into the crowd and her indigo orbs could only track him until the female in front of her turned and had a few new moves to add to the mix much to Indigo’s surprise. A hot hand fastened to over the deep hip hugging line that divided caramel skin and white skirt. Dark brown eyes were getting closer to her own until she felt the sweep of another body behind her moving in. Her blonde frizzy ringlets whipped to the left with her head and she swayed back then met the body back in front of her. There was no interest in having any other faces in her space except the currently occupied three.

More from the back than she was feeling comfortable with had Indigo wiggling rather creatively out of the center of the sweat, music induced moving sandwich. Her mind buzzed, her body hummed as the length of her body danced slowly behind her solid, pleasure induced anchors. She inhaled them in as she turned and rolled her hips back so that she tapped at their hips, their *** and generally floated around them while they visited with their friend. A few more moves and there she was back close to Adley just like Jay asked and it was then that she finally focused on what appeared a few good men looking ready to be bad. Her dancing slowed until she too was standing. The tip of her tongue curled over her top lip as she exhaled a little more heat into the air they all were sharing. It was one of those moments where it was a toss up as to whether you were welcome to interrupt and introduce yourself or not. She watched and waited.

[Xylia]

In her early teens, Xylia decided she would have no expectations of people in the department of understanding her actions. Thus no blaming of others for not understanding why she does what she does. When no one understood her she would be unpredictable, which was good against those who hunts her. A wild animal she’d become over the years. Getting through to her would be like traversing through a pitch black forest. A forest she hoped others would stay away from, lest they get lost in never-ending darkness filled with hungry beasts lurking at every corner, and she would be nowhere near to save them. Thus, she always took off before one could get the idea of understanding her.

Through misty vision, she caught the look of confusion in Ad’s eyes as she went up to him. Their short childhood together had only been the beginning of her misery. She had unknowingly saved him by leaving him and the town behind back then, and now she was doing it again except without doing the latter. Such irony.

When cold fingers hooked onto her nape, Xy felt her body tense like a spring being pressed down on, ready to spring up the moment it was released. For a second, she fret he would do the thing she’d warned him against few months back. With still dim senses, she felt more than saw her eyes lock on his form out of their corners, following him even as he retreated into the comfort of his clique while she stayed where she stood. It took her a moment longer than usual to connect the dots and realize that there had been a miscommunication between them, though one could hardly call what had just occurred communicating. She had not meant a taste for her blood but in fact a taste of the shadow realm for taking a risk in being seen by hunters who could be amongst these mortals enjoying their night off or even vampires who hunts their own kind for putting the whole race at risk of being found out by mortals. A small part of her wondered how Ad would react had he truly gotten her hidden message. He probably would not care, she guessed. What exactly would it take for the Necromancer to learn?

Before she could make her next move, a lean blonde haired guy stepped up beside Ad as he’d been stepping back, putting an arm around the tan-skinned male’s waist and the other gripping Ad’s chin as if he might want to kiss him, but was in fact angling Ad’s face in her direction. She looked at the blonde guy as he spoke to Ad in a barely audible tone, though not low enough that it would escape her trained ears. Crazy. It was another word people used to describe her, especially after her fights were concluded, and no one would question them. In fact, most would agree with them.

The blonde guy she now knew as Kaspar or Hel, was now trying to make them take the hint that there were humans around that did not need to witness whatever he thought they were planning to do. Well, the usual Xylia was constantly fully aware of her surroundings and would have no intentions of starting a scene in the middle of a club full of mortals, but this was not the usual Xylia. The rational Xylia had been pushed to the backseat, her thought process was not moving as fast as it usually would. Overall, she wasn’t sure where this was going.

Friendship or flee he says. She looked at Kaspar, then to his offered hand. Thinking back, had there truly been any friendship between Ad and her? She had left him behind without notice in the past and recently betrayed him for her faction (at least that was what he thought). Was this how friendship worked?

Her right hand twitched in an attempt to regain control over her physical self.

Now that Ad had finally found people who could truly have that relationship with him, did she want to ruin it for him?

Her right hand shivered with effort as it began to raise slightly against the other's control. A thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead from the internal struggle.

‘I’ll always be here.’ The voice of her childhood nightmare echoed within the confines of her mind. Luminous blue eyes widened and her hand faltered.

The last two members that formed Ad’s new clique had finally decided that they did not fancy the hold up in their fun, and Xylia could feel the building anxiety filling the air above them. It was then in her peripheral vision that she caught the third guy in their clique going off somewhere, appearing to have gotten bored with the situation. Then again, why would he leave the mortal woman he had been so involved in earlier behind? Furthermore they had all seemed to be trying so hard to protect her. He had not gotten bored, Xylia assessed. He was up to something. A short while later she noticed him return but this time on the other side of Ad. A welcome party was clearly the last thing on his mind. He had gone in a roundabout she noted. Though she had not seen which way he had gone she could make a rough guess at what had occurred.

Xylia briefly glanced at the mortal woman staying close to Ad. From where she stood, it seemed like they were surrounding Ad. A picture perfect friendship. Ad had a connection with them…

With that her decision was made. If there had been any friendship between them, it was unneeded. The option she chose would be neither of the two offered to her, though it would appear like she had chosen the latter to them.

In the lapse of persistence to take Kaspar’s hand,the slight gain in control over her body slipped away and her right hand slapped Kaspar's outstretched hand away from her.

What was supposed to be a cold mocking scoff broke through as heart-wrenching despondency as Xylia took a few steps back.

‘Run, run, run…’ Echoed in her mind, the same eerie voice from before.

Making her way through wriggling bodies, out of the club she went, and within moments she was untraceable. Recoiling into her dark lonely world.