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A crack of thunder rolled against the sky, as the clouds enclosed over Harper Rock. Nishaa wasn’t on her best form tonight – her competition had just ended and she had a few wounds from the Paladin’s down in the sewers, she knew one – just ONE had the blade she was after, why did she have to pick the most stupidest thing to acquire, and she was the one that picked it. She murmured as she limped her way through the streets, every now and again her eyes would cast upwards to look at the dark clouds as they thickened and formed what were soon to be storm clouds. She knew what they were, how they looked – they were the same clouds that had her bumping in Micah. Her first real proper one on one with him. She didn’t mind storms. Her hair, not so much. Though, she didn’t care about her appearance.

Tonight the woman wore pipe, black jeans and her raven coloured hair was tightly pushed back in a clip, silver. A few curls were astray on her face. They had refused to hide within it’s place. Her onyx orbs were looking around the streets curiously for a bite to eat, or as she liked to put it as food to go. Shan had taught her well on that one. The woman was always hungry, a dire need of blood always there, she never left the walls of the Eyrie for long – paranoia usually embraced her. Plus, her fangs never hid from the humans – so she came out to feed when the humans should be in bed, and there would maybe one or two on the streets – ripe for the picking.

Nishaa wore a plaid white blouse, it had a few buttons undone – she didn’t like to feel constricted it was a pet hate of hers. She pulled her phone from her pocket and began to text Micah, asking if there were any hunts tonight – to see if she needed to be back at the Eyrie at a decent time for the usual hunt gathering, so she waited – and as she waited she continued to walk, zig zagging through streets until she came to Wickbridge. She had always liked Wickbridge, it had mighty fine buildings, and that gate – that silver shiny gate that held the undead horde inside, it was always pleasant to smell the rotting flesh within.

So Nishaa turned, and headed into the Metronome Club. Perhaps she could catch a bite to eat within.

Nishaa hadn’t been in the club long. She had been to the bar and ordered a blood drink a vampire owned the bar, she knew this – she knew the owner briefly too, had seen her out and about. So she knew there would be blood on the side, for the vampire customers which happened to be a few, some she recognised from a glance and some, she didn’t know – and couldn’t be bothered to go out of her way to know. Nishaa wasn’t the most social of butterflies. (Unless you were Andras, or Tytonidae.) Which were too far, and between. Nishaa hated socialising with people who were outside her circle of peeps, unless that person happened to be her meal for the night – which is what she was on the prowl for now.

With a drink in her hand she meandered her way through the crowd on her meandering she did notice a table of what looked like minors, but they were in here – so they couldn’t have been, they had their bags and other things on a table, all piled on top of each other like a leaning tower of pizza of some kind. She shook her head before turning her head to the crowd of people on the dance floor, but before she turned her head – she did catch a glimpse of a woman, a very pretty woman making her way to the dance floor with her friends at her hips – coming from the exact table she had gawking at previously.

She watched them, with her curious onyx orbs. They way their bodies moved when Ellie Goulding – Burn came on. People screamed out of enjoyment. You could practically smell the sweat coming from the floor, but there Nishaa was propped against the wall of Metro, with her drink in her hands and a green straw propped in the thick liquid, if anyone were to ask her what she was drinking she’d tell them straight what it was. Bloody Mary A human wouldn’t bat an eyelid at that, why would they?

They’d be too drunk to care.

Nishaa was already back inside the club, and was pressed against the counter of the bar. There were a swarm of human bodies around her – pushing against her, trying to get to the bar, and around her sometimes. Bastards wanted to get served before her. They’d have to walk over her dead body before that would happen, sometimes she would shove at a person who got too close, with a death stare, that usually made them wander off. Nishaa wasn’t a force to be reckoned with when she was a pissy mood, and right now she was in a pissy mood probably because of that Trentyn guy too. She couldn’t believe what he was trying to do. The tall man, came to her then his breath stank of alcohol, obviously getting customers to buy him a drink. She knew that tactic once.

• “BLOODY MARY, EXTRA ON THE BLOOD.”

She threw this guy a wink, he knew what she was after and he went off to prepare the drink. One guy asked what that was and she smiled sweetly at him telling him it was tomato juice with vodka, put the guy right off. That was what she wanted. Who the **** in their right mind would even try that ****? She sure as hell wouldn’t. She needed blood, especially since she caught a whiff of it from outside, as the guy gave her, her drink and she handed him a green paper she turned from the bar and headed for an empty table. Where she sat down to look at the crowd of people.

What she didn’t fail to notice was the woman she had saved was coming back in she looked decent, not even shaken up – then she heard the shouts of blood, from a random bystander. Some other people shouted too, because that was what cattle did – they followed the herd. She snickered and brought the glass to her lips and took a sip – the metallic taste was refreshing.

She caught the woman’s eye – the one she had saved, and threw her a wink, and held her drink up to the woman, in a silent toast. That had to make her interested surely. She smiled then, this time showing off her fangs that she had managed to hide so well.

The woman Nishaa had been watching now seemed to be making her way through the crowd – frantic to find the way out of the club. The heat from the cluster of people on the dancefloor, smelt glorious, sweat and adrenaline mixed together but now, Nishaa had eyes for only one. She was simply divine, and she had to be Nishaa’s. She drained the glass of its contents and placed the empty glass at the edge of the table as she began to weave her own way through the crowd following in the steps that the woman had gone – the scent of blood strong as finally she reached a door. The door handle itself had a bloody handprint on it – to anyone who was looking at It under the influence would think an old Halloween decoration, that had been forgotten.

She could hear the laughed – the patter of rain dropped on her skin as she moved a little forward. The scent of blood filled her nostrils. Nishaa had come to the end of her hunt – and after all that, well it wasn’t all that interesting. Though she could tell the human wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around her – the woman had witnessed a murder, who would be paying attention? Nishaa snickered then.

• ”Why aren’t you running?”

She asked the woman, as she slipped around the woman, so she was now face to face with the woman.

• ”Or phoning the police – or even screaming?”

She scoffed. Nishaa leaned in closer so her lips were mere inches from her ear.

• ”It’s because you like it..”

She lifted her head then revealing the canine’s of her teeth and plunged her head down into her neck and began to drink deeply, the blood absorbed itself into Nishaa’s being, sustaining her – nourishing her, quenching her thirst as she began to drink and drink and drink. She didn’t want to see this woman die – she’d usually drink, and then let them walk away, all dazed and confused.

Nishaa smiled as she removed her fangs and looked at this woman. She knew exactly what she wanted to do then. Without much hesitation she lifted her wrist up, bit into it – so dark blood oozed free, and pushed her wrist against Marjani’s lips forcing her to the drink the vampire blood, to die – and then to come back a vampire.