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The first thing that strikes anyone when they enter the club, if they’re familiar with it that is, is the colour change. The usual amber lights that seem to create a warm glow in the dimly lit place have been replaced by red lamps, creating a more sinister feel to the atmosphere of the club. The red lighting however wasn’t the only light source as a number of candles had been carefully ensconced around the club. The gaming machines are on, but they have been covered in yards of black fabric, as has almost every other surface in the club; the idea being to create an opulent feel for the night’s festivities. The music for the evening is symphonic metal with the likes of Nightwish and Epica emanating from the speakers. While the music is appropriately loud, it’s not so load that people cannot carry on a conversation. The staff are also in costume for the evening but rather than sticking to the red and black theme, the staff are all in gold so that they are distinguishable from the guests.

A couple of bouncers stands at the entrance of the club, their function being two fold; they are there to help maintain order but more importantly they are there to make sure that no-one with a pulse is admitted as the function is exclusively for vampires. The bouncers are distinguishable not only through their golden cravats but through their overly large physical forms, as they all fall on the path of the killer.

Each vampire that enters has their hand stamped with a small crescent moon once they’ve paid the modest cover charge. Showing the stamp at the door allows the wearer to come and go as they please.

The bar is well stocked, the staff are friendly and the night is full of promise.

*The killer saw and advert online, a vampire only party. He knew the establishment and sent a quick email to kennedy before dressing to fit the code. Leather pants and New Rocks were topped by a silk shirt and velvet frock coat. Tying a scarf about his neck the killer made the short walk around the corner. Mordechai entered Night Mode, looking down at the smallish bouncer as he headed towards the shadows at the end of the bar, swaying slightly to the ethereal tones of Simone Simons.*

The music had a steady, calming beat. The songstress a clear, soaring voice. Once more Mordechai wondered at the calming influence of music on him. The anger and rage dissipated almost as if it had never been. It appeared as tho he had arrived early, and as he glanced around he ordered a high iron refreshment from the bar. A flash of scarlet caught his eye, and the sight before him froze him in place. Lorelai, master of the sack dress, was receiving a stamp, and crossing the bar. In a beautiful skin baring black and scarlet ball gown. Taking his glass, he moved forward, following the blonde across the dance floor Lorelai?

A small smile crossed his lips as Lorelai mentioned his kennedy' name "I have notified her, she should be here soon." He knew the young telepath feared him, but did not fully understand the reason why. No matter, he let the smile broaden slightly hoping to offset that fear. "You look very beautiful tonight. An excellent choice of dress, it compliments your coloring well" Taking a sip of the crimson drink he carried, he motioned towards the bar, "May I get you a refreshment? They are serving cocktails that are palatable for us." He was careful not to touch her, as he knew her trust in him was fragile.

Lofyn was a stranger to Nightmode. Her ethereal white hair, alabaster skin, and love for corsets and platform boots sure fit in here. Her long gown flowed over the dance floor, parasol open and resting idle on her shoulder. She had opted to wear relatively flat boots, traditional Victorian fare with heels less than an inch tall. But that did nothing to make her any shorter. Being six feet tall was definitely different.

She approached the bar slowly, floating more than she walked, and said ever so softly, "May I have a...glass?" She still didn't like asking outright for blood. It struck her as awkward.

Taking a sip he nodded to Lorelei as his eyes tracked the statuesque blonde that had just entered. "Yes, I think Pru would enjoy it here" Subconsciously the killers hands lightl caressed the velvet, as he was once more reminded that no holster sat beneath it. His foot tapped gently to the music as he drained his glass setting it down on a nearby table. The music had set the mood, calming the beast inside. "Would you honor me with a dance?" Slowly he reached out a hand towards the diminutive telepath. A twinkle lit his eyes "I dont bite, much"