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The setting sun shed it's last few lights upon the cityscape of New York City before being consumed wholly by the distant oceans horizon. The city was busy, every day, all day and night. Beneath the busy city streets, however, there is a world of darkness. This world is much like our own with all of the ups and downs of real life. On the brighter side familie's grow and prosper togather; men and women go to work and church oblivious; children attend their schools and play in their playgrounds. If you scratch the surface you see a more sick side of that same reality. Some of those men and women as murderers, drug cartel leaders, and other such bad professions. Broken minds wander homelessly through the streets, their psyche crying for salvation or even a warm meal and a bed for a single night.

The difference is what lies in the true world of darkness. Many of the denizens of this world make the Murderers and Rapists of the mortal eye appear as if they were fit to aid in a nursery school. Blood sucking monsters of eternal damnation, Feral lupine creatures that ravage the cities destroying technology, even creatures of myth and fairy tales that feed from the hopes and fears of mortals. New York City is no exception of the rule, infact, it is one of the more dangerous cities on the continant. The masquerade is apparently broken every night as the city is contested between the forces of the Camarrilla and the dread Sabbat. It is in this city that we begin the story and in a small penthouse where Seth lives that this chapter shall begin in.


As soon as the last rays of sunlight left the horizon and true night fell upon the land, the eyelids of the dead man named Seth Brennon fluttered and shot open. Sitting up from his plush bed he looked around the windowless lamplit room. He smiled slightly to himself. Another day, another chance to make a million he thought to himself as he proceeded to get himself ready for the nights events. He stretched slightly before dressing himself in his nice clothes he stood infront of the mirror with a smile. He looked over his form admirably with those almost hypnotic steel grey irises. Standing a nearly Five feet and ten inches tall or one and seven hundred and fifty-three one thousandth meters and weighing one hundred and fifty-five pounds or fifty seven and eighty-five one hundreds Kg. The hair wax put in his hair that helped him slick it back made his dark brown hair actually look black. After spending a few moments getting over how undeniably attractive he looked tonight he turned and walked for the door grabbing the keys to his car.

Leaving the building he approached the black two thousand and three mustang convertable, disabling the alarm and getting in. Settling into the leather seat he put on the belt and started up the car listening to it purr for a few moments. When he was satisfied he kicked the car into gear and entered traffic, navigating it easilly as he worked his way to the most popular place for those of his kind...

The Bloody Mary was the third largest night club in all of New York City, it was easily three stories tall and had a dance floor on each level, the bottom floor was almost entirely one dancefloor. Upon entering the nightclub one would notice that they are not on the first floor like they would thought but actually on the second floor. A balcony that goes around the entire wall of the club so that people wouldn't fall over the edge and down a good twenty feet into the first floor which was actually the basement but when the club was being remodeled they "kicked" out the floor and made the basement(which used to be storage) into a giant dance floor. the DJ booth was all the way up to the third floor in the far corner. As for refreshments, all floors had a bar to meet all of ones drinking prerequisites.

Seth could hear the blasting of the euro-techno music as he turned the corner onto the street where the entrance to the club parking lot was. He smiled slightly and pulled into a nice parking spot, fairly close to the building it was quite early in the evening after all and he planned on staying at the club until close unless something more important came up. The neonate vampire got out of his car and activated the alarm as he walked up to the doors the guard only smiled as he slipped past him and entered the already filling club. Quickly, Seth ventured to the far end of the club where the up designated staircase traveled upwards. Ascending slowly he made his way up the spiral staircase. The third floor was mainly empty but then again it was for special people like Seth and V.I.P.'S..... Seth strolled over to an empty table away from everyone else and sat... He sat and waited, for what though is not quite known.
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Weither by conicidence or other wise, Siren was on the same floor just across the room, staring down a man who had decided to challenge her drinking record... She slammed her shot glass down, and watched as the man across from her did the same... She picked up another one and downed it in one go... The man reached for another and swayed dangerously... Siren smiled at him as he grabbed it and took a sip then fell over with a loud thunk... The people who had gathered around them exploded with noise as bets were pain and earnings were collected... Siren laughed and stood, moving to a dark corner... She watched the people for several moments before somone caught her eye... She stood abruptly and walked over to him... She had never gone out of her way to speak to one of the breathen before but somthing told her to just do it... She stoped at the oppisite side of his table...

Siren: This seat taken? Good...

Without waiting for an awnser she slid into it and surveyed him, waiting for him to voice a protest or complaint...


OOC: Ah! Sorry for the short post... Haveta go..
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Seth looked over the womans body and raised an eyebrow. She looked like the classic goth chick in a sense but there was something strange about her, the unusual mortis palor of her skin perhaps. His eyes narrowed as he shot a glare into her eyes. Those cold uncaring eyes. How he wanted to bathe her in purifying flames right there but the right was not his and since she was not breaking the masquerade it was impossible anyway. Finally he opened his mouth to speak, seemingly venom dripping from each syllable as the words came out.

Seth Is there something I can help you with, Sabbat?
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[color=firebrick][size=1] Raellyra, who'd been about to walk past the table as Seth spoke, paused, then continued on her way, striding towards her current sucker. Matt.

"Saide," Matt grinned jovially. "I was beginning to wander if you'd abandoned me."

She grimaced. First of all, she was sick of the name Saide, at least for now. Second, she was sick of this guys [i]happiness[/i]. "Yeah, sorry for that. Look, I've met some friends," she went on, thinking fast. "So I can't stay with you tonight, okay. Good." She spun around and left, making her way back to the table she'd passed before. "Hi. Nice to meet you both. This seat taken?" Not waiting for an answer, she sat down. "I'm Andrella, by the way."

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I'm going out. :blush: [/color][/size]
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[color=indigo][I]Ryoko looked around. Her catlike eyes scanned the forest. She needed more hunting grounds. She'd already drained every homless person in the area. She looked around irritatedly.

Her thirst pulled at her throught, bluured her thoughts, she saw red out the corner of her eyes wherever she looked. she growled lightly as her ong slender fingers stroked her cats fur.

She thought wearily as she sat on the roof, bored out of her mind. She was ashamed of herself. She knew herself difrent. She needed dicipline. she had the skill, the power,the hunger, but she lacked what she needed to get by fairly. She wondered if she should go to the only place she'd known as home once she was turned. Central Park.

She grinned to herself slightly, scopping the kitten up in one arm she jumped down to the upstairs balconey of the old french style New Orleans home.

She sat in an old reclining chair, her cat in her lap. She wondered at how to "catch" a plane...[/I][/color]
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