Another alternative-ish club. This place faces a smaller number of townies, but is still often inhabited by teenygoths. It is split into two roughly equal areas by a thick brick wall, each area is about four by eight meters, one containing the bar and a number of fixed tables and seats and the other containing the DJ booth and dancefloor.
Tanya steps into the club at the head of the pack. The bouncers look like they're going to try to stop the group when they see Laurel's knives, but Tanya quickly straightens them out with a few well-placed commands. With the bouncers running down the street to take a swim in the sea, no-one else looks set to interfere, although it's dark enough now to be less noticable. The place was at the height of activity for the night, the bar area was filling and the dance floor was mostly busy except for the occasional blunder by the DJ. Tanya looks back at her pack. "We could just go postal on them, but I must say I would like a bit of cat and mouse..."
"Perhaps we should keep things quiet tonight, so we don't drag problems along until tomorrow. When we have no greater concerns we will be able to afford more trouble." Kiska stands beside Tanya for now, eyeing up potential subjects, looking for individuals with practical applications.
Laurel nods, her knives would have found new homes in the bouncers throats were it not for Tanya's quick words. She was still chuckling slightly to herself at the idea of them going to dunk their heads a bit.
"I think that's smart. After tomorrow we can raise all the hell we want. I'm game if you all are, for something more subtle."
At that she scans the crowd, smirking. This place reeked of pathetic types, self absorbed sots. It should be fun. She watches a few of them drinking and dancing, narrowing her eyes as she picks out one sitting alone.
Oscar liked the Ductus' first idea. Cat and mouse was his game. He frowns as the other two seem to vote it down. It's not like Tanya to be voted down.
"When we play, we should all play the same game. What game shall we play, Ductus?"
There is a tension in Oscar, a barely restrained urge to kill, to draw it out, to revel in blood and death. He can be quiet or he can bathe in blood, but he doesn't want to play alone tonight.
Tanya snarls, although not at her companions. "You are right. Fuck me, being in an anarch city is going to be such a drag." Someone overhears and tries to be make a clever remark but only fails abysmally, Tanya freezes for a second then glances back at the pack. "Okay fuck the games, kill who you want but kill them with mortal means, try not to leave anyone obviously drained." She lashes out and grabs the attempted wit by the neck before smashing his face against the bar. To his misfortune, his drink is directly in the way and he gets a facefull of glass which leaves him howling and bleeding everywhere.
Kiska smiles thinly, the fresh hot blood was drawing the beast and it has to struggle to avoid losing control. Ignoring the noise that resulted from Tanya's attack, it picks a loner in a dark corner and pushes him back in ferociously before smashing his head back against the wall to concuss him. It lifts the body up and presses it against the wall before biting down and drawing much-needed blood. Thanks to the darkness of the corner it looks like it's just kissing the young man's neck.
Oscar laughs in sheer glee, the feral savagery showing in his cat's eyes. Placing a hand on the bar he vaults over it, positioning himself so that as he clears the counter the toecap of his boot impacts the barman's temple.
As the unexpected assault fells the pretty boy, Oscar lands on all fours out of sight behind the bar, whereupon he grabs the remaining barmaids ankles and brings her down to his level. The muffled sounds of a struggle can just barely be heard as Oscar takes her much-needed blood before repeatedly pounding her head into the floor.
(so this is how we don't draw attention to ourselves.........oh well)
Laurel watches her packmates move off, nodding only slightly to Tanya as she passes her and the boy with a face full of glass. She smirked as she realized if the sot lived it would be the last time he tried to make a pass at a woman in a bar.
She made her way to the one she'd picked out, he had since risen and had been dancing before all the commotion, but was now moving back. She caught up with him and grinned.
"Hey, you, wanna dance?" She said, pressing herself up against him and sounding confident as she'd learned from her sire. He didn't look impressed at first, but nodded, suddenly, starting to move with her and the few others who used the fight as background music for a bit of rougher dancing.
After a minute she stepped back, doing her best impression of an enraged girl who'd just been pushed to far, and she hauled off and backhanded him, careful not to use her full strength, but he still taggered and fell, probably drunk. Since they were kind of out of the way near another corner, she got down on her knees beside him, making it look as if she was checking to make sure he was ok. Really, she was biting and taking a few quick pulls of blood.
With all the staff conveniently in flight or discarded, Tanya didn't have to deal with any serious problems as other patrons were only concerned with fleeing and attending to those already injured. One hand snags a glass from a table as she moves through to the dance floor, the flashing lights and weaving bodies make her barely discernible in the crowd. She finds a male that still moves competently enough to be reasonably sober and moves in close to him, he inhuman strength suprising him as she draws him close and slips her other hand into his pants. Once securely there she releases her hold on his back and grips his throat before crushing the glass against his groin and grinding the shards into his flesh, permanently saving him from the dangers of parenthood although he probably wouldn't thank her for it. With her prey suitably muffled and incapacitated, Tanya held him up on his feet and bit into his neck, drawing deeply of his rapidly draining blood. In the confusion of the dance floor, it was unlikely anyone would notice the brief flash of her fangs before they sank in.
Kiska wastes little time with it's first supply, quickly drawing enough blood to leave the human unsteady but not enough to require hospitalisation. The human probably wouldn't share his close encounter with someone of indeterminate gender anyway. It slips the unconscious body to the floor and moves under more control now the thirst was not so strong. It was still far from full though and headed for the DJ next, the last of the staff, and fuelled by the blood now it tripped her over and pinned her to the floor with ease. A couple of catcalls and whistles are heard as Kiska leans in close to take more blood from her neck. Some day Kiska was going to have to set the world straight on what gender it is, technically.
Oscar's still busy behind the bar, he's disposed of the barmaid and moves on to the barman, taking his fill of blood before once again smashing his head into the concrete floor. Oscar's in the mood for blunt trauma today and no-one seems in the mood to get bahind the bar and stop him.
That done, his sense of irony kicks in and he heads over to the entrance to play bouncer for a while. He is, after all, wearing a suit.
Tina and Arnold had been watching the club for a few nights now, waiting for signs of activity from the living dead. They had never expected to see something so utterly brazen and in their shock more lives are damaged and destroyed. They were only supposed to be watching and stalking, but the sight of the monster on the dancefloor drinking the life of it's prey was too much and Tina reached into her handbag and pulled out her pistol, aiming it at the creature's back and firing. The bullet hits Tanya and stops dead, falling to the floor with the incendiary tip sizzling and making a small pool of light on the floor. Tina only stares in horror at the ineffective hit. The crowd panics and scatters in response to the gunshot, but with all the staff disabled the music keeps pounding around them. They flee in all directions, most of them heading towards the front door and Oscar finds fifteen terrified humans rushing his way. The few others cower in corners or stand around in drunken confusion, one in particular seems more acceptant than the others and draws a knife from one pocket of his jeans as he advances on Tanya from the side.
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Tanya doesn't immediately stop, she savours the blood for a moment longer then idly licks the wound shut and drops him to the floor where he curls up and looks in horror at the blood soaking through his trousers. She glances across at the knife-wielder, then turns around to face the gun-wielder. "Try that again, with meaning, then when you fail again and realise you are outnumbered two to one you can beg for your life."
Kiska's head jerks up as it hears the gunshot, but seeing Tanya unhurt it follows her leisurely pace and drops the DJ to the floor as it stands and slowly advances across the dance floor.
Of course, it's only by coincidence that Oscar is perfectly placed to prevent Tanya's assailants' escape through the main doors, but he attributes it to his own genius. Surveying the scene he moves aside to allow the prey to escape. Better to winnow out the useless ones before the fun begins.
Standing back he seperates the predators and prey in his own mind, entirely unhurried.
Pleasemen will come now with their flashing lights and their silly guns. Silly Pleasemen.
Laurel had sealed the wound shut, leaving him to sleep on the floor. She'd taken just enough to satisfy the edge of her hunger, and might have liked one more, but then the shot rang out.
She stood and walked out, taking note of the girl with the gun and the human who'd drawn a knife. She stopped about ten feet away or so, drawing one of her bowies. She smirked, looked like there was going to be alot more fun tonight than she'd thought. She wondered what that stuffy Baron would say.
It slowly dawns on the pair how much danger they're in as they see Laurel and Kiska approaching from the sides. The woman grits her teeth in determination and snaps down the trigger twice in quick succession but despite her best efforts the first shot whips past Tanya's arm and the second only skims over her shoulder, not even grazing her skin. The man moves in with his knife, muttering a prayer as he does, and slashes hard at Tanya's side. The blade cuts through her skin but doesn't penetrate deep enough to seriously hurt her. Tanya takes one level of damage
Kiska walks up to the woman and regards her neutrally, though it remains ready to avoid the gun if it comes it's way. Tanya might be crazy enough to face down bullets, but Kiska wasn't so keen on the idea. "Why don't you just hand that over now? You're going to die no matter how hard you try."
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