Driven by anger and vengeance . . .

[Charlotte the XIV]

Knocking the door down to the tavern, Charlotte crossly walked over to the bar, her curls bouncing slightly. She ordered a bottle of wine, not even looking up at the face of the bartender, tracing the grains of the wood with her finger. Not only had the ride on the air ship been exhausting and noisy, but she had grown incredibly hungry and hadn't been able to eat because of the amount of people watching her every move. I can feel him, he's close, but not close enough, she mused to herself, wrapping a perfect cork screw curl around her finger.

Finally looking up as the bartender gave her a bottle of fine wine, she opened it and through the cork onto the ground. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the bottle to her mouth, ignoring the scratched glass that had come with the bottle, and began gulping the wine down. She stopped, and looked at the face of the drunk who had decided to see if he had a chance with her. A large scowl on her face, she put down the bottle and looked at the man. He wasn't ugly, but obviously drunk. With a small smirk, she punched him nonchalantly, letting him fall off the barstool onto the floor.

Giving the girl a glare, the bartender wiped down the spot where the drunk's blood had splattered, then went to help another customer. Seeing a spot of blood the bartender missed, she wiped a bit off with her index finger, and, making sure the drunk saw, stuck it into her mouth, savoring the much needed blood. She turned back to the bottle and continued draining it until it was empty. Content, she looked back at the drunk, who was still gathering himself.

"Hey. Sorry about that," she said, the smirk reappearing on her face, "I feel like I should do something to apologize. A dance, perhaps?" The drunk thought about it, then nodded, grinning evilly to himself. She led him out to the dance floor, letting her body touch him and then, pushed him toward the wall. Kissing him, her lips moved to his neck slowly. Laughing, she bit hard on the vein as she opened his mouth to protest, but closed it as he sank down the wall, dying.

Licking her lips, she returned to the bar, dusting off her hands. That was pretty good, although he was infected with some disease that made him taste funny. Oh well. I've always got tonight to wash the taste off, she thought, viewing the dance floor, looking for another tasty snack.

[BokunetSuMaro]

Boku walked into the tavern, as he did every long boring night that he was not with Tenshi, and took a seat at the bar. He motioned for the bar tender and ordered a large mug of ale. He looked around at the usual drunks and the usual bar hopping individuals of Fyia. He hated nights like this, when he was not with Tenshi, when he was alone. He turned back to the bar and took a gulp of his ale lettle the cold drink rest on his tounge for a moment before sollowing. Boku set the drink on the bar and looked behind him at the scantly covered dance floor, he looked at the various people and the waiter tending to the orders of the people in the tavern. His eyes stopped on a figure limply slouched against the wall, he could see blood streaming from the mans neck and onto the hardwood floor. Boku looked around again then got up and walked to the lifeless figure on the ground.

Boku moved cautiously to the obviously dead man, and crouched down beside him looking at the wound on his neck. He saw two puncure wounds, apparently the cause of his death, instantly upon gazing at the wound he new it was a vampire that had done this to him. He turned around and walked back to the bar once again gulping on his ale.

[glow=red,2,300]"Hey, you notice anything or anyone stange here tonight?"[/glow]

Boku askws the bar tender. The man was of an older age with short balding gray hair, he had a rag on his shoulder that he used to dry off the freashly wshed glasses. He looked at Boku and shuged.

[glow=White,2,300]"No not really, except for one woman who came in here earlier, just before you."[/glow]

He pointed to the dead man Boku had earlier seen.

[glow=White,2,300]"She did that. Asked her for a dance and that is what he got instead, but besides that not really...Joe threw up four times instead of three this time, hasn't past out yet either."[/glow]

He bar tender walked back to the tap and refilled Boku's mug. Boku nodded his thanks and began to look around the Tavern once again watching the people dancing while drinking his ale.

[Charlotte the XIV]

Still trying to decide whether the handsome, rich-looking man in the corner would taste better than the suave, mysterious man showing off on the dance floor, Charlotte almost didn't notice someone inspecting her handiwork. Almost. But because she was a vampire and had that extra six sense that twinged whenever something interesting went on, she did notice. Normally, she wouldn't be half as careless as she had been tonight, but it was a small tavern filled with too many people and she had doubted anyone had even noticed.

Her eyes followed the man as he returned to the bar and asked if anything odd had happened, an almost amused half-smile on her face. Let him find me. I need some fun tonight, she thought, giggling to herself. She hardly ever had time to play with her victims, but tonight she had time. I make him think I'm attracted, kill any suspicion or doubts that I'm human, pretend to get romantically involved, then enjoy. The blood's always better with that element of surprise and fear in it. Talking about blood . . .

Glancing quickly back at the man to make sure she hadn't been identified, she went on the dance floor, greeting the mysterious man with a coy smile. "Hullo," she purred, and pulled him near the nearest exit to the alley by the collar. Flashing a smile, she pushed him outside the door and giggled. To make up for staying in that bloody airship for so long . . . Taking a deep breath, she bit into his neck slowly, letting her teeth slowly puncture the soft skin.

Sucking silently, she glanced back at the man's face, savoring the look of fear. Suddenly incredibly disgusted, she threw the man on the ground, wiping off the blood from her face with her hand. What am I doing? I'm supposed to be hunting down Damion, and yet here I am, having fun. God dammit . . . And I'm being reckless, too.

Wincing, she walked back into the tavern, and sat down at the bar. "Another wine, please," she said to the bartender, tapping her fingers on the bar table. The sooner she started looking for him, the better.