Autumn walked through the doors just as her favorite song came on. It was one you didn't hear much anymore. 'Is This Real' by Lisa Hall. She didn't stop to sit; she didn't stop to order a drink. She made her way straight to the dance floor and began moving her body seductively to the music. THIS is where she felt most at home, in the middle of the music. She let it run over her skin and closed her eyes with the intensity of it. When she heard the loud bass pumping through the speakers and the rhythmic throb of the people dancing around her, she felt more at one with the world.

The only things she cared about were music and art. They helped her tap into her power. She was a witch by birthright and was beginning to feel as though she were the only one left. Every once in a while she felt the air around her shift and she felt the presence of another supernatural being but it had been years since she felt it the last time. The colder air spoke of a vampire and the warmer air spoke of a Werewolf or Half-breed Shifters had either died or mated with a human to produce a half breed. They just weren't around anymore, like mermaids, unicorns and fairies. Humans had moved onto their lands and they'd all died out. The mermaids however, might still be out there. There were rumors of some fairies, but they hadn't been seen in centuries.

She was at the end of the song when she felt it. A heated expanse of electrified hair swirling around her body. Her eyes opened and then she saw him. He looked to be chiseled from stone, the way he just stood there, leaning against his table, looking. And looking only at her it seemed. And he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed as she had caught him looking. And so the staring war began as she looked at him, her almond shaped eyes trying to peer into him, to see which he was.

Disappointment filled her when she could not tell what he was. He seemed to know that she was thinking it and sent her a smug smirk as he lifted his glass in a mock toast. Not one to be teased, she sent him a warning spike that shocked him for just a moment. He nearly spilled his drink, giving her a shocked look. And it was her turn to send the smirk and turn away. Let him chew on that.

She heard him put his glass down and follow her but as he walked out the door few moments behind her, she was gone. Fading into the dark night as a shadow would. She made it to her home and locked the door behind her. She lived alone, in exile from her family because they couldn't handle what she'd been born to be. She flopped down on her bed and sighed, flipping her journal pages until she came to the next clean one. She wrote of the mysterious man at the club and also of her frustrations that she couldn't figure out what he'd been. She finished and changed into her sleep clothes before climbing into her bed and falling to sleep.

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Alcide stood at the table leaning with his elbow on the table's top. The music pumping through the club's speakers drowned out all conversation going on around him as he took a sip of his brandy. The club was definitely not his usual scene but he'd felt drawn to it as he'd been walking by and had decided to come in for a drink. It was still fairly early and the place wasn't packed as yet, but more and more people were slowly starting to trickle through the club's doors.

He took another sip of his brandy and was preparing to leave when one of the newcomers caught his eye. She was very pale, the club's lighting leaning an almost ghostly sheen to her skin, with long black hair that trailed a good way past her shoulders. Her dress seemed to be made of black leather or some similar fabric. The look was topped off by a pair of matching black boots that ended just below her knees. All in all it was a very eyebrow-raising ensemble. However it wasn't the girl's appearance that drew Alcide's attention. It was something else entirely…

The girl was giving off an electrifying aura that had every hair on Alcide's body standing up. Still leaning against the table, he watched her silently as she headed straight for the dance floor. He never took his eyes off of her through the entire duration of the song. Mesmerized completely by everything about her, from her appearance to her seductive dance moves to that electrifying aura, he waited until the song was dying down before making his move.

Alcide summoned up all of the energy he was experiencing, and did his best to project it toward the girl. He watched and waited to see if his attempt had been successful. When he saw her eyes open and look towards him he knew he'd nailed it.

He was still trying to get a grip on his emotions. After the whole mess with Debbie and Sookie, he just had to get out of Bon Temp. It wasn't a place for him to call home anymore. He couldn't deal with all of the Fangers and the drama that went with him. Not to mention every single time he tried to join a pack, it all went to hell.

Alcide was brought out of his head as he noticed the expression change on the girl's face. He could only assume that she was neglecting to figure out what he was. Truth be told, he had no idea what she was either. He only knew that she wasn't human, at least not completely. While the experiences had been few and far between, he had quickly learned that all supernatural beings projected some kind of aura about them that was different from humans.

Knowing that she had failed to recognize what he was, Mark smirked at her and lifted his glass in a mock toast as if to say, "Ditto." It was his turn to be caught off guard when she returned the toast with her own projection of powers. In his shock, he almost split his drink. If he'd had any doubts that she was a Supe, they were obliviated in that instant. She sent him a smirk of her own before turning away and heading towards the front door.

Not wanting to lose her, Alcide sat down his drink and followed her. The club was now packed and the throng of people slowed his progress. Tossing his manners aside in his haste, he didn't bother apologizing as he shoved people aside. He left the club and stepped out into the night. He looked every which way for the girl but to his horror she was gone. Alcide let out a curse of frustration and started the long walk home.

As he lay in his bed that night, in his new apartment, his mind trailed off to the girl he'd seen in the bar. He couldn't get her image out of his head or her scent from him nose. Vanilla and cinnamon and just a hint of her own personal musk. It was intoxicating and the scent wrapped around his memory before he drifted off to sleep.