The man squirmed and hissed beneath me, growing weaker as I let the blood flow freely. But as soon as I tasted the extra sweetness I withdrew, quickly turning my ear piece off with my free hand. His once frantic motions were now slow and shaky as he gasped for air, pupils dilating and his fists clenching. I turned to the hyperventilating woman who was cowering in the cornor, snarling I pointed to the door,
"Leave." She practically pulled a roadrunner as she dashed out the door, slamming it behind her as unsettled dust started floating around the room. Turning back to the man in my grasp I let the corners of my lips curl at the pathetic excuse of a vampire, malevolent intent swelling within me as I growled. He wearily tried to swipe at me, an attack that was easily batted away. Leaning closer I looked him directly in the eye as I licked his blood off my face. He whimpered at the sight of the fangs that protruded from my mouth, curved across my lips and nearly reached the end of my chin. Clicking my fingers to regain his attention I ensured I had full eye contact before I whispered,
"I have a few questions to ask you. Seen any bald men, sickly looking, just lurking around?" But footsteps could be heard approaching so I quickly grabbed a rag from a box of many and wiped away all traces of my deed from me as I turned to him, pulling him up to eye level by the front of his coat and reached for my ear piece,
"Answer me now."

To be honest he wasn't entirely sure why he was on babysitting duty in the first place. If the Daywalker wanted to know where the bitch was why didn't he go look for himself? Fuck this, he was not enjoying this alliance at all. He was trying to follow her scent, but the constant tang of blood and filthy musk of other body fluids were constantly distracting him with disgust. The half-bloods lived like animals, frolicking around in their own filth like this. To his relief the halls were far less occupied, near deserted even. He approached a door, inhaling deeply he could deduce that she was behind. So he reached out for the knob as he heard shuffling from the other side.

I had entered the hallway with the intent of tracking down Nyssa, when a sudden wave of pleasure left me drooling. Nearby, something smelt exquisite. I caught hints of the familiar sweetness of the girl that I had encountered just before. I hadn't even realised by this point that I had already started to walk towards the source with a fervent need to feed.

As the door began to wrenched it open just enough for me to rush through and slammed the door behind me. Only to be face to face with a very familiar man, who was staring down at me. Rusty locks flowed around his head as he glared from behind his glasses, it could only be the Bloodpack member Priest, who growled out as he reached around for the door knob,
"What the fuck were you doing in there?" Quickly placing my hands in front of it defensively I blocked his way while stuttering,
"Interrogation! Don't go in there…it's all gross and stuff!" He raised a brow at me as I crossed my arms,
"Alright fine, you think it smells gross out here? Go in there and see what it's like. I dare you." He appeared to seriously consider my words, drawing closer to the door he sniffed at the air, before grimacing a little and stepping away from it.
"I'll just take your word for it." Thank you reverse psychology. He turned back to me and stilled, before pointing to my right cheek.
"…You've got some… is that blood?" I quickly placed a hand over my cheek, my head screaming out profanities I would never say. He withdrew a handkerchief from a pocket inside his coat and held it out wordlessly. I stared long and hard at it for a while, before carefully taking it from his waiting head and began to wipe my face with it. "What'd you do, cut them in to talking?"
"I'd rather not answer that. But I can say, that some guys according to the description of bald, suspicious and sick looking have been hanging around the main. They're here." The brief interruption of static soon gave way to the sound of Blade's voice booming inside my head,
"Then I suggest you get back there and keep your eyes out you two."

Groaning I removed the cloth from my face,
"Yes, Blade." I eyed off the red stains before me, before folding the handkerchief up and offering it back to him, "Um…thanks." He took it and shoved it back in to the depths of his coat and started walking down the hallway. Trailing behind him I couldn't help but grin, "Sorry to say though, I thought only dinosaurs own handkerchiefs nowadays." He paused in his stalking, before turning back to me with an unamused expression as he stared down at me. For a moment I thought maybe I had offended him somehow, maybe he was an older vampire than I thought and I insulted his age? I stared back at him, then clawed my hands and smiled, "Y'know, roar?" The staring game continued. But then almost too suddenly he started laughing and lowered his glasses so I could actually see his eyes, for the first time. They were deep shade of blue and twinkling with amusement as he chuckled,
"There's something wrong with you."
"That's a rather offensive thing to say."
"I know worse."
"Don't share, I've lost enough self-confidence to this wannabe cat suit."
"Shame on it, being flattering and all."
"You need to refine your taste in clothing."
"You need to refine your taste in business partners." I raised my brow at him this time,
"Alright I'll give you that…Whistler's too pretty." The playful bantering only continued as we made our way down the hall, not realising that the others were listening to us.

As I drew nearer, the Thirst having almost taken over me now I shivered with anticipation at the scent of spilt vampire blood. I stopped just outside a door, with a few sniffs and a lick of my lips I quickly entered, shutting the door quietly. It was almost unbearable, before me lay a dazed vampire, with her scent all over him. The cause of my sudden hunger was the bleeding bite on his shoulder. I was sinking my extended mouth in to it before I even had the chance to think. Blood drunk my eyes rolled in to my head as the cool blood soothed my aching, delighting in the strange sweetness I shivered and clutched to the body beneath me eagerly gulping. But surprised was an underestimate when it clutched back, arching in to me, moaning and gasping. I ripped myself away as I stared in shock. I had already drained most of his blood which showed in his weak attempts of sitting back up, but something was off. When he should be screaming in agony and paralysed as his heart would start beating at the rate of a hummingbird's wings and falter. His eyes were fluttering, his heartbeat fast but strong, a blush lined his cheeks as he rubbed his chest and shoulder in a stupor I certainly did not inflict. Sniffing the air, I tried to discern the fragrant melody that surrounded me. The victim and his blood were easy to pick out now having tasted him, then there was the girl's odour, but there was something else here. Leaning back in to the dopey man below me I brushed off his attempts of groping as I sniffed his wound directly. Yes, there was something else.

Then I felt it, a brief and fluttery sensation at first, just a small spark. Arousal began to stir in me as I actually felt my eyes dilate and body warm with a heat far deeper than my curse had ever inflicted. Then suddenly an intense wave of euphoria like which I had never known washed over me, causing my knees to buckle as I fell back against the wall for support. I relished the new sensation, gasping for air as I felt it rush through me, meekly placing a hand on my lap and what was waking there. Then all too suddenly it died down to merely a buzz. Minutes passed, but the sensation teased ever so tantalisingly from within me. Groaning in frustration I tried to reorder my thoughts, gazing back to the man I noticed had stilled…He hadn't screamed once. What was this? I eyed off the bite wound. The blonde's scent was the only other here, she had done this, to him and to the man who was rapidly changing in to a Reaper. An aftershock of pleasure hit me as I curled my fingers in to the wall behind me, cutting through the wood as I dragged them as I shuddered and groaned again. She was the cause of this somehow. Growling I stood up and removed my hand, the faint buzz of euphoria still present as I tried to regather my thoughts and reason for being here. I still had a purpose to fulfil in this filthy place.

I still stand by the phrase, drunk vampires are talkative vampires. This was definitely the case with Priest. We had sat by the bar, just as a cover, when he started ordering drinks. The more he drank the more he talked, and he had had quite a few shots.
"Your name."
"What?"
"Your name, you never told me."
"Viv."
"No! I know that much, what's your name?"
"…Viv."
"…What's it short for though, Vivian?" I groaned as I laid my face in my palm,
"I prefer Viv." He started stroking his chain,
"Viv…Viv…Viv…Vivian?...Viv."
"What are you doing?"
"I like your name, it's fun to say."
"I'm sure it is, stop drinking." He covered the shot glass protectively with his hands,
"The more I drink, the better my aim."
"I don't think that's how it works-"
"Ah'm dead serious!" A Scottish accent was starting to come through heavily now, "Ye see I overthink things when ah'm sober. Ah'm a fuckin' good dead shot after a drink. Infact-"

His rant was interrupted by a hiccup. "…I dinnae feel too good."
"I'm really not surprised, you haven't stopped drinking since we sat down."
"It helps with me nerves, I always get a wee bit anxious on a job. I ain't big and strong like Chupa, Lighthammer and Reinhardt…and Snowman and Assad have all 'em ninja moves. I'm just a fucking deadshot, but I can't run around or lift weights for shit compared to them guys. Hell, Nyssa's flexible as all hell, fast and really good with a fucking sword too! I know that the one to eventually go first will be me, so I get nervous and start overthinking everything."
"That's quite the confession-"
"Ye too fuckin' sober."
"I'm sorry for that-"
"Damn right you are! …" Priest turned his head at me, tilting it slightly he leant over and whispered, "Can ye tell me something? Why is Blade so cold to ya?"
"Oh, you noticed."
"It's fuckin' obvious, even the techy's treated more like a sentient being than ye. And ah've only seen him doped up." A habit I disapprove of.
"It's nothing exciting, really."
"If ah wanted ya to beat the bush ah woulda given ye a stick, just answer the question while ah'm still conscious."

Amused but cautious I gave a calculating look, I wasn't ashamed or anything, but would I indulge him to this? He was staring, waiting for an answer as he pulled a puppy eyed face. With a quick glance around the viscinity I switched off my ear piece and gazed idly at the crowd, then took in a deep breath,
"Well…I guess it's because I don't take sides. Not in the pro-human strictly way anyway. Humans, Vampires, even Daywalkers and these Reaper things, they're all the same to me. I base my opinion of someone on their actions…That's why Blade's so distant with me, I don't kill in cold blood like he does, I really try not to kill at all where I can help it. As far as I see it, no matter what or who you are, you can be good…and you can be bad. That goes for everyone, I've seen humans do things worse than any vampire I've ever known. That's my argument, that it doesn't matter what anyone is. It's what at heart that counts and I won't sit idly as innocents fall prey to the corrupted and base. As long as I can still breathe, I'll gladly fight for what's right." I hadn't realised that I started to ramble, but when I looked over at Priest, he had taken on a focused and serious air as he looked over at me. Then he leaned over, turned off his own ear piece and briefly rested a hand on mine,

"I know what you mean." He sat back up and sneered at the crowds of people around, still dancing to the trance music. "These halfbloods claim they're vampires, but they don't have a fucking clue what that means. Look at them, they're a fucking disgrace to the name. It smells like a whore house in here, they're even doing it out in public like fucking animals, they don't deserve what's been given to them. Purebloods are the only real vampire, they're just leeches."
"Well you sound sober already…Should I take a guess as to why your name is Priest?" He just grinned at me, in unison we both turned our ear pieces back on and sat in comfortable silence.

I had to confess, I actually was enjoying his company. Too bad for me the night wasn't over yet and it still had plans for me.