As you sit in the darkest corner available to you, sipping on your beverage, your eyes drift over the patrons of the bar studying each in turn. A small jarring from the doorway draws your gaze to the single portal of the lonesome bar. Through the thick nightly mist you can see a shadowy outline of a well statured figure take form, as it takes a step into the dimly light, smoke filled room you see that an all forest green cloak covers the body hiding most of its features save for two strands of chest- length blood red hair. As if unnaturally you're gaze and everyone else's is drawn to the figure now standing in front of the barkeep. It hits the bar with its right hand, which you could swear was laden with "fur"? 'No. couldn't be. could it?' an audible thud rings through the now deafly silent tavern making everyone jump back a few steps someone in the back tips over in his/her chair and crash rings out through the bar.

"The strongest you have" a mostly masculine voice says with somewhat of a gruff undertone. The bartender moves more of impulse more than demand and reaches out for a bottle and pours it into a shot glass. The figure turns around and looks to the awe struck crowd the gaze finally settling on you sending a bone-chilling quiver up your spine. As the noise in the bar elevates back to its norm you could have sworn you had seen a gleam from under the hood of the figure. After what seems like ages the figure turns and takes the drink from the barkeep with unnatural speed replacing it with neatly folded bills "keep the change."

A sudden fear overwhelms you as the figure turns and begins to walk in your direction. You try to move but find out quickly that your legs will not cooperate with your minds demands. The figure reaches you and your table and somewhat gracefully sits in the chair across from you, your gaze still glued to it as it removes the hood of the cloak with what could only be described as "clawed" hands, the nails being over two inches longer than they should be. As the hood drops to its shoulders you sit starring into a pair of off silver-blue eyes as the rest of the face comes into focus he looks somewhat more beast than man his mouth and small dog looking nose drawn into somewhat of a muzzle. His ears are pointed back and almost hide completely in his tangle of dark brown hair that leads into two blood red strands that seem to hover at each side of his face. A grin or more of a sneer forms over his mouth contorting the rest of his bestial face with it.

"Hello" the word slips from his mouth, for the brief second he opens it you see a pair of well-sharpened canines. "My name is Deodesh.you may call me Deo" He looks away a second then back to you his eyes flashing a deep glowing red. "And yours is?"

You try to scream but you can't your body wont respond to your minds demands its like your frozen in time unable to do anything but watch. He gets up and sits next to you in the booth laying an arm around your neck bringing his claws to your chin and smiling somewhat. "That's ok you don't have to say anything." Daniel lays his head on your shoulder and whispers "wanna know something?" He waits a few seconds before continuing his bizarre antics "messa bessa vampy" he bursts out laughing at the comment, as he lets you go "I'm going to tell you my story and your going to listen k? Goood" As he starts in on his story your body relaxes and you actually see what hes describing.

(A/N: So what ya think? Good? Bad? Bring it flamers!!! Muhahaha tell me if I should continue k? bwarg monkey fist x2 *smacks you 10 times then takes off running*)