Chapter IV-Clock work
The nights pushed on like a never ending road stretching out down an deserted highway. Hanz and Klaus spend many hours delving deep into the young mans psyche searching for what Hanz would need to survive the assignation of his soul while Klaus meticulously searched for the perfect murder weapon to get the job done. But these evenings were not to be without an bit of indulgence. Klaus became insistent upon dragging Hanz out to several of the local night clubs, much to the stern young man's dismay, for dinner and drinks and dancing. On one of these evening Klaus was particularly intrigued by visiting a club in San Francisco that often played host t the local goth and industrial crowds drama.
"Come on Hansel, you will like it-it has German name, Die Machenin, and the interweb says that it is most popular. Don't you find it amusing- vampires walking amongst thong of mortal pretending to be vampires. It is like a rancher walking amongst a herd of cattle dressed in Armani business suits and brief cases. We will have fun, please say you will join me for a bite."
"Fine, I will join you but I will not like it. The things you have me do…" Hanz conceded as he laced up is well worn German army issue boots.
The two young men readied themselves in their evening attire, Hanz in his traditional militaristic woolen trench coat and dress shirt. His severely stark white blond hair slicked back as usual accentuating the well defined angles of his young face. Klaus, never being one to blend in with a crowd, opted to dress entirely white so as to stand out amounts a crowd of dark dancing figures. He wore tightly fitted pair of very low cut women's trousers that flared as the touched the ground covering the entirety of his feet and a form fitting club shirt cut several inches above the navel to accentuate his naked midriff and the graceful curves of his boyish hips to invite incarceration. Around his neck he wore the rosary his sire had given him at his catechism and the strange medallion the Saint Gabriel had led him to as a child that was buried deeply on the church grounds.
After an hour and a half the sleek almost silent Bentley accompanied by the presumptuous roar of Hanz' Zundapp found their way to the club entrance. They made their way inside under the guise of older men to avoid the securitizing eye of the bouncer. To Hanz' embarrassment Klaus, as usual, sached into the room making his presence burst forth like a spotlight to illuminate the dimly lit club. All eyes were upon him in awe, it was what he craved each time he went out into the night, to be worshipped and adored. As the young angel made his way onto the dance floor, Hanz attempted to dodge the attention and carefully slipped over to the bar while the crowed oggeled his flamboyant compatriot. But once face did not seem to be as hypnotized by the spectacle as the rest of the crowd. A woman, no-a Caineite, surrounded by a throng of mortals, was in seemingly deep contemplation of the creature out on the dance floor creating such a spectacle.
The young solider made a bold move and came up uncomfortably close behind her forcing air in and out of his lungs. It was intimidation tactic to assure his dominance over the situation.
"Are you going to buy me dinner first or just fuck me here at the bar?" The woman purred.
"I know you. You are new to this area, I have seen you before." He hissed into her hair in his monotone German accent.
"Ey, that's right. I remember you from that one dancin' out there's place. Klaus was it? And you were called Hanz-right?" her thick Irish brogue flow sweetly from her painted lips. Her herd kept their distance like sheep hiding from the wolf at the farmers door.
"Will you have a drink with me?" She gestured to an empty seat at her side which Hanz accepted, never once taking his stern blue eyes away from hers as if expecting a trap or a deception. She made a sharp hissing sound and swatted her hand over her shoulder at the egger mortals who sorrowfully dissipated at her command.
"Sorry bout that. I am a musician, they swarm up at me like flies." Hanz continued to question her until he felt satisfied and eased his stance. After a half an hour, Klaus made his way the bar and his brethren.
"You never go out and dance with me Hanzel, you are so not fun!" Klaus pouted. "Guttentag frauline, I believe we met at my home once before. I am please to see that Hanzel here is making new friends." Hanz glared at the flippant youth and gritted his teeth.
"Ay, we met before, I'm Killian. I am new to the area and just out learnin' what this region has to offer. Always good to meet and chat with like mined members of our sect." She smiled coyly though her boysenberry lips.
"Fucking awesome, you can hang out with us then. You will find that Hanz has a propensity to stare more than speak but I, my dear, never shut up. Hanz, I have discovered something that I think you will like." Klaus gestured over to the right and side of the club where a pale, lithe figure moved gracefully like a ballerina across the dance floor. Angelique was striking as always and the weight of Hanz' gaze drew her attention over to the bar. She smiled at him and enjoyed the pain of a memory behind her one dead eye. Like a deer in headlights, Hanz made his way out to her knocking over a few dancers in his wake. The two undulated and moved together as she ground her delicate form into his awaiting hips. He drew her head back and sunk his fangs deeply into the nape of her neck as she rocked against his body amongst the ocean of unsuspecting mortals. Hanz reveled in his gluttony and felt his already laden blood vessels and veins bulge and pulse with the intake of her vitae. Klaus and Killian watched from across the room as the two shared their very public private moment. Something with in Klaus lurched and tuned and screamed to be let out, was he going to be ill? Was it the voice of creation trying be birthed from his mouth to give sermon to the dark devils that swarmed the alcohol saturated dance floor? The contents of his stomach, several truffles of dark chocolate and whipped butter cream, three glasses of chardonnay and the blood of a dark and handsome man that he had done blow with and then fed upon earlier in the evening lurched again and threatened to break free of the confines of his body and soil his perfectly white shirt and trousers. He told the sensation to quite down, he was in control of his body and would not tolerate insubordination. His stomach settled as Hanz and Angelique made their way back to the bar but something still swam around and around instead him like a great eel reading for a strike.
Angelique leaned in and kissed Klaus once on each cheek, a customary greeting. He could smell Hanz blood sweat upon her skin, a subtle scent that Klaus knew quite well. Even after all his years as a vampire the little soldier has still not found mastery over his own memory of mortal bodily functions. Klaus had always found it amusing as well as a weakness in Hanz' impenetrable fortrace. Klaus chocked back his sudden bought of nausea and steadied his resolve.
"So good to see you all here. Who would have thought we would all run into each other like this?" Angelique smiled and nodded a recognition to Killian as well. The music swelled as dancers made their way to the floor for a club favorite.
"Well ghost feeler. A boonch of Vampires in a goth trub!" Killain smiled, her think Irish brogue destroy her words under the throb of the music.
"Was tis dat frog kill him?" Replied Klaus in confusion
"What?"
"What?"
It became very obvious that the challenge of deciphering each others accents over the cacophony of industrial music was going to prove a difficulty. The predators moved closer to each other despite their instinct to keep their distance.
"I said, What was that Frauline Killian?" Klaus' words suddenly took shape in the closeness of their uncomfortable proximity.
"Oh, I said-Go figure, a bunch of Vampires in a goth club. Ack, doesn't really matter any more." Killian replied.
Angelique let her had cares the soft curl of hair on Klaus' check causing him to flinch. "Hanz has told me that you two boys have a gift for me, I am most curious as to what you two have in store."
"Yes we do, but it is not something we can give you here. It is Hanz' present really, I am merely the conduit." Klaus replied looking haphazardly around the room.
"Well we can barely even hear each other here, should we go somewhere more private then?" Angelique mused.
"What, all of us? After your little floor show out there I would think you and Hanzel here would be looking for somewhere to get what ever the fuck kick you're on out of your system. But sure, we can go back to my place." Klaus spat drawing strange looks from his compatriots. And just as sudden as his surge of anger surfaced, the little devil resumed his angelic form as his head lolled around to face Killian, a sweet smile of innocence upon his lips. "Would your care to join us my dear?"
"Ah what the fuck, I am up for an adventure."