What fate does that bartender have? A cold and dry one, it seems.
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Rae grinned and stood up, her legs wobbling at first, but she found her balance and began walking towards the club door. She flashed her fangs at the club doorman, and he noticed, but he rubbed his eyes and shook his head. He thought it was his sun-glasses and dismissed it.
Khain followed her, smiling, eyes gleaming in fury and vengeance. His fists were clenched, though, of course, he wouldn't need to use them. Lips parted to show ivory fangs, gleaming terrifyingly. Noticing the guard's disbelief of Rae's fangs, he laughed and patted the guard's shoulder very quickly, and the guard didn't notice, as it was a fast movement.
Rae walked quickly up to the bar. She glared down the walkway behind the counter for a moment. No one was out. She waited; sure enough, the big, burly bartender came round the bend. Her eyes raged as she waited for Khain.
Khain walked swiftly into the club, eyes fiercely flashing with demonic malevolence. Soon, he stood by Rae, a wicked flash of fangs appeared solidly for a few seconds before disappearing. He leaned towards her and whispered into her ear, "Ready, m'love, vengeance waits..." He laughed then, but it had no humor, he was ready for this kill, whether the bartender knew it or not.
Rae narrowed her eyes. "I've had enough," she whispered. "Go." She watched in interest, waiting for Khain to pounce on him at any moment. A smile played on her black lips.
Khain nodded. With a glance around, he saw that no one was paying much attention. No one was at the bar and the bartender was wiping a few dirty glasses with a rag. Khain frowned and then drew in a breath. With amazing speed, he was instantly by the bartender's side. The bartender looked at him, brows raised. "How the hell did you do...?" But before he could finish, Khain was already on him, dragging him down, puncturing his neck harshly. A small yelp of pain was heard from the bartender, but nothing more. The man was still alive but barely. "Now you know not to mess with a vampire or his love..." he paused and gave a wicked smile. "Though you'll never live to tell the tale..." He looked up at Rae. "Care for a taste, love?" he asked, as the bartender's widened eyes stared at him in disbelief, though he was too near death to say anything or do anything.
She hissed, "Certainly!" Rae grinned, leaping over the counter. She gripped the man roughly on the shoulders and bent down, drinking to the last pint of his blood. His pale corpse laid there, his eyes wide and open. She licked her lips in satisfaction.
The bartender's blood flushed through his veins, giving him a more human-like appearance, though still very pale. He let out a very satisfied sigh and then smiled. "I'm feeling much better..." he said, staring down at the corpse with a tilt of his head. He looked up at Rae. "How about you, m'dear?" he asked, almost laughing.
She smiled and stretched her arms. "I'm quite refreshed, if I do say so myself." She looked at him and laughed. Rae then looked at the other mortals; they were still dancing, not knowing that a life had been canceled. She looked back at Khain. "Let's leave this bore of a place," she said casually. She stepped closer to him, her eyes mischievous. "Let's go have our own fun."
He nodded, smiling. "Glad to hear so," he said with a smile. He nodded and then followed her gaze to the other mortals still dancing wildly; his eyes followed their movements for a short moment before pulling away. "I agree, it is rather..." he paused and then smiled, "drab." He laughed aloud at her little statement made about making their own fun, though his eyes gleamed also.
Rae looked at him, her eyes shimmering. "I mean that." She stepped even closer. "I hate being among so many mortals when I don't want to drink them. It's so, as you said yourself...'drab'. There are better things to do." She grinned.
He couldn't help but laugh his voice tender and soft. "I know how you feel," he said with a grin. "And what, pray tell, is there to do that's better than this 'drab' finery?" He asked with a sly grin. He looked down at her with adoring eyes.
Rae grinned. "Need I say?" She winked at Khain. Turning around, she swung herself over the counter and walked slowly towards the door outside. She looked back at him, her eyes twinkling. She raised an eyebrow and continued for the door.
His eyebrows quirked upward, a grin remained placidly on his face. He watched her swing herself over the bar counter and make for the door, he paused and then followed suit. Soon he was by her side. He kissed her forehead lightly and then smiled down at her.
Rae giggled softly. "Come." She took his hand and walked out of the club, back onto the sidewalk. She thought with a mischievous heart about what the mortals would think when they saw the bartender dead, two holes punctured into his thick neck. "Death is so normal to me now…" she thought out loud. She broke her thoughts. "Where shall we go next?" she asked Khain.
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The... End? I dunno what I'm going to do from here. I haven't talked to xxfallenbymercyxx in a looooooooong time... So I don't know how both of use could finish this... and I don't know that much about her character. I could try and continue it myself. :3 Add it to Story Alert and you may see a new chapter added.
Hope you liked my first story! I'd love feedback on it (on /my/ parts of the roleplay with Rae, naturally :3), so don't be afraid to give a Review. ♥