Once there, Nigel just seemed to transform in a manner of speaking. He went from the quirky M.E. that Woody was familiar with, to a true member of the club – a creature of the night. He gave Woodrow a wolfish grin and led the way in to the club. He carried himself with much more confidence than he ever showed at work. Of course this was more his element in a way… and considering the nature of the place and the people within he thought he could let go a little bit… just a little bit.
A lovely doll in get up that made Nigel's feigned pulse quicken came up to them and licked Woodrow's face, which shocked the poor bloke something fierce… "Mmm O. My favorite." She purred and then turned her enchanting gaze toward Nigel… "And you look like a B, that's yummy too." "Positive." Nigel said with a smirk. "Mmm even better." She cooed as she brushed against him. He just let a cooling hand trail over her arm as he held her gaze…
"You wouldn't happen to know an Alastair Dark, would you love?" He asks softly… his voice a seductive purr. She nods… "He's a regular." "Is he here tonight?" "Yes." "Where might we find him lovely?" He asks, still holding her gaze, with all the training of a man quite used to playing with the little birds like this. "The Crypt." "Thank you love." He purred and for her ears only he added… "I shall catch up with you some night soon." And she smiled and started off… and Woodrow broke in… "Where's the Crypt?" and Nigel wanted to plant him in the nearest wall… the woman just smirked and pointed past them to a set of double doors, heavy carved wooden doors. Nigel mouthed a thank you and smirked at her before turning his attentions back to Woody.
"My dear Woodrow, let me do the talking. You don't know how to word things for these people… you sounded like a complete moron." Nigel hissed at him, and though Woody didn't know it, he was the only one that could hear Nigel.
"I'm here for business not pleasure." Woody retorted.
"A bit of pleasure wouldn't kill you, you know. Might give you better luck in other areas of your life Woodrow. All work and no play will make you dreadfully dull, whitebread." He chuckles darkly. He was in a mood now. He almost too easily pushed the double doors open… he cut a glance over his shoulder at Woody to keep quiet.
Alastair Dark was sitting on a throne – regular indeed. Nigel let his senses open and the scent of living blood caught his nose, so a little mortal playing at being one of the undead… much easier all this was now… he relaxed a bit. "Alastair Dark, I presume?" He asks in a somewhat reverent tone, that these mortals would appreciate for their efforts… The man nodded. "Might I have a word with you away from such lovelies? What I have come to speak of, should be kept… close." He chuckles… and pushes a bit with his willpower though Woodrow wouldn't understand it.
"Woodrow my friend, do keep these lovely birds company… would you?" He asks, and he exerted will to make the cop obey without realizing… after all Nigel was the goth, Nigel could get this accomplished on his own and he was no slouch, if he needed help, he'd call for it. Nigel bowed to Alastair and the man rose from his throne…
"What is it you wish to speak of?" He asked as he led Nigel into an anteroom.
"How is your book coming along? I heard one was being written… and I could not help myself but to come and find you and ask… because it is rather unprecedented… Don't you agree?"
'Yes, well after living so long, one begins to feel nostalgic and as one fears forgetfulness which can begin when one has lived so long and seen so much, one starts to feel the weight of their own immortality. Besides, who would believe a vampire's tale anyway?" He asks with a chuckle. Oh this was rich… this poor mortal so deluded by his own grandeur.
"It is a shame it won't be written."
"What do you mean?" He asked sounding genuinely shocked.
"Your author, dead I'm afraid, exsanguinated. Rather suspicious, don't you agree? Do you have any enemies Alastair, that might want to pin this on you? Help you greet a sunrise perhaps?" He asks carefully, keeping his gaze locked with Alastair's.
"Quite suspicious and rather disturbing news. Not the brightest man, but there was something about him that was endearing, reminded me of a fellow I knew so long ago… and of course one makes many enemies over the course of centuries… While most of them are dust in their graves I'm sure there are a few that walk the world still… but I could not tell you where they were or who they are now."
"Of course you couldn't." Nigel chuckles.
"Is there anything else?"
"You will have to come with me, Mr. Dark, as until we have proof otherwise, you are a suspect… in the murder of the author." Nigel says softly, his voice haunting and invading the man's mind.
Alastair turned to make his escape… and Nigel's smirk deepened. "Stop." He says in a rather commanding tone and Alastair can't help but listen… another sign that he was human. "You will come with me, you will follow me… you will be compliant and you will be truthful… do not make me arrest you." He says in a sibilant tone that just lends itself to seeping in and making you want to follow those words.
They walk out of the room and Nigel has to try hard to refrain from laughing at the state of dear Woodrow. "Come now Woodrow, our business here is ended…" He calls out, trying to not laugh… "Alastair has agreed to accompany us to the private party." He explains, his eyes flashing a warning to Woody to keep his mouth shut. Woody flounders to extricate himself from the arms of the women, looking much like Harker attempting to get away from the Brides… ah, Dracula… The women twittering on, asking if they can come, pouting that their fun has been ruined.
"Another time lovelies… another time… but we have a business proposition for Mr. Dark… and pleasurable as it would be my lovelies, we mustn't be distracted." He purrs and they seem to quiet down likely because of the promises hiding in his eyes. Oh yes, he'd have much fun, and much free food as well… after all it wasn't always necessary to kill and he could make his bite quite pleasurable if he was of a mind to.