Conrad had known Norxous would be on his coattails pretty quickly. However he had never expected Norxous to bring his infamous hunting dogs Rake and Raja with him.
Rake and Raja were two of the most ugliest demonic minions type things when they were all dawdled up like humans. Their red hair was curled and flared at the edges and made them look like Medusa's very sons. Their eyes, on the other hand, were a white blue color that could freak out anyone looking at them. It just didn't even seem like they were even there in the first place.
Besides, when one looked into those very eyes they say no emotion just trained bloodlust. So, Conrad had tried his best to stay away from those two as much as possible. It was easier to be sneaky that way and he didn't have to watch his back the whole time.
He had tried to go somewhere public so that he could mess with the crowd. All he needed was time. Only time could give him the chance to do what he had planned to do in the first place.
So, when he had wanted something public and then seen P3. He had thought what a freaking miracle. So, he had entered into the sanctified world of the Charmed Ones. Sure, he was not at all welcome on their "holy" moral grounds, but he was there now.
When he had first entered the place he had expected them to know he was there already and just vanquish his sorry butt. But no, they didn't appear to kill him they just stayed in their own area doing their own thing.
He was happy about that one. However, another strange thought that had entered his mind when he had entered the club was that maybe they had some kind of gargoyle or something there to magical proof the area and warn them of impending danger. If they did it would be screaming murder once he stepped one foot into the entrance.
Of course, there was no gargoyle.
He was home free. However, he wanted to mention to them that they could save themselves a lot of trouble if they magic proofed their place of residence as well as their club. Of course, they were the almighty Charmed Ones. Perhaps they got their kicks from unexpected attacks and near death avenging.
In that case, they all needed to see some medical help stat because no one was that stupid and or that crazy.
Of course, there was the chance that they did magic proof this place and he couldn't see it. Perhaps it only went off with higher level demons. In that case he was off the list for about another year and also he just wasn't evil enough.
Which he agreed with completely.
He wasn't all evil. He thought that sometimes anyways. He just really liked to do evil things to demons and other evil magical beings.
Sure he had a lot of evil notions. He wasn't about to say he didn't plan on killing a few masses every once in a china blue moon but heck he really liked the thrill of getting one over the people he worked for more then anything at all.
Call it a need to strike back at his boss. Call it an authority issue or problem, but he had it. Whenever he could find a way to sneak in and get one over the big guy he sure as heck did it. Oh, and if he might say so himself, he did it well. Better well actually. He was the main squeeze when it came to getting one over the big guy.
So, when Norxous the mighty had beckoned unto him he had no other choice but to go and do his bidding. A large grin spread of Conrad's slightly cavity ridden teeth as he walked through the murky crowd and tried to maintain his distance from Norxous.
He was a chameleon by thanks to his twin brother. By all means, he could do whatever he wanted. For truly, he wasn't at all who he seemed to be.
He was actually Conrad's little brother out for a picnic of powers.
Since, a baby he had been able to borrow others powers while his brother had the gift of being a chameleon and being able to change how he looked at a seconds notice. So, when his older twin brother by five minute had died in his arms late last spring he had decided that he wanted to be his brother Conrad.
He basically was already.
They had been twins at birth. They never had been identical though because somehow Conrad had been born with silver hair and he, himself, had born with black hair. Then there were the dimples his brother had that he didn't and the scar above his upper lip that he had and that his brother never had acquired so sure a few things were different on them, but now he was Conrad.
Sometimes it was exhilarating and sometimes it was just plain hell.
You see now he had the power or the ability, whatever you would like to call it, to steal other powerful beings powers. All he had to do was touch them and they were his own. The very magical being that he was "borrowing" from wouldn't even know what was happening until it was too late.
So, it was ten times nicer that Conrad had the ability to change what he looked like in any dire situation especially when he died and had given him the power of being a chameleon to himself.
If that's what one wanted to call it.
The greatest thing about this power also was the fact that once a power was borrowed if it wasn't liked or say needed it could easily be bestowed upon someone else. In this very crowded, overpopulated nightclub Conrad was going to find the perfect person to throw this curse on and then he would leave.
If he didn't have the powers that Norxous so desperately wanted then Norxous wouldn't kill him till he found out where they were. He would never tell him so Norxous would just be screwed and doomed to live an eternity powerless. Poor baby.
He hoped that he could figure a way out of the place on his own without Norxous's dogs following him. He kind of doubted that, but for now he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
The crowd engulfed him and for a moment he found a chance to take a breath. Of course, the song the band performing in front of him ended. He didn't know how he had done it, but he had been pushed towards the front of the crowd to the very feet of the lead singer.
She was very pretty barefoot petite blond girl. She was in a pair of regular bell bottomed pants in a retro style with a plain white tank top that had red glittered designs fraying the bottom of it and trailing around the arms. Her long blond hair was falling down her back in spiraling curls and she barely wore any makeup. She didn't need to.
Conrad was about willing to say no to the whole magical kick just for a little time with her. He smiled and rubbed his chin as he watched her. She had complete confidence in herself. He could tell she was little bit spoiled though.
He could change that.
"Alright, thank you everyone who came out here tonight. We are Red Helter and we're gone." she cried into the microphone.
A loud massive uproar of cheering came from the crowd in front of her as he watched her back up a few feet from the microphone she had abandoned and she smiled in thanks and did a quick bow. Then, she started to help with the bands members as they started to pack up to leave the nightclub.
Conrad had one thing in mind now. Sure it wasn't the nice little vacation a moment ago he had been planning for himself and her. It was plain as day. She would be the perfect choice not to say the easiest of choices of people to infect with the stolen powers.
Sure they would eventually kill her. No mere human had ever, ever, ever been able to survive the case of an infection, but did he really care? Nope. Not when he was getting rid of the burden that was having to very big, ugly killer dogs after him, and an insanely pissed off demon.
Yeah, this would be for the best.
The poor girl would suffer horribly after quite some time. Of course, this would mean that that whole rendezvous was out now that he had been planning between them.
Tough luck for her.
Oh well. There were millions of girls in the world. All he had to do was infect one and find another.
Besides, he never really had preferred blonds anyway.
