a/n: I wanted to give a shoutout to my first reviewer! Thanks for the kind words, it really does mean a lot! Now, without further ado chapter 2! ~WingedDarkness43

Seth

We took Ty's brand spanking new Camaro to get to the bar. He loves the damn car to death and won't miss a chance to drive it. I sighed as I slumped in the passenger seat, my manor is about an hour and a half from my nearest neighbor and two hours from town. Not that I would have it any other way of course, but it is annoying not having anything to do for two hours. Ty hardly said a word the whole time, he was still upset with himself for attacking me. Deciding to take a nap I told him to wake me up when we get there. We were heading to the only supernatural exclusive club in the area, aptly named, Supernatural. To the humans, it looked like a big empty warehouse, to the supernatural? Paradise.

The club was already hopping when we got there at around 8 p.m. We both assumed our "don't fuck with me" facades and patiently waited in line, ignoring all the wary glances we were getting. Powerful Dark vampires always attract attention, often the wrong sort. Our fellow supernaturals are always cautious around our kind, the undisputed most powerful type of supernatural. Behind the demons of course. Dark vampires, not to be confused with our light counterparts, even have a royal family that rules a majority of the supernatural underground. Light vampires are "good" vamps that often assist hunters and the Nightguard in killing the Darks. They refuse to kill humans and their Power is vastly different than the Dark vampires.

The warlock bouncer eyed us critically as we approached him. "You Darks had better not be planning on any trouble. There have been Nephilim hanging around lately, and you had better not attract them here."

Ty and I kept on our facades and I give the warlock a cocky smirk. "Of course not, spell flinger. Who do you take us for? Rampaging psychopaths out for blood?" I watched amused as his eyes twitched in irritation. Obviously, I had succeeded in pissing him off.

"Watch your tongue leech. You're outnumbered here." Oh hell no! He did not just call me a leech! I snarled and took a step forward intending to gut the asshole, but Ty quickly intervened and grabbed my arm.

"We'll keep that in mind." The warlock's eyes narrowed as they shifted from me to Ty.

"Just keep an eye on your friend here, I'd hate to have to clean him up off the floor." I was seething at that point and Power began to flood my body. Ty growled in warning and twisted my arm in a rather painful way.

"What's wrong with you? Behave yourself!" He whispered. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down and settled with giving the bouncer a death glare. He just smirked and stepped aside so we could enter the club.

I'm always surprised at the sheer number of the supernatural that always gather in this place. There were probably about 100 tables surrounding a massive dance floor. The majority of those tables were taken, I sighed and followed Ty's lead to the bar, which almost took up the length of the entire back wall. Since most of the club's patrons were at the tables the bar was relatively clear. We sat down and one of the bartenders, a human and personal friend of mine, leaned onto the counter in between us. Caleb is one of the very few humans allowed into the club, only because he's an ex-hunter and can handle himself. He also is definitely playing for the other team, and I tried to ignore that fact as he looked at me endearingly. I had saved his life from a demon several years ago, and we had become friends. Just friends. I'm straight as an arrow dammit.

"So, Seth dear. I heard you were causing trouble with ole Bane again." He said cutely.

"That son of a bitch called me a leech!" I growled, man did that warlock really piss me off. He and I had never gotten along well, but I had never truly wanted to kill the guy until now.

Caleb just laughed. "Typical. Anyways, I haven't seen you in a while, Ty. How's it been going?"

Ty smiled at him tiredly. "I've been better, Caleb. How about a few drinks?"

Caleb gasped dramatically and jumped up. "Of course my good sirs! What is it you two desire?"

I rolled my eyes. "Surprise me."

"I'll have whatever you make him." Caleb nodded and hurried off further down the bar. Suddenly, a feeling of being watched presided over me, and I turned around to scan the club. That was the first time I ever saw her. She was sitting at a table, with several other guys, straight across from me past the dance floor. Judging from the fact that she was just staring at me like a prune I assumed she was either drunk off her ass or extremely brazen. I narrowed my eyes to get a better look at her, trying to figure out what she was. She was a cute brunette, with shoulder length hair that she had in a messy bun. All in all, she was pretty average, but when I met her eyes I realized she was a werewolf. Only wolves have eyes like that. They were a very dark brown, almost black, but when she moved or blinked they seemed to glow golden. She held my gaze, seemingly daring me to look away first. I cringed but kept up the staring contest, I hate wolves. Being so engrossed in my staring contest, I didn't notice someone had approached me from the side. Until I got clobbered in the back of the head that is. Stunned from the sudden impact I fell off the barstool and face planted at a familiar pair of feet. Growling I shot up with a right hook at the ready and creamed the asshole demon. "Rin! You fucker! What the hell was that for!" Ty jumped, startled from the sudden commotion but began laughing uncontrollably as he saw what had happened. Apparently, he hadn't noticed Rin come up either. Rin, who was currently staggering around the bar, finally collapsed in a heap a couple stools down. I growled again and marched down to him and hefted him up by the collar of his shirt. He was out cold. I sighed, I didn't think I had hit him that hard. As I was dragging him over to my stool Caleb finally came back with our drinks.

"Ok, guys! My specialty! This drink is specifically made for you vampires. Shall we see how you handle them?" I deposited Rin at my feet and gave Caleb's drink a test. It burned like hell, but I loved it. Vampires can only get drunk if they drink extreme amounts of hard liquor in a very short amount of time. Hence why Caleb had taken so long getting back, he had made 24 drinks. Ty and I split them in half and got to work. By the 8th drink, I had lost count. By the last one, I was shitfaced, and couldn't remember a damn thing after that.