The hour struck 11 PM and Nacrosix moved to the edge of the rooftop on which he was perched. Looking across the road he observed the hustle and bustle of the night club. Looking down he saw a woman of about 26 enter the club with a friend, his lips craked into a smile:

"Ahh Perfect" the words were no more that a hiss in the nights air.

Moving away from the edge of the building, Nacrosix made his way to the side that looked down into an alleyway. Having done this many a time before he stepped off the edge of the building and fell into oblivian. Landing on all fours ina cat like position he tilted his head and looked around.
Looking to his left he saw a couple, obviously a pimp and his girl, the guy had obviously seen Nacrosix because he stared open mouthed in his direction, the girl on the other hand was far too busy down below to take any notice. Calling on his vampiric speed Nacrosix covered the few yards in a split second, knife in hand he proceeded to cut the pimps throat and wrist, and took sweet pleasure as the blood covered his face and rolled down onto his tounge:

"Delicious" he licked his lips, and noticed the girl was about to scream.

Quickly he grabbed he by the hair and yanked her head sideways, and took delight in hearing the quiet crack of a broken neck. He lloked down at her soft skin on her neck and then plunged his head straight down, sinking his fangs into her neck and draining her of every last drop of blood.
After he finished he cleaned the blood of his face with the girls torn skirt and exited the alleyway and headed across to the nightclub, this was going to be a sweet, sweet night...

Ah, The hunter knows not that he is hunted.

A slim figure embraced by shadow slid down the ladder off the fire escape. Landing lightly on the moist pavement, she slinked through the dense shadows keeping an eye of interest on the man. Tarepha, the scent of the demonic tribe beneathe was strong, she had once longed to join them ... once.

'hmmm' she said softly keeping from the light. 'I would ask if I could join ... but your all through ...' There was a soft poutiness added to the last of her sentence. Her eyes gave a wicked glimmer as she stepped towards him.

Nacrosix though he sensed something down the alley behind him he had just come up. Turning around he gave a quick scan,and on seeing nothing he thought it was just his imagination playing tricks.

He strolled across the road up to the entrance of the night club and a bouncer stepped in his way:

"Where you think your going mate"

Nacrosix looked at him, with a mild interest:

"In here, now please step out of my way"

"No can do mate, your too old, jst how old are you? You look 30 odd"

"971 years actually"

"Yeah right mate, now get stuffed you nutter before I do you one"

"Insolent wretch, MOVE!"

"I've had enough of you mate" the bouncer stepped back and took a swing at Nacrosix.
Before the punch even got half way, Nacrosix had his hand up and had caught the bouncers arm in a iron grip. With a quick twist he had dislocated the bouncers arm. The bouncer lurched away clutching his broken limb.


Nacrosix moved through the doors inot the cluba nd walked up to the bar:

"Bar tender, Bloody Mary"

While he waited for his drink to be served Nacrosix looked around the club, and spoted a few good looking numbers. Tonight was gonna be a riot...

Liv followed eagerly bemused with his violence. Curiousity killed the kitty, her thoughts interjected, it could very well kill the vampire. She ignored it, stepping without hesitance into the club.

Ah, clubs, how they thrilled her, the ground quaking music, dancing, sex, drugs and a pinch of alchol. A chill trickled down her spine At the thought of it all. Downfall was on stage playing tonight, Liv had gone to see them a few times, They were good, not the best but they set the predatory mood.

She paused almost forgetting the reason she came. She looked to the bar, light eyes skimming the stools for him. She approached with a casual step blending the the crowd in her gothic wear, she came slowly behind him, wanting him to turn, to respond to her approach.

Nacrosix was drinking his free drink (the bar tender had made the mistake of pulling a joke about Nacrosix's missing eye and scar). he turned to watch the band, he had never seen them before, or for that matter heard of them, but heh had to admit they had some talent.

While he was remembering the old music he used to listen to in King Harolds castle he didn't notice a figure enter the night club. He didn't even notice her walk up behind him, but when she was behind him he could sense her, she smelled familiar, she smelt unalive. Without turning to her, wearing a smile he began to talk.

"Has the tradition of greeting a fellow clans man really dissapered? Or do you just enjoy sneaking up behind people? I have to tell you i've been sneaking about for 971 years"

He turned quickly and grabbed her by the wrist:

"Just who the hell are you?"

he stopped before saying anymore, because the woman whos wrist he had grabbed was stunning; He released her wrist:

"Who are you?"

When he had snatched up her wrist, her eyes widened slightly with surprise, it was the first time that evening her expression had changed. A smile though dark with much intent behind it graced her lips. She leaned into him slightly, almost teasingly. 'I wouldn't call it sneaking ... hunting ... now ... thats more like it.' Her voice was soft, and her bright eyes pale with interest.

She moved slowly to sit on the stool beside him and kept her eyes upon him. 'You may call me Liv if you wish ...'

"Liv, what a beutiful name and one I shall remember, a beutiful name for a beutiful woman"

Nacrosix sat down;

"Now Liv, what brings you out hunting me?"

While he awaited an awnser he sat and studied her, she was weraing Gothic stlye clothes, clothes he though had went out of fashion years ago.
He looked down at his own gear and noticed that maybe he was behind the times. If Liv looked stunning in her cloths then why not him, after all he wasn't getting any younger.

"Can I get you a drink?, I know were not usualy the human drink type but I still have a drink to blend in once and a while. Also I need some new clothes any ideas?"

She smiled lightly glancing away.

'I suppose interest. And I assume that I am not the only one with interest for the other.'

She glanced up to him quickly, her eyes glimmering in the dancing lights.

'Am I correct?'

She smiled, not waiting for his answer and looked towards the shelves behind the bar.

'I suppose I'll have what your drinking ...'

She glanced over his clothes, not minding them at all but if he wanted a change so badly ...
'Hm ... I could help you some what ... I'd have to know what you like first.'

Nacrosix just looked at her:

"My dear, I have been alive for 971 years, and in all that time I have never loved anyone. I have stalked the streets of London, killing, and I thought nothing off it. Well there was one woman, she was... never mind"

He looked away, then back again:

"Cloths wise, something like yours, you look good in them, more than good, so why shouldn't I"

He turned to the Bar tender:

"A bloody Mary for the lady"

"On the house sir?"

"Should it be anything different?"

""No of course not"

"Good lad"

He got the drink and handed it to Liv:

"I wish to know more about you, and specifically why I am you are stalking me, as I ahve already mentioned, that is my job"

Taking the drink she sipped lightly, her eyes watching him. She couldn't help but feel alittle guilty.

'Forgive me if I have stirred unwanted feelings.'

He didn't sound happy upon bringing up his past and she felt horrible. Her eyes glanced away and she couldn't help but blush as she set her glass upon the bartop.

'I know someplaces you can go ... There aren't many places that carry this type of clothing. But ... I do not think you realize you don't need new clothes ... if you think you should look more admirable to the eyes ... you already do.'

Her eyes looked to him once more, not actually meeting his gaze.

'Like I said I was hunting you out of interest, I like to play games, wether it be with humans or immortals ... but now that I am here ... I ...'

She left it there, afraid almost what he would think if she finished her thought.

He turned her head to his own:

"Why must people be seperated by fear, You are one of the most beutiful and nicest people I have ever known"

he leant forward a little, nearly so their lips met, but then a horrible memorie came back, off the one who did this to him.
He jumped back so quickly that he bashed into the person behind him, unluckily for him it was some thug who stood up and started hurling abuse at him, his already hurt state, Nacrosix just roared and lashed out at the thug in a uncontrollable anger, sending the thug back into the stage.
Nacrosix ran after him...

There was a second of haziness, where everything around suddenly became silent. Liv could almost feel his lips against hers, but with a sudden jerk her parted.

Her eyes were wide as she looked upon him and as he ran behind the stage the crowd of people grew silent and whispers filled the air. A few gazes fell upon her and she got up quickly running through them back stage.

Her mind was filled with thought, worry and so much fear. She wanted to know what happened, and where he went hoping she could help him.

Bursting through the back door, Nacrosix ran across the alley and jumped onto the wall, he started to climb the wall. he thought of nothing, he just climbed and climbed. He reached the top and only then did he realise he had cut his leg and his own blood was dripping down the wall.
He limped over to an door, it was locked so he kicked it in and entered the building. He continued to limp until he found a empty room, well empty part from a bed against the left hand wall. he went to this and laid down, and focused his time on healing his leg. Tears streaming down fis face, and old memories filling his mind...

Liv ran out into the cold night, her pale eyes searching the darkness.

A few tears laced her pale cheek as she walked down the allies looking for him and finally she gave up realizing she would have to go home before sunlight.

I'll look for him tomorrow night.

She looked over the streets and finally walked on.