"Such a disgusting place." Mitchifer blew smoke out towards the large crowd which stood in the middle of the club wearing ver little clothing. His heavy brown boots were resting on the table while his left hand held a box of newports and his right thumbed his zippo. In truth he had no need for the newports but at this point he simply enjoy the smoke. His lips were a pale blue from lack of blood and his skin a inhuman white. His body looked like it had just been fished out of a river the way his skin near his eyes were cracked and his hair was wet from the rain outside.

Running from a vampire older then any he had ever met left little time to feed and he was starting to feel the affects of running on his bloodless body. Pulling his last blood bag from his coat pocket he drank the tiny amount that remained. It did little truly his skin healed and turned a more natural color but his lips remained blue and his body was clearly weak. How he was loathing the idea of meeting Nyx in this state of weakness. He had seen the way those young vampires had eyed him when he entered. In truth he would have a hard enough time with them much less Nyx, who could kill him even when he was in prime condition, now he would be less then a dying pet to the coven leader he needed to speak with.

The message had already been sent and now he would have to wait until she arrived. He had decided against going to her office, she would do less here simply because there was less materials to work with, though if she told him to go to the office his honor would force him to go even though he might aswell have been walking to his death.

Taking a deep breathe he put the newport out on his boot and left the bud in the ashtray. "Oh please be in a good mood today Nyx, I don't think I can endure your temper today and I need one last favor." He knew that if he got out he would be getting off easy. This wasn't the first favor he would be taking and he had yet to pay the vampire back for the others. How he hated having to be here. So many mortals and such loud music. Next time he should send for her to meet him somewhere else, perhaps near another covens headqaurters? Well it mattered little, if all went well tonight this would be the last time he would have to see the woman. All this coven had been was burdens, he had yet to see a problem he had needed solved by them that wasn't the coven's own fault to begin with. A horrid cycle but what did he know? The lanorus clan was falling and the coven it had started in Ireland had died when the three siblings left europe, now Tristan was out after Mitchifer and he didn't have time to worry over some vampire no matter how attractive, it was after all it was just another vampire.