"One of These Nights" was just starting up as the vampire waded slowly through the crowd of drunk, partying teenage mortals. Half of them were high, half of them were just stupid, and most of them were drunk, but that suited Adriano just fine. He liked stupid mortals; they were easier to manipulate than the strong-willed ones. Of course, even the strong-willed ones were weak enough to manipulate with ease. Still, stupid mortals could be fun sometimes.

But right now, he had neither them nor the Eagles on his mind. Right now, he just wanted another drink. He'd fed tonight already, but he liked beer as much as the next guy and wasn't about to give it up just because he was immortal and didn't need to eat or drink anymore. The six cases of Budweiser he had in his fridge at home were evident of that.

Finally, he reached the bar and sat down. He wiggled around his bottle by the neck to get the bartender to get him another one. Then he told the bartender he was getting it free. As per his hypnotic gaze, the bartender was inclined to agree. He loved mortals. They were so fucking easy.

Argen had walked into this Nightclub mere minutes ago and sat down at the bar, before long, many mortal women had come up to him asking him, questions and the such.
Argen wasnt in the mood for them now, maybe later he would feed from them, but not now. Argen looked around the room and noticed a young man with brown hair, after all his long years he could tell a vamp from a mile away, so he brushed off the girls and went to sit next to this man.
Argen sat down, "Hello there" Argen said directing his speech to the man.

He got his beer just as someone sat down next to him. A vampire. He could smell it. He turned to him as he took a sip and used his peripheral vision and other senses to study him. He took in a lot of information a couple drinks of beer before he responded.

"What coven you from?"

He wasn't about to try to penetrate this vamp's mind. He was too powerful. He could smell the age on him. There were a lot of things you could find out just from how someone smelled, and considering the greatly heightened senses he'd acquired upon being turned, it was no problem reading this guy like a book - even if he couldn't get into his head.

"Oh so you noticed ey" Argen smiled
"Coven you say, well I personally hasnt joined one as of yet, but my master has."
Argen had to think even thou he had so much knowledge digging it up was a drag.
"Ah I remember now, Nephim I think it was!"
Argen ordered a white wine and paid the man with a $20 bill, then he sipped his wine.
"And you?" Argen asked.
Even though he knew of the covens he had never really gotten into it, nor spoke to a vamp that was truly into it themselves.

"My sire was of the Tarepha."

Adriano shrugged. He didn't sleep in the sewers like the rest of them did, and he only visited the Sinister Puppet on occasion - he preferred raves to corpses, though the Puppet certainly had its own appeal - but he considered himself one of them and his allegiance had never been questioned.

"I associate with them from time to time."

He drank his beer.

Argen studied this one, he looked quite young couldnt be more than 100.
"My names Argen, do you live around here, im new in town you see!"
Argen shrugged finished off his glass and ordered another.
Argen studied his left hand, while waiting for his drink to come, the scars of old still present, such as the Z shaped scar on palm, from when he was about 12 and cut himself with the a knife, Feh at least the other scars Post-sire had healed.

Adriano shook his head as he took another drink. New to town, huh. Well that was interesting. It seemed all the vampires here were either her for awhile or else inbred from the mortal citizenry. People like Adriano, for example.

"I live outside of town."

"Oh I see"
Argen looked down at his wine glasse empty again, he loved getting drunk but it took a while for it to kick in. So he ordered a Vodka.

"well I need to find a place to stay, and some thing to feed on, im here looking for some one you see, BTW you never told me your name"

Argens Icy blue eyes looked at the young man waiting for an answer.

"Adriano."

It was a simple answer, but there wasn't much else to say. There was nothing to respond to but the question, and a name didn't require lengthy explanations.

"Yours?"

Now he was slightly curious. It was probably only because the man was a vamp, but that was okay. Regardless of his identity, he was curious about his name. For one thing, he knew most of the vampires in the Tarepha coven. He'd even met Euthalia a couple of times, though he'd never really gotten to know her. He knew she wasn't a vampire to mess with; her child's body was nothing to the power she held in her mind and in that little 'child's body'. She was not someone to piss off. But he liked to meet new vampires. Maybe it was a flaw.

"Ha you really have a short memory ey, I already said my name, was Argen"
This Vamp was intresting him alot.
"Adriano? does your origins start in this country or are you an immigrant"
Argen didnt care about being hasty or invading privacy that much.

Ah. Of course. Well, this was his ninth beer. Fortunately, he could hold his liquor like nobody's business. That was the advantage of being a vampire. But he thought having already downed eight beers was a good enough excuse for him to forget a little thing like a name.

"It's the beer," he said. "I'm Italian and German, though I was born here in Demaitre. How about yourself?"

"Well I'm a full blooded Italian, born, bred, died in rome"
Argen was starting to get hungry were was those women when you needed them
"Im going outside care to join me!"
Argen stood up and looked at Adriano

"Sure."

He wasn't much of a talker. He'd never been. He did his talking with his fists, after all. And he did it all the more effectively now that he was a vampire. Of course, he'd been a vampire for over a decade. But to the vampire underworld, that wasn't even the equivalent of a single hour. Not when time itself was their playground.

Our playground, he reminded himself. Sometimes he still had to remember that he had once been mortal. It wasn't impossible, but it got harder and harder by the day. Not that he minded forgetting. After all, he had about a dozen women at his house just waiting for him to play with them. And he could never have gotten that as a mortal.

"Seeing as you know this area better, where do you suggest we go, I need to feed where are good spots"
Argen looked up into the cloudy sky, then lowered his head with a sigh.
"as you live outside of town, why the need to come down here?"
Argen wasnt at all pleased with this area, mainly because he was hungry and grumpy.

"First rule of Demaitre," he said as he stepped outside with the older vampire.

He downed his beer in one gulp and hurled the beer bottle at a nearby brick wall, where it promptly shattered into countless peices of reflective, dark-coloured glass shimmering on the cracked concrete sidewalk. Then he let his fangs flow from the not-so-tender flesh of his upper gums. Yes, it was most definitely time to feed. And while he had already done so, he was always up for more. Always.

"It's all about territory. Hunt whereever you want, but don't get caught unless you're ready for a fight. You're in Tarepha territory now."

Sure enough, he could smell at least a couple of dozen Tarepha out hunting within a three-block radius - and only a couple of them were fucking while doing it. Most just ripped their prey apart. But there was also someone else - a group of teenagers. They were drunk. Apparently, it was someone's birthday. They were two blocks up.

"There's an sidewalk party two blocks up," he said just in case the older vampire had missed it. Not likely, but some of these ancients were senile. "Let's crash it," he said with a grin that would have frightened children and their mothers alike. He stepped into the shadows, blending well, and leaped up and backward onto the rooftops. Then he rushed forward and took a flying leap to the next block. Knowing full well the other vampire could have heard him even had he uttered the softest of whispers, he addressed him again without looking back at him. "You coming or what?" Then he leaped to the next rooftop and prepared to pounce, looking on the fresh young mortals hungrily...

Argen was empressed at energy of this young Vampire,
"Sidewalk, party ey!"
Argen jumped and sprinted following the younger vampire, and appeared to his size.
He looked down at the mortals and he became full of lust, the blood kind and the normal kind.
"You sure do know you way around this area"
Argen flicked his hair back and revealed his fangs, he altered his age to his young 20s.
"So shall we go?"

"I'm already there," he said as he sped forward, his motions a blur. There wasn't time to scream, and yet someone did. There were seven of them altogether. He took three for himself and left the rest to his companion. He could have had more, but fair was fair and the other vamp probably needed more. He was much older, after all. Then again, they were immortal - who knew how different an ancient was from a much younger vampire like himself?

He quickly drained one and then moved on to the next, pinning the other with one arm and keeping her from screaming. He then dropped her boyfriend and raped her as he fed from her, feeling her up in all the right places before finally dropping her and staggering back, reeling in the ecstacy of the meal.

Argen slowly landed on the ground, and watched the young vampire ravish his meal,
Argen flashed in front of the other 4 victims, rooted in place by their fear. Argen flicked his hair and started to wave his silver cross pendant in front of their eyes.
The 3 girls and 1 man followed Argen into the alley way across the street.
The 3 girls bared their necks and started to rub against Argen 3 at once it was a normal feeding for him, while he was intimate with one of the girls the other two started to bit his flesh and rub their hands over his back and down his legs. "Lord Argen you are my silver desire!" the women started to plea filled with pleasure. the repeated it over and over. When Argen was finished with all 3 women, he took his fill from the 3 women and the man handed him his wallet.
"Thank you, Girls!"
Argen waved his hands at the women and the man, they walked out of the alley and continued on with what they were doing.
Argen walked back towards the younger vamp, wiping the blood from his lips onto a white cloth in his pocket.

He grinned maliciously, having been filled with bloodlust and physical lust as well as eagerness as he'd fed. The euphoria he'd experienced had not completely faded, and he was more than ready to go on a killing spree. And with several hours left until dawn, he could have quite a lot of fun.

"Enjoy your meal? A clean one, you are."

He said nothing more as his fangy grin melted into a smooth, confidend smirk. His eyes flashed in the dim lighting of the nearby streetlamp. Someone - an older woman - screamed nearby and ran back into her house.

"She might be a problem. But not for me."

He pulled out a lighter and piled the bodies together into an alley nearby - not the same one his companion had fed in, though - and lit them aflame.

"I hate gin. But it burns good."

And sure enough, his molotov cocktail was a great way to dispose of the bodies. The river was several miles from here, after all, and he didn't feel like carting three bodies halfway across town.

"I see you left desert, though."

He went forward and finished off the women and man that Argen had not. Then he disposed of them in a similar manner. As he approached Argen, he mentioned the sirens in the distance.

"Cops. Wanna have some more fun? Or should we just beat it? We don't want the Amman breathing down our necks, after all, or even my own coven - the Tarepha. They'd rip us to shreds for exposing ourselves. Up to you."

"Personally I prefer not to kill my mortals, as then I lower the risk of being found out and then I can feed from them more and more."
Argen thought about the sirens I guess we could go, I still need to find a place to sleep.

"And I quite like cops my self" Argen smiled.

"You have much to learn in concealment"
Argen then jumped up high and landed on the top of the buildings, thinking to himself that these young vamps were much to hyped and reckless, they run the risk of exposing our covens, back in America, Argen taught the young vamps how to behave and act, so times like this would never arise.

looking down, "Are you coming then?"

"Fuck concealment. We're population control."

He watched as the man started to move away.

"I've a place to sleep myself, but we've hours before dawn. I'll move from here, but only to avoid publicity. Besides, this'll just be written off as gang violence and a crazy old hag. Let's go."

"Ah but with gang violence they dont burn the bodies"

Things here in Canada were different than in the states, then again Argen remembers the times from his travels were everything was fucked up.

"You might have a place to sleep but I havent yet aquired one, I like to have my place ready so I dont have to rush for cover!" Argen sighed

"your rash behaviour could get you killed one day" He said why jumping from roof to roof.

"Funny, that's what my father always said. And anyway, the cops can't touch us. If they could, we'd just make the evidence disappear. And what the media believes won't hurt us."

True enough. Local TV news channels were useful for spreading false rumors that helped to cover up the truth about what was happening. It protected lawyers and cops, but they also protected vampires.

"Ha my point proven, I wasnt talking about cops, another, older stronger vamp could easily get pissed at you and well..."

Argen grinned as he continued to prowl the night, his coat flapping in the winds.

"To be a mesmer is a great thing, basically they agree to it all, no crime no punishment"

Argen began to think about those Geisha girls in japan.

"And for a man like me sometimes you dont even have to try!"

"Quit gloating. I, too, can mezmerize and command. Sometimes I do. But most of the time, I just like my the tear-and-feed method."

He ran alongside the old vampire. He could probably move far more swiftly. Perhaps he simply wanted the company. Adriano could care less, of course. Friends were great, but he'd never really met anyone he could call a 'friend' and friends could cause you trouble besides.

"Ha tear and feed, quite the child or fanatics way of feeding, when god grants you the use of knife and fork grasp it, for a mess is a mess"

Argen enjoyed viewing the area from so high up he he could see everything, he could empathize with the cities bleeding heart, He would search for Anita, but how long had it been since he last smelt her scent, could he remember her, smell her touch it was all he had.

"Believe what you want, but to me it's art. Same with most of the rest of the Tarepha. And the Bible is just an historical reference, not a guide for everyone's life."

If it was, then vampires wouldn't exist. Perhaps god considered them mankind's apocalyptic predators, or perhaps they were simply a fluke. But that didn't make sense because god was supposed to be perfect or something. Regardless, Adriano didn't hold much stock in god. It was true that he didn't completely understand the full scope of a vampire's powers, but in most cases he liked to be able to see and touch whatever it was he was supposed to believe in. He wasn't necessarily an atheist; he had an open mind. He just wanted proof before he swore himself to something as far out as a supreme being and almighty creator of the heavens and the earth.

"Once again you are clouded, my reference to god, was like a shit in a park no point to it, I was just showing, if you have something use it, you have it for a reason."

Argen remembered back when He and Gregorio would travel and Argen asked why does he always pay for things when he coulds just as easily take them, he answered that.
'God hath giveth us this money, so why shall we not spendeth it' it was just message that told Argen use what you have been given or else the point of it being given would be meaningless.

Adriano said nothing. There was nothing to say. He simply ran along with his new companion in silence, enjoying the night wind blowing on his face as he rushed through it like a hot knife slicing through soft, warm butter. In truth, what the man said made sense to him. But whatever he exposed someone else could cover up. And while it was true that pissing other vampires off wasn't the best idea, he had an entire coven to protect him - unless it was someone in his own coven that he pissed off, of course. But what he did usually wasn't traced back to him or anyone else with similar habits, so he wasn't exactly worried about it.

"Ah I hoped you have grasped my point!"
Argen beginning to get tired, not like mortals, but tired of just looking around so he came to a stop.
"Im going to stop here" He said
Argen jumped down and walked into a park looked around and then sat down on one of the park benches. He spread himself out along the bench feeling the cool night air pat against his skin and he thought how long ago it was that he saw a sunset.

He nodded. He smelled several mortals to ravage nearby.

"Guess I'll have a post-meal meal on my own. Check out the Sinister Puppet if you get a chance. It's a bit morbid for non-Tarepha, but they'll gladly let you stay the night for a price. Just not in the underground bunks. It's on the southwest side of town, near where the bars and nightclubs are."

With that, he began slipping into the shadows to hunt down some more fun...

"Goodbye, and I had a nice time speaking with you"
Argen smiled and then began to look for a place to to sleep...