Hunter walked in with his trade mark one green, one black pair of converses. He also wore an olive green short sleeve button up open with a black shirt underneath with a sickle and hammer, and the same tight jeans he normally wore. He didn't wear any head wear or outrageous accessories like he normally did, except for arm sleeves made of maroon soccer socks.

He didn't get right into the mosh pits yet, it was early and there were high school preps. He hated never did like preps, since they came around. He always stayed away from them when he could, so he just went up to the bar and ordered a shot of Vladie.

Yeah, preps were stupid... So were those handful of idiots who were bashing each other in the front row.... God what a race of morons... And hell... She'd been one at one point not all that long ago. It was only by Raven's love and his master's cruelty that she was what she was now.

And it was her love that kept her heart ever faithful to him, as if that were some grueling task... Hah... Not a man alive would even be able to see her heart.

But her body... Now that was meant to be seen.

Alexandra wore black fishnets with a pair of strapy heals, a denim skirt that barely covered much of anything and a tank-top that left about half her smooth stomach showing. Hell, the only skin that was really covered were the ones that were considered to be 'inappropriate' by society... Namely her smallish-but nice shaped breasts and her delicious looking backside. It was such a shame to cover all that up... Even after she'd worked so hard as a mortal to make her body the best it could be. And hell, growing up beautiful in LA without any plastic surgery wasn't easy.

She was out for a bit of a hunt tonight in more ways than one.... Raven was off doing something for the Coven... And he wold not be back until nearly dawn... So Alex simply had to keep herself occupied.

With a delicate sigh she leaned against the bar and flicked her wrist for the waiter's attention. "Can I get a dry martini, Three Measures of Gordon’s, One of Vodka, Half of Kina Lillet... Oh... Shaken to bruise the gin please..." Alex snapped before turning to face the crowd once more.

Humans... Just a waist of time. None of them could give her what she wanted.

Hunter heard the order and was damn well surprised. He pushed from the bar and spun his chair toward her. He could tell that she was the kind that liked attention, everything about her said that she wanted to be seen.

He cracked a joking smile and raised an eyebrow as he said, "Heh, sounds like you don't joke with your drinks. Then again, I feel you don't have much to worry about in them, do you?" He was, of course, passively asking if she was a vampire in a way that humans would catch on.

"S'cuse me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned to the man who'd spoken to her. Hmm... Man... But not Human.

"And what do you mean by that? It's not a drink that could knock a horse out or anything." She said as she turned back to the bar.

Vampire yes... But he was weak... Well, maybe not weak, bu weaker than she was perhaps, or at least not as strong as she'd like. Not someone who could really hold her attention too long.

"Or can you just not hold your drinks well?" She said with a smirk.

"Never said it had to get someone drunk, it's just that you order you're stuff particularly. You know what you want."

Hunter caught glimpse of the fangs on all of the E sounds. And from the attitude, he could tell she was of Ishak. It was inevadable, no other member of any other coven would put out this kind of show.

"I can also see you're a proud type. May want to watch it around here with that, you may get more than you ask for." Hunter loved doing this, he felt that it would just aggravate her enough to get her ticked. He liked to get on people nerves sometimes.

"If you don't know what you want, you know nothing. What you want should be the most important thing in the world, and if it's not... Clearly you have to prioritize better." She said with a slight grin.

"Proud? Hah... Wrong again darling. Proud is arrogance without sustenance... Being unable to back up what you say or what you mean. Confidence is arrogance with sustenance." Had he asked flat out, she would have told him yes, by blood and love she was an Ishak, but her bonds with the coven went only so far as her lover, her sire. She herself had no part in it unless requested by Kei, and only because she knew Raven would be torn if she completely distanced herself.

"More than I asked for? And just what is it... may I ask... That I've asked for?" Because as far as she knew, she hadn't asked anything of this vampire.

She'd only asked for the drink, which finally getting, she sipped on delicately.

"Ah, now calm down, I havel the answers on what you are now," Even through her answers he knew that she knew what he was talking about, "but now I'll sit down to know who you really are."

Hunter hadn't touched his shot yet, he was saving it for when the preps started to leave. He never drank much, so that was enough to give him at least a buzz and give him a better time spinning around in the moshes.

Calm down? She wasn't even riled up. And if he thought she was... Hah... Was he an idiot.

But whatever. Most guys are idiots anyway, there were very few who actually knew what they were doing... And Huh... Those were the ones who thought a woman was acting out if she spoke her mind. Interesting.

"You don't want to know me hun... Or... Well, you shouldn't want to know me." She said with a sigh as she sipped at her drink. Maybe next time Raven had an errand, she'd join him simply to spare herself this type of torture or so she wouldn't simply be waiting at home for him.

It was still only for the taste that she drank, for since her turning she couldn't get drunk on much of anything anymore, only harder drugs even began to effect her. But she was beyond that now. She didn't need drugs to feel that same high. She didn't need to get drunk to toss her cares to the wind.

"You? Answers? Don't make me laugh. You're a fool boy, do you know a thing about women? How to approach them, how to seduce them, how to fuck them even? Did you die with your prick still in it's wrapper?" She smirked before sipping again.

"No one said seduce, please. Yeah, I'll admit, I have been making it sound like I've been trying. If I had been seducing you, I'd be a lot less evident about it. And screwin', I do it rarely, yeah, but that's only because I get my kicks in other ways more often. Plus, you don't look my type."

The preps all left at once, since it was more than likely they came together. Then, what Hunter would consider 'real metal' started to play.

Hunter downed his shot as fast as he could and said, "Now this is an atmosphere for my kind."

"You really need to watch what you say unless you don't mind a few cheap shots every now and again." She advised wryly. After all she could have made half a dozen comments about the 'other ways' he got his kicks.

"What, you're about forty... fifty? Somewhere around my age? Yes you still act no older than the twenty or so you were turned at. It's amazing... Men this century never seem to mature or raise their IQ's..." She shook her head and watched as the wanna-be's on the floor headed off. Damn it all... She wasn't hungry, and they wouldn't satisfy her...

Useless...

"If you don't get around a lot, or even see a lot of action, then I take it you don't have a woman..." Well she couldn't smell a woman on him. "Pity... You'd probably be a lot more fun if you did... Even if you were gay and had a guy you'd be more fun." She gave a groan though as new music began to play. At least the last stuff had been Rock... Modern yes, but rock none the less.

She'd just come on the wrong day hadn't she?

"Why can't they ever play decent music here..." She muttered as she turned back to her drink. Damn it was almost done....

"Tch, you think I have a care about what you insult me with, they're either true or I already backed them up. As far as maturity goes, who needs it? Just another standard of what people 'should' be if you ask me. As far as a woman though, still looking for the right one, not desperate for any ass on the street, you know."

Hunter started to head-bob to the music. Unlike some, he head bob included everything, his legs, torso, arms. The only thing that made it not head banging was the fact that his head bang was even more extreme.

Hunter heard the mumble and saw the look on her face. "So I take it you don't like this, do yeah?"

"I'm not just any ass Sweetheart." She gave him a little wink. "But it's nice when you have the right one, and still can have a bit of fun on the side and he doesn't mind." She said with a smile. "Granted I rarely ever find someone who can keep me amused."

She watched as he... As he began to have convulsions...

Well that was the only way she could describe what he was doing. So... He liked this music.... Interesting.

"Me... Well I'm stuck in the eighties. I grew up in LA, the scene of Hair Metal, Cock Rock, call it what you will, it's called Classic Rock now. But that's my era, my world... My generation." She gave a little grin then.

"You ever heard of Traci Gunn? From LA Gunns? Founding member of Guns N Roses? I did him. Back when I was just turned. He was fun... Only guy with a name I did." She said before draining her drink. "But I don't just sleep around, really. I find one guy I like for a while, get rid of him when I'm bored. But I've found someone I don't think I'll ever get bored with." She said with a fond smile.

Her hand shot out a second later grabbing the barman. "Triple Crown Royal on the rocks hun. I feel the need fir a bit of a burn." She purred at the man, blowing him a little kiss as he hurried off for her drink.

"So.... Do you have a name?"

"Yeah, the name's Hunter, and your story reminds me of one I had, but it's a little less passionate. Do you know Tim Commerford, the bassist for Rage Against the Machine, I taught him how to rip it up bass. Now what would be you're name?"

"That... Is nothing like my story..." She said with a sigh, staring off into the distance. Maybe there was some unlucky bastard who'd find her interesting out there. Someone she could tear up and ride the hell out of before well... tearing him up.

"Music and sex are alike... But not that alike... Hunter." She said as she took her new drink and sipped at it, loving the burn at her throat.

"And my name... It could be really anything. Call me Leo though. I've been favoring that lately..." She said with a smirk as she ran a veritable claw around the outside rim of the glass. But the nail grew back slowly as she grinned up at him.

"Oh, and Rage sucks." She added casually before sipping her drink again. Good bands stopped getting together around 1989... Yeah... That was the year a lot of things went to hell really... That was when she really began to get pulled in by her darker side... When she became lost to the blood... Five years of wondering why you were a vampire, who had turned you and where they were.

After five years of searching she'd begun to lose hope... But it was always there... Everytime she had heard that voice in her mind telling her to be strong... Helping her hold on through pain... Through blood and darkness.

"And there's no point in trying to argue that fact with me..." She said with a little fake yawn as if she were bored. And well... She... She kinda was.

"Rage sucks? And you think sleeping with a rockstar makes you special? I'm sure if you ask any chick who was hot in the 80's and lived in Cali, you'll find the 2/5 will say they did him too. Now maybe if you were Ron Jeremy's first lay that put him in so many porns, then you can impress me. I contributed something to tiny Tim by teaching him something that gave him a name. I hardly see how your story is more impressive."

Hunter looked away for a second. "You're probably the hardest person ever to talk to." Then he looked up and said, "But I guess I've just been trying to one-up you or do something that makes an ass out of me, so let's start this over."

"I was in a porn once long ago if that counts for anything. It... Well it just wasn't my thing. I don't like people watching what I do behind closed doors. They're closed for a reason after all." She grinned.

"But no, I wasn't saying my story was better than yours... I simply said they were nothing alike. But thank you for saying I'm hot. It's always a good thing to know that I can get your attention if I need it." She chuckled slightly before taking another sip. Nearly snorting as he said that she was hard to talk to.

"I'm a woman... And I have a very short attention span when it comes to conversation. I do apologize." She smiled as she grabbed her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Ah, it was so wonderful her bad habits would never kill her. Well at least not the drinking, the smoking or the drugs. She'd survived all sorts of things and beaten all sorts of odds, but she was no match for a jealous vampire... Well what human was a match for any sort of vampire?

But two of her nighters had a disease of some sort or another that she knew about, she never used any sort of protection unless She knew that they had something... She did all sorts of drugs and drank until she passed out every night... It was a miracle she'd survived to be bitten even.

After she had lit the cigarette she inhaled deeply, holding the smoke for a few seconds. "But no... I'm not big into really heavy metal... Or people screaming into a microphone... I'm more a fan of audible lyrics, great solos and hot guys to be completely honest." She chuckled offering the pack out to her temporary companion.

"I'm with you most of the way on that one, I like coherent lyrics. A lot of the metal I listen to though has deep meaning to me. I feel that when some people scream actual words into a mic, it's like they're putting more into it."

A fast double-bass part started after he had said that, and there was a punky group behind him just standing around.

Hunter smiled at her and said, "And you gotta love the dances." With that he jumped out of his chair and galloped into the group shoving them around. Others came over and got into the mosh pit. After it had stopped Hunter walked back to the chair with blood of what were wounds on his arm and lip.

"Now that's the most fun I ever have in dancing." He wiped off the blood onto his hand and with a silly face, sucked it off of his fingers.

Leo only watched for a moment as the gorilla bounded off to bang about in a self created mosh pit. She had more entertaining things to be doing with her time. Well... Not really acutally. But anything was probably more entertaining.

After the song was over she was on her second round of Crown Royal, and the guy... came... back...

"Dancing? Please... Don't insult the art by calling what you just did dancing." She said casually, as if it were just a comment on the breeze. "There are animals who act more civilized. Gorillas being one of them. No wonder why they are irritated by more simple minded primates who jump about and screach." She tossed the rest of the shots back quickly and signeled for another.

"You ever been to a strip club? That's dancing and that takes talent. Talent being the key to dancing hun. Jumping, headbutting and chest bouncing does not qualify as dancing. Am I sounding like an oldfasion and uptight bitch yet?" She asked with a grin.

She could show him dancing, real dancing. But she doubted that he would even be interested. After all... Dancing involved seduction. What else was it good for? Why did animals have mating dances? What else was dancing good for? Look at the tango, the Salsa. Dancing was about seduction, end of point. If it didn't require talent and it wasn't about seducing someone else, it wasn't dancing.

Hunter raised an eyebrow as he said, "Maybe you aren't familiar with tribal dances. That's why I mosh, to recreate those old, almost forgotten forms of dancing. I find moshing to be just a newer version of them."

Hunter started to air guitar the next song. As he head bobbed, he swept his head down and picked up one her shots with his mouth and went bottoms up. He put it back down with no stutter in rhythm or playing.

She had been doing her best to ignore the idiot she had the misfortune of meeting, and it had been going well. As she had found a man who ming be of some interest tonight. Or at least a good play toy.

Alexhad just been about to grab her glass and drain the remainder of the whiskey when it was snatched up by the same idiot from before... pretending to play the guitar he had bent down and grabbed the glass in his teeth and drained it.

With a vicious snarl her hand struck out across his face leaving four deep and long gashes from ear to nose.

"I've had enough of your stupidity and your Neanderthal like behavior! Get the hell out of this bar before I tear your head from your shoulders you worthless piece of shit!" Her eyes were red with anger, glaring at him so that he knew that her words weren't just a threat.