Why was she working? She shouldn't have been working there, she should've left the nightclub for somewhere else, somewhere where Ferox wouldn't find her, but she wasn't certain if he'd come for her again. It was a week after what happened with Ferox. Jenny couldn't believe that she fell for his tricks so easily. True he could've crushed her mind with his, but she knew he'd pull something like that. If only he hadn't recognized her.

Working the bar again, Jenny was wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and a slightly loose fitting black dress shirt. She didn't feel like getting too dressed up, and she sure as hell was watching her back for him. Jenny just kept on telling herself that he wouldn't come back, not after what he did to her. She told Angel about it, and he was disappointed but understood the situation. He still fed from her knowing that it was against her will, that she was influenced by Ferox.

Jenny was moving from one end of the bar to the other serving customers and cleaning messes wherever they were. She hoped to God that this night was one where she didn't run into a male vampire.

There were vampires in the White Mice tonight. Beatrix could smell them. It was difficult to determine gender with so many people in one place and she couldn't see any she recognized through the group of dancing mortals before her, but they were most definitely there. Ordinarily, Beatrix might be dancing; but she had done her dancing for the evening and now, just a little after 12:30, she was having a drink or three. Actually, she was on her second martini. She wasn't sitting at the bar, though; she was sitting at one of the tables on the east wall of the club.

The girl tending the bar at the moment had brought her the first martini of the evening, but a mortal man had brought her the second. She could smell the blood on the girl; it was a subtle scent, the scent of dead flesh. She was a familiar, one used for feeding; she knew about vampires. But as usual, the old one had already fed for the evening and was now just out enjoying herself after a show at the local theatre. She'd done some dancing, seduced a couple of men and let them loose with addled brains and clouded thoughts, but it was the martini she was sipping that held her attention now.

Tonight Rem was sitting in the corner looking out at the crowd like normal, though there was nothing truly normal about any night for the walking undead. She had been sitting there sipping on the same beer for about the last hour stopping only when her cold flesh could no longer cool its contents, which can take a while. She had no though of getting a new one, or of getting up and departing her perched. Though she had been offer a new one once or twice she was had not been in the mood to fill her "stomach" with alcoholic drinks just yet.

In the dimly light corner Rem's skin seemed to be a much darker color than the normal pale tan she sported. It only seemed to complement her backless hunter green halter top and tight black low-rider jeans. She had not been in the mood to do much with her hair other than let it part its normal way and rest freely across her bare neck and shoulders. To complete her outfit she wore 1 1/2 spiked black heels, and a gold earrings that dangled about an inch.

Rem had yet to feed this night and had little luck finding the right candidate for her punishment, though there were a few that she was still considering making an offer. For now she would just have to wait, and for that she would need another drink. Standing with out any issues she slowly makes her way past the dance floor towards the bar; all the while letting her sender hips work their “magic” as they swayed back and forth.

Thoughts of Ferox still ran through Jenny's mind. He played her for a fool, played with her emotions. She was a fool for even thinking of those emotions again, and she wanted to go find him, and hit him as fast and hard as she could with her car, though she knew it wouldn't work. It was over between him and her, Jenny's place was with Angel, not with anyone else. She was just a fool to think that he wouldn't manipulate her that easily.

Moving out of the bar she decided it was best to do something else. "Hey do you mind if I just end a little early tonight? I'm not feeling too well." She said with a sigh. Her boss understood, and simply nodded.

Jenny walked past the dance floor and passed one of the girls she saw earlier in the night. She glanced back. There was something that reminded her of Angel and Ferox. The faintest smell of dead flesh, she'd been able to slightly tell the smell from being around Angel for a long time. Thinking twice Jenny moved away from the girl. She needed the rest, but then of course a guy came up to her with two drinks in his hand.

She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but of course the guy wanted to ruin her plans. "I'm sorry I'm not interested." She said with a slight growl in her voice.

"Come on babe, just a drink and a dance." He said blocking her path.

Jenny snorted. "I can't believe my luck...I'm not interested means I'm not interested." She said glaring at him.

Ah, the pain of lost lovers and tragic memories - how they plagued the living and the dead! Yet in truth, vampires were neither living nor dead; rather, they were something in between. They were undead. That was why they were immortal, why they possessed supernatural abilities most mortals couldn't dream of without aid from media such as film and television. For the sake of sanity and comfort, Beatrix would have given up all of her power and immortality to have her husband back with her again. She had grown used to living alone, though it had been the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. Before she'd met Nicolai, she'd enjoyed it; after his death, it had seemed as though every shadow were his and every breeze echoed his voice. Even a half-century later, she could still feel him sometimes when she lay in bed during the day, just before sleep and just after waking.

As she looked up to see a woman being hassled by a guy with two drinks, her lips pursed. She'd had a similar experience the previous evening with a fellow dancer at another club. Tonight, she'd seen The Tell-Tale Heart on stage and come here after for a bit of relaxation. It seemed she'd been right speaking to Catherine the previous evening when she'd mentioned that the world had changed in just a century. Where were morals? Where were values? What was it with the men of today that they had to force themselves upon women? Women had never been first-class citizens, but at least they had earned theirs in the modern age; yet when facing the men they had surpassed as mortals, even immortal women were seen now as little more than pieces of meat on a spit.

As Rem pasted the last dancer at the edge of the floor, she noticed that one of the female bartenders was making their own way through the mass of people towards the exit. It was then that her nose caught the scent faint scent of undead, for the lack of interest she does not pursuer the scent. It was not like she was here to stalk other undead, to each there own, and mine is mortals she thinks to herself as the bartender avoids her like one might the plague. It was not unusual for mortals to avoid her, though it could have been the others in the bar with her. It was hard to tell at times which was true at times.

Rem might have shrugged it off and continued her quest for another beer, but the sound of the woman growling at a some what drunk man standing stopped that idea. Without turning around to look at the male, Rem reaches out with her mind and lightly touches the his mind. Slipping her mental fingers into his thoughts she weaves in her suggestion There are better girls here than her, let's not waste time on her. . Since the man had at least one drink it should not be too hard for him to follow her lead and leave the bartender alone. Removing her metal fingers from his mind satisfied that they were no longer need; she turns and gives a smile towards the girl. One pig down for the night, though i am still without a meal. she thinks lightly to herself as her dark brown hues are left sitting on the girl.