He didn't want to hear the screams so he cupped her mouth.
He didn't want her to fight so he smashed her head against the brick.
He didn't want her to die but it was happening.
Red was everywhere.
His mouth worked tirelessly against the woman's neck. She was fair, middle aged and her blood was reek with alcohol- something that no longer affected Konrad Durr. Blood was his passion and his addiction nowadays.

He had tried. he had tried not to kill her but her screams and struggled only drove his demonic desires to their peak and he sucked and sucked until the woman grew almost cold in his arms. Gone.

She was gone.

Konrad looked down inn horror at what he had done. Sure, before it had been fine- the officers deserved every act of violence he and his sister spewed upon them. They deserved it, but she? She was innocent!

"No one's innocent dear brother," came a familiar voice. Carina smiled in the shadows and made a rather disgusted face at her brother.
"Everyone has their faults. Everyone has to die sometime brother. You forget that you yourself deserve to die- as do I for our sins. But we cannot!" Carina laughed, the noise wickedly painful upon her brother's ears as he watched the young and restless monster move towards him.

"No. No." he replied, shaking his head. She had gone too far. She had always gone too far. Konrad ran from his sister- cowardly as he was and fled to the bar. It made sense to fear Carina for she was untameable and wild. She was scary- plain as that and Konrad had found that he did not want to become her. He never should have turned his sister. But he never knew.... never knew what she would have became.
He snuck into the back entrance of the White Mice and went to the bathroom to wash the blood off his face and change his clothes. No one saw him. That was good. His mind wandered for a moment.

He would never be like Carina. never. Never would he let his hunger take the best of him- never again. What would father say? After all these years?
And so Konrad went to do his job, his thoughts leaving Carina behind as he put on a good-natured smile and got to work behind the bar- dark brown eyes glittering with a kindness unlike his sister.
He gave the impression that you could trust him. many did- but whether he was worthy or that trust was an entirely different question.

Nitalya had just left the ER when she decided that tonight she would 'celebrate', the day had gone good for once. there was no fresh corpse in the morgue waiting to be collected by grieving family. that was just a small triumph to her, putting her in a slightly better than average mood. hurrying home she takes a shower trying as always to wash the scent of the ER off her body and out of her hair. an hour later leaves her small apartment in a cream turtleneck, a pair of bluejeans, black 1" dress boots, finished with her leather gloves and black winter mid length coat.

instead of heading to her normal lonely pubs or liqueur stores she hails a cab and tells him to take her to the White Mouse. her need to be self destructive never brought her to the 'hippier' places to drink, though tonight she decided that she needed to be surrounded with life.

it was not long before she was standing out side the large unexplored club, starting to think twice about coming. [i]there are too many people....... too lively..... i cant enjoy myself..... can i?..... taking a breath she finally enters the chaotic room, at once she is overtaken by the music and laughter. her body tenses as she once again thinks about leaving, though she reminds herself she is celebrating tonight.

slowly she picks her way through the dance floor over to an empty seat at the bar. Sitting down she turns to look over the room once more for any possible danger and the best exits. she could not help it, it was a bad habit that had saved her a few times in the past. finding all she needed she decides to finally order a drink. in a light heart tone tinted by tiredness she calls out [b]hey..... can i get a bottle of vodka? to the brown eyed bartender.