Blue and purple, red and yellow, green and more shades of the lot flashed in the strobe lights that covered the place like some modern-day punk-style disco joint. The alcohol flowed freely, the DJ rocked out to Metallica and other heavy metal or hard rock bands, and mohawks seemed to be the theme of the night. No discount for the vamps who didn't have them, but some of the vamps hardly needed them. People like Jacob, for example, were hardly in short supply of cash. All he had to do was hunt, and suddenly he had whatever the victim(s) had. Sometimes he played with their bodies, not just their minds, before feeding - but the result was always the same. The only bad part was some of them didn't live alone; but that was okay - it was just a second meal that he didn't mind enjoying. It usually wasn't as fun as the first, as it wasn't as much of a hunt in most cases, but it was still delicious.

The bodies were packed in tight on the dance floor, moving and bumping and grinding to the beats as the lights washed over them. Jacob was right there with the mortals. Through all the sweat and alcohol, the cheap cologne and expensive perfume, the hair dye and the gel and the pheromones - through all of that, albeit faintly, he could smell other vamps jiving and jumping just as he was. He didn't mind the close proximity at all; in fact, he loved it. The smell of all that fresh blood drove him wild, and it was easy to feed little by little in such a place without getting caught. If a few people dropped, too bad; they were just cattle, and not many would chalk it up to much more than the exhaustion of the dancing or the effects of the various drugs and alcohol they'd taken into their weak bodies over the course of the evening.

In short, it was hardly a night for the faint of heart.

"Frantic" blared from the massive speakers as many around Jacob screamed the lyrics while dancing, though Jacob himself was silent in his movements. In truth, he hadn't fed from anyone tonight. He usually grabbed someone within the last couple hours of the night chased them into the subway. From there, it was easy to take them - and fun. He knew the sewers of this city like the back of his hand and the subway tunnels almost as well - whereas most mortals (and even many immortals, save other Tarepha) did not. That was one reason the Amman had never bothered trying to wipe the Tarepha out - well, that and Euphalia. She was a pretty damned good reason to leave the Tarepha the fuck alone.

As it finally came to an end, though, Jacob began dancing his way through the crowd to the opening tunes of "Some Kind of Monster". Finally, he left just as several others - mortals all - broke apart from the crowd. They were exhausted, but they looked thoroughly pleased with themselves; some of them were even grinning and laughing. Overall, though, they were mostly just pleasantly exhausted. One girl yelled over the music that it was amazing how much stamina Jacob had. He smirked back at her before heading for the bar. He could have gone on for days without stopping had the club not been closed as soon as the clock struck three. Fortunately, it opened for raves again once eight o'clock hit the next evening.

Jacob plopped down onto a stool and threw a twenty up. That was eough to pay for several double-shots of dry vodka. His black-rimmed, black-lensed oval sunglasses would have been an oddity anywhere else, but for too many they were the style of modern youth and that only helped the vampire blend even more as he protected his eyes from the piercing, burning lights that adorned the ceiling of the club's first floor. He got his vodka and downed it at once, motioning for the bartender to keep them coming. He sipped his second one, though, not wanting to totally waste it. He wasn't here just to get wasted, you see; he was here to have fun.

nitalya was not sure what brought her to the White Mice other than the fact that Jeff, her coworker, threatened to take her out kicking and screaming if necessary if she did not stop just going home to drink alone. it was not that she could not have stopped him from trying, but she did not want to have to hurt him in the process. it would not have looked good if she had to explain first off how she managed to take down the 6'2 fella, or why she did it. she had to agree though tonight was a good night to try a more lively place since for once she had a good day at work, though that did not stop her from her customary scrubbing when she got home before heading out in fresh clothing.

since the night was warm she settled on a sleeveless cream shirt that seemed fit her body like a glove, along with a pair of dark chocolate boot cut jeans. she wore her customary black boots on giving her an extra 1 1/2 inches to her already tall figure, and her black leather gloves. the smell of bleach seemed to linger on her making her for the night wear a light amount of lavender perfume to try and cover it.

she had left her bike about a block away in hopes it would not get scratched in the crowed lots near the club, not to mention the short walk gave her enough time to get rid the slight helmet hair she had gotten on the rid over. her hair flowed down her face like crimson silk as it seemed to try and hide her hazel hues from the world.

entering the door was the easy part compared to trying to get to the bar through the crowd of ravers, though finally she made her way there. she took just enough time to glance about her and see who was around before taking the only open seat next to a fella with purple hair. she could smell the vodka before she even saw it making her smirk and give the guy another glance before calling out to the bar tender that she wanted the same thing he had. it was not that she anything for him it was just he had her drink of choice. the expression on her face was not her normal gloomy one after a bad day, though it was nothing close to smiling either.

OOC-hope it was a good read, i was trying to get past my writers block.

((Not a problem.))

Amidst the sweat and the alcohol, the cologne and perfume, the filth of people who hadn't showered and the freshly-showered smell of people who had, the mixed scent of lavender and bleach wrinkled the nose of the lone vampire. His slicked-back strands of straight, dark-purple hair didn't seem to move at all as he glanced toward the source of the odd smell, though blood and other scents lay deep under his initial olfactory observations. They were faint even to him, but then, he was only fifty; there were vampires out there that were thousands of years old - people like the Tarepha leader Euthalia Akakios, for example, a woman with a twisted mind trapped in the body of an adorable six-year-old. Actually, he wasn't sure how old the girl was physically, but she couldn't have been more than five or six in body.

The shirt the woman wore was hardly revealing, though it did reveal enough for any man to know that here was an attractive young woman. She wasn't that old, either, but she was mortal. She would be fun to hunt if it were not for the scent of bleach and other unwelcome traces of bodily remains. He suspected she was of a medical profession, perhaps just off-duty and out on the town, though she didn't seem to be in the best of moods. Was she a doctor? A nurse? A mortician or medical examiner, perhaps? No, she wasn't a medical examiner. He knew who the MEs of this city were, if only by name and face. He had never bothered to actually go out and meet them.

But she might be a doctor or nurse, though. He would not have been the least bit surprised. And she had a taste for straight-up vodka. Perhaps she didn't know what he was drinking? But no, it was pretty obvious. Either she was desperate - and she didn't reek of desperate, at least not yet - or she just wanted to forget the woes of her job. That was understandable. But the lavender perfume was nice, and she was pretty.

He wasn't here for her, though. He was just here to kick back. He sipped his vodka as he checked her out, undressing her in his mind and wondering what it would be like to get her in his bed for the night. Then his eyes returned to the crowd as casually as though he had merely been bored.

getting her drink she decides to take the time and enjoy it since she was not washing down her normal load of sorrows. lifting the glass up she starts to take a sip, but as she feels someones eyes move across her she cant help but to drink the whole thing. it would not really start to effort her anyhow until the 5th or 6th one since she grown up on the stuff and not to mention if was a cheaper brand. she sets the glass down about the same time the persons eyes seem to leave her body for something more appealing or so she thought.

it was not like she had come to the club to get picked up, her less revealing clothes could easily be a sign of that. though she did come to have a good time, whether that was finding the bottom of a vodka bottle or having some brave soul approach her was yet to be seen. calling out to the bar tender she orders another glass before half speaking to herself in a low almost disappointed tone 'too bad they sever the weak stuff, i could have gone for something stronger.' she runs her fingers almost playfully along the top of her empty glass.

Jacob's ears caught much as he gazed about the room casually. The woman was speaking. Weak stuff? Heh. Yeah. Well, it was pretty weak even for a mortal. Jacob's heightened senses had picked up on that right away, his taste buds anything but thrilled as they tasted the liquid. Still, it was okay for what it was. His head turned toward her as he realized that the woman had spoken and his eyes glanced between her face and her drink.

"Yeah. The could use some Bacardi, at least."

He had to remind himself to raise his voice, for this was not a vampire. She didn't smell of death. She'd be okay for a night in bed, but she was no Carmen Electra. Then again, neither was that woman he'd taken last night; at least she'd had red hair, though. He loved red hair. It was positively gorgeous and redheads had so much fire in their blood. God, she'd been amazing. She was dead now, though. He would've liked to keep her, but he'd needed to feed and he couldn't hypnotize mortals the way some vampires could. Oh, well.

nitalya was somewhat surprised when the purple haired fella next to her replied since she had doubted anyone had heard her comment. she turns to look up at him with slight curiosity since he seemed to know a little about a good drink, though Bacardi had nothing on what she normally drank at home. with a smirk she says in a somewhat friendly tone 'Bacardi is ok for a rum, but still lacks the flavor and kick of a good vodka. Now Stolichnaya has it all, as long as you can find it not watered down.'

the fella was not bad looking despite his purple hair and black clothing, though he was not her type. she had honestly yet to find someone how really was, though it was hard when you had to worry about your past coming back. she doubted many guys would stick around anyways with her bleach showers and nightmare filled nights.

He nodded, silent for a moment as he looked into her eyes. He was no hypnotist, unfortunately, though he did know how to please a woman - or a man, for that matter, but that was entirely different.

"I imagine it doesn't go very well with bleach, though," he said, not caring if she understood the comment or not.

He had his senses and he wasn't going to hide them. Sure, he would keep things on the down-low, but anyone with intelligence would figure out that he wasn't normal pretty quickly anyway. Thinking he was a bit odd helped him out greatly.

"Doctor? Nurse, perhaps?" he inquired of her profession. "I'm a painter, myself. Mostly portraits and landscapes, though. Nothing serious. I'm not one to sell my work; it's mostly just a private hobby."

nitalya found it a little odd that the fella had sunglasses on in the somewhat dark club, though she had to admit so did about half the other people did also. she found it a little frustrating not really seeing the person she were talking to, but she doubted that at moment much would come of it anyway so it did not matter too much. she raised her brow in question as he mentions bleach since it was a odd thing to mention.

no one knew of her bleach showers after work; she was always careful about her habits even wearing something to cover any lingering traces of it before going out. she watches him for a moment before he starts to try and guess her profession. she found it very odd that out of all the night she had come out that the fella was the only one to not only guess about the bleach but also come close her job.

she shakes her head slightly before tucking a loose strain behind her ear as she says in a some what friendly tone 'close but no cigar. head of the ER at Mercy. so technically a doctor, though they have better hours.' she smiled slightly as he spoke of being a painter, making her wonder in he was any good since he did not sell his work.

she continued to play with the top of her first glass when her second one came, though a moment before she would have downed it just as fast as the first she wanted to savor this one a little more and only took a small sip from if before setting the glass back down. she looked back up at the fella and decided to take a step out tonight. in the same friendly tone as before she says 'i'm nitalya and you are?'

He smiled. It was a slightly creepy smile, especially with the look of the man and the shades covering his eyes, but it was Jacob's best attempt at being friendly. He liked this woman. She had power of a sort; she ran an entire ER. That had to be interesting. Saving people's lives on a nightly basis...but he'd been right. She was a doctor. Ah, daily basis is what he meant. She was mortal, of course, though she might well have had some nightly medical adventures as well. She spoke her name. She was Russian; that he had been able to tell right off. But she spoke perfect English. Examining her bare arms, they way they were toned and muscled without being overly powerful, told him that she was probably either a body-builder - which didn't seem likely - or someone from the military.

"Jacob," he replied.

His eyes roved over her body once more. Yeah, she'd do for a meal. And a doctor...well, that would be interesting. Perhaps she would be able to get him fresh victims if he turned her? She would be unfamiliar with her powers, dependend on blood...and he could intimidate her, make her lose her job. He could ruin her life if need be.

But no. There was no thrill in a free meal, so his smile faded. He liked the hunt, liked making a woman scream in terror just before he dug into her throat. He liked the way they struggled, the way the light went out of their eyes like the animals they were.

"What do you do besides party when you're not making people feel better?" he asked her.

nitalya watched as he smiled at her though it might have seemed creepy to most normal people, it was nothing compared to the crap she had seen before between her time in russia, the ER, and her nightmares. there was little that could really creep her out or scare her anymore it seemed.

she smiled somewhat softly at him as he supplied his own name, it was simple not giving her much about him making her almost curious about him. it was not often that she held a conversation not work related and even less so with a still sober patron,. though she could sense he was not normal beyond his looks.

she could not help but smirk as he asks about her other activities in a almost playful tone she says 'who says i have any other spare time between the two?' she was half testing him since he seemed to guess so much else about her she wondered what else he could come up with. she was half telling the truth though about not having time between the two, she did have to make the time to train her body and keep it in shape which was hard when she worked 12-14 hour days and seemed to drink half the night.

His smiled remained as he sipped his vodka. She was responding almost playfully. He could hear it in her voice, in the subtle inflections that she gave off, perhaps without realizing it? No, her eyes said differently. This one realized exactly what it was doing. It. Yeah, it. She was an 'it'. She was a mortal. She was food. She was a sex toy and she was food. That's all she was.

But maybe she could hold a good conversation. She seemed to be doing so at the moment, though he got the feeling she wasn't quite comfortable with him. Maybe it was just paranoia? Oh, well. He wasn't exactly normal, so it would've been understandable.

"You don't really seem like the type to party. Yet you come here and head straight for the bar. You down one drink and sip the second, which means you're here to get drunk - but you're not sure if you like yourself when you're drunk. Or maybe you're so desperate to save lives that you're afraid to. Either way, I'd be willing to bet you spend a lot of time in here, drinking away the memories of the people you can't save or help while only briefly celebrating those you do. You're paying a penance."

He sipped his vodka again.

"But for what?" he asked, almost as an afterthought.

nitalya let her finger continue to play with the top of the glass as she wait for his answer almost impatiently. though as she got it she frozen as yet again he seemed to read her ming yet again. after a moment she gives him a long look as if trying to figure how he seemed to know so much about her, but of course she could not see his eyes through the glass.

she starts to play with her glass again as she forces her body to relax again taking in a slow deep breath before saying 'does it matter? it brought me here tonight.' she picked up her half full glass and downs the rest of it before setting it back down.

he had rattled her slightly with his answer since she was not expecting him to guess so closely to the truth.

OOC- sorry it really sucks

((No, it doesn't. ^_^))

He was in the process of downing his own vodka as she spoke. He was tired of it. It tasted relatively good, but then, he could taste what mortals could not. Twirling the glass about almost absently as he studied the woman - Nitalya, she had said - he wondered about her statement. Did it really matter what food was doing before it was eaten? To Jacob it did, but Jacob was a blood hunter. He didn't just wait for some poor soul to wander into his territory and rip her to shreds to get at the hot, fast-pumping liquid life concealed just beneath the tender mortal flesh. No, he he had to play. He had to hunt them, make them panic, make them terrified to go anywhere alone - and them force them away from the crowd just to make them scream. They wondered what he wanted, why he was chasing them, but the only answer he ever gave was insanguination to feed his own immortal desires.

He was death incarnate, a being who embodied what some mortals dreaded and others envied. Death was far from peaceful.

He put set his glass upon the counter at last, letting the bottom roll around like a penny dropped upon a solid surface. The barkeep snatched it up a moment later, and then he was gone. When he was, Jacob spoke again.

"No."

That single word held much power, but not in the literal sense - rather, in the literate sense. True, it didn't give much detail on his opinion, but the fact of the matter was that he didn't have an opinion. He simply agreed that it didn't matter why the woman was here. The fact was that she was here. That was what mattered, not the reason.

The woman was definitely unnerved by him. Nitalya probably couldn't figure out how he had figured so much out about her. But her response said so many things. He was correct in his assumptions. Of course, he had drunk his vodka much in the same manner as she had, but he had done it mostly out of boredom. He got bored with things very quickly.

Serial killers were like that, he'd heard.

He'd also heard that doctors in particular could be useful, and not just for obtaining mortal blood. He was no hypnotist, but he didn't have to be. He could already feel the well-oiled gears in his twisted mind starting slowly to turn, cogs and filling each other's gaps as they moved in unison, thoughts and ideas forming into half-coherent plans that might or might not come to fruition. This woman could be useful; he just wasn't sure how yet. But perhaps a mortal connection to a hospital wouldn't be a bad idea.

He would have asked her to dance, but this was not the type of place for such things. The Sinister Puppet wouldn't do, either. It wasn't the kind of place where one took a lady to seduce her. That was the only way he could think to make use of her at present: to seduce her. What mortal place would be open at this hour that would have a romantic setting? If he could seduce her, he could get close to her; if he could get close to her, he could find a way to use her. Maybe Euthalia and the rest were right: maybe there was something to using mortals as tools in addition to playing with them in the bedroom and then draining them.

He just had to figure out what kind of tool Nitalya was and which slot she'd fit into on his belt.

"Wouldn't you rather be some place else? This club isn't your style. I think you come her to drown yourself in the music so you won't have to think. If you can't hear yourself think, you don't bother to try. And alcohol helps."

nitalya continued to run her finger along the top of her glass as she watched him with interest. his simple 'no' was enough for her to feel a little relieved, he did not want her story or her reasoning unlike so many other drunks or would be drunks. she spent too many nights walking away from a good drink to avoid such questioning. that part of her 'book' had been ripped out and lost, nothing but the tattered edges and incomplete scribbling were left of it. well that and her nightmares; there was little to stop them from continuing.

she sat there silently waiting for him to continue his hunt, like a hound after a fox. she had only 'peaked for the bush' when she made the comment to herself. though he seemed to ready know her like he had always stalked her from the shadows just waiting for her to present herself to him.

when he spoke up again though she could not help but smirk at him. he had been so close before but this time he missed the mark almost completely. he was right she would have rather been home drinking the strong stuff while being alone. though he was wrong in his reasoning.

if anything the chaos around her now made it easier for her to think, she had been trained to do it after all. it took months for her to master being able to keep a clear mind when things went to hell around her, since it was the medics job to patch up the wounded when things went wrong. the alcohol made no difference at the moment either since she had not drank enough to even wet her throat, though seemed to be a better probability of her getting alcohol poisoning than getting wasted due to her up bring period.

she drank for the soul purpose of having down time to relax between the war zones. it and exercising were her only releases for her stress, and anguish, thus the reasoning for her finely toned body. the cycle was simple and almost unbreakable; wake up in a cold sweat for her nightmares only to go and exercise to for relief, she would then spend the next 12-14 hours in the war zone she called the ER, after a bleach shower it was off to visit the bottom of a glass before heading to bed and entering her nightmares of that night her soul was shattered.

her nerves were more settled now allowing her tone to have a playful edge as she says 'so what place do you think would be my style? other than your bed of course.' she was not ignorant of why some men, though usually drunk, would approach her, though she decided to prod him for the answer she had some hopes that there might be more to him.

She was keen despite her mortality. Interesting. While he had been analyzing her, she had also analyzed him - or perhaps he simply wasn't that hard to read. Regardless of how easy he was to read versus how easy she was to decipher, however, the point stood that he wouldn't have minded having her in his bed for a night. Still, she was mortal and thus wasn't worth the trouble. Now, vampires on the other hand - they could do so much more with their bodies than mortals could ever dream of. If the sex was great as mortals, it was a hundred times better once turned. But he hadn't come here for sex anyway.

"Don't worry. No plans for sex."

The statement might have seemed a bit odd coming from a man who had so obviously been studying a woman, especially to said woman, but it was the truth. At the present time, Jacob had no intention of sleeping with the insects that could so easily become superior with just a few moments' feeding and a couple drops of immortal blood. No, he had no plans at all tonight. Perhaps he would feed from her - perhaps not. But he didn't think he would.

Doctors were useful, remember.

"How about the Tequila?"

It wasn't really his style, but there was supposedly a violinist playing there tonight and it would be open until four in the morning. This place was more his style, but perhaps he could find out even more about her with a bit of pressure?

nitalya continued to smirk when he answered, though she was a little surprised since more than once he seemed to let his eyes travel the length of her body with a sense of hunger in them. the night might be interesting if sex was not the main thing on his mind, though she wondered just where on his priorities it was since it was always on their minds. they could hide it in the corner of their mind and swear that they were not thinking about it, but it would still be there lurking, just waiting to surface to the front of their thoughts.

when he mentions the Tequila she raises her brow in question, it was a quieter place normally and one she frequented often enough to feel safe at. her instincts seemed to scream at her though that she would be taking a risk by going with him, since he seemed to know a lot about her already. she had worked hard not to let others in her dark world, though he seemed to have some understanding of her that others did not.

for what reason she was not sure but she spoke up 'sounds good to me, but i dont take it that it is your style. though i have to admit their vodka is a little better.' her fingers finally stop their playful circling of the rim on the glass as a thought hit her. 'so how would you suggest we get there from here?' she did not feel the need to suggest her bike just yet, she would wait for his answer and use it as a bail if he suggested his only ride. it was one thing to talk in the comforts of a bar, but it was another to be at the 'mercy' of another in a vehicle. she doubted though that he could take her if things came to that, though she did not want to be put to the test.

Her eyes showed she was wary, cautious, but her face showed recognition. She knew the place, but she didn't trust him. He was a strange man that had come to her and offered to take her somewhere quieter, somewhere a bit more private. He didn't have a car himself, but it didn't really matter. They were still a few hours from daylight - plenty of time to get to the Tequila and back just by walking. For Jacob alone, the trip would have taken only a few minutes. But he knew the city well enough to take a few shortucts that would knock the hour travel time to about twenty minutes. Besides, he liked the night air.

"Walk. Going through the park and a couple of other public routes I know, it only takes twenty minutes."

Even better, he could remove his shades. He would no longer retain that air of mystery that surrounded him now, but he didn't really care about that. He didn't wear the shades to impress anyone or fit in, though the latter was certainly a benefit; he wore them to protect his eyes from the strobe lights of the club and other bright lights. But the lanterns in the park weren't that bright; true, they were bright enough for a mortal to see relatively well by if they were close to them, but they weren't as bright as the ones here.

Of course, the key word in his words was 'public'. He didn't want her running off and reporting him, after all. Then he'd have to kill her, and that just wouldn't do. Doctors were useful, after all; they should be kept alive until they were no longer useful.

nitalya sat there waiting curiously for his answer knowing that it would it would seemingly tell more about him than any of his others. when it finally came she smirked slightly at his well thought out answer. either he had done this enough times to know what to say to make a girl feel safe or he was just a gentleman who had a romantic side since he mentioned the park.

it did not matter either way since she was not scared of him or what he could do, she had been trained to take care of herself after all. she gave him a nod as she sliped her hand in he pocket to retrieve her money before paying for her two drinks. she waits for him to make the first move as she says 'lead the way'.

she still slightly felt like a fox being hunted by a hound, though right now it was more like the hound leading the fox to its possible demise. it was not that she did not trust him in the least, but that she did not trust him any farther than she could throw him. which by the way was not very far. it was nothing against him, just more of her training and instincts finding its way out.

He hesitated for just a single, swift moment, during which time seemed to pass ever-so-slowly. He waited for her to back out, or perhaps for something else to happen that would cause the situation to go sour, but nothing did and she said nothing more. Finally, he nodded. Then he moved with a cat-like grace, listening to the tell-tale swish of her garments and the clop of her boots against the ebony plates of polished porcelain that formed the floor upon which they walked. The crowd was thick and the air hot as they waded slowly toward the exit.

The night air was cool, refreshing. Had it been necessary, it would've cleared his head, allowed him to think - but he was already thinking. The night air was completely unnecessary, but it was nice to feel it upon his cold, dead skin. He led the way away from the club, out of the district, over to the main street.

"Beautiful night," he remarked as the trees came into view in the distance.

His eyes scanned the starry canopy, light clouds dotting the sky with a silver hue that was unremarkable on its own. The waning crescent moon, though, added just the effect the sky needed to make it not only beautiful, but gorgeous. Even one who spent more time hunting than admiring the sky - such as himself, for example - had to admit that it was a wondrous sight.

it seemed odd that she was willing to follow him, though it did not stop her from doing it. once she was in the night air she walked somewhat close to him, though not that close since there was nothing there but a sense of casualness between them. it was easy for her to keep pace with him as he lead them to the park.

she nodded as she heard his comment taking a moment to herself to look up at the night sky. it was something she did often enough when she came to the park at night, though tonight's sky seemed brighter than the rest. it could have been from the lack of booze in her system or the fact she was on her way to have possible fun for once, with way she was amazed by it.

after a moment she catches back up with him as they enter the park. she was starting to get a little more relaxed with him being there, though it did not stop her from glancing over towards him every so often.

The shadows were as long as the trees were tall. The night was quiet - perhaps a bit too quiet. It was almost eerie for mortals. It was also a bit chilly and a light fog would soon begin to show up in the air, but the view was clear for the time being. Jacob reached up and removed his shades slowly as he walked, his casual stride not changing as he folded them and slipped one stem into the left breast pocket of his purple button-down shirt.

Revealed were a pair of brown eyes that seemed almost muted somehow. They were dark, yes, but they were devoid of life despite the clear image and physical presence of the man walking before the mortal. There were few people about, so there was plenty of space to walk on the molded concrete slabs that formed the path beneath their booted heels, plenty of room to admire dead eyes that watched the girl with peripheral vision.

"So, what do you listen to?" he asked, trying to get a feel for the mortal.

It was always best to know as much as one could about someone they intended to use some time in the future - near or distant being factors that didn't enter into the equation.

"Jazz? Rock? Classical? Country? I'm a man of metal myself."

on one of her glances she notices his glasses were removed finally revealing the rest of the man she had been talking to. she catches just the edge of his muddy pools, though something about them did not seem right. she was not sure what it was, but she had seen that look before. her mind seemed to roll the idea back and forth for a moment, before finally pushing it aside since she didnt want to let it ruin her night.

she was glade to see other people in the park, though they were not close they were still there if needed. with each step though she seemed to warm just slightly more towards him since he had yet to make a stupid move. she was not sure still if he was just playing it smart or if he was one of the few remaining gentlemen alive.

she had been glancing at the shadow of one of the trees when his voice came to her making her turn towards him with a soft almost playful smile. she did not get why he was asking question about her unless he thought to hang around for a while or was just trying to get on her good side, though either way they were harmless and would not matter.

she was not surprised when he admitted he like metal since he seemed to fit in well at the White Mice, that and his style was of the bolder kind in dress and personality. in a soft tone she says 'classical.. it is nice to have something soothing after a long days work.'

"Makes sense," he replied to her.

Different people relaxed in different ways. Some people jammed out, letting the beats hit them with gale-force until all their frustrations had expired. Others just liked to let the music wash over them and fall slowly asleep as they dropped into bed to the sweet, sweet sounds coming out of their music boxes - whether they had CD players, iPods, or whatever else. Jacob was of the former, though he didn't typically do much shouting. The music covered the screams and made him feel powerful.

The edge of the park came into view after a bit and he could see the Tequila just up ahead. A mortal couldn't have, not from that distance, but he was no mortal. Two blocks away from the park, it rested with just a single lamp and a small sign lit up to advertise their wide range of food and drinks along with the live entertainment for the evening. To mortals, it would've just been a white sign in the distance that probably wouldn't have amounted to much more than a tiny square amidst the trees and the other signs.

"What about books? You read much?"

Nitalya continued to walk next to him though still keeping her distance still, even as he replies to her making her feel more comfortable about him. her mind wondered slightly as it still played with the reason why he was with her now prodding for seemingly random knowledge. she turns to him again as the next question is asked, though this time she hesitates slightly as she thinks of what to answer.

it was not that she was trying to hide something, but she doubted he wanted to hear about medical journals and break through treatments. in the same tone as before she says 'mostly medical journals.. since my work is never done and all.' she hints at what he had already said earlier about her paying penance. though quickly adds 'so what about you? do metal loving painters have any certain books they like?' it was like a game for them now as they seemed to prod the other for information only to have the question turned back towards themselves.

He shrugged as they reached the street, the woman's words reaching him and being process rather quickly. There were a few books he liked, sure. Most of them, oddly enough, were about vampires. Perhaps he was simply trying to read up on the literature that defined what he had been for something like three decades now, or perhaps he was curious about what other mortals thought of his kind. Either way, it probably would've elicited a laugh from the doctor had she known what he was. Then again, had she known what she was, she would've been screaming and running for her life.

"Anne Rice is always good. I like biographies, too, and histories. Wolves are always fun to read about."

He didn't say much more on the subject. Really, he wasn't a big reader; he just happened to have read a few books here and there in his fifty years of life and death. Actually undeath was a better term for what he was. After all, vampires weren't truly dead, were they?

He led her across the street as the light changed, not paying much attention to the world around him. His only focus right now was the woman behind him, the mortal following him to the Tequila. The food.

listening silently to his answer she smirks slightly, she had heard of Anne Rice from one of her orderlies. the girl seemed stuck on the thought of vampires and life after death as one, though she paid no attention to the girl or her ramblings as the worked together. she did seem just a little surprised about him being interested in history since she really did not take him for the type of fella that could get into dust covered books. though to each their own she thought.

her long legs made quick work of the street as he lead them across and continued towards the club. she could feel the desire for another drink start to build in the back of her throat making her swallow. though in that moment she wonder just how he had known how to get from one club to the next, it was not like she could really picture him at the Tequila if the White Mice was open. though for the moment she said nothing about it, instead she says 'so since we seem to be playing 100 questions, what is your favorite drink and food?'

His lips parted and he turned his head slightly at the question, but he didn't look back at her in full. The question had been asked in earnest; there was nothing to do but to answer it since he couldn't hypnotize her. Had he been able to hypnotize her, this would've been so much easier. Oh, well. His head turned back to look where he was going and his lips came together once more as he pondered the question. What did he like to eat? He hadn't eaten mortal food in a long time. He shrugged slightly before answering.

"I don't know. I don't eat much."

It might've seemed an odd thing to say, but some people were simply like that: they ate when they were hungry and didn't really care what it was as long as it filled their stomach. Jacob figured he'd just pretend to be that way for the time being. He wasn't about to tell his food that he liked to eat people.

Well, he didn't really like to eat people...just drink their blood. But it was the same thing if you really stopped to think about it. Jacob usually didn't.

Nitalya was a little surprised as she seemed to throw him off his game with her question. it was a simple enough question that most people did not have to even thing about unless they were trying to decide between their second place winner. she does not show the fact that it bothered her just slightly that he hesitated and lamely said i dont know. with a block or more between them she decided to prod at the subject more since it would not be hard to generalize his likes while still being more informative.

she steps in front of him this time as she says in a somewhat more playful tone 'come on you have to have at least a certain type of food. French? seafood? Japanese? Mexican?' she watched him more closely this time hoping to pick of any trace evidence of what he was really thinking. it was only fair really since he got into her mind.

His walk slowed even more as she started walking right in front of him. He had half a mind to just tear her apart right there, hunger suddenly dancing in his eyes. He had yet to feed tonight, after all, and none of his coven would have blamed him for ending her pitiful existence right there. But no. Doctors were useful. Besides, he'd just come up with an answer.

He smiled as he pictured those hot little Mexican chicks that were always speaking rapid-fire Spanish in the Warehouse. They were always there, no matter what night it was he happened to walk in there on, and they were always chatting and drinking like there was no tomorrow. The only thing that had stopped him from feeding from them was that he had actually managed to get two of the four of them into bed and it had been the most fantastic sex of his life - and not just once. Those chicas really knew how to treat a guy.

"Mexican's always good."

It wasn't anything like what she probably thought he meant, but it was good enough. He had fed from Latinas before; their blood was quite delicious. But they had other uses, too.

she smirks at his odd answer see he was Chinese or at lease his features seemed to suggest it, though ethnicity really did not matter when it came to ones taste. his answer was satisfying enough though for her letting silence settle back between them as she took her place just behind him again. she wondered though how much longer it would take them to get to the club, since she was really in the mood for another glass.

her thoughts drifted to why he was there again with her since his first interest was not sex and his second one did not seem to be getting her drunk or at least not yet. he did not seem to be part of a military operation either, though even that would not make sense. she had played it safe for over 5 yrs now dropping off the map almost entirely as anything other a simple doctor who cared too much.

OOC- sorry it is really bad.

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It wasn't much longer before they had reached the Tequila. The place looked empty, but that was only the outward appearance. Smiling kindly, like someone apologizing for slamming a kitchen knife into your heart, he held the door open like the perfect gentleman.

"Shall we?"

when they got to the club it seemed dead and almost errie though when jaccob opened the door the sweet sound of a violin could be heard. the soft sound made nitalya smile since he was right this was just her style, it was nice and relaxing. she nodded to him as he said shall we before continuing into the club.

it was not nearly as full as the last making it easy to find a table by the wall. she hoped he did not mind her picking one out since the one she chose was semi private one, though it was still public enough for her to feel safe. she did feel a little bit better around him, but still she was not sure his intentions.

sitting down she waits for him before saying 'so now that we are here, what else is on that mind of yours. since i am guessing there has to be something, one would not normally pick up a woman in one bar just to take her to another that was more her style without a reason, or are you just like that?'

He followed the food...er, the mortal - that is, he followed...what was her name again? Anyway, he followed her into the Tequila and let her pick the table. He sat down across from her. He listened to her question, thought about it a moment as he looked at her, studying her features, plunging himself into her deep eyes. But she was food. She was just food. But doctors were useful.

Even if he didn't get how.

He finally shrugged.

"I like getting to know people."

Well, it wasn't a complete lie. He did like to get to know people. He just didn't happen to consider food people. And she was food. But still, he might as well try to act almost human - if only for her sake.

natalya could feel him looking over her again as if searching for something before finally answering her. she was not really sure how to take him anymore, he was unlike any person she had met and the way he seemed to look at her at times was almost like a dog looking at a chunk of meat. though even that did not scare her away since she was curious just what he really wanted.

the soft clicking of heels made her turn just in time to catch a passing waitress and order two vodkas and two scotchs. she really did not think him to be a vodka person despite the fact he was drinking it earlier, no he seemed more of a scotch person. it was sadly a small hobby of hers to tell what someones real drink of choice was, though when you spend half as much time in a bar as she did you might too be able to tell too. though she was wrong on occasion it was far and few between.

after the girl left she turns to jaccob and says 'hope you dont mind me ordering scotch for you, but i dont really see you as a vodka type.'

"How did you know it wasn't Gin? Or something else, for that matter?" he asked her as he sipped the fine liquid.

Ah, indeed it was delicious. He didn't bother thanking her. In his mind, she was merely a tool or a piece of food that had suddenly decided he needed something to wash her down with. Of course, that was hardly the case, but he WAS a vampire after all.

She was certainly very perceptive, at any rate. Jacob was quite certain that helped in dealing with patients who didn't want to be entirely truthful about themselves. He was also quite certain that she had dealt with more than a few of that ilk. Not everyone wanted their lives to be an open book for anyone to read, whether they were sick or not.

nitalya smirked as he commented and enjoyed her drink of choice. she picks up her own glass and takes a sip enjoying the cool liquid sliding down her throat. setting the glass back down she lets her fingers playful slide around its rim before answering 'like you i have a knack for guessing things about others.' she pauses for a moment as she looks up at him then adds 'i know you said you were a painter earlier, but you do not seem bare the tattle tell marks of one. so may i inquire what you really do other than picking up woman at clubs?'

"What do you do? Probably the same things I do."

It was rhetorical, more a thought pressed out of his mind through the lips. But he thought a moment about what all he did in his free time before he responded.

"I drink," he said carefully, "and I play music. I read. I study people. Not much to tell, really. I lead a boring life."

That was true enough, though most mortals would have killed for the chance to become a vampire. Actually, many mortals had.