Photographers still lulled around the area. It was three o' clock in the morning and still a throng milled around, oohing at the models and the pieces they displayed on their curvaceous bodies.

The gallery had gotten a rather nice prize for letting Viviene Tern stage her fashion party gigs in one of its halls. After all, the DCSGaT wasw doing several exhibits on fashion this month. The catwalk was another highlight.

Lillith propped against a chair in a dimly illuminated corner, her slender legs folded on top of one another. Her sleek chestnut locks were turned in a loose knot, set by a comb of topaz and crystal. Her dress was rosy satin, hugging her form and flowing out into ebony organaza and feathery chintz. The dimness was shrouded by two catlike sparks; Lillith's eyes, which were slightly slanted and tassled under a weeping fringe of lashes.

Her thin fingers were laced around a champagne glass, though the crimson liquid in it was redder than the amber drinks being served that night.

She was there for leisurely purposes, having been given a break in her assignment. Lillith had landed herself with front row seats, which actually wasn't too hard considering the circumstances. Her favorite piece had been a nifty dress, with tight wraps and a flowing hem.

Silently, she lifted the pregnant rim to her lips and took a sip, her eyes trailing all over the hall. Normally, she'd be dancing, but she was tired at the moment. She didn't show it however.

Andarian Ixius waited outside the Society Gallery, bored by the lack of action around the area. Of course, he could hear the applause and the music inside, and the announcer's voice: "And now, ladies and gentlemen, we present Miss Capricious Bloom, in her "Flowery Fun" outfit."
Andarian, under his hood, closed his hazel eyes and, with the air of an assassin, stole inside the building. Too damn much, he thought, I need to see if there are vampires inside!
He stood, completley unnoticed, against the back wall, eyes scanning the crowd with an understanding gleam. Is that..., he thought, Is that the reason why I was compelled to go here?
Against his roaring instincts, he disengaged himself from the shadow, pulled down the black hood of his robe and walked slowly to the table he had concentrated on.
Mercury! The liquid is blood!
He stopped. He looked more closely at the woman in the chair. Her brownish hair was held up in a bun; a symbol of certain sophistication. He straightened his own hair, which appeared greasy as always, though it did not need it. He withdrew a vial from the inside of his dark robe. The vial contained, of course, blood. He did not have to worry about being seen drinking from a vial, however, because his prescence was eliminated from the minds of the mortals.
Suddenly, he sped forward and appeared in the shadow beside the woman.

"Nice show."

Lillith blinked, possibly the only sign of surprise she had to show that night. A flurry of thoughts veiled her thoughts briefly. Bien, regard ce que nous avons ici. Un monsieur ? Il a une certaine aura au sujet de se... He did show it, though his locks left a bit to be desired.

She had noticed brief glimpses of him, not being in concentration that evening. His hazel eyes also seemed to have much of the unrest in her own dead soul...always seeking. A vampire quite likely. And the mortals didn't noticed him, though rarely did they notice much in their world.

Lillith smiled serenely, her eyebrow raised the most delicate inch. She did not raise her head to gaze at him but instead chose to observe him through a curtain of long lashes. Naturellement... "Quite nice, I should say. My favorite piece was the thirteenth in line." Her eyes trailed over the vial. "Props to you for your choice of drink, though I prefer mine a bit young."

"So, then, I was right."

Andarian tore his eyes away from the woman currently strutting down the catwalk. Although he felt no attraction to her, the clothing was interesting; A blood-red gown complete with glitter. He looked at the woman in the chair with interest. He concentrated more on disguising his German accent.

Her eyes were of an uncertain colour. Definitely a vampiress. He focused on them.

"French," he said. "And - not of any coven?"

He looked more deeply into what he could see of her eyes.

"No... an independant immortal. A brave choice for one so... young... if may be said."

"Young? You can say that I feel that way. Though being a century or so old can be tiring." She blinked, observing his movements, putting them to mind with other things her multi-tasking mind had registered. Spying had fine-tuned her to doing that.

Ah. Nephim. With a strange ability like auspex. Lillith lifted her vial to him with a deft flick of her wrist, and lifted her lips to it's rim, the smile still fainting at their lined depth. "Another point to you my good sir. Independent I am; that is true. I do not enjoy institutions. They hinder my soul's movements. You could say that I am suffering from antidisestablishmentarianism, but being in the Priory, I am not."

She did not offer to explain what the Priory was. Some vampires knew and were even a part of it but she wasn't one to broadcast. "You are Nephim, are you not? You certainly act like one."

(no, I didn't thes-thump. I've known that word for quite a while and needed an occasion to use it. x_x' )

"By young, my lady, I mean newly initiated into the... general bloodline."

The strange indecipherability of her eyes continued to intrigue him. Part Nephim, definetly... I cannot read her eyes properly..., he thought. He stopped looking at the eyes, they gave him a headache. He began to inspect the rest of her body. It was slim, though, with the strange look immortality brings, it was also too curved...

"And yes; I am Nephim."

Again, the eyes... he was compelled to look into them.

"You must be part Nephim in any case: I cannot read your eyes correctly. And I must say, I like your use of words; it may not be wholly correct to believe there should be no covens, but those who do not fit in..."

He paused, searching for the correct term.

"...It is much like atheism in mortals. Some do not believe there is a God, while others, completley, and without evidence, say there is a divine being somewhere controlling their fates. I of course, am with the atheists, as are all the Nephim. One being cannot control the lives and fates of others. But in vampiric terms, I am a monotheist. While there is no enforcing leader of the Nephim, we do have a council to decide what is best for the coven."

Hmm, he thought, a mild contradiction of terms. She will not notice.
He was not so sure of that and promptly averted his eyes, gazing with mild amusement back at the stage.

He seemed to have a vivid interest in her eyes. Lillith wasn't all too uncomfortable with that, sevral had been captivated by their alluring azure pools, picturesquely framed by a bed of weeping lashes. Though those were for different reasons.

There had been a time where she had to pose as a geisha, which had been quite difficult considering the fact that her hair, though meticulously taken care of, had dark chestnut nuts that always highlighted in the light, thus destroying any chance of prentending it was a light ebony or varnished wood. But she'd manipulated her lacquering and so her eyes had resembled something of a perpetually amused woman. That had helped, besides the fact that even with colored contacts, her taken danna still kept staring. It had been quite easy to kill him.

All these thoughts flickered in the brief breath of a moment. Lillith raised a delicately shaped brow. "Part Nephim? I'm not quite sure about that." She paused, continuing to listen with a small smile. This smile had served useful, it reached her eyes but was manipulated so that the form of her lips could be enterpreted in anyway the viewer wished. Confusion ofted eddied.

"However, I am an atheist myself. Such things like faith and the belief in a Yahweh don't go in line with past events in my pseudo-life." Was that a deviation in his terms? If so, she wouldn't prop on it as his sudden avertion of sights looked light a pasaway.

Lillith took that moment to check her watch, a Swiss beauty of polished ivory and inset sapphires. A sort of commission and bribery from a target. "You may want to leave the building," she informed him calmly, not offering to explain what happened. You could never tell with vampires if they would panic when fire was mentioned. Normally, she wouldn't even be informing him but she was interested in this brethen and wanted to see if she'd take a liking to him.

There! He caught it. The faint glaze that passed over her eyes. Something was going to happen... Why did she look at her watch like that? Is there some sort of mischief going around here?
He studied her eyes further. They were still mostly unreadable. He wondered if his last statement was understood.

"I make the proposition, no, opportunity of your resemblance to a Nephim because we are skilled at, as I said, reading further into emotions and searching your mind. For this reason, I have deduced you are..." He paused, seeming to think again,"...were a spy... in the past; humorous, because it brings up my next point. Nephim can see through any disguise or vampire mind trick, revealing the true nature of that, for example, suspicious waiter who brought you the drink that was... more green than usual."

He smirked without joy, but with soft knowledge.

"And as to your suggestion: I can wait, Nephim possess the power to move faster than the eye can see. Our maximum speeds reach up to MACH-45. For said reason, I can escape this building if anything... incorrect... should avail."

He looked back to the stage fruitlessly; there was no one making their way up it. The show was practically over. He raised the vial to his lips. AB tended to be his favourite. He wiped his mouth.

(been a while but {insert personal incident} I can't RP at the moment but expect one in the next two days! Pardonnez-moi... :innocent: Have to go offline now.)