Pick your Poison. [Fax]

[tooney]

What had brought Angelique to New York? Sentimentality perhaps. When she became a vampire and left France, New York was the first place she lived in for a longer period of time. The sound of the city, the fresh smell of blood, criminals on every corner to feed from. The city was like a big restaurant; all you can eat for free. The best part was, no one even noticed her during her nightly feeding. She would go to a club, pick her victim; usually a male, sometimes a woman if she felt like it. Seduce them, with a little of her vampire powers to help her, not that she really needed it. Play with them, she loved hearing their muffled screams barely breaking through the noise of the city. Then she would drain them for life, she had become so skilled she could drink until right before the mortal died.

Ah. She loved New York, she really did. Today was a normal night on the town for her. She was prowling the street, wearing her tight red mini-dress and extremely high black heels; which could easily cut a man's throat. Her hair cascaded down her back and blew softly in the wind. She didn't wear any kind of make-up, as she didn't need it, her face was too fair and unique to handle it.

After a small walk, she decided on her hunting ground. It was a very popular club called Poison, located down town. The door man let her in without a word, she was a regular and, besides, she was after all a good looking woman. She walked confidently over the dance floor to the bar, where she sat down and ordered a martini. Even though she ordered it, she just played with the olive that came with, she didn't drink mortal beverages after all.

Her eyes scanned the room as she looked around, she didn't even bother to sense for other vampires. She figured they would smell her age and leave, this was her territory after all.

[keylogger3]

Gage was sitting inside of the club. It was somewhat nice. Great techno was playing with in the club. He was watching the stupid humans acting like complete idiots. Some where dancing, some where selling drugs, and some where doing mob business. He looked around for a semi-drunk or stupid female to feed off of. He watched the fools dance around to the techno. Then he smelt a vampire. He scanned the area until he spotted the vampire. Damn he thought that he was the only one here. He ignored the vampire and looked out for a good meal.

[tooney]

The room was filled with drunk people and it seemed it was going to be easy to feed today. Angie didn't like it though, she preferred a challenge, a hunt. There was nothing satisfying in getting your food prepared on a silver plater. A man came over to her, he was rather good looking, and a little drunk. He started talking, but she only gave him a glance, then ignored him.

She felt someone looking at her and her senses sharpened. Her eyes went right to him, the man sitting not far from her. It was a vampire, a young one at that too. Through the years she had gotten pretty good at estimating how long it was since they gave into the darkness. This might prove interesting, she thought to herself.

She stood up, and walked right past the man who had been trying to talk to her. Her strides were confident and far from hesitant as she approached the other vampire. It was a man, or rather, she would call him a boy. He had to have been young when he was turned, she would say 16 or 17 from the looks of him, but she was thinking he might even be younger. They were getting younger and younger now a days, a thing Angie couldn't understand, but who cares. She was ready to have some fun.

"I can't decide if you're brave, or just foolish," she told him as she got closer, her voice a dark purr. He was in her territory, usually when vampires saw her they had a habit of running the other way. "Not much of high class food out there," She motioned to the dance floor and the drunkards.

She sat down on the chair beside his and crossed her long legs, waiting for a response.