*~*Point Black*~* <Open>

[damian]

Point Black was the Nightclub in town. It used to be an old fire house, and tonight was the grand opening. Damian knew that anyone who was anyone would be here tonight. A hot spot for vampires and werewolves. Damian knew he would be able to get information here. Why were Vampires and Werewolves against each other so much? It was clear the Vampires were the better species, why was there such competition?

Damian swept his dark hair away from his electric blue eyes and disappeared past the bouncers and through the grand doors.
The Club was already full of people. Dancing, drinking and mindless chatter being screamed over the music.

Damian attempted to blend in, but while the other beings in the room favored wild clothes, club wear and true goth clothes, Damian favored smart suits. He couldn't help but stand out.

Closing his eyes and his ears, Damian took a deep breath in through his noise, and smelt the air around him. Mostly human, but the faint whiff of other Vampires was in the air. He was determined to seek them out, and find out all he could. Then a healthy human snack for the night would finish the evening off nicely.

"Come on Vampires... Where are you?" He whispered to himself.

[megan]

Megan needed to get out. She heard about a hotspot where everyone went. I'm not anybody but I might as well go. She got into her black glitter halter top and a small short skirt. She sprayed her curls, making them curlier. She put on light eyeshadow. She smiled at herself in the mirror, very satisfyed.[/size]

The hotspot wasn't that far away from her home. She decided to walk. When she got there she could smell everyone. Vampires, werewolves, even humans. She ordered a coke, since she was too young to drink, and leaned against the wall, sipping it every once and a while. While she was looking around, she caught a pair of electric blue eyes. He looked as if he was looking for someone. She stayed where she was, though, afraid to approach him first.[/size]

[damian]

Damian's eye met a young girl. Pretty, but had a precence of maturity about her. But better yet, a Vampire.

Damian strode purposely over towards the young Vampire and took a seat next to her.

Damian was no good at small talk, he had made it his lifes work making sure he never had to use it.

He looked over at her awkwardly and tapped his finger tips rhymatically on the table.

"Are you as young as you look? As i need help, and it's been a while since i've been to New York." He put his elbow on the bar in front of him and rest his chin on his knuckle. "Do you think you could help me?" He asked as quietly as he could over the loud music.

[megan]

Megan blushed as she saw the vampire looking at her. She sipped on her coke and blushed even redder when she saw him coming towards her. She put a curl behind her ear and smiled at him. "I guess you can say that. I'm told I am very mature for my age." She blushed again as he leaned closer. "I can try and help the best I can."

[damian]

Damian smiled. Or the closest he ever got to a smile.

"Werewolves," he whispered. "Vampires." He leaned in closer. His eyes darted from side to side, checking for anyone who might be listening in. Then again, in a place like this, vampires were a usual topic of conversation. Those who wondered if vampires were real, humans who wished they could be vampires, whether they thought they were real or not.

Damian kept his voice low though, just in case. "What's the deal? Vampires and werewolves hate each other? Envy each other? Why is this? How did it begin and where will it lead to? I know very little of werewolves. One of the few things i know little about. Please, if there is any light you can shed on them, then please, tell me. I need and long to know more."

He starred deep into her eyes, trying to reach into her soul and see what he could find there. A Light, and a Sweetness about her that he could not quite place.

[megan]

Megan leaned in closer, trying to catch what he said. He was asking her about werewolves and vampires. One of the only topics she knows. "It's a really long story." She looked into his eyes, as she spoke. "Vampires believe that they are better than werewolves and it doesn't matter that they aren't alive. Werewolves think that vampires are just bloodsucking demands that live to feed off the human race. It's just a fight over who has the most power." She sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes. She hated all this fighting. It was so pointless.[/size]

[damian]

"So it's well known then?" Damian questioned. "A global fight between creatures of the unknown." He muttered to himself. "Those of which humans tell stories about, to frighten children into behaving. We are the beings that stalk the night, who are alone yet always surrounded. And though we are solitary creatures, when we find a species who is similar to our own, who are more powerful and beautiful than humans...and instead of befriending those who are mysterious as us, we fight against them. We choose them as our rival, when really, we should unite against the humans. It is those we hide from, those who out number us 100-1. Those who we can not destory as we depend on them for life." He was talking mostly to himself, but as he looked up, he caught the pretty girls eye again and smiled gently.
"Sorry, i am so rude. What is your name?"

[megan]

Megan nodded as he talked. "Yes. That pretty much wraps it up. Some of us try to befriend the so called "enemy" but if we get caught we are either disowned or killed. It's either kill or be killed." She sighed and shook her head. It was just so hard to believe why someone would do this. She looked up as he asked her her name. "Megan. Megan Tanning. You?"

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose saunterd into the room, like she owned the place. She felt all the guys watching her mortal, or not and smiled. What did she expect?, Short black Cocktail dress, with ankle boots. Her hair was messed, suggesting something other then bed hair, and dark shadowey eyes.

She saw a mortal, and a vampire, chewing it over. Otherwise, mingling. Rose sighed, she walked up to the bar, facing the vampire, she wanted him, and would do anything to have him. She sighed and ordered a drink, and corssed her long legs, exposing unnessicary flesh.