Death Club (Open)

[adam]

As Adam entered this relatively new club, he looked around to scan the immediate area. He had been driving for a while now, and wanted to visit New York. Whether for vice, or pleasure was unknown, but he was just a stranger killing time at the moment. He had since changed into a dark dress shirt with black and gray stripes going down the shirt, and blending in perfectly. He wore dress pants and dress shoes to go along with the look and walked around the area, wondering what interesting features the club had to offer. The women were beautiful and the skits they wore had Adam breathing hard. It had been a while since he was at one of these clubs, and it was his only real sanctuary besides his job. It gave him reason for being and offered him the kind of stupor needed to get through life.

The music that was blaring was some kind of techno that had those that were a bit younger then him on the dance floor. He watched as some of the guys made a fool of themselves and not even know it. For those that knew how to actually dance, they had pretty decent dates on the dance floor. Many, Adam himself would love to take back to the hotel he was renting out for the next few days. A soft sigh came to him as he sat down at a vacant chair in the distance, and he watched as if prowling for the right girl to come along. Hardly, did he ever time to himself where he could just enjoy what was going on and be able to cut loose.

[nada]

Nada walked out of the Clubs crowded kitchen, glancing over shoulder as the door swung shut behind her. And the noise of the kitchen replaced by the techno base of the music blurring for those hundred or so people bouncing, twirling, and moving on the dance floor. Smiling to herself she dusted off her hands on her short black apron as she untied it, tossing into a bin behind the bar. Stopping just at it, pulling the tie from her short brown hair shaking it lose until she was feeling as wild as her hair looked. Then pulling a pair of thin black leather gloves from her pocket, slipping them on as she rolled down the sleeves of her dark blue blouse. And slipped onto the dance floor with eyes for no one and moves for everyone.

She'd pulling cases all night and was finally done. Now she could enjoy the only real perk she got from her job. Letting loss on the dance floor. Something she fully intended and was often times encouraged to do by her boss. Dancing with any that had skill and casually ditching those that thought they did. Occasionally letting them continue to think they did if their move amused her.
Still she didn't really care one way or any other who she danced with. It was the music she was there for. The surge of life it pumped into her. The swallowing sensation of moving in such a crowd. Being one, apart of something that when it all ended she didn't have to feel bad about leaving.

This was the fun part of the job. Spending most of the evening stuck in back handing out cases of boozes, glasses, napkins, whatever needed to be pulled out of storage then marking down whatever was taken so the inventory would be up to date. It wasn't hard, but it was tedious. And doing it for hours on end along with placing orders for replacements could leave her feeling a bit raw by the end of her shift.

And so could the hand of whatever asshole currently had his on her ass.

[adam]

Adam sat longer, watching people out on the dance floor, as if studying them. He wanted to meet someone special. There were a few times in the past when he slept with his own kind, or even a vampire, but in the end they were either too clingy, or were gone before sun up. Either way, it wasn’t as if he were expecting to wake up and offer breakfast, but tonight, he was looking for the right girl. The one he could wake up next to and offer to cook breakfast. Basically, he wasn’t just looking to fuck, but tonight, he was looking for someone he could have a conversation with. An oddity for him, as he was normally dressed and out the door a few minutes after the love making. There were times when he never really had sex, but rather just made out the entire night. He held great respect for women, but the moment they were taken back to his house, or vice versa then the rules went out the window.

As luck would have it, he caught the eye of some loser touching the ass of a young girl. From her scent, which Adam picked up on the other side of the bar, she worked there and from her looks, she was disgusted by the man’s gesture. Rising, Adam moved past the crowd with a grace and speed that no human could have. As he reached her, he extended a hand to the guy’s wrist and pulled it away from where it rested ever-so briefly.

“I do not think she enjoyed that.” He remarked to the snobbish man before him.

The man, a little pudgy with the smell of alcohol reeking from his mouth, scoffed at the guy and said, “Listen bub, unless you want your face bashed in, I think I was communicating with the girl and was about to get her number. So, if you want to leave this place in tact tonight, I think you ought to…”

He was cut short by Adam’s hand squeezing tighter and sending a surge of pain past the alcohol-swimming brain of the arrogant guy. He fell to the ground and looked at Adam with sharp eyes and a frightened look on his face. “Touch my girlfriend again,” Adam then looked over to her and gave her a look that indicated that he was lying to the man, “and it will be the last time you ever use either of your hands.” Adam then made sure the guy’s wrist was bruised in a manner that it would be weeks before it fully faded and even longer for the pain to subside, he finally released the man and watched as he scampered away with the metaphorical tail between his legs.

This brought a sigh to escape from his lips. Although the extra strength was useful, he did not like to use it to impose fear, but the guy was reeking with alcohol and was unstable. Adam realized if he had not helped, this girl would have been in a bad situation, even if she could handle herself. Turning to her, he said, “Sorry you had to see that…” And went to walk back to the chair he was occupying.

[nada]

Normally Nada wasn't a fan of the dark and brooding type. They tended to come with more baggage, and sometimes more years then was to her liking. But aside from pulling Asshole's hand off her and not sending the slob flying across the room in the process, she did like that he'd not only been chivalrous about it he'd been civil to. A rarity in this time. And what topped off her list. He'd made no advances after, made no gesture of expectancy for his good deed. Even though she'd been fully capable of handling it herself.

After her brief inner debate and a quick scan of the dance floor. Finding that any who had witnessed her little rescue had all ready lost interest and gone back to their own little world of rhythm and motion. She quit debating and made her way over to where he was heading. Taking her time as she slide across the dance floor to get a better read on him. He was tall, with dark hair that matched his dark clothes. Whether it was brown or black she couldn't tell in the clubs erratic lighting, but she did like the length. And the man was built. But that was hardly unexpected from a non-human.

Something she had factored in by the speed and grace with which he'd reached her when she had been clear on the other side of the club. It was something she may have to worry about later, but not here and not now. It was too public for him to try anything and if he was a vamp. A simple touch would tell her as much. Still she didn't worry over what he was. The night was young and she owed him a thank you and a drink at the very least.

And that was exactly what she intended to give him. "Um excuse me. Can your girlfriend buy you a drink for helping her?"

[adam]

He sat down again and concentrated on what had just happened. A series of flashbacks started to switch on inside of his head. Images of death, and destruction. He was back in Afghanistan again and the images of death began to flow through him once more. One in particular was the night in question in which he became a werewolf. So far, he was only ever transforming into a mindless beast but once in his life. Afterwards, the transformation came more natural, more sensible. He was able to keep rational thought and recalled everything that happened when in wolf form. Though, when he went defensive like he did, he was tempted to change. He managed not to change, but he wanted to. He wanted to really give the drunken buffoon a scare and maybe put more pain on him.

A voice finally reached him and he came out of his vague thoughts of intrigue. A light smile stretched his face. “You are too kind,” he said softly, “but I was only doing what any honorable man would do, and there is really no need for you to reward me for doing something that comes natural. However, the gesture is deeply appreciated, miss.” When one is raised in the South, some gain the great fortune of being raised to be hospitable and polite to women, and years in the Marine Corps later enforces those habits. He noticed a vacant seat next to his own, and gestured if she would like to sit. It was a rather lonesome night. One of the few. He then took a look into her eyes and noticed something strange about them. He could not put his finger on what, but she was thinking about something.

Did she know? He moved rather fast, but most probably did not see him. He couldn’t move nowhere near as fast as he could when in his animal form, but if he could, it would have saved time. Often, he would think about ‘what if’ and if he could do this and that without this and that happening. Since returning from Afghanistan, he had always been a bit off, but on a harmless level.

Standing at last, incase she decided to sit, he smiled and finally came to a realization. He had yet to ask her what her name was, or introduce himself. “My name is Adam by the way,” he said softly, “Adam Dover. May I ask your name, miss?”

[nada]

"Chivalrous and exceedingly polite. You keep this up and someone is liable to mistake you for a Knight in shining armor." She replied with a soft smile as she took the empty seat he had waved to next to his. "And you can call me Nada." She replied easily. Neglecting her last name for the sheer reason that she knew nothing more about this guy, this 'Adam Dover' then that he'd willing come to her aid and was so far being nothing but a gentlemen about it. Something she definitely liked, but was far from stupid enough to let it cloud her judgment. Good manners aside.

She'd seen more then her fair share of devils wearing angles face's and hiding behind polished white wings. She was not about to be his plaything if he turned out to be one among their ranks. All the good he'd done for her thus far was not going to detour her from her usual methods of getting acquainted. Sure enough she'd be all sugar until she found a reason to be otherwise, though at the moment he was making it very hard to be anything but sweet.

And she did still owe him a thank you. Casually she slipped off her gloves laying them flat in her lap before leaning over in her chair.
"Since you won't let me buy a drink. Can I at least shake your hand and thank you that way?" She questioned, with an little smile. Asking with that smile 'what harm a little hand shake could do?' as she extended her hand. There was no way in hell she was talking about herself until she knew for sure who and most importantly what he was.

A quick looks-see was all she needed. And her ever quick decision of 'seat or sneak' would be made.

[adam]

Adam laughed at the sarcastic remark of him being mistaken as a knight in shining armor. It was funny to think of it that way, as he was technically already a warrior. He was formerly of the United States Marine Corps, and fought in Afghanistan. Ironically enough, it was when he was other there that he became what he is now. To this day, he still did not know who the werewolf that bit him was. All he knew was that he was dead. Slain by Adam’s hand. Well, gun would be the better term, but all in all, he was dead. Not just the one who bit him, but Adam’s friends that were with him that night on patrol as well. Each of them died, leaving Adam as the last person standing against the beast. In the end, he became that very creature. Though, there were some rewarding facts from that incident, such as being more enhanced that he was before. He was stronger, faster and had superior senses than any other human, and grew stronger when he transformed. The drawbacks was the full moon cycle, and the fact that he was tormented by the past events, and that it was seldom easy to pass by as a human, when he had all of these additional abilities that most would question. If not for an elderly werewolf-lady who he happened to run into a few years ago, he would have never thought that he would no longer worry about having to turn into a mindless beast ever again. He was free now. Free to change, save for the full moon and need not worry about killing.

“Trust me,” he responded to her at last, “I am no knight in shining armor. I’m very flawed, and very imperfect. However, my job allows me to atone for being imperfect.” There was something about this girl. After years of training in the Marines, and FBI training, he was able to guesstimate when a person was lying. It was a intensely time-consuming procedure to learn, and dealt with recognizing certain patters of facial movement, and voice patterns that helped operatives in the Bureau tell when a person was lying, or hiding something, sometimes both. She was suspicious of him. That was certain. He could have shown her his badge, and everything and it wouldn’t have changed her suspicion one bit. Furthermore, he still believed that she was suspicious of what he truly was as well. Although he could not declare it, he could think it and that was exactly what he was doing at this very moment. It was a blessing that silver was a ludicrous myth, otherwise Adam would have been screwed if she had some on her, incase she felt like proving that he was a werewolf.

A smile formed across his face once more, “It is a pleasure to meet you Nada,” he said to her warmly, “and I can at least privilege you to that extent of rewarding me. Besides, what harm has a handshake ever done?” That much, he hoped would never be answered. Adam may have been a Jarhead with some lingering mental issues, but he knew damn well that handshakes could be one of the leading causes of death in the entire world. He was not quite sure as to how it could do harm here, but he was probably just as suspicious as she may have been of him. Slowly, he raised his hand and stretched it out for her to shake, anticipating anything that could, and couldn’t happen. He meant her no harm, but incase she meant him harm, he was ready to escape from the club and make it through New York in his wolf form if need be. The last thing he needed was to be hunted and later get his superiors involved in all of this. Afghanistan was bad enough, but anything evil that could come from this was probably worse. Finally, his paranoia subsided and he thought to himself about where he was and what he did for this girl and he realized, what damage could a handshake really do at this moment?

[nada]

With a big smile Nada took his hand. Mentally bracing herself for whatever she was about to see. She hated this part of her 'talent'. For her it was sort of the equivalent of looking around a corner and finding the barrel of a gun pointed right between her eyes. Never knew whether it was loaded or if someone was just playing a really bad joke.

What was worse was that the instant she took his hand she knew he was good man, but by then it was too late. Images flashed past her eyes, voices in her ears, a rush of sound and sensation. The more prominent memories showing up the clearest and lasting the longest. By the time she had seen what she needed to she dropped her hand from his and stared at the floor just at her feet. Blinking rapidly to push his memories from her mind.

Military. Jarhead. Kept springing to mind. He'd done time overseas. Had been turned Wolf during that time. Nada had nothing against wolves she was friends with a couple, and provided they didn't try to bite her it was going to stay that way. What she did have a problem with. Was the three large yellow letters that kept popping after that. F.B.I.

He was fucking FBI. Like she didn't have enough problems with his kind all ready. She was wanted in five (or was that six now?) damn states for murder, extortion, drug trafficking, kidnapping, and numerous other things. And the only thing she had done on that list was the murder, but she'd only done it eight times and it had been self defense every time. Well almost every time. There were a couple of guys on that list that had just needed to die. If for no other reason than if they didn't someone else would. And of those there was only one she would willingly, readily and gladly admit to.

"Thanks. So quick question." she said with a dry voice as she tried to clam her growing urge to head for the backdoor. "You in here for business or pleasure?" she asked, flagging down a waitress. "Bottle of Coors and bring some fat limes." she instructed, knowing there was no way she was going to able to sit still with out something alcohol in her.

[adam]

Adam looked at her face and noticed a twisted disturbance in her looks. It was as if after shaking his hand, she found information about him that she did not want to know. She was hiding something, and if it would cause havoc for Adam, he would want to find out what it was. Instead of confronting her though, he merely asked, “Is something wrong? You look as if you had just seen a ghost…” He raised an eyebrow and looked at her as if curious to why she was like that. She was nervous. He could smell the pheromones that she was giving off and the order of the Coors was a giveaway that she was nervous. Yet, Adam did not react. He wanted to appear as dumbfounded as he could about her reaction.

“Smirnoff for me please,” he replied to the waitress as she went off for both of their orders. At Nada’s question, he replied, “Pleasure mostly, but what kind depends on the girl that wants to take me home, or if they want me to take them to my place. I’m up for anything tonight, and would just like to enjoy the company of a female companion. When you have a stressing job as my own, you tend to want to get out and meet people, rather than do many crazy things like I do on a daily basis.” As the waitress returned, Adam took the bottle of Smirnoff and took a few sips. It was not true Vodka. Adam has had true Vodka before, but it was the best he could do on short notice and enjoyed it while he had it. Looking over to her, he was curious as to what she was thinking now.

“How about you?” he asked, “What are you here for? Pleasure, or business?”

[nada]

"Guess that depends on the time. Up until about ten minutes ago it was business. Now..." she stopped a moment to squeeze a lime into to her beer swirling it around in the amber liquid before taking a swig to to calm herself. Quietly adding "Not so certain." to her comment after.

Nada wasn't looking at him any more. She knew she should, but then he was a wolf. Not human. And while Nada could hide among humans easily enough. A he could probably tell her nature with a just sniff and she'd been stupid enough to put herself right next to him.

Staring out at the crowd she gauged her best options for a quick exit if he suddenly recalled any wanted fliers with her face on it. Though she doubted she make it anymore than a few inches.

"So how long have you been with the Bureau?" She asked idly taking another swig. And mentally slapping herself for blurting that out. He'd said stressful job, other than that he'd in no way indicated he was law enforcement, let alone F.B.I. Course she could always lie and say she'd seen his badge. From what she'd glimpsed of his past she knew he had it on him some where. Though if he asked her where she was screwed. And she was getting antsier by the second. And feeling all the more moronic for it. He was a cop and a wolf and her just sitting there was jail time waiting to happen.

"Oh Fuck it." she spat draining the rest of her beer in one long drink. Setting the bottle down, pulling on her gloves and getting to her feet. "Before this evening goes any further we gotta get a few things out of the way." She scanned the crowd, debating on the intelligence of having this conversation here. Where there were about five or six women checking him out. And a few of her co-workers keeping tabs on her. "But not here. Come on." she said waving for him to follow her. As she headed for the back of the club.