Illuminati club (Con)

[abbykari]

cocktailsread happens while Abby it traveling before she meets Gackt))

Illuminati club

Abby turned over in her warm soft bed as the dim lights of the club she slept over flickered on and threw her window. She had arrived several days ago and a friend of her fathers had set her up working in a club, she had a talent for mixing drinks. She knew little English and so hardly spoke which the owner liked as she just got on with doing her job, once or twice he would ask why she never learned to speak it but she just ignored him and carried on doing her job.

She turned over on her bed and looked at the clock that sat next to it its digital dial read 10am and she threw the covers over her head trying to grab the last moments of sleep that she could. She was not due to start work for several hours, but as she lay she heard several people arguing next door and a fight with things thrown at the wall her bed sat against. Giving up on sleep she quickly dressed and headed down to the bar to start the clean up for that nights shift. She carefully moved around collecting glasses suddenly one of the other girls stormed down the stairs with her bags and out the door and she heard her boss shout after her “and don’t come back!!” he turned to face her “Abby your now on bar duty, forget clean up” he said to her she nodded “da, domnule “she said then quickly corrected herself as she spoke again “Yes, sir” this was something she had hoped for, as the previous girl had made so many mistakes also it came with a pay rise, being alone she just saved it.

That night she stood behind the bar with the bar man who smiled at her “Don’t worry, make sure you focus on the drinks and not the customers leave them to me” he said she nodded but could not contain the butterflies in her belly as she looked out into the room imaging it filled with men and woman that came to the club it did scare her but she felt she could do it. The manager walked over to her “now Abby don’t screw this up, god knows we kneed a decent bar woman who can mix cocktails” he said as he turned slowly away from her and faced into the room

[Concieved D'maggio]

A slow sigh passed through Cons lips as his gps blurted out random directions
"Damn thing." Con said as he smacked the gps again for the millionth time. He was trying to find the Illuminati club and was having one hell of a time finding it.

He was replying in person to a personal add look for club entertainment, and being a musician and what not he was up for the challenge. It wasn't like he had played in bars and clubs before, but something had him feeling uneasy, well not uneasy but he felt like something interesting was going down.

He came to a stop at a gas station and got the correct way and started back on his route. When he had finally arrived it was already noon.
"Great and now I'm late."
Con stepped out and grabbed his two instruments, a violin and a bass in very nice leather/satin cases, Gibson made.

He stepped through the door and looked around the club slowly.
"Hey, yo? Anyone here? Great late and the place if freaking abandoned.
He stepped around the place getting to know it, hopefully if everything went right then he would be playing here often, if they had good taste in music.

He took a seat at the bar and layed his instruments next to him. It was odd though, he felt like he had been here before, some long forgotten memory. The place just felt homey. He shook his head and sighed
"Cool it old man, your older than you remember.

A sound came from across the bar as he saw a woman and a man enter through the bar. He was giving her a speech about how to deal with customers and such. Cool now he was breaking and entering. The word shit ran through his head at least two dozen times.

He stood and rubbed the back of his head.
"Hey, so sorry about this. The door was unlocked and I just let myself in. The names Con, I called you about the position of club entertainer.

[abbykari]

Abby looked up her blue eyes seeing a man in the bar she had been so lost in her thought she hadn’t even noticed him sat there , she watched the bar man reach over the bar to him.
“No problems, names Juke, this is Abby” she smiled to him as politely as she could but her nerves were showing. “Welcome to the club, stage is over there, set up when you’re ready” he said as he pointed to the left of the club and then went back to his cleaning glasses. She watched the man closely she was interested in music but never took it up. Her eyes watched intently as the man had come in with a violin and a rather nice bass guitar in a case. She turned her attention back to working out the cocktails once or twice glancing up at him and watching him.

She poured a beer and with the bar man watching took it over to him “Hello” she said softly holding out the glass to him “you muzicianul, music maker?” she asked not really knowing the right word to use as her English was still in the early stage, she glance back to the bar man who was busy placing glasses on the shelf and in the dish washer, she was nervous but the instruments around him intrigued her more “what music you play?” she brushed the top of the guitar with her finger gently feeling the lacquer against her finger smooth the string vibrated making her jump and step back away for a moment before touching it again this time smiling as the tone hit her ears, she matched it in her own voice but realizing what she was doing she found her cheeks turn pink .

She looked at him closer, he was not like the bar man in fact the total opposite she thought he looked as if he’d see some of the word around him and experienced it to the full soon several men wondered in to the bar she tuned to face them, one she had seen before and was known for picking on the female staff “mscuzai , excuse me” she said standing and making her way back to the bar, but no sooner she had drawn level the man grabbed her “Dă-mi drumul, lasă-mă să merg” (let me go, let me go) she cried out.

((word count: 401))

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con smiled as the barkeep told him to set up
"Dude hell yeah, you wont regret this.
He walked over to the stage and began setting up his equip, he thought a nice country start ought to be good, his band wasnt due for another two hours so he had time to really plan it out.

Hello, you muzicianal, music maker?"
Con looked up at the pretty woman with blue eyes, it took some time but he remembered the name
Abby yeah? Nice to meet you, Im Con.
He looked down into her hands and smiled
"Nah no beer, but if you have some Jim Bean . . . uh Whiskey"
He made the motions of taking a shot and then shook his head
*Dude she's not stupid, just not good with english.* He thought to himself
He took the beer and chugged it down quickly and shivered.
"What music you play?" She asked in her thick accent. She looked down at his bass and began plucking the strings laughing and harmonizing with it.
"Well I'll show you if you want me too, we have time."
He picked up his bass and began playing the first thing that came to his head. It was a Nirvana song of course, that mans music never escaped his head. He smiled as he looked up watching her expressions as he played. He laughed to himself, remembering what it was like for him to be a yokal.

He put down his bass and smiled to her again as the bar began to fill. How much time had he wasted?
He looked around and found that she had walked away, getting ready to work.
*Cute . . . nice ass, just got to get over the accent and we'll talk* He laughed to himself and shook his head
*Thats just horrible Con*

A scream came from the bar as he was finishing setting up.
He looked up and found Abby yelling and hitting a drunkard who apparantly had a thing for foriners too.

Con began to growl quietly, it was against his nature to fight, he absolutley hated violence, but he couldnt let this fucker just sit there and fondle her.

Con stood and walked over to the drunk
"Hey bro, your touching my woman, if you know whats good for you you'd let her go, or I'll stick my size thirteen so far up yous ass that youd be spitting leather for the next month capice?"

The man staggered up letting go of the woman
"who the fuckz you think you are bub?"
He jabbed a finger into Cons chest roughly.

Con shrugged it off and smiled politley. He put an arm around Abby and pulled her close.
"Play along." He whispered in her ear
"Lets let her choose then. He turned to her
"Baby, Honey, wanna go get a drink in the back? or chill with touchy mcfeely? He smiled a perfect smile only a vampire could and winked at her.
*Lets hope she knows enough english for this*

[abbykari]

As the drunk let her go Abby quickly moved beside Con as he pulled her to him , she was a little nervous but preferred to stay beside him that the drunk she had seen how he’d left other girl black and blue with his roughness , she looked up at him as she whispered to play along smiling slightly to him then looked back at the man “cap de rahat” (shit head) she swore at the man “I would rather eat a dead câine(dog) than stay with him.” she said it was the most she had ever said even the bar man looked up at hearing her talk but smirked.

Abby playing along rested her head on Con’s chest winking up to him as she tried to hide her smirk from the drunk. “Come on let move away from the de viaţă scăzut” (low life) she took his arm leading him to a table close to his instruments ignoring the fact her hands now shook and her legs felt like jelly as she walked, with her back to the drunk she took a deep breath in to steady her self “sorry, he gets rough with the female staff, one up and renunţ.” She paused trying to find the word then she found it “quit, because of him, he leaves them black and blue. “she glanced back to the man as anther female dodged his reach “but boss can not kick him out, he spends a lot of bani...erm money” she said sighing as she looked down at her hands as they shook slightly “thank you, for what you just did, I would have not got away with out something being bruised if you hadn’t come along, my name is Abby Kari, nice to meet you Con” she held out her hand, low enough so the man could not see she was shaking his hand but to any on looker it would seem she was taking his hand to hold.

Abby looked at the bar man who shook his head and motioned she stay put for a bit longer she knew the drunk never stayed more than an hour or so in the bar “seems we are stuck till he goes “ she said turning to face him once more and looked at him “you like whiskey “ she said with a smile “that strong I had once , ended up on floor” she chuckled as she remembered the hand over she’d had the next day.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con smiled as she put her head on his chest and led him to the table to sit. He shivered and tried to calm down, most vampires had extremems with moods, some worse than others.

Some got angry to fast, some liked blood way to much, and others like himself loved the opposite sex. This little trouble has gave him hell all sorts of ways. He looked down at her neck before they reached the table. She was human, he could smell the blood pounding through her neck, wet and a satyisfying for his throat. Con closed his eyes as he sat down trying to take his mind elswhere.

She was saying something, but at the moment it was hard to hear her over the loud thud of her heart pumping the thick stream of blood through her. All he could make out was her name, Abby Kari. He smiled and consintrated on her eyes for a minute. Her heart beat was going faster than normal, she was frightend, he could smell it all over her, that made the hunt more fun
*NO CON CALM DOWN DAMNIT* He screamed inside his head.

He gasped as the burn in his throat screamed. Whitehot pokers rolling through his throat. He looked down and saw her hand and smiled the best he can "Um. .. better not." He sighed at the rude remark.
"I'm Kyle D'maggio, but friends call me Con."
He tried to keep his calm, it was getting harder by the moment.

"You like whiskey?" She had asked her blue eyes searching his for an answer
God yes that sounded like the cure
"YES!! ahem, yes please. He had almost jumped from his seat answering, whiskey would deadend his nose and mute his tastebuds, but the burning not so much.
He looked around to see if he didnt cause a rucuss. Thankfully he didnt.

Just as the promblems were seeming to seem desolute, the man from ealier stood and headed for the bathroom
*perfect* Con thought. It had been awhile seince he had human, he had been feeding on the mutant New York rats.

"Excuse me dear, but nature calls." He stood and headed for the bathroom door, his eyes glowing and his breath quickening. As he entered the man already at the stall, perfect. Con came up behind fast, grabing him from behind one hand on his throat and another over his chest. He drug him into the comode stall and closed the door.

The man shivered and cowered in fear, and Con came down fast plunging his teeth into his throat. The relif washed over him as he finished. He pulled the mans pants down and place him on the toilet, lowering his head to make it look like he passed out drunk.

Con returned and sat back down.
"Sorry about that"

[abbykari]

Abacoustic as he said he liked wwhiskey, she could tell he was different that the others I the bar something about him told her that as she watched him he looked as if he struggled with him self, Abby knew that look she had done that many times to over come her fear, she watched him stand and excuse him self watching as both he and the rough man headed for the men’s.

Abby stood up and headed quickly over to the bar, the barman gave her a quizzical look but she showed him her shaky hands and he nodded that he under stood. “Take ya time, he is a bit rough, boss is busy up stairs so won’t bother ya” he said handing her a bottle of whisky “I’ll take it out ya pay, k” he said smiling, Abby took it and two glasses and headed quickly back to the table before he returned.

As he sat down Abby caught the sight of something red just in the corner of his mouth she glanced around before rubbing it away with her thumb “you must be careful “she said softly as she sat back down “I know what you are Con” she said softly “I will not say it here, too open, but thank you” she smiled as she pored him a glass and one for herself downing it in one “my father drank it all the time, when I was old enough he showed me how “ she said with a grin as she pored out her second “I must watch I don’t drink too many” she said grinning “I may end up fighting you as I did my father “ she said chuckling glad to now be feeling relaxed. Reaching over she picked up his guitar gently strumming it as she did “I’m more acustică;… acoustic” she handed him it “you play?” she asked holding it out to him hoping he would play something she could sing to or at least know the words to.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con flinched as she wiped away the blood, carelessly left on his lips. He looked down ashamed and embaressed, how long has he been trying to cope with a healthier, more non killing lifestyle. Of course animal blood was better for vampires, made them keep a good sence of mind, but rat and cat blood only took one so far (and the rats are freakishly huge in New York).

He looked up into her eyes, his own green just a little more vibrant from the blood of the drunkard. He smiled weakily and sighed
"I guess my no eating humans thing went out the window. Oh well shit happens.
He whispered low enough for her to hear.

He took a shot of the whiskey and sighed in contentment. He looked over to see she was eyeing his instruments again. “I’m more acusticã;… acoustic” She said.

Con smiled and nodded in agreement. He loved when bands played unplugged, it made the experience that much more to the listioners. As he was going through all the bands he heard unplugged a random and unattractive thought crossed through his mind.

He grabbed Abby's hands with his ice cold ones and looked directly in her eyes.
"How in the hell do you know about what I am?"
He locked his dead green eyes onto her own, he wasnt trying to scare her or even threaten. Her face, the structure almost matched his own, maybe he was imagining things, but the resemblence was a little to close to comfort. Maybe this was the family he was looking for all this time, his visit to London had took him nowhere, just another dead end, but maybe fate finnaly granted him something more.

He looked up and down across her face, he had to be sure he was right. Could she, would she be the long lost family he was looking for, maybe one of his brothers grankids, or even one of his three sisters.
"Abby, even more importantly, Who are your grandparents?"

[abbykari]

[atrb=width,8,true][atrb=border,8,false][cs=0][bg=#919191] Abby suddenly felt him grab her hands, she froze, she had not felt any mans hands on her skin since that night in the alley, she feared what memory it would bring back. She looked at him as she felt the panic that now sat in her eyes and on her face. As he spoke she frowned why he would want to know that for she could not understand “bunic jad (grandmother jade) and mre scrumbie (granddad Mack) “she said as she gave a tug to see if he would let her go now. Her heart now beat hard in her chest as she fought not to scream at him holding her hands “Is all I knew them as… now, please, let me go!” she asked softly looking into his eyes, his green eyes, his familiar green eyes. Abby closed her eyes as she turned away from him as she recognized just what about him felt familiar, his face, his manner, all reminded her of her father. “I know what you are because, my bunică (grandmother) spoke about them all the time” she said giving a light tug, once more testing his grip on her hands, she now didn’t fear him but wanted her hands free of his grip. His touch though some what tight was with the same rough working hands her father had. She looked back at the bar and Juke who on seeing her grabbed had looked up to make sure she was all right, with a nod she showed him she was before turning back to Con “I am not going to run away from you, I don’t fear you. “She said softly as she slipped one wrist free from him poring him a drink she pored one for herself hoping it would calm him into letting her other hand go and also calm her nerves“I never knew why, but I guess its because they are part of my family” she said looking at him again this time more like a nice looking at her uncle.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con looked down as she tugged on his hands, if his heart could beat then it would be like a horse running at full speed.
He looked into her eyes and tried to speak
"Jade and Mack are my decendents. Im over 180 years old, and i dont remember a thing about the last 90. I've done nothing but researching my family."

He looked down again, feeling like he was hit in the stomach. He finally found someone, albiet someone who could be his great,great,great,great,GREAT Niece. It was someone at least.

He began to smile, finnaly his search was over, he found someone. Someone he could visit, someone he could share his life story, someone who was his as much as he was hers.

He stood up quickly, stiff and quick like a vampire and pulled her into a hug, tears streamed down his face as he held her close and sighed in relief.
"Abby, Ive been looking for you for almost 60 years, thank god I finnaly found you."

He pulled her out of the hug and looked her up and down. Yes, she was his decendent, Her face, her whole presence screamed Maggio. Though she was not a Maggio at all, she had his daughters carefull eyes. Through over 100 years, at least that was never lost. Her eyes, were Abby's eyes, and those eyes were of his long lost love.

He smiled and let her go, noticing her aversion to being touched. "Forgive me Abby, I just got so excited. Wait, though . . . the accent, its not Italion at all. What was my family doing?" He laughed to himself.
"We have alot to talk about, me and you. I just dont know where to begin."