Strobe lights scattered across the dance floor like fireflies. Trixy spun around to the music without a care in the world. On the outside she appeared to be a vampire letting loose, having a good time, seductive and fun. Mentally though, she was calculating the level of danger, seeking out all of the nearby vampires and probing them for information such as age and special powers – a skill she had tempered over time. She gathered that she was the oldest here and smiled peacefully, most vampires older than her slept for long periods of time, and ventured out only in the dark of the night.

Trixy spun to face Carson and flashed a bright smile before pulling him close, something that would seem like a possessive gesture to those on the outside, and perhaps she enjoyed it a little herself. “I’m going to go see if I can find something tasty to drink, my dear.” She said to him, but her eyes revealed the truth of her motives to him alone. Trixy turned on her heel gracefully and sauntered over to the bouncer, laying the sex appeal on thick. “Good afternoon, dear sir. An old girl like me wonders if this establishment has an clandestine menu, I do often seek something more [i]entertaining[/i] than my English consort.”

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Marigold put the SUV into park in the alleyway that Carson had suggested to her. She quickly proceeded to unroll the windows in an attempt to air out the undead stench. ‘The least we can do is try to make it smell a little better if we’re stuck here together, eh?” she asked Kenneth, looking at him through the rearview mirror. She could sense that he was a wolf too but didn’t really know anything else about him, so striking up a conversation felt awkward. She remembered her purpose on this mission and leaned back into her seat carefully, bringing the binoculars to her eyes for the briefest of moments, scanning the area for signs of trouble.