The tall vampire had heard her name being called from the door, "Kaori, party of one?" But Quill would wait, at least long enough for her to gather her senses. Unfortunately, as soon as she had, she heard the 'pop' of silenced fire. To the ears of a vampire, a silencer was virtually useless. It wasn't as explosive, but perfectly audible. But then, the silencers weren't for their benefit. Any wise vampire wouldn't dare intervene in Rikker's work. The silencers were meant to keep things quiet enough to deflect unwanted outside attention or interference. Although, in times like these, it seemed unlikely that anyone would want to tangle with the vampires, especially someone as powerful as Rikker.

A scent ripped through the air along with the subtle sound. In instant, her head was swimming again. [i]What is this?[/i] She was pulled under. So deep, she had all but lost her grip completely in a fraction of a second. A menacing growl raked over her ears. She felt it rumbling from her throat like thunder. Her body tensed into a low crouch, like a coil ready to spring. It was instinctual at this point, impossible to ignore for someone her age. The older a vampire, the more experienced they tended to be with matters of self-control. Kaori was remarkably controlled for someone under 50, but even she couldn't help herself with that [i]incredible[/i] aroma in the air. 

Chaos erupted within and around the club as celestial blood was shed. In a short instant, she was a part of the animalistic herd, frenzied over a feeding. She sprung from her spot on the wall, leaping half the length of the sidewalk and running along the rest to burst through the entrance. There was a mass of vampires clawing for the bloodied body on the floor. Kaori knew it would hardly be a single minute before the unknown idiot was torn to shreds. She didn't care. 

Her eyes flicked around, assessing the situation. It was similar to the way a pack of wolves would feed. Rikker and his guards lunged for the body, claiming the kill. The majority of vampires in the club had flown from their seats. The wiser ones had begun to form a circle, waiting for a scrap or two to be left behind by their leader. The few younger vampires that either couldn't control their urges or didn't know they had to were torn back, viciously punished by an older and wiser beast. Battles developed, staining the floor with rich, red warmth. The unfortunate mortals that had shown up that night began to scream, looking for an escape and torn down before they'd made it more than a step or two.

It was unrestrained violence and chaos, and Kaori hated how [i]good[/i] it felt. It was home for a vampire. 

But not just any blood would do tonight. It had to be this unearthly creature. Her predatory gaze narrowed in on him, in the murderous clutches of Rikkers fists. The vampires in the surrounding circle grew increasingly anxious as Rikker toyed with his prey, as if the conquest would be satisfaction for the group as a whole. Rikker took his time, savoring the kill and teasing it with the chilling words, "I will [i]devour[/i] you."