[i]September 3rd, 2016, Saturday Night, The Web ”Goth Night”[/i]

[b]Twack, thwack, thwack.[/b] The sound was sickening, you didn't have to see what was going on to associate it with the terrible pain and affront to morals that it represented. A wet, slowly cracking noise, like a difficult to splice melon being hammered upon in frustration. It filled the tiny basement level room with its ever so monotonous pace. IT was almost like the beat of some slow trance-song intro. Every so often, there was a groan of pain and a snarling noise, followed by a much louder ”Thwack”. 

On the floor lay a once pretty blond boy. His face a perpetual snarl, with a bruised lips and quite a few teeth missing. His teeth lay scattered on the floor like pearls, perfectly white and florescent among the the dark pools of blood. His right eyes was as red as the blood at this point, the blood vessel having popped from repeated stomps to his temples and side of the head. His face was ground under the heel of a pair of heavy combat boots. The dark leather caked with his blood. The boots in turn, were laced tight around the foot and ankle of a blond, tattooed woman. Next to her stood a another blonde, taller, broader and very much a man. The two took turns to stomp at the poor victim, who's legs bent at odd angles. Marcus and Minni Levou, were vampires. The man on the floor, Johan Elander, was a vampire to. And the man watching them from the shadows of the rooms darkest corner, was very much a vampire. Stepping out from his place of observation, Louise Noir looked absolutely bored with the entire spectacle.

”You are really growing tiresome Mr Elander”  He spook in a yawn. ”You do not have a live Sire here, you entered this Barony without permission, entered this city without paying a visit to the Monarch.” He said as he knelt in front of the mess of a man before him. His fingers ran trough the hair of the blonde, once pretty vampire and tugged his head up after Minni reluctantly removed her foot from the back of Elanders skull. ”Worst yet. You tried to force yourself on one of my girls. Blood Dolls are expensive, and even more expensive to keep happy and quiet” He said with a snarl and tightened his grip around those blonde locks of hair. 

”F-fuck you.:” There was no bravado or defiance in his voice. Just the primal hatred of one creature of darkness to another. Elander spat, a little of his blood landing Lousise face.  The one good eye stared into Lousies eyes and found there nothing but the darkest, deepest of loathing. He cringed visibly as he realized that the red swirling light dancing behind Louise' eyes was that of the infamous blood seers powers at work. Louise had wiped the goblet of blood and tasted it with only the tip of the tongue. Then he spoke.

”No. Fuck you.” Louise voice was a bored drawl as he smashed the mans head into the floor several times, with enough force to crack a tile, before rising to his feet again. ”Fuck you, and that degenerate blood line of yours. Your the last one to exist within the state borders. Your blood told me that much.” He rose and turned on his heel. Stalking over to the door, he stopped right before it and spoke, this time to his two loyal soldiers. ”He is a nobody. The Baron himself said we may dispose of him as we please. So please, if you would be so kind to make him scream a bit more then end his misery for me?” He said to his two bodyguards, not turning to look as he opened the door. As he closed it, the sound of stomping didn't resume. Instead, there was the sound of flesh tearing, and screams so loud Louise could hear them all the way up the stairs of the cellar. He closed the cellar door, and the sound was replaced with the loud discordant sound of electric guitars and the thumping of a drummer possessed. He walked out to dance floor by taking a shortcut trough the ”VIP” area, taking the time to kiss the cheek of some Vampire he barely met before and making sure on of his regulars had his favorite girl. Once by the stage were the Gothic themed, female fronted, symphonic metal band was doing their thing, he relaxed and leaned against the wall. Watching his ”kingdom”. A seething mass of misguided and outsider marked youth. He remembered the 80's with a certain fondness, all those punky, gothy teens who just adored vampirism. Not that they realized they had invited the real thing when they met Louise, but that was part of the charm. These days, his club mainly attracted the black dressed, corpse painted men and women once a month, when he hired some decent local talent and a big name goth band. Usually however, his place was a low key hangout for all manners of people. Hipsters came for the 80's decor and the wine, soccer moms showed  up because they were bored with life and the artistic types and alternative kids were here for the music and to flirt with one another.

Hara strode to the bar, shooting his Bartender a smile. Joseph nodded to him, and produced a bottle of something that wasn't wine, poor it into a tall glass that was to dark and thick to tell what it held, and slid it skillfully over to his boss with a flick of the wrist. Louise took it without a thought and sipped.

”M... This is new. Who did you tap?” He said, his powers not engaging unless he wanted to. Joseph nodded up ahead, and Louise saw the black dressed, dark skinned beauty who was dancing with the others. He dress was very much a homage to the less savory trends of the 80's, with enough skin showing that you could tell some people had a hard time not looking. Louise licked his lips. 

”We're closing late tonight” he said, then stalked towards his next meal.


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September 9th, 2016, Friday Night 

The floor was almost empty of dancers and customers today. The few that were there danced almost sluggishly, grinding and being far to inconsiderate of their surroundings morals then was proper form. The speakers blasted Bauhaus, and a few pretty girls in gothmakeup were trading stories about their annoying families and friends who ”Just didn't get them”. Another table was occupied by two men in buisness attire, neither of them carrying themselves like employed or well respected fellows. The locals who enjoyed this place did include all kinds after all, the fact that mafioso made it a place to meet every now and then was only natural. Louise didn't mind, he gained so much intel from their blabbering mouths.

A pair of smartly dressed, well groomed would-be-artists chattered amongs themselves in one corner of the club. Louise watched them with the tiniest semblance of care of passion. He was amusing himself by counting every time one of them used a short hand in real life. Deciding he might just kill whoever said ”lol” and ”Rofl” the most. He was broken out of his macabre reverie by Joseph. 

”Mr Noir. This came for you” Joseph handed him a letter. The seal made him whistle audibly ”Thank you Joseph. Could you go over to the gentlemen in the suits and ask if they want a refill?” He said, not looking up from the seal. He put into his breast pocket and began to move for his office. On his way he called over the Siblings and looked at them sternly. ”Nobody is to disturb me for next few hours. Understood?” He asked, his tone didn't allow for any other answer then ”Yes.”

He hurried up the stars to second floor and slipped into his office. He toook up the letter and stared at it. Sitting down heavily onto his office desk, he crossed his legs and bit his lower lip. ”What the fuck are you about?” He seemingly asked the letter. ”Who sent you I wonder” He extended the little hidden blade of his metal ringpiece and pricked his thumb before letting the drop hit the seal. Time to find out.

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[i]September 10th, 2016, Saturday Night [/i]

Hara strode towards the location with a confidence as unshakable as the very concrete under his feet. That was to say, it was deceptively porous and prone to cracking under to much pressure. For once, he was going into something all but blind, and it unnerved him. He was supposed to be the one always in charge, instead he was on the back foot, tugged along by his own desperate hunger for knowledge and his almost fetishistic indulge when it came to secrecy. He never liked the Docks, to many rats and to many placed for trouble to hide. The sea lapped at the piers as he passed them, and he found the sea as hostile and ominous as he always had. He knew that at the bottom rested cementshoed corpses, disposed garbage other things a testament to the Docks being the least pleasant part of town.

He located the place easily enough, noting the size and potential exits as he approached it. He was nothing if not a proffesional coward when it came to these things. As he entered, the glanced at the thrall who met him with a dull, apathetic look.  The other Thrall was much more pleasant, bowing slightly at the waist. ”Welcome Mr Noir. Some have allready arrived” He spoke, that accent made Louise want to punch the man. God he hated it instantly. 

Instead however, he refrained from the violence and strode inside the room. His eyes fell immidietly on Fio. ”Fio” He nodded. He knew her, likely knew more about her then Fio wished him to. As a pitfighter, her blood had not been hard to get hold of after a brutal bout, and so he knew more about her then he did most other vampires.

The hooded one was a mystery to him. It was not a person he ever met before, he was quite certein. The claws however, the claws he had seen on somebody else before. He was most certain of it. The dapper, old soul who sat around looking both bored and alert at once he knew had visited his club once. A art exhibit If he wasn't mistaken. The lovely young looking creature who sat and looked so subdued was new to him.

Lyra he knew. ”oh. Look. Civilized people.” He said at the sight of her. By that, he meant a paying customer. Lyra had been to his club more then once. She always tipped well and treated the establishment with respect. So she was a pleasant suprise.

He knew the detective for what he was the moment they locked eyes. From a career criminals perspective, you could always pick out the cop in a room. He smiled, cold and unpleasant at the man as he took his seat on the direct opposite spot in the room. Pulling his chair up and sitting cross legged, he began examining his nails. He noticed Willa Last, she seemed so small compared to the rest, as if she was trying to will herself awway. He could sympathize