[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Interaction/Mentions:[/b]  [@c3p-0h][@Damo021][@Almalthia]  |  [b]Location:[/b][/color] Avalon
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	"[color=f7976a]Another, please,[/color]" Drake asked, leaning on the bar.  The bartender gave an uneasy nod before executing the request.  Soon, Drake's hand held a glass containing vodka and Red Bull.  Super buzzed and energetic.  That's what he was going for.  He turned his body and leaned the opposite way, his back now to the bar while his front faced the dance floor.  He saw several familiar faces, but wasn't quite ready to be sociable.  Maybe after one more...

	Just then, a foreign voice entered his head.  Shock set in.  He hadn't heard a voice in his head for a while now, but this one was different than before.  This one spoke in full sentences and the tone was uniquely docile.  [color=aba000][i][b]"Seek love and passion, and go forth... with my prayer."[/b][/i][/color]

	[color=f7976a][i]Can you hear what I am saying[/i][/color], Drake mentally asked, unsure if that was how this was supposed to work.  His answer came in the form of silence.  Drake shook his head, as if he'd be able to shake the confusion off of him, before tending to his drink some more.  As he looked around the room, his eyes fell upon Aya quite a ways away in a booth.  He was tempted to go make conversation but their relationship was fragile and he wasn't sure he had the mental fortitude to avoid any faux pas.  He also saw Cleo, with whom he was far less nervous about speaking to.  She was already used to his drunken ramblings.  There were also some faces that he didn't recognize immediately, but it wasn't too surprising.  He had been a bit of a fly on the wall, lately, as oppose to the social butterfly he once was.

	"[color=f7976a]Fuck it,[/color]" he said audibly to himself.  Time to get social.  He stood up and started walking toward the booths.  Just as he'd taken his first few steps, he saw Aya stand up with a look of concern painted across her face.  He followed her gaze, his eyes falling on Uná and a very, very pale man in a white suit. [color=f7976a][i]Holy shit, a vampire[/i][/color], he thought with amazement and disbelief.  [color=f7976a][i]That dude is definitely going to suck her blood![/i][/color] Panic started setting in as he patted himself down, trying to take inventory.  No crosses or holy water.  [color=f7976a][i]Fire can kill vampires, right?[/i][/color] Drake looked at his own hand, the image of it slightly doubling.  [color=f7976a][i]Uh oh. Definitely drunk.  Probably shouldn't drink and burn.  Especially not in a crowded place.[/i][/color]

Drake's eyes began darting back and forth, trying to think fast.  "[color=f7976a]AYA![/color]" he shouted, competing with the insanely loud house music.  "[color=f7976a]DO YOU HAVE GARLIC?![/color]"  But she didn't react or even look.  He was too far away.  Drake huffed, frustrated, and started forward again, trying to close the gap.

A menacing laugh erupted from the club and Drake stopped dead in his tracks.  Suddenly, something hit Drake from behind, sending him airborne.  He fell in a tumble, knocking over several patrons in the process.  As he laid sprawled out on the dancefloor, he turned his body to look back at what assaulted him and beheld a monstrosity. [color=f7976a][i]Ohshitohshitohshit![/i][/color]  Gunfire could be heard as people started unloading clips into this thing.  It didn't look like the monster in his own mind, though. This one was different.  He looked back to check on Aya who was now in a sprint to get out of the club, along with a sea of other people.  Someone threw a wooden barstool at the creature and the thing destroyed it with a slap, sending pieces scattering.  One of the splintered legs skidded over to where Drake was laying.  His eyes widened with excitement as he grabbed for it.  [color=f7976a][i]You're fucked now, vampire![/i][/color]  He pulled himself to his feet and stashed the stake in his back pocket before losing his balance and nearly falling again.  Holding his hands out like a man on a tight rope, he regained his equilibrium and surveyed the room.

It was either time to leave or time to fight.  He looked around at all who was left as he contemplated the decision, the grotesque beast just a few paces away from him.