| The night was composed by the heavy chambers of midnight, a cool breeze rolling through the district. Clubs lined the streets, displaying neon signs and glowing lights from their dark, dangerous depths. People were breathless, lined against the brick walls, nervously chattering and laughing, their fingers fisted into tight balls.The decaying scent of blood was in the air, on the streets. But that's what drew so many to the area; it was the dawn of the dead. Vampires, zombies, lycanthropes. You name it, it existed. And for a peculiar reason or another, people got their kicks from playing victim at these clubs.. Though none were all too deadly as a real encounter.Aubrey wasn't impressed. He hardly ever was. But the disgusting display of the undead playing pawn to human money was hardly his idea of amusement - not that he could necessarily complain. He had succumbed a few times in a nearby club as a common strip toy to the enjoyment of some stupid, flustered mortal.Thick, onyx tresses fell against the pale flesh of his face, the tendrils cropped at various, short layered lengths. Gaze a penetrating blue, his firm figure stood crouched upon a nearby building. Resembling a male nothing short of twenty, nearly six feet tall, and of slender, but built frame, he had been a perfect candidate for a modeling career, had he not ripped the throat out of the representative. Women tend to believe that if they bat their eyelashes enough and pout their pretty lips, he'd fall for them like a rock through water. But he was crystalized. The only rock going through him was a silver bullet; and that'd only manage to slow him down.Dressed casually in a short sleeve, denim button up, he wore a random signature black shirt beneath, jeans a matching hue to his top. Even in daylight hours, he could pass as human, if he avoided smiling to broadly. But he wasn't one of the new dead; After a few years of suggested immortality, one became familiar with the common tricks of the road. But maybe it was his pretty face that allowed others to ignore the airiness of power around him.Aubrey didn't rightly care. But what did concern him was the action below. He wasn't necessarily interested in the people entering the club, the Common Underground to be exact, but rather the events that would occur. Rumor had it murder was about. Someone was planning a mass massacre, that someone being a string to the Master of the city. And though it was unlikely and probably only a slip of the tongue, he had been drawn to the location none-the-less.But whether or not he'd choose to stop the event was another thing entirely. |
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