Nicki was having the time of her life. She had just met her blind date who had taken her to this awesome club. He was handsome, charming and had these really cute, pointed ears. She giggled as they got past the bouncer. Pulling her new boyfriend to the dancefloor. "Come on, Bobby. Let's go dance."

Bobby let himself be led onto the darkened dance floor. He pale blue eyes watched the people surrounding them. He had worn his usual black trenchcoat tonight. It flapped behind him as they made their way through the crowd. He danced with the woman. Moving to the music, moving with Nicki, moving closer to her and pushed her to the wall. He grinned at her...

She grinned back. He was obviously crazy for her. She leaned in for a kiss...

Bobby pressed his lips against her and shoved a stiletto into her stomach. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. She didn't have time to make a sound. Normal people didn't see the death, it was too dark. Bobby shoved her head and look at her. "I thank you for this dance." He kissed her forehead and dragged her to a nearby table. He flopped her over so no blood showed. "Hon? I think you had enough to drink. I'll go call a cab!" He said out loud for the benefit of the ones around him.

He walked to the other side of the club towards the bar. He asked for a glass of water. He turned back to the darken dancefloor. He didn't see much. He didn't expect to see anything...

A demon stood in the corner, golden eyes locked on the man who had murdered the girl. Interesting. A murderer like myself, one who loves to kill. . . She thought absentmindedly, studying the scene that had just been commited. She was somewhat unsure of how she was able to do it, but she had some odd powers. Though no one has to know that just yet. . .especially not in a place like this. One thing she'd learned from her parents assassinations was that you always had to be on gaurd, no matter how comfortable you get in a certain place.

Wolven ears twitched, reflecting to every sound that was made, one thing she liked about being part wolf as the fact she had a good since of smell and an excellent hearing radiance. Probably all the better for her in this case, she needed as much power as she could get over this little issue. Tail flicked to and fro with annoyance, almost like always. Something was ALWAYS annoying here and these people just happened to be one of those things.

Perfection was a hard thing to earn and she was certain she was not perfect, she didn't even come close to it as she could tell. Having white hair, she wasn't too proud of that, though she has grown proud of it, no matter how different she is. Being a wolf demon makes her fell somewhat unique, somewhat an outcast, never fitting in correctly. Always standing out, the first to be blamed for everything and bossed around.

"This is me. . ." She muttered. Crossing her slender arms over her chest. She seemed quite powerful for such a small built woman, but whoever said size mattered, must be a total idiot.

Blood. That was the first smell that entered Zyra's body, blood had just been spilt. She walked over to a table nearer to the back and glanced around before parking herself on the chair. She knew she was close to the cause of the blood but hadn't spotted it yet. No problem she would soon enough and perhaps know the cause od the spilt blood. Her eyes were beganing to turn a reddish hue, her blood rushed faster and her heart pounded, her hunger was raising as the smell lingered around her. A waiter interupted her quest asking what she wanted, she gave him her order and began to look around. She nearly had it. She turned her head around to the back and noticed a body slightly slumped over on a chair. Bingo, that was were the blood came from. She decided not to make a move yet, but wait a little longer to see what would happen to the body first.

Bob received his glass of water. He sipped it sparingly, as if it was expensive wine. He left the bar and made his way back into the crowd. People would have forgotten he was with that other human. Maybe he could give dear Nicki some company. He looked through the crowd for another doe eyed female. Under no circumstances was he going to flirt with some fag although he would really enjoy killing him.

All of the women seemed to be taken. He made his way to the back and spotted a woman by herself. She seemed to be looking at his last victim. Curiousity on her part maybe. He grinned, can't have her finding out about her new friend before she joins her. He went up to the table and smiled at the woman. "Is this seat taken?"

As he ask the question he had noticed her eyes had a reddish tone to them. Maybe she was drunk. If that was so, Bob would have an easier time taking her life. He mind wondered to his stiletto, which was sticking to his shirt from the inside of his jacket. He could feel the blood against his body, it was still warm.

This shall be somewhat amusing. . . .I see the killer as returned for another victim. Figures. . . A smirk ran itself over her face like cold ice. She was definitely amused by this place. Removing her eyes from the already dead female, she allowed them to fall on the next one to be. Fangs glinted in sight, from what little light could be seen.

Moving with the silence of a wolf, she managed to get a bit closer to the two. Not close enough for them to see her, just close enough for her to see them. Which was somewhat of a good idea, she couldn't risk being seen just yet. Her pale hand reach to her side, clutching the hilt of her dagger. If one should try to attack me, I shall be ready for them in the matter. She snickered slightly to herself, continuosly watching them.

Tail flickered a bit with impatience. She wanted to taste some blood, but there were no delicious looking morsels around, so she'd just have to wait until later. . .when one would appear, hopefully.

Zyra looked up at the man and smiled*By all means, do as you please*She said not taking her eyes off the body. Her hand found her glass and it was than she decided to look at the person who now occupied the seat across from her*So, what have you been up to tonight?*She asked him sweetly, her eyes growing more red. A smell of the same blood came from him as well.

The sweet scent of blood was somewhat luring to her, it took all the self-control she had to hold herself back. Can't eat just yet. . .I still need to contain myself, pretend to be not here. . . She thought, soothing any other thoughts from her head as she did so. She had to be more careful, meals don't come easy, she knew that much. . .maybe she could find prey later. Right now, this was her only interest. . .watching the two of them as they talked.

"Dancing... Not much else to do, or is there?" Bob smiled and took a sip of his water. It was really bad tap water, he didn't expect anything better. He tried to hold her gaze. Her eyes were strange but humans didn't surprise him anymore.

ZYra smiled and looked cooly into his eyes, he thought he could control her get her to do what he wants,how wrong he was. She took a sip of her drink and took out a ciggy and lit it*It looks as if your dancing partner may never dance again* She said as a whisper and pointed to the body

Licking her ghostly colored lips, she decided it was her turn to step in. . .maybe something interesting would happen if she did. "Might I join the two of you?" Her voice as cold as ice, sending a chill down just about anyone's spine. "Could not help but over hear your conversation from where I was standing. . ." While stating that, she motioned a clawed hand toward the wall.

She looked up at the new comer and glanced at her hand*I do not mind the more the merrier or so people say*She took a drag on the ciggy and puffed out smoke circles

Giving a swift nod of her head, she pulled herself a chair and sat down. "So. . .what's your names?" She sighed, twisting a lock of white hair around on her finger as she spoke. Her tail twitched calmly every once in a while.

Boccali put two and two together. When a woman with pointed ears and claws asks another woman if she could sit down and the other woman says yes... Then there is something figuratively wrong with the equation. Maybe the other woman was not human? Didn't matter now, she already knew he killed and she didn't bat an eye at him.

And as for the question from the clawed woman, he did mind. But now he just didn't care. "Don't mind." He mumbled as he wrinkled his nose towards the cigarette. He almost snarled with rage. He hated smoke. He glared at the cigarette like it was a living thing, teasing him, taunting him.

Zyra noticed the looked he gave at the ciggy and smiled*I gather you detest ciggies?*She srugged her shoulders and sighed as she crushed it within her grasp*Better?*She than turned to the other women and looked her up and down*I am known as Zyra and yourself*

"Hikari." She stated, turning her head to face Zyra. "Hikari Minamotou. Nice meeting you. . ." She went silent for a few moments, before turning her attention to Boccali. "And. . .who are you?" Her wolven ears twithed silently, waiting for him to say something. Golden eyes flickered red then flashed back to their origina state.

The cigarette was put out but the smoke was still in the air. Boccali could ignore that for now. "Funny... You don't look Japanese..." He observed. "The name's Bob by the way." He didn't give his real name to anyone but elven kin, he was picky about who he hung out with. Right now he was between being polite or destroying his pride.

Might as well make small talk and then leave. If the conversation went dry, adventually someone will come along and see the body. Boccali now had a front row seat to watching the person's reaction. How fun.

Zyra looked over towards the bar and at the clock on the side wall near it. Quater pass 1, it read. Zyra sighed and cleared her throat*Well, I think I may get one more drink at the bar and make my way to some place other than here*She stood up and began to walk around but turned to them first*Did you two want anything else?*

"No thanks." Hikari stated, wavng her hand towards Zyra, before returning her attention towards Boccali. "I'm not Japanese. . .I'm Egyptian. ." A blank gaze crossed her face, mixe with confusion and interest at the same time. "Nice to meet you. . .too, Bob."

Boccali shook his head indicating that he didn't want anything. He had his water, that was enough.

A sneer formed on his face. "Fuck that Egyptian crap. No one comes out of Egypt with a name like Hikari. Unless you self proclaim yourself that. That's a fucken long nickname if you ask me." A nerve was being stricken, to Boccali a name was power. Maybe when the other woman left he'd have a chance to strike out, to cause this "Hikari" to bleed. Maybe...

"FEH! A name does not decide the power! It is the power which is wielded that is what makes the person. You may not like my name, but I like it just fine and if you intend on striking at me, you best thing twice." Hikari snarled, now narrowing her golden eyes in annoyance. That just pissed her off and she wasn't about to take it from an elf. "Actually, you probably don't know who the hell you are dealing with. . .do you?"

"It's doubtful. For if you did, you'd think twice abo speaking to me is such a friggin' manner that was spoke!"

((Read minds much?!))

{{That's her power. }}

Boccali lifted an eyebrow. A telepathic... He stood up from the table quickly. The club no longer interested him. Without saying goodbye, he just simply left.

Giving a long forgotten sigh, she pushed herself from the table as well, sweeping her cloak over her and making her way back to the wall, right where she was at when he first arrived. I think I just read that guy's mind, but how'd I do that. .? The question rolled over in her head, she was still a little new to being telepathic and controling things with her mind thing.

I never had these kind over troubles when I was a kid. . .or maybe I just didn't know my own powers then. . .does that mean my brother has powers as well? She quickly shook the thought of her younger sibling from her mind. I need to stop thinking about him, because I will probably never see Shiroku again. . .