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[LUCIEN SAMUEL COLEVRA ,]

HE'S A STRANGER TO SOME

AND A VISION TO NONE
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being a vampire, a true creature of the night, was almost just as beautiful as it was a curse. most didn't care much what effect they had on the world around them. most of his species stalked and killed, draining their victims dry. he couldn't blame them, he'd felt the glorious high that came with being full. the kind of full that made you feel on top of the world, like no mortal drug ever could. to drink the blood of the living, to hear the deafening roar of a heartbeat cease with each drink. well, it was just incomparable.

lucien colevra had long since given his addiction up. he'd found other, less favorable ways to survive. he'd grown tired of seeing the fear he induced race through someone's eyes or feeling a warm bodice grown limp and cold within his arms. some highs were just not worth the heartache. it was because of his race, and many others, that war was waging and mortals feared them. mind you, weaning himself off of being a killing machine was no easy task. his first attempt led him to live alone deep in the woods to feed off the blood of animals. despite his weakened state and the twinge of hunger that always lingered at the pit of his stomach, he had managed. fifty years without so much as killing a single human being until a young woman crossed his path and the blood lust set in - the hunger consumed his clear thinking mind. his last kill. it was because of the hatred for his lifestyle that lucien came to find himself where he was today.

"sir, the patrons have arrived for the evening. i have also found a replacement for one of the bleeders. she no longer wishes to participate." lucien woke at the sound of the assistant's voice, realizing he was still in the lounge hidden within the clubs deep confines. "leave me." as the henchman-type-of-a-guy left, lucien forced himself to compose his body and thoughts, sitting up before glancing around. the station he was in was trashed with the drapes partially ripped off and blood splattering what was once solely white upholstery. another chair that usually took residence in the corner of the room was overturned and the adorning table vase was in a thousand pieces on the floor. the events of the previous night flooded back to him after seeing the condition of the room. why had no body stopped him? he was the boss and what said went. more so, he was typically the overseer and a relaxed feeder, even when he was sampling the food. no one ever had to worry about lucien colevra getting out of control and falling into an uncontrollable feeding frenzy. that just wasn't him. apparently it had been last night. it made sense the woman wanted nothing to do with his kind any more - he had brought her within an inch of her death. the amount of blood he had taken from her was dangerously close to killing her. it was only his low tolerance for so much blood that had caused him to pass out and given her the ability to flee. he never let this happen, so why did it last night?

after a few minutes, lucien stood. he noted that many of his servants had already taken care to properly clean the rest of the stations. many of tonight's volunteers had already taken their stations, awaiting whoever their needed to serve. he had created this place as an alternative to killing and he himself almost violated the code of conduct. it was a magnificently beautiful lounge, set up to serve the needs of his race. marble adorned everything for a cool atmosphere - the walls, floors, fixtures. the furniture and decor resembled anything and everything that could be considered ancient gothic architecture. it was stunning, even to those who didn't know the time period in which it was replicated. twelve stations were set up, each identical in looks, and each containing what lucien called a bleeder. volunteers, most mortal, who enjoyed offering themselves and their blood. some got off on it, others were bored, and some had nothing better to live for - but all willing volunteers. they were almost all mortal and bound to secrecy. it was an alternative to killing and it made him a great deal of money. while a majority of his clientele were vampires such as himself, he saw the occasional succubi or demon. in addition to the blood bank he was running, he was the sneaky guy to see for any of your black market needs. he sold rare, powerful ingredients to witches and sorcerers, and bartered cursed items to hellspawn. so on and so on. to say the least, lucien colevra was a very wealthy man.

beyond what seemed like a simple mortal nightclub, lay not only these feeding stations but lucien's personal quarters. retreating to his washroom was obviously necessary. despite how he felt due to the previous night's activities, he looked fairly composed, aside from the blood that stained his face. he leaned deep over the sink, splashing water over his face until it was properly clean. he brushed a handful of gel through his hair, smoothly it neatly back. lucien stripped out of his clothing, leaving them in a pile on the floor. one of the servants would clean up after him and undoubtedly discard of the casual suit due to its appearance. he selected an identical one from his closet, checking himself in the mirror one last time before abandoning the room.

it was nearing eleven o'clock by the time lucien surfaced at a private table near the back of the club. crimson x, it was called. for the last three years it had been the most popular thing in this city of his, serving expensive alcohol and playing loud techno music. the interior of it closely mimicked that of the lounges hidden in back. most of the young mortals that made this their regular spot thought it was a mature, fancy place. anything to keep them coming back. a personal servant of his brought lucien a glass to drink, setting on a coaster before him. it was a blood wine mix - compliments for his non-mortal patrons. taking a casual sip, he glanced around at the what was his. he was less than satisfied tonight, suffering in silence over the events of last night. could nothing go right? for now, it was time to observe and watch the events of tonight unravel.

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tagged - - - open!
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lyrics - - - from yesterday ,, 30 seconds to mars.
word count - - - 1098.

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[PETER JOSHUA]

Typically experience with blood drinkers, vampires as the call themselves, leads one to avoid them whether that means crossing to the opposite side of a street or avoiding places they tend to gather. Beings with experience don't usually return to cross paths with those of the twisted fate more than once. Yet, oddly enough clusters of laughing mortals came and left this place frequently. Cocking his head to one side Peter watched a pack of giggling females trip over themselves as they exited the establishment. One deep breath was enough to tell the mortals hadn't been near any of club's more otherworldly patrons.

Frowning he glanced down at the digital watch on his wrist before casually leaping from the trees sturdy bough back to the ground. As he dusted of what dirt his jump kicked up the angel kept his eyes one the doors of the Crimson X. Brushing down his hair out of habit he proceed toward the odd bar. The closer Peter move to the building the stronger the strange mixture of beings scents swirling around it became. The sickeningly sweet scent of demon woman wafted past and instinctively he clutched at the blade secured to his belt.

Now standing on the sidewalk just in front of the building Peter could feel the beat of music inside thrumming along his skin. Stepping through the door behind a rather large group of noisy mortals he took in the atmosphere. Men and women happily danced with and albeit disturbingly on one another happily. Patrons at the bar let out hearty laughs at a fellow with the remnants of a bourbon and Coke dripping from his hair, his lady-friend had not enjoyed his company near as much it seemed.

Steadying a young woman who knocked into him Peter couldn't help returning her beaming grin with one of his own. Once again though the scent of not-mortal creatures spilled throughout the club. The strongest sources of it seemed to being lingering toward the back,on the other side of the dance floor. Excusing himself from young woman blathering in her alcohol induced state Peter walked to the other side of the club.

Glancing from unmarked doors to mostly filled tables Peter's gaze fell on a man observing the room. He was definitely not mortal though the scent clung to him and the underlying metallic aroma of blood hinted at vampirism. Not one to judge species without all the cards laid out Peter hesitated a moment before stepping to the table right in the man's sight. "What type of place is this you're running?" He asked unabashed, looking to the man with a curious expression.

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::Notes n Stuff::
*Is it okay if I reply here? I hope so..If I mentioned anything out-of-place for the club I will fix it asap if you let me know.
*Music Muse*: Run Devil Run-Ke$ha
*Word Count*: 442..I am a faaaailure you have so many more words..
*Last words*: Yaaay, a post!

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[LUCIEN SAMUEL COLEVRA ,]

HE'S A STRANGER TO SOME

AND A VISION TO NONE
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as with most of his kind (and most of the supernatural races, for that matter), lucien saw his species as superiors to mortals. aside from the obvious factors of strength, speed, and agility, vampires possessed a sense of poise and dignity that the humans could never obtain. with extreme beauty and the ability to compel those to their desires, lucien didn’t see a reason why mortals were even still in existence. whereas he did his best to preserve their lives, so many like him had sought to destroy them for thousands of years. and so, with all these thoughts in mind, lucien saw himself as a good-doer. after all, he was at least giving the mortal race an honest chance with their own free will…instead of hunting them down and draining them dry like his unearthly instincts told him to do. despite his feast the night before, the hunger was still snapping at his veins. and while he longed to act upon his most primordial feelings, he knew he couldn’t….not if he wanted to continue with his moral streak of his.

aside from his services in the backrooms, lucien also acted as a tradesman. cursed objects or special ingredients – you name it, he could get it. thus, he saw a variety of crowds enter through his doors…most looking for things that would mean a pretty penny for his pocket. mind you, it wasn’t as though he needed the cash, having been of royal blood, but he enjoyed his little sideline business all the same. to him, everything was about being the entrepreneur he loved to be – plain and simply. knowing of his usual customers and their kind, the vampire wouldn’t have been all too surprised at anyone waltzing through his doors. from mortals to demons, he had seen them all. even an angel or two, though they were seldom. though he was trying to be proactive in his endeavors, many of those above still disapproved of his doings.

of course there were those patrons in which lucien knew well: the cute little mortal bartender that always hit on him, the group of peaceful lycans that frequented his backrooms, the two warlocks who always found a few women to return home with. the crowd was ever changing though he knew the familiar faces well. he was typically a charismatic gentleman, sauntering through his club and welcoming all who stepped within its boundaries. as with any club or bar combo, it had seen its fair share of brawls, but most knew of it as a safe haven for their kind. though many of the supernatural races did not often get along, it was a place of neutral alliance for all to set foot within. there were certainly those he gladly offered a drink to under his roof, but who he would have loved to sink his teeth in outside of these walls. nevertheless, despite his foul mood, he was pleased to see the usual crowd here.

his blue gaze scanned the crowd, looking for no one in particular. in doing so, his attention was drawn upon a new face, someone he sensed was not of mortal blood….though he couldn’t quite place what he was. lucien allowed his gaze to wander over the blonde bartender for a moment as he gave her the recognition she desired, yet still keeping a cautious eye upon the newcomer. most knew of the sanctuary crimson x provided to their kind, but lucien could never be too sure. after all, some people just wanted to watch the world burn.

calm and cool as he always was, lucien avoided the gaze of the man. he looked young, barely much older than his teens, but he knew better than to assume that was true. lucien himself looked as though he were in his early thirties, when in reality, he was near five hundred years old. he heard the young man as he spoke, but did not immediately look upon him from his seat. some may have thought lucien rude for doing so, but he thought it in his best interest to not seem so curious as to who the creature was. he lifted his glass to his lips once more, taking a hard drink before setting his glass back on its coaster. his fingers traced around the bottom of the glass as he looked up, taking in his words. lucien attempted to place him, but simply couldn’t. his skin hadn’t seemed pale and cold enough to be a vampire and he certainly didn’t possess the wet dog scent of lycan. angel or demon , he could have been either.

”not sure what you mean by that.” he sat back against the booth, letting his arm spread out of the railing in comfort. ”mostly people call this a nightclub.” he smirked slightly….cheeky bastard and his sarcasm. clearing his throat, looked the man over once more before deciding to actually try and be polite. after all, he didn’t want to frighten any potential customers off. ”lucien colevra….i own the joint.” he held his hand out to the stranger, his words dripping with his irish accent. ”were you expecting something else?” brow rose slightly, wondering what he had in mind. if he was looking for something other than the typical night club experience, lucien could certainly provide.

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tagged - - - peter.
notes - - - not a prob.
lyrics - - - from yesterday ,, 30 seconds to mars.
word count - - - 884.

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[PETER JOSHUA]

"Oh..a night-club." Peter's expression shifted to one of confusion for a moment before he smiled. "It seems nice." He glanced at the mortals dancing and groups conversing quietly with one another at tables. This place seemed, friendly. While he could sense all different types of beings Peter found he couldn't find any lingering animosity aside from a rare scowl as one being would cross paths with another. He found the unpredictably odd and at the same time fascinating.

The inside of the club was much more enthralling than the exterior had led him to believe and Peter Joshua drank in as much of the room as he could: the giggling of some not-so-human girls sharing smiles with a pair of very mortal men, a small cluster lycans trying to drink each other under the table, odd smelling drinks being served to pale patrons with toothy smiles. The atmosphere was erratic yet calm, wild but tamed all in one breath.

Peter snapped his attention back to the man he had approached as he cleared his throat and grasped the hand offered to him. "Peter Joshua." He said happily, shaking the man's hand. 'Cold skin, definitely not human.' His senses shouted. 'Again, vampire or possibly demon.' "This is a nice place. Much more interesting on inside than it looks from outside." He paused a moment thinking over his last statement an frowned. "Not that I've been looking at the outside that much." He mumbled.

Peter wrinkled his nose a human sauntered past him. The scent of blood clung to her, yet she wasn't running for her life. She was simply climbing onto a barstool and ordering a drink. Once again confusion lit the blonde's features and he watched the woman joke with the bartender a moment before he looked back to the man he confirmed as the owner.

"I'm...not sure. I expected many things but none seem to be present. This place is...much more complicated than I first believed." Peter tugged unconsciously at the collar of his shirt. "No one seems to leave here fearfully save the woman I saw bolting a few hours ago. I don't understand" He admitted with a unhappy sigh.

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::Notes n Stuff::
*I'm a very sorry about how slow I am to reply. Things have been crazy D:
*Music Muse*: They Don't Know About Us-One Direction
*Word Count*: 367..Again I am a faaaailure you have so many more words..
*Last words*: Yaaay again!

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[LUCIEN SAMUEL COLEVRA ,]

HE'S A STRANGER TO SOME

AND A VISION TO NONE
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lucien was known for playing games, but he didn’t appreciate when people reciprocated the favor. the backroom and all of his secret doings were best kept underwraps…and he had an entire security team to ensure they remained that way. but at the same time, lucien didn’t care for people who couldn’t speak up. he wasn’t about to brag aloud what lie behind closed doors. ”yeah, a nightclub. if you were hopin’ for something more specific, then ya just gotta ask.” if this guy was truly supernatural and looking for something lucien could supply, he would need to use his words to get it. if he were to simply show the backroom to anyone who winked at him or gave him a signal, who knows what kind of accidental trouble he would get himself into. the last he needed was the unaware mortal earth finding out his secrets. he was rogue, far from being apart of the coven, but even lucien colevra knew better than to piss the elders off by blowing their cover. no matter who you were or what your alliance was, the number one rule was to keep your true identity hidden. of course, not all rogues followed such laws, but lucien at least attempted to.

it had taken lucien a lot of time and effort to build crimson x up to the height of successfulness it was now at. mind you, getting the mortal patrons to come into the posh club nightly was effortless – they did that on their own. but getting the word out about a place of sanctuary, a place free of discrimination…well, that was quite a bit more difficult. the beginning was rocky, but for the most part, everything was smooth sailing now. he was no saint, by any means, but lucien could certainly appreciate the peace of his club. the malice of each person was left at the front door, which allowed for a much more pleasant experience. it wasn’t just the secrets of the feeding rooms in back that brought everyone to crimson x…it was the safety from scrutiny and oppression. damn, that was something to be proud of.

he welcomed the hand of the young man, nodding in response to his introduction. lucien wasn’t sure he had ever met him before, but that was easy to believe…san diego was a huge city. letting his cool expression get the best of him, lucien turned his expression toward the bartender who was approaching him. he didn’t necessarily appreciate her leaving her post at the bar to serve him, but the gesture was nice all the same. it was clear that she fancied him, but for his own sake, lucien didn’t get involved with mortal women. he greeted her with a smile as she set another blood-wine drink down in front of him. ”thanks m’dear…how ‘bout a drink for my new friend here, peter. whatever he wants.” charismatic as ever, lucien was working hard and pleasing the patrons of his place. anyone around him would believe he was just a happy, successful irishman. in reality, his guilt was tearing him apart.

the vampire was not an overly boastful man, but as with the rest of his kind, he was proud. his blood was royal, pure, and he took great pride in that…despite being separated from the coven. and so, he took great pride in peter’s compliment of his place, even if it seemed slightly suspicious. he truly appreciated the comments of those who knew the true foundation of crimson x, those who were happy to see that he was being proactive in sparing mortal lives. ”there is certainly more than meets the eye, when it comes to these walls. i aim to please each guest that comes through my doors, if i can. so tell me, peter. what led you here tonight? surely not just your curiosity..” brow rose with his question, his own curiosity piquing as to just who this fellow was. he seemed pure, good-hearted…so lucien had an inkling of just what he was. if his suspicions were correct, he wasn’t sure how he could serve peter….other than a drink. did angels even drink?

lucien cleared his throat with unease as peter mentioned the frightened woman from early…the woman he had frightened. ”i assure you, what goes on behind my closed doors, is always mutual. we had a minor mishap yesterday evening, but everything is under control.” he didn’t appreciate having to explain the upset woman he had attacked, but he did his best to avoid any suspicion that he had been the culprit of her fear. lucien had nothing to fear, no one to answer to…but he couldn’t help but feel like he needed to appease everyone. clearing his throat once more, he took a stab at changing the subject. ”i still have yet to learn why you have chosen my club tonight.” he wasn’t rude, just making conversation.

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tagged - - - peter!
notes - - - meep!
lyrics - - - from yesterday ,, 30 seconds to mars.
word count - - - 818.

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