: Back Stabbin' Betty : {Charles}

[Nisha Sohalia]

There is good attention and there is bad attention. Good attention is the human just getting a look, giving little smile and nods. Bad attention is the humans trying to actually get a hold of what they're looking at; trying to make her dance with them or even give her a kiss which would end up with them getting a swift knee to the crotch by the female vampire they were giving their attention to. Nisha was all for human attention but they never knew when to stop, never took notice that she could easily snap their necks when she is sick of them. One such male is already laying on his back holding a bloody nose. Nisha stands over him with the heel of one of her shoes hovering just above his neck. "Bringing this heel down on your neck probably wont puncture your throat but it'll probably be able to crush your windpipe. And you been human have the unfortunate need to breath to survive". The man grunts and Nisha moves her foot away from his throat, looking down at him with a self-satisfied smile. "Next time keep your hands to yourself. I just broke your nose, next time if you try it again I'll break your hands".

Flicking her hair back Nisha tursn her back on the man, and his two friends who had just stood there watching. She looks back for a moment and blows them a kiss, flashing her fangs, an move that makes the men flinch a little since a vampire flashing their fangs is always seen as an agressive act when done towards others no matter what species they are. Nisha takes a seat at the bar, her corset and tight dress making her sit up strait, not that she would slouch she had been taught to always hold herself up since slouching was a sign that she had to respect for how she looked and Nisha is far from not caring about the way she looks; she can be terribly vain at times.

Dress- Including the gloves and choker
Corset
Shoes

[charles]

Charles Randolph Xavier was relieved to finally be able to take a break from all his exercising. It was time for a few drinks, and hopefully some good social time. As he entered the bar a man and his two buddies left. A bloody handkerchief was held on the front mans nose and Charles smirked. It was going to be good if there was a fight going on. To his sudden disappointment, when he pushed the doors open, there was no sign of a fight. The light was dim, as all bars are. The music was soft, some classical crap that tends to just be there to sooth the drunk bastards as they make their way home. Moving swiftly to the bar, Charles ordered his drink before taking a seat and the dark wooded bar stool.

"A scotch on the rocks, if you don't mind." typical... Charles rarely ordered anything else, unless his intention was to get hammered. In this case the idea of getting wasted was still brewing in his intelligent mind. There was a gorgeous lady sitting two chair down from him and he smiled softly. He had no need to interrupt her drinking. Everyone in a bar had a story, whether fucked up or not, you left most people alone. Charles learned this the hard way once in Scotland as he started conversation with a man and almost got his head bashed in with a crowbar. It was always a matter of some wait before your drink came, even at a high class bar such as this one.

Finally, as his sweating glass was slid in front of him, Charles looked at the amber liquid inside. It was like a film he saw the other week. The man watched his drink closely as he ordered it and then his face got smashed into the bar. Why were bars always stereotyped with a need for violence and depression? Randolph was an neither of these moods, in fact he was in for a pleasant evening, maybe a few drinks, talk a bit, laugh a bit, maybe sleep with a girl, it happened on occasion. He was hoping for a nice evening, there was no intention of fighting, unless of course he was provoked. A few men in the corner were checking out the woman beside him, there was a couple fighting at one table. There was always bloody bickering, fight at your damn house people.

A man behind him was old and dressed in poor clothing...for some reason there was a memory of this man. Charles remembered being shot at by the man, but no it couldn't be the same man, just a look a like. Charles sipped at his scotch and let the tingling go down his throat. It was always a pleasure to Charles to drink, it soothed him, calmed him down, made him think about the days ahead of him. Randolph watched the dance floor and watched the blur of people as the spun and hoped. They were all laughing and swinging in drunk manners. Memories flashed in his mind of his mother dancing in the pub with his father. His mother fell and a man grabbed her and three men took her to a back room. My father tried to fight back, but there were too many. The Werewolves raped his mother then left her on the street.

It took his father three days to find her, and then his family swore they would kill all werewolves. Charles hated them, Vampires were nice, he just hated Werewolves with a passion, and the bloody difficult part, is they blend in. It is almost impossible to tell the damn guys apart from normal humans. Things were never the same in the house, his mother was always skid dish, and his father was ready to kill everyone. Charles noticed the grip he produced on the glass was deathly. His knuckles were as white as snowflakes. Loosening his grip quickly, he sipped at his scotch again. Charles downed his glass finally and placed the empty glass upside down in front of him. It was almost magical how quickly the bartender procured another glass full of scotch for him.

Charles took this next one then spun his chair around so his back was to the bar table. He began just watching...watching the people. Few would notice that Charles was always carrying, but if they wanted to find out, it was easy enough.

[Nisha Sohalia]

After her little performance earlier the people in the bar now knew for sure that she is a vampire which had its ups and downs. On the upside there were humans who liked to be around vampires, the thrill of the chance that a vampire might bite them gave them some kind of excitement, it certainly made them easier to feed off of. The downside was that there could be hunters or vampire haters in the bar and now that she had openly shown herself as one they would certainly be waiting for the right time to make their move to bring her down, and she isn't exactly wearing the best kind of clothing to be dressed in if she is to get into a fight; the dress and corset restrict her movements and the heels would make it hard for her to keep any kind of balance. Also she liked the dress and didn't want to scuff or tear it since it was fairly new and quite exspensive. Sure she could cut a split in the sides but then she'd be ruining a perfectly good dress... Though it could be worked into a new design for it. Frowning to herself Nisha is fulled out of her thoughts by the sound of an angry voice and the sight of a man pointing towards her. "That's the bitch that broke Liam's nose, crazy woman even threatend to kill him". Oh God they'd come back, or at least one of the guys friends had come back. Maybe if she ignored them they'd get bored and go away. That however was not going to be case.

Quickly the man walks towards her, roughly grabes her shoulder and spins her around, the force of the movement causing her drink to slip out of her hand, slide across the bartop and fall to the ground and shatter. Nisha looks up at the man with narrowed eyes. "Look, seriously do you really think this is a good idea. I mean I'm a freakin' vampire, you don't stand a snowballs chance in Hell against me. Just because I'm a woman does mean that I can't kick your ass". The man raises his hand and strikes Nisha on the cheek, her skin turns red for a moment. Growling in anger Nisha stands up quickly and pushes the man backwards, making him stummble into a few tables, knocking them over. Calmly she walks over to him, her fangs bared and places a hand on his throat. "I do not like been treated like a common whore that you think you can just slap around whenever you're feeling a bit high and mighty". Her grip on his throat tightens, making the man gag a little. "I don't know whether I should let you live or not, depends on how I feel really". Purposly slow Nisha leans in close to the mans ear. "And how hungry I am".

[charles]

Charles really was minding his own business, it seemed rather nice to be around calm people. It was a shock to him when a man pushed the door open harshly. With his comment, Charles turned towards the beautiful woman he noticed earlier. She broke his nose? Damn, that was a tough woman, not one to cross on a bad day. Randolph watched closely and once the man slapped the woman he rose. His standing didn't draw a scene, it was just getting him ready. A hand slid behind him and grasped the handle of his Kimber. Don't pull until it was necessary. Quickly the woman pushed him over a table and Charles's eyes grew, she really could handle herself. Randolph watched and then seeing the situation the man was in he smirked. Served the bastard right really, Mr. Xavier finished off his drink and remained with his eyes on the tussle.

Other men and women stopped in their tracks eying the woman as she pinned the man to the table. It was quite a show to be honest, though everyone was looking at her like she was different. Everything was going up in excitement if you asked Charles Xavier his opinion. It seemed by how well this woman handled herself that even his Kimber couldn't stop her. Slowly he let his gun go and smiled. She needed no help, he liked that, a woman that could fight back. As soon as the commotion started, the bartender tried to calm everyone down and telling people to go back to their drinks or dancing. His eyes were on the woman though as she was the one causing everyone to stop. Charles Randolph Xavier was actually enjoying the scene she was creating.

Randolph decided to not interrupt her work and he waited for her to finish what the man started. It was going to be a short fight seeing as the man was already wincing and in extreme fear. He would never let himself live it down that a woman kicked his bag ass. Charles would have been highly impressed if a woman beat him, he would have been so impressed that he would have asked for her help. The respect for women he had grew from his roots as a Scotsman. The accent said everything really, most men from Scotland held a high respect for women. They recognize the real beauty of them, and recognize the power they hold. Scotland, a land of big men, big beers, and gorgeous women. It was the place where all your real dreams came true. Randolph slowly allowed himself to sit again, this time one chair closer to where the woman was sitting.

No one in Scotland would dare hit a woman. You do that and you get every man within eighty miles at your door and each one of them will kick your ass, by that time you better hope you're dead. It was just a thing you learned, and if you didn't learn it, you'd be damned to not pick it up fast. This evening just got better for Charles, in fact he might not get wasted like his plan held him out to be doing. Hopefully she wouldn't kill him with a light conversation. It was worth a try though, she was worth more than he could offer, but it wasn't bad to try. The bartender seemed extremely displeased by the whole ordeal, most bartenders would. Imagine being in that field of work. The bloody pricks of men come in act tough and kick the shit out of each other and you have to clean up the blood and wreckage afterward.

If you asked Charles Randolph Xavier, he would tell you that it was a helpful, but damn horrible job to take. Now, a waiter that is a different story for another time. Perhaps if Charles gets drunk you might hear the story, until then, it is a mystery. The bar was still getting slowly back into its original calm state of people laughing and having a ball. To Charles, the fighting was what started a fun night, he just wanted to watch for now, he only fought when necessary though, it seemed that extending his energy that far with liquor in him was not good, besides the guys that came in to fight this woman, were nothing to be afraid of. Charles could fight these men with his eyes closed, granted he did have a pistol, but even without the firepower he would win. He ordered another scotch, after it came he sipped it quietly.

He waited for the woman to return back to her seat...

[Nisha Sohalia]

Still leans over the man Nisha makes her fangs fully visable to him. This time it was done as a sign of aggression and malice. "If we weren't in such a crowded place I would rip open your throat and have you where you stand". Her head tilts a little. "But I did not come here tonight looking for fights and your blood would be tainted with large amounts of alcohol, the taste would not be the same as that of a man who is sober. Who would have thought it, you been drunk has actually saved your life". She gives the man a quick kiss on the cheek then lets go of his neck, dropping him onto a few chairs that collapse beneath his weight. Standing with a hand on her hip she brushes some dust off of the front of her dress. About to turn away she pauses for a moment, turns back around and kicks the man firmly in the ribs. "Now don't you ever come back here again, because if I see you or any of your ragtag friends skulking around I will do more than break noses and ribs are we understood?". It wasn't really a question and she didn't expect an answer from him. She did get a quick nod and pitiful whimpser. "Ugh you're pathetic, more so than you people usually are". Rolling her eyes a little at his weakness Ni' walks back to the bar and smiles at the bartender. "I'm so sorry about what happened here. But don't worry your lovely beating heart because I'll get this all fixed up". Even if it was a sweet talking lie the man wasn't about to backtalk her after what she'd done.

Once more Nisha takes her seat and the bartender serves her up another drink, though it is noticable that his hand is shaking a little as the ice makes a tinkling sound as the glass shakes in his hand. she just watche with amused interest. In some ways she saw humans as nothing more than things to give her entertainment and food. Toys for her to play with until she got bored and moved onto something else. Then again she felt the same about other vampires and even werewolves. Her heart is a fickle thing and so her liking for things wavers greatly. One week she might like to wear heels and dresses, the next week she'd wear nothing but jeans and shirts. In a way she is never fully satisfied with what she has, always seeking something eles. Nisha turns her head a little, her eye catching on someone sitting closer to her. When she had been hit by the drunk male she had briefly seen the male sitting near her stand. The thought of her needing his help made her smile. "You were going to help me weren't you?".

[charles]

Charles watched the woman wrap up her tussle and walk majestically back to her chair and order a drink. The bartender had fear written all over him and Charles smirked. It wasn't often that a big hefty man such as the bartender here, was afraid of a beautiful woman that one wouldn't assume able to hold her own. Everyone in the bar went back to their own business, and Charles listened to her last comment, she tied it in with a flash of a gorgeously done smile. Everything was just more and more of a turn on for this young man. That was quite an entertaining show she put on and Charles smiled back at her before finally replying. " Yes, as a matter of fact I was intending on helping you. But with the performance you gave, I don't think any man needs to help you. You quite handled yourself out there. Besides I might have made things a little more complex."

Charles finished the scotch he had and placed it down in front of him. Of course it was filled, this time there was some spilling, the bartender was still in shock. His hands twitched and he kept one good eye on the woman sitting to Charles left. Charles pushed one of his bangs out from his vision and spoke again. "I must say I am very impressed, I know nobody who handles themselves as well as you do. My name is Charles Randolph. Not that you care probably, a beautiful woman like you wouldn't want to care about a guy like me anyways." Charles did feel inferior to the stunning woman beside him, he just couldn't help, but talk to her, she was interesting, and Charles was extremely interested. Most people in the bar were looking at Charles thinking he was an idiot, probably saying that he was just the next one to get his ass kicked.

It might be true, Charles wasn't going to go out without a fight, but he doubted that he would affect the woman in the slightest. The bar's lights flickered a bit, something that annoyed Charles to be perfectly honest. It was distracting, and showed improper maintenance. Pushing the thought out of his mind, he filled his mind with thoughts of the woman in front of him. Whether it was going to kill him or not, Charles let his eyes slide to check her out briefly and he smiled. He knew that she saw him, it didn't bother Charles. There was also no desire to hurt her either, there was a feeling he had that she could sense things like that. His next question arose quietly, his Scottish accent coming out nicely. "I must ask, what did this man Liam do that deserved him a broken nose?" It was a risky question to ask in case she didn't like the subject.

Charles was wearing a white button up that night and a pair of nice blue jeans. The boots he had on colored black were his fathers, and now his. His top two buttons were undone to expose the pure white undershirt beneath. Hugo Boss Soul, it was the cologne of a lifetime, and this evening Charles had it one. Not that this woman liked it, she probably didn't, but it was Charles smell. It was the thing women he knew could say when they closed their eyes, they knew it was him by his cologne. He never wore a lot, but enough to smell it and have the aroma tickle your senses. Charles looked into the woman's eyes and got lost for a moment before coming back and putting on another one of his charming gentleman smiles.

[Nisha Sohalia]

The compliments just kept on coming and she was loving it, this was the good kind of attention, the kind of attention that made her smile and laugh. "Yes perhaps you would have made things more complicated. I wasn't going to kill the man, I just wanted to rough him up a little, put the fear into him that he can't just waltz around hitting people whenever he feels like. Specially if it's a woman. If my brothers were around when he'd pulled stunt like that. Well let's just say that that man would not be getting back up again after my brothers are done with him". Her brothers have always been far too protective of her ever since she was a child. They never approved of her getting herself involved with humans an werewolves. They prefered her to keep her interests within vampires. This never stopped her though, been the yougest child and possessing a rebellious streak Nisha revelled in doing things that annoyed her parents and older siblings. She would sneak out or sneak others in. Been sent to London didn't do anything to quell her high spirits as her parents had hoped, if anything it made her worse. The nightclubs and bars are full of humans and vampires so willing to give themselves to her. This kind of environment is her heaven.

Oh she likes this one. He knows how to compliment a lady, she just may stick around him a little bit longer. "I've had time to learn how to take care of myself. I was the kind of kid who liked to go out climbing trees, crawling over rocks and getting dirty. I may look all dolled up and lacey at the moment but get me cornered and I'll kick your ass up and down the street". A quiet laugh comes through her lips as he starts to put himself down about her not caring about who he is. Slowly she moves her hand and touches Charles's hand gently for a moment. "I'm going to care who you are. You'll remember me so it's only fair that I keep you in my memory". It is obvious to her that Charles is letting his eyes slide over her figure. More good attention, and to think she was going to leave after the little bit of fun she'd had with the man before.

His question makes Nisha frown a little, her fingernails tapping on the bartop. "He thought that he'd look with his hands not with his eyes. Now I know I can dress in ways that draw the attentions of men of all three species but that doesn't mean I like having men try and put their hands all over me when it's not wanted". She shrugs. "He wanted a kiss, which I wasn't going to give him so I broke his nose which is an injury I think he rightly deserveed". Her nose wrinkles a little as she catches a small hint of the cologne he wears, not because she doesn't like it but because her vampire nose makes the smell stronger. After a moment of taking in the smell her nose becomes used to the strong smell and it soon blends in with the usual background smells of the bar.

[charles]

Charles listened to the gorgeous woman's every word as she spoke to him softly. Her voice was nice, it soothed him as it softly touched his ears. She could manipulate him to do as she pleased, he knew that. Just had to be himself in order for himself to not get killed is what it really came down to. Listening to her talk about her brothers he smirked a bit, seems like a bunch he would avoid as much as possible. Brothers, were never fun to fight, they always had something to fight for, and were fucking crazy. Charles then spoke, his courage finally showing itself. "Well, let us be glad your brothers didn't show then eh? Besides, what would they do to me for talking to you?" He already knew the answer, it was just conversation that he was engaging himself in. Another scotch was in front of him and he smirked, the drinking had to slow down indeed.

Smiling, it was something Randolph was good at, he did it often, and occasionally women like it. "Just the type of woman I like best. A woman who fights back, who is rough and tough. Those are the best women around." Charles spoke, letting his Scottish accent out, emphasizing on the vowels of every word. Her laugh, then her gaze, then her touch, it all happened, and at the touch it was over. Charles felt the touch run through his body, she was incredible. His mind filled with things that could happen, but quickly he pushed these out. Besides, she was probably just interested in conversation, nothing more. "Well, then. It makes me happy that you will care. You are right that I will not forget you. You still have yet to tell me your name, beautiful. What do they name angels?" It was corny, but it worked sometimes, a trait Charles had in large abundance.

Charles let his eyes drop into hers suddenly and he left them there for a minute or two before pulling them away. He was hoping that he was playing his cards right, he really had no desire to walk out with a busted nose, or a bruised neck from a deep gouge of a high heel. None of the above for Charles Xavier tonight. He would rather be wasted and trudging the streets. As he let himself listen to what Liam did he chuckled lightly, a deep chuckle. How could a man that stupid really demand a kiss. This was not the woman to be making demands too, let alone, trying to kiss. Charles thought it wise to let her make the first move, then he will follow. Unless the signs were read right, he might risk it then. Sipping slowly at his scotch he mustered his thoughts and put out his reply. His glass was on the table first and he smirked slight;y.

"You know,back where I am from, men that do things like that are put in the stockade. Now, I would be more afraid of you or your brothers then a bloody stockade if you want the truth." He was not lying, it was always scary to see a woman that could handle herself that well. It meant a few things, she was taken, she had issues, or in this case, was bloody gorgeous. Charles was still trying to see if she was a Vampire or not, she could drop kick a man, either she had no fear or she was a Vampire or Werewolf. Hoping to hell she wasn't a Werewolf, otherwise, they might not get a long. Slowly he spoke again, "Your drinks are on me. My treat for a brilliant display out there." It was something small he could do, a lot of women took it as a little too far to buy them drinks, Charles just again, thought it was proper, common courtesy.

[Nisha Sohalia]

"Mmm, if even one of my brothers had shown up... Well let's just say this place would be a lot more empty since most of the patrons would have made themselves scarce. Even the most cocky of character wouldn't want to try their hand at going up against those two. I think the only person who's been game enough to face them has been me. But one look of the puppy-dog eyes and they back right down". Nisha smiles at Charles. "If they saw you talking to me? Oh I don't think they'd do much really, perhaps just come up to me and give you a little intimidation, do their best to make you nervous about been around me. The usual things that older brothers would do if they saw a stranger talking to their baby sister".

"The kind you like best huh?". Nisha stands up and moves one seat closer to him, they had been close to eachother to begin with but now she is sitting right beside him and crosses a leg over the other, the toe of her shoe touching his shin a little. His corny line makes her grin and she puts a hand over her mouth to stop her fangs from showing and a giggle slips out. "Don't downplay yourself, I'm not going to just forget you the moment we part. An angel? Oh Charles if you only knew, that is the last thing people would think to call me. My name's Nisha, or just simply Ni".

Her eyes seem to almost light up at the mention of the stockade. "a stockade, oh I wish they had that kind of thing here. Though I think with all the indecent men there are running around London streets I fear they would get very full very fast, then what do we do with them? Until the day comes that we get something like that I'm going to stick with using a little physical force to teach them a lesson. Nothing says 'no way' like a broken bone... Or two. It also damages the pride, beaten up by a girl, they'd never live it down". "Such a generous offer Charles, how gentlemanly of you. The display out there was nothing, I could have easily done more, but the poor bastard was drunk so I saw fit to just let him walk away".

[charles]

Charles watched her move one seat closer and he felt himself worry. He didn't want to mess up, that was the last thing he wanted, she was an angel after all. And she could literally kick his ass down the street, and he had no desire to test this. "Aye. That is what brothers are for though isn't it? I have crossed one too many brothers sticking up for baby sisters to know not to mess with any." It was true, mainly in Scotland. At a bar once he was flirting with a young lady and her brother walked in, the guy was six five and probably weighed three hundred pounds of solid muscle. Charles, being the dumb ass he was didn't back down to a fight, he never does. Let's just say Charles left that evening in a lot worse shape then he had entered. The hospital visit was done after three weeks, it was a large bill too. Her toe touching his calf slightly left shivers up his spine and he smirked. He must have been doing something right.

He smirked a bit at her next comments, nothing too nice, just a soft smirk. Brilliance was what you called it when Charles brewed in his mind the concoctions of what to do and say next. He was considering playing hardball, but he would see a bit more before deciding. "Yeah, the kind I like best. I like a woman who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Not and angel? Well, then you have to be a devil, and no one likes a woman who is a devil as much as I do." Charles winked and sipped again at his glass. There was now a fair amount of scotch brewing in his stomach, enough to knock a goat out cold, but not nearly enough to get this Scotsman tipsy. He looked her over one more time and smiled, she was stunning, and from the corner of his eyes, there were men checking her out. They were probably wondering what Charles was doing talking to this gorgeous woman, he himself was impressed he was even on her radar.

Nisha It was beautiful. Charles liked names that were not plain. His was very plain if you asked him. Charles rather disliked his name to be perfectly honest. Nisha, it was gorgeous, there was no doubting that. "Nisha, is that what they name devils?" Had he messed up with that comment? He winked seductively and let more scotch into his system. If he was going to get his ass kicked, at least he should be wasted. Her stockade comment, eased him a bit and he chuckled lightly. He had always liked watching the stockade, it was putting justice to those who deserved it. She was right though, London was full of those people, and it would take more than all the Stockades in Scotland to cure this city. "The stockade is quite a show though, have you ever seen one live? The people cheering, crying, laughing. Drunkards, it is quite a sight, food is being sold, all while there is one man in dismay in the stockades."

Letting his smile come out again, he twisted his chair so he was facing her. Her comment of thank you put another smile on his face and he replied calmly. "The pleasure is mine. I don't doubt you could have done more damage. In fact I am actually a little scared if I say the wrong thing that you will literally, using your analogy kick my ass up and down the street." Charles smirked and added a chuckle at the end of his sentence, teasing was good fun, always gets both parties going in the conversation. Sighing slowly, Charles ordered his next scotch then let his eyes get lost in Nisha's once more. That name oh it was exhilarating, it made his mind twirl and his saliva glands water. He smiled and let her respond, it seemed he was talking a little too much now.

[Nisha Sohalia]

"Some have called us that; devils, demons, abominations. If we were so evil, so detested by God himself then why are we allowed to exist at all? Surely He would have done something to get rid of us, such vile and repulsive creatures. We're just like you, just trying to make a living with what we've got. Sometimes things go wrong, sometimes people end up dying. Humans kill eachother every day and no-one gives a damn about that, but when a human is killed by a vampire all Hell breaks loose and it's time for another witch hunt". She had gotten herself worked up, closing her eyes for a moment Ni' calms herself and reopens her eyes looking at Charles. "My hands have seen their fair share of dirty work. I few nails broken as a result but at least I'm still around".

Another corny compliment, not that she minded one little bitty bit. This time her smile lets her fangs be shown since she had given away her species as vampire not a minute earlier. "You can call me whatever you like, I've heard them all. Though I do take kindly to the names that are complimentry in nature. You call me the right names and perhaps I wont give into the urge to tear out your throat if you piss me off". A small smirl gives no clue to whether she is been serious or just trying to make Charles that little bit more scared than he might already be. Well aware of the eyes on herself and Charles, Nisha looks behind her for a moment, then back at her companion and places her hand on his, her fingers curling around his for a moment. "I have never been to a stockade, but i have seen men tortured before. My father did not suffer those who lied and deceived him. It does sound like fun though".

"Scared? Perhaps you have good reason to be. But out here you're safe". Since he is facing her Nisha is able to lean towards him, looking into his eyes. "If we were somewhere more private, then you might be in a bit of trouble". Giving him a quick wink she sits back again and takes a sip of her drink. The alchol won't affect her as it will Charles, it would take more than a few glasses to ger her drunk.

[charles]

It was actually not that big of a shock to Charles when she told him she was a Vampire. Well, it was, but with the way she held herself up, and the way she fought, it was not a surprise that she was a Vampire. The real surprise was that a Vampire who took so much interest in a human such as Charles. Her anger led him to listen closely, then he came in with a risky comment. "You know, if me dad heard me say this I would be off to the stockades. I think that Vampires are just fine by me. I hate the bloody Werewolves to death. Bastards take everything. Vampires though, you, are brilliant creatures. Granted they do kill humans, but still I think Vampires are incredible." There was no lie in Charles's comment. One could tell by how he said it that he wasn't lying, he really only hated one group of creatures if you could say that, those were the Werewolves. "The reason God hasn't destroyed you is because Vampires are the closest thing to perfect if you ask me." Nisha was definitely the closest thing to perfect, she exceeded that actually.

Her threatening comment, left with no possible reading of whether she was serious or not put a bit of an edge in Charles throat. It almost felt like he could actually taste alcohol for once. Thinking quickly, for conversing with gorgeous women took rapid thinking if you wanted to be impressive. "Well, now, I must admit I am a little worried now. Does the term, sexy help at all? Because that is a true statement." Charles left his scotch for another day, he couldn't get drunk, he wanted to remember this night forever, even if he did get his ass kicked, he still wanted to remember this forever. Who wouldn't? Nisha was perfect, she had an edge to her personality, one that turned Charles on a lot, she was gorgeous, and she was a bloody Vampire. Never been to a stockade? It seemed almost weird to Charles. Every weekend there was a stockade in Scotland, but he had to remember he was in London, they don't host such events.

"Well, it sounds like your whole family is not one to cross. Bless my soul if I get out of this alive. A stockade is brilliant, if you are ever in Scotland I will take you to one. Torture is something I have yet to witness though, something I have wanted to witness as well." Sick as it may sound, it was true. Charles wanted with his whole heart to see a torture take place. Stockades were one thing, torture on a completely different level. Charles felt her hand touch his and he smiled. Her touch was soft, and it made him feel tingly inside. Slowly he let his thumb rub her hand softly as a returned favor. This night was already going in a direction that Charles was pleased with, he definitely was the luckiest man in the room to be with such a woman. That also was truth, few men have ever even seen women as stunning as Nisha was.

Her last comments left him with a smirk on his face. Plotting, no, Charles would never plot! His Scottish lull came out again at his reply. Some where private? Well, I am always willing to take a risk, whether life threatening or not my dear." His wink followed and he put his knee on the outside of hers. Their touching at the leg was something more of a connection, it was like a force, every time he touched her he smirked. The only worry he had now, was whether he would take something a little too far. "So, tell me about yourself Nisha. What do you like to do best?" Most men, or people to be honest at this point would find a way to get out of a situation involving a Vampire almost instantly. Not Charles, he never really got into a solid conversation with a Vampire, besides, she was stunning. There was truth in everything Charles said, no lie detector could prove it false.

The night was still young, and there was a lot more to go on between Charles and Nisha, it just had to brew.

[Nisha Sohalia]

"I wouldn't say I share your hate of werewolves. I mean I've had some fun with one or two but it's not the same as been around a human or another vampire, since the blood of a werewolf will kill a vampire and a vampires bite will kill a werewolf. It all makes me end up feeling so human. The point of been a vampire is to get what we need from others, blood been the most important thing we need so been with someone we can't get what we need from seems a little pointless don't you think. I admit it seems a little cruel in some way but it's no different than humans using eachother. I hate it when they put themselves above us, as if they're somehow better than us. We're not the ones who have started wars, ravaged the earth for all the resources it can give, we couldn't even if we wanted to not been able to go into the sun kinda stops us from making any grand schemes. I've never known what it's like to be human, I was born into the world of vampires as one. There have been times when I've wondered what it's like to be mortal, to actually continue bleeding when I'm hurt, to have to go to a hospital when I break a bone or get sick. I think it would be an amazing experience to go through, if only for one day. Oh and to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. That would be the greatest thing. I've only seen images of it in books, photos and movies. The risk to my safety to see it with my own eyes is too great". "I think if we could go out into the sunlight then yes we could well be the cloest thing to perfect there is. We do not age, our injuries heal within minutes and there are no scars, we don't know illness either. Some would say that because of our long lives we would over populate the earth. But we have been around for many many years and our numbers are nowhere near that of humans. Besides, the turning rate of human to vampire is rather low, and most would rather turn than have children of their own".

"Sexy? That could do. It'll stop me tearing out your throat at least. I can guarentee you that you're going to be leaving this bar alive tonight. You're far to entertaining for me to just dump in the shadows when done with you". She touches the underside of his chin lightly. "You're quick thinking mind has kept you alive. I'm impressed. So few young men these days know how to handle themselves in the pressence of a lady. And you're keeping your cool even in the presence of a vampire". Her fingers move up over his chin to touch his lips quickly, then Nisha moves her hand away. She is well aware that Charles is practically hanging on her every word, intently listening to her and thinking more ways to compliment and impress her to keep her at his side. His male, and human, bravado makes her smile. To him the skin of her hand might feel cold, but she had fed before coming into the pub so her body should still be warm from the energy that blood had given her. The little fight Ni' had gone into though has drained her a little. She would need a quick boost of blood before doing anything like that again. The thought of blood makes hand, the one touching Charle's hand, move up to his wrist and she wraps her fingers around his wrist, feeling the pulse through the skin. Almost unconsciously she runs her hand further up his forearm before bring her hand back down to his. She is not going to give in to the urge to feed off of Charles, at least not right now, perhaps later when they are better aquainted.

"I can show you torture. There's all different ways it can be done. My father made sure that I knew how to do it if ever the need came about that I would have to use it for whatever reason". The 'reason' for her having to use it is open for speculation. She may use it for legitimate reason such as to get information our of someone, or Nisha may use her knowledge of torture for her own twisted amusement. You can never be too sure what's going on inside the head of a vampire; they could be acting as nice as can be to your face when in their minds they're thinking up ten different ways to kill you before your bloody body hit the ground. "Are you sure Charles, knowing what I am and what I can do, you're willing to go somewhere no one can see us? You're either very brave or very stupid, or perhaps a mix of both". She hadn't meant it as an insult persay, it was more of a way of her saying that she liked how clear he was about things. "But if you want somewhere more private, it can be arranged". What did she like to do best? Feed on the blood of young men like Charles, but she isn't going to say that out loud, perhaps not in those exact words. Her hand is placed on his knee, the one that is touching her own. "I like to go out, have fun and find new people. I like to do what any young woman likes". Her hand moves just a little bit further up. Now her features seem to become a little bit darker. "I like to watch them stutter and stumble over their words as they talk to me. To see them shake and tremble whenever I speak". Nisha puts her hand on his chest. "I like to feel their heart race". As she had been speaking she'd moved off her chair and stepped closer towards Charles. She stands now only a foot or so away from him.

[charles]

Charles Randolph Xavier probably didn't know what was getting into him. If you were to have the balls to go somewhere private with a Vampire, they could do what they wanted to you. His mind was tickling with adventure and he sighed, he was going to do it. There was no stopping him now, he was committed to it. Many of the patrons at the bar had left, it was in fact early evening, and many had families to go home too. Charles was single...that was a horrible word. Single? No one liked being single, they may say they do, but they don't. Charles most definitely did not. Her long monologue of Vampires and humans was all very interesting. Charles tuned in and really did pay attention. It was fascinating hearing her comments as a Vampire. "You know being a human isn't as great as it may seem. You are a bloody Vampire, you have everything us humans only dream of having. Besides, the sun is only fun for a short period of time then it burns the hell out of you."

All the contact she gave him was making his blood move quicker. Her sliding her hand up his arm, her hand on his knee, moving up slightly. All of this was incredible, her hand on his chest, his chin, his lips. It was something he didn't want to stop, but he had too. He couldn't make the wrong move in case Ni' decided to break his neck on her knee or heel. Charles downed his drink turned it upside down and smiled. Turning slowly to the bartender he spoke softly, "Mine and hers?" "But, you know Vampires can be brutal, I am actually honored to have you talking to me and not killing me. I am not trying to stereotype, it is just that as a human you are taught to fear Vampires and Werewolves." His next comment was very nicely thought out, one he had to have all the details pinpointed, and he thought he did.

"Well, sexy is an understatement, it was just the word I used because there really is no words for describing your insane beauty. I apologize for taking a step down on that comment. Young men are supposed to have sharper minds right? You must run into some dumb ass males then if they cannot think like I can. I am not brilliant in anyway really. Charles rose and since she was already close to him, there faces were only inches away and he paused briefly looking into her gorgeous eyes. Slowly he slid his hand into hers interlocking their fingers. The bartender spoke to him softly, it was as if the man was still morbidly afraid of Ni'. He dropped the money on the bar nodded then turned to Nisha. The night was still young, they had plenty of time, and she was a Vampire, of all people he ever wanted to be with Ni' was the best of all of them. He hoped this night would never end. This was probably a one night deal for her and he smirked.

Her descriptions of what she liked watching men do made him smile. He did all of those, well most of them, he didn't stutter really, it never happened to him. Charles smiled as he felt her small soft hand in his, it made him feel comfortable. Safety was definitely a key feeling that was making its way into Charles Randolph at the moment. Who wouldn't be safe if you had a Vampire with you. The only thing that could really kill them was...oh yeah nothing really. "There is a lot of night left, you lead, I will follow willingly. A reason of why I extremely trust you there is none, but I do." That was a risky statement in itself, he basically offered up his throat to her. He did have his pistol, it would give him enough distraction to bolt for the nearest highway. Escape was almost impossible, he was committed, Charles wasn't afraid which was something a lot of men would be.

"What does any other woman like to do that you enjoy too honey?" An answer that he thought he knew the answer too, but he was just getting the confirmation from Ni' herself. Again he let his eyes scan her gorgeous curves before he let his eyes slip into hers again. He gets lost in her eyes, it was true, she had gorgeous eyes.

[Nisha Sohalia]

"You should fear us, werewolves too. We are inhuman creatures, not bound to the laws and regulations that so control the lives of humans. We do what we please and we take what we want. We committ a crime and we will never be found. There are no records of most of us never existing. We can do anything and your police would never be able to find a culprit. It is not a sterotype that we are killers. I am not ashamed to say that I have killed some humans during my existance. You, you just happen to be one of the lucky ones who I find amusing enough to not want to dispose of as soon as I'm done with you. You've managed to say the right things for now, we'll have to see how you go later on". Her 'holier than thou' side of been a vampire is starting to shine through, but she is able to rein it back in so to not push Charles away from her by coming across as a total bitch about him been human. "We are mix of everything; beauty and horror, gentleness and brute force. We are balanced. Wolves, wolves are just animals. Savage dogs prowling the streets picking up whatever they can find". Her eyes close for a moment, reopening slowly. "But you humans. You are so much like us. You can be strong and brutal, but also soft and caring. That is why we feel so compelled to change you, to bring you into that life you are meant for, to bring you balance and wholeness".

She frowns and pouts a little as if to agree with him that calling her sexy was not enough. "Oh I guess I can forgive you this one time for been able to think up jus that one tiny little word. You have no idea the kinds of men I have run into over the years some of them I swear had skulls so thick I was suprised there was any room for the brain in their heads at all. Not brilliant? You're still alive aren't you". When he takes her hand in his Nisha can feel the blood pumping through his veins again, the feeling of it making her shiver a little. Even though she isn't really that hungry for blood, in the mood she is right now she wouldn't care one bit if she isn't hungry, all that would matter is tasting that hot red liquid as it runs from Charle's body. Feeling a little light-headed Nisha leans against Charles briefly, her free hand placed on his chest. When he speaks to her Nisha looks at him with a smile. "Come on then. I want to feel the blood rushing through your arteries and veins". Still holding his hand Nisha leads Charles out onto the floor of the bar where there are people dancing. Standing in front of him she places her hands on the back of his neck, standing closer to him than she had before when Charles had stood up.

Another suggestive question. Smiling and humming softly Ni' puts her hands on Charle's shoulders then runs her hands down his arms. Her fingers around his wrists Nisha easily pulls him down a litte so that she is able to kiss his cheek softly. Another kiss is put on the underside of his jaw, another on the side of his kneck where she can feel the jugular pulsating beneath the skin. Her mouth opens a little, the urge to just bite him so strong, just sink her fangs into his skin and drain him dry. Controlling herself Nisha instead just nics the skin, opening a small cut and dabs up a little of the blood with her tongue. Softly she whispers in his ear. "I like been around young humans, feeling the heat from their bodies in the air. I love it". She lets go of his wrists allowing Charles to stand up again.