4 Walls °°

[jean]

Go for the jugular, cut the vein
And kiss it away, kiss it away, kiss it away
Everything that brings me pain

The sun was kissing the moon in transition that only told Jean-Michel it was time to get the doors open. Bidding the darkening rooftop he dipped down through the metal doors that he locked and descended down the decaying passage and into another set of metal doors that lay hidden from the main passageways. Unlocking the doors he looked to his cell and paged all of the staff to arrive now. One of the good things about having Jean-Michel as a boss; he reminded on when to come only for the fact the doors were only open by him and well… he was normally late in everything.

Passing through the ‘employee only’ gated catwalk from the entering doors he walked to his office within the darkness that echoed his footsteps before hitting the switch on the stone walls that illuminated the walls with a dim orange glow. It looked like a fortress deep within stone like the fallen ruins in Rome and other Europe countries alike. It could house over four hundred people and has done over that number and it felt like one of those nights. Disappearing into his office that looked more like a home… in reality it was his ‘second’ home within the city. Deep dark woods lined the walls and divided by a sheer Japanese influenced rice paper panel was an actual bedroom and bath.

By the time he emerged from his office in a deep pair of slacks, leather shoes and an open button up long sleeve he held onto his tie as he looked down to find a few of his staff already getting the place ready. Besides manning the crowd inside one will go outside the metal doors and sit in an unknown area far from the entrance to guide the lost at least back outside by appearing like a homeless being. Things were ran with a tight bill and it was the only thing that was to the T in Jean-Michel standards.

Checking the liquor quantity and quality the man kept to the catwalk towards his office as the music began as the first round of crowd emerged both fearful and curious. Some were adorn in dancing gear as others looked like they came from a construction site but with a nod from the owner with a drink in his hand they felt a little more than just walking blood banks or meat punching bags. Keeping his shirt open and tie hanging on his bare chest he leaned against the bars of the locked catwalk watching his world come to life. Pressing a button that opened up vents around the whole area to let cool air in and bad air out; things were heating up in his sanctuary.

It's not as hard to bend in the end
So let's do it again, do it again, do it again
And this feels so new...

[aether]

<sup>"Wealth is conspicuous, but poverty hides." - James Reston

From sunrise to sunset, Kestryll Heart had been on her feet, and considering that she was wearing stiletto-heeled shoe boots, this was taking it's rather painful toll on her poor feet. She had darted around the city all day, largely avoiding the unwanted attentions of Werewolves and Vampires as she instructed her subordinates on distributing a medium-sized order of handguns that had been placed two days ago.
By twilight, Kestryll craved a peaceful place to sit and an alcoholic beverage. Finding both at once, she knew, was damn near impossible, so it was either settle for one or settle for the other. Presently, Kestryll's desire for alcohol preceded her appreciation for peace and quiet, so she had turned the Club Calme de Danse.

Was it stupid to walk around the city of London dressed in white? Perhaps it was, but Kestryll knew what she was doing. With an IQ like hers, she could easily recognise that she was very visible, even in the dark. Nevertheless, she wore her ivory suit with pride. Kestryll was a businesswoman by nature, and she dressed like one. She was comfortable, well dressed, and that was what mattered most of all. Still, her pale attire had forced her to don a dark woollen trench coat to cover herself up, so that only three quarters of her white-adorned legs were visible.

It had to be said, even Kestryll appreciated the club's appearance; she admired the Gothic-based architecture. The place, simply put, was stunning. Anyone with a taste for finery and an eye for art could acknowledge the scene's magnificence.

Kestryll made her way through the thickening crowd, shrugging off the trench coat that had made her nearly invisible in the streets above. It was symbolic of wealth to keep an outfit like hers clean, and being highly visible was a good thing when she wanted to be visible. Kess' ego enjoyed having all eyes on her. Now, she practically glowed in the artificial lights, not just because of her pristine attire but because of her sun-starved, alabaster skin. Her dark hair had been combed off the back of her neck and twirled into a French twist that was pinned at the back of her head.

Striding upon mildly aching feet, Kestryll carved a path through the throng, approaching the stone-carved bar. She seated herself at the far end, away from as many people as possible. She slipped into a velvet-lined seat, and even thumbed the fabric briefly in momentary admiration. She shrugged off her immaculate white blazer, thus exposing the silken navy blue blouse that contrasted starkly against her ivory flesh. Kess folded it discreetly beneath her trench coat, which she laid across the bar. Upon capturing a stray strand of ebony hair behind her ear, Kestryll waved down a single bartender and ordered herself a double vodka.</sup>

[khorne]

Khaine lie there feeding silently in the dimly lit men's room, his victim, a beautiful young broad who had strayed too far off alone and had happened to run into him. She looked to be the type who would fantasize about such situations, a vampire coming to charm her. To seduce her and then giving her a 'love bite'. To be truthful, Khaine isn't one for the method of seduction to keep himself fed, he's an animal really. Charge in maim them, feed, kill, then dispose.

The woman seemed to take arousal from Khaine's lock on her neck, letting out slight sighs that were mixed with pleasure and pain. This made him smile wide enough, causing him to tear free of his teethes lock, rending flesh as he pulled away. Her blood flowed freely onto the wooden floors, going down to lick it up. He went back to feeding directly from her throat again, Khaine closing his eyes as her blood rushed into his mouth, flooding his tongue with immaculate flavors that he couldn't even begin to describe. Once he had fully drained her of blood, he had no intention of her to under go change, decapitating her swiftly with his knife and dragging her out into the alleys to be burned in a tin.

As always, his suit comes out as clean as ever. Not a single stain to be seen. Upon re-entering the building, he ran his tongue across his teeth and lips, cleaning himself up. "Such pleasantries London has to offer." He murmured to himself as he waded through the crowd, eying the women mainly as sources of either release or nourishment, hell even both. His chocolate eyes locking on a beauty by the bar, "she should prove to be fun." He whispered to himself, a random attendee lining up his gaze with Khaine's and nodding in approval. "Got some good taste!" He responded, which Khaine replied with a laugh.

Khaine's dark strong presence fumed off of him as he strode over to the bar, his walk proving to be very masculine, as if showing off his already large enough bodybuilder physique. He sat a few stools away from Kestryll, lowering his head as he ordered a Bloody Mary, "Spicy." Was his order to the bartender who nodded quick rushing off to prepare his mixed drink. How he despised drinking most of the time, he found it appropriate to drink occasionally. It loosens him up. He eyed Kestryll with great interest really, her taste in clothing sparked an even greater interest aside from her looks, which intrigued him at how an human could achieve such a skin tone. Especially one that was literally like snow to him, and yet still pull off astonishing beauty. Little did he know, he put little effort in making his observations discrete.

(Hahahah lol, he gets real curious about people sometimes.)

[jean]

Finishing his drink he left the facility of the catwalk and back into his office shutting the door and the pulsing noise. From the office he could watch everything (well almost except the bathrooms). Located to the side of his desk that faced the door was several screens that paced back and forth looking at all angles of the club: outside into the London streets, several hallways of the abandon hotel, the entrance to the club itself, seven within the club walls that could see at least one camera, outside the bathrooms and three at the bar. Removing a bottle of fine whiskey from his desk with a shot glass he relaxed for a moment in time just letting the music rumble the room he was in with no define sound. He didn’t mind to dance with the music being played but his heart lay with the classical music of the early centuries before.

With his chest still bare from fabric as he took a shot of the wood tasting liquor he watched the screen flicker with moving bodies. Most didn’t have the luxuries of having money as other did, he could see among the crowds that had things to hide as others had nothing but themselves. As with every hour members of his staff would scout the floors and rooms cameras could not view. Being humans many could not tell the difference between the wicked and cruel to the animals and demons… this was a place for sanctum for them but it did not promise they could stop or catch them all. With his eyes on the screens he watched his staff all mixing within the crowd as some ventured out the doors and into others.

“There are signs of blood but cannot find anything,” was all that was said over the radio as his blue and green eye blinked in unison as he sighed. No, they were all humans and just could not stop all the animals from coming in. Fixing his shirt and tie he stood finishing another shot before calling to the radio, “Eyes open; we are never alone…” before clipping the radio to his side before placing a tailored jacket over his shoulders and left his home and office for the second time. Sliding the cardkey locking the catwalk behind him he was blocked by his ‘followers’. Some fashion models others just coworkers just wanting to mingle. Though he lived within the lime light he moved with nods and firm grasps of handshakes towards the focal point of the whole club, the bar.

Seeing his co-owner swamped with enough orders to break most of the beings in half he patted the woman on the shoulder with that familiar soft smile that she was grateful to have. Looking up he caught a few orders being called out, double vodka… bloody Mary spicy ; he went at making the drinks without taking over the woman’s expertise. Placing the drinks to their rightful owners he took their face into what they order but more of business wise than anything else given.

[aether]

<sup>She was left to gaze out along the sea of heads of those that danced to the music, merging in, every single person assimilated into the shifting masses. Her uninterested stare trailed mildly from face to face, seeing them but barely registering any as someone worth her time. She was here to drink. Nothing more.

In her solitude she tapped long nails against the stone bar, uncrossed and crossed her legs. More than once she smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles from her pale, tailored trousers or the navy silk of her short-sleeved blouse, and captured single pieces of hair behind her ear. Her demeanor exuded both boredom and anxiety.

Then, interrupting her line of vision was a male who strode through the crowd as though, it seemed to Kestryll, he owned the place. It was a gait empowered by testosterone and muscle, translating to her into a cocky sort of confidence that she had no desire to be around. She eyed him briefly as he selected a stool not too far from her own and ordered a Bloody Mary.
She imagined the size of his ego to be rivaled only by the size of his head.

Kestryll reclined against the bar as she waited for her drink to be served. In a matter of moments it was provided by a dark-haired bartender whom she barely glimpsed at as she wordlessly accepted the beverage without so much as a thanks. She peered down through the clear, odorless liquid, swilling it around against the sides of the glass, and then she took a sip. She tilted her head to stare out over her shoulder, eying the crowds once more.

She became aware that the man who'd ordered the Bloody Mary was paying her some very unwanted attention. At first Kess thought it may just have been her imagination, and as such she surreptitiously shot glances at him to check that he really was observing her. The more she checked, the more obvious it became, until there was little doubt left in her mind that he was indeed almost staring at her. Normally Kess would have found it flattering, but tonight she considered it unnerving.

Kestryll tried to ignore it as best she could, but within seconds she found that she simply could not relax. She'd had enough. Turning her head to face the man directly, she scowled at him, narrowed her eyes to silvery slits.
"Can I help you in some way?" she snapped.</sup>