Z' Club

[Sebastian Noir]

It was late into the night, but from the looks of it, the party was only starting to heat up inside Z' Club. Paris' most infamous club. Especially for its high 'accidental' death count. But the police couldn't find any suspects nor clues. Strangely, the each and every case was shut and forgotten.

Tonight was one of those day's, a day which smelled of trouble and disaster. But for now, everything seemed quiet and calm. The patrons were having fun, dancing, drinking. While the more wealthy customer's were on a higher level.

One of those men, was Sebastian Noir.
Sitting in his little corner, women clinging to him like a piece of meat, the young CEO found this little night interesting. He could choose. The blonde or brunette. Or. Why not both at once?

Well girls....How about, after i finish my buisness, we go back to my house?

The blonde smirked, scratching underneath her lovers chin, enclosing as if she wanted to steal a kiss. But the vamp didnt allow her. Not yet. He liked teasing his prey.

How about right here?

To this, he gave a chukle, bringing her in closer in a tighter embrace. With one arm, sure. But still tightly enough to keep her from escaping.

Ehhh.....Why do you always give Dharma more attention than me?

The brunette whinned. She was a bit childish at times. Heck, she even looked younger than eighteen, but her skills proved that of an adult in bed.

Don't worry....

Sebastian trailed his finger up her neck, giving a light push against her lips as if to 'shush'.

I wont be unfair tonight. Kay?

[Altair]

Altair walked into the club wearing a black t-shirt with the symbol of some power metal band named Dragonforce and a pair of black jeans. He had come here to spy on a certain individual named Sebastian Noir, he was too see if this man was an employer, a target or a threat. If it was the latter he was to be dealt with and Altair had snuck his pistol in with him just in case and then moved to the side of the room and moved to a balcony area that overlooked the main floor. He had snuck in easily as the guard was distracted with a young women.

The man was supposedly a playboy so he kept his eyes out for a man with a number of women, his eyes scanned the floor.

Come out, come out wherever you are.

[Sebastian Noir]

Having his laptop seated on the table infront of the couch he layed upon, with his two girls, he kept a constant eye on the readings aswell as the cameras. Out of all the people here, about 20% were horny vampiric teens. This was actually a smaller amount than usual, but it was his job to see that none of them got too out of hand. One or two kills, fine. But a mass murder? That would cause too much attention.

Other than those down on the floor, dancing, there was a strange new aura. A feeling of impending doom crawled up Sebastian's spine, giving him the chills.

Someone, or something, was here for reasons beyond entertainment. And this probably wasn't the best thing for him.

Girls...Please go down to the parking lot. I'll be out in a bit. Just need to finish something first, kay?

He smiled at both the blonde and dark-head.

Fine. But don't keep us waiting!

The two left in a bit, leaving their 'boyfriend' alone for now. Usually. He didn't care if his girls lived through or not. But these two had a rare talent, which he found rather amusing.

Don't keep me waiting now...

Thought the vampire to himsel as he sat back and relaxed, one leg over the other with arms crossed and a grin covering his face as he awaited to greet his guest.

[Andrei]

Paris was a dangerous city to be in for a Sabbat vampire. The city was the spiritual home of the Toreador who were to the Camarilla what the Tzimisce were to the Sabbat. The Fiend would have to tread carefully this evening as he made his way into the club, needing to find one Lasombra. His Bishop had ordered him to go and lend temporary aid to his fellow Sabbat in taking over Paris from the Camarilla. If both London and Paris were to fall then there would be great strife sent throughout the rival sect as two of their most major cities fall. However, he'd been informed upon arrival that one member of a pack had been frequenting a nightclub enough to cause concern in his superiors. That's what they said anyway, but their voices had a hint of malice in them which gave Andrei cause for concern.

Whatever the case, he has to be in here somewhere.

The "Z" club was, to Andrei's tastes, garish and unnecessarily loud. He had to shut down his Auspex to walk around without being doubled over in pain from the sensory overload, and the discomfort was visible on his face even without it. He skirted the edges of the club, near the walls until he reached a stairway guarded by a large, very burly man. Andrei flicked a few hundred Euros at him and he quickly stood aside, letting him pass. Throughout all the utterly unenjoyable atmosphere and experiances he was having it gladdened his black heart to see people recoil in shock when they saw him, especially his eyes. A couple of giggling girls brushed past him as he approached the table that was Sebastian's. It seemed the Bishop wasn't necessarily exagerrating what this Lasombra did. The Fiend gracefully slid into the chair opposite Mr. Noir on the table and introduced himself.

Sebastian Noir I presume? I am the Fiend Andrei Tilea, a pleasure to meet you. However, this is not a social call. I have been sent to bring you back to your pack; urgent business must be attended to and our presence is undoubtedly under watch by the Camarilla. Please come with me quickly, the rest will be explained in the car.

[Sebastian Noir]

The arrival of this man, was least expected. And for some reason, this wasn't the one giving off such a murderous intent. After listening to his brief introduction and reason for comming, Sebastian gave a light yawn. But not out of boredom.

...Now? Why now?

He was confused over the reason. Heck, he wasn't even given one. Sure he would come along, respecting the pack, but a few explinations wouldn't hurt.

I don't mind....I will go. But maybe we can stick around for a few drinks? I think my girl's can keep you entertained while you wait.

The few girls that had encountered Andrei earlier near the stairs, were now standing next to him, giving off a few giggles and blushes.

One was a blonde with short wavey hair, a blue dress which revealed enough if you consider nowadays fashion, and the other was practically her twin but with darker straight hair down till her waist and light red eyes. An uncommon trait for a human.

[Altair]

Altair snuck off the balcony quickly and walked over around the edge of the room to where the Lasombra was but by the time he got there he saw another vampire, a fmailiar one at that.

.....Is he everywhere nowadays? Altair thought as he slid a dagger out of his pocket and hit the back of the neck with the hilt of the weapon. He then pushed what was now the unconcious body into the middle of the dance floor as he snuck in to the area where the two sabbat were. He concealed his dagger quickly an made it past seeming as if he'd been there the whole time.


Now he was in a position to observe their movemetns and hopefully hear something and if he couldn't...well he ahd his Cloak of Shadows for that.

[Andrei]

Andrei turned around and eyed the girls. They weren't fazed by his appearance. It seemed Sebastian had made them into at least temporary retainers. The Fiend wondered with sadistic pleasure what he could do with these two beauties. But work before play. While turned around he could see there was something going on down on the dancefloor, but for now whatever it was would have to wait. He turned back to Sebastian he flicked his hair back and explained some of the details to him.

Well, it's fairly simple. Although I'd rather these two beautiful young women heard, if they're your retainers then I'm sure they've heard more before. A few Bishops ordered me to come and help the removal of the Camarilla from Paris. They need you back with the pack. Sorry I had to cut short such a, lovely evening.

[Andrea]

Andrea had decided to go for a little stroll, nothing in particular, as she licked her lips hungrily. Strolling down the streets, she spotted the club. Smirking lightly, since she already was in her dancing clothes, she headed in. Looking around, she sat over at the bar table, waiting for some guys to talk to her. Then she could eat, for she hadn't eaten for a little while.

Oh food can be so delicous.... she thought as her eyes sparkled in a slightly amused way under the dim lights.

[Altair]

((Vampires can't eat normal food without the eat food merit Andrea, just a warning >.<))

Altair's eyes widened as he heard a few words of the conversation betweeen the two. He had heard 'removal of the Camarilla from Paris', that in itself was enough information for his superiors as they would know where to station more Assamites to take more contracts, mainly Paris. He walked away with a slight smirk on his face, he began walking towards the exit and then say that blasted girl that was there in Munich. What on earth was she doing here?

Altair shrugged and walked over and sat down next to her.

What are you doing here and what's your name, Assamite? Altair said acidicly. He knew she was an Assamite and from what he could observe, a rookie. She was probably one of the more common 13th generation vampires but he couldn't be sure of that yet. She probably had no clue of who he was, which was good for an assassin as he had gained a reputation in the Assamite clan as the 'White Phantom' due to his skills of infiltrating and assassinating.

[Sebastian Noir]

Fine fine...

Sebastian wasn't exactly glad over hearing this. He had planned ahead for the entire week. Now all that hard work went to waist. Well, since the pack needed him back he could spend his time in the office. That was always fun to do. But not as fun as having two girls at the same time. But alas, duty called.

Shall we go immideatly?

[Andrea]

Andrea blinked as she stared at the man for a moment in time as she gave him a cold smile.

First off. Why do you care? And second, my name is Andrea by the way. What's your name? she flipped her hair back as her golden like eyes stared at him.

[Altair]

Altair felt a slight anger to this Assamites attitude, without knowing his identity she revealed her own. What were they teaching the new recruits recently? With that kind of knowledge he doubted she would last long.

I care because I am also an Assamite who was given a mission here, I am Altair, the White Phantom. I am also more experienced than you, which is fairly obvious by the way you revealed yourself....

[Andrea]

Andrea blinked as she muttered an appology. Looking back up she gave him a business like smile as she asked him.

I just live close to here, and I just decided to come here...that's all. Say, Altair, um...what kind of mission did they send you here for? Do you mind if I could help you? she asked eagerly as her golden eyes gleamed excited to help anytime.

[Andrei]

Yes, bring the refreshments if you want. I despise having to drink out of those plastic bags, it's always so stale...

Andrei stood and led the way. Quickly and decisively he strode down the stairs in an elegant fashion, completely ignoring Altair as he went. He could only see him from behind so couldn't recognise him. Andrea on the other hand, set off warning signs immediately. The gold eyes weren't human; 94 years wandering the Earth told the Fiend that. However, her allegiance wasn't clear; she wore no clan markings but the fact she was sitting at a table with someone meant she was probably seducing him. As Paris was the Toreador's home, Andrei made a guess she was one of the Degenerates that so loved this city. It was just too bad he couldn't recognise Altair. Acting casual he moved on, making a mental note to prevent Sebastian from frequenting clubs that had Camarilla scum hunting there.

Oh Dark Father... what if this is a Camarilla Elysium? We may be in mortal danger...