[Sodium_noir] Arrival at the Lachrymatory

[Spikey]

Tellos Dhampir
The Lachrymatory - Inside

As he scaned the room the music blasting in his ears he watched for 
reactions that might give off warning signals.

There were vampires here, his strange affinity for spotting them never failed. Small cliques here and there, mostly relaxed and unconcerned with him or his wanderings. Sure they were not in the majority, but this was a Vampire bar. Maybe one Vamp to every twenty humans. 

Leather and denim clad blood drinkers sat in a corner with identically dressed mortals interspersed throughout the group. Tattoo's and Anarchy symbols as gang colours. 

A ravaged vampire with a masque, one of the powers he'd seen before. While it wasn't the creatures true face it was enough to quell the fears of those he met. Without his sight, Tellos would think the man a warm blooded human.

A pair of tall, slim, androgynous licks in PVC sauntered through the crowds like black sailed ships. The powers of their blood used to attract attention rather than deflect it.

Sat in a tall chair and surrounded by cronies was a man in a dapper suit. Blonde hair, handsome face, cruel eyes. The way others reacted to him and the speed with which the bar staff served him hinted that this was the owner or at least one of his in-crowd. A muscle-bound and dark skinned giant stood close by, arms folded in the age old symbol of displayed power and body guard etiquette. In his shadow was a young guy with a burnt face. A pair of girls, one blonde and one raven tressed, hung from the vampires arms and stroked his cold flesh.

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Hannibaal watched his domain absent mindedly, the smile plastered on his face a disguise for his troubled thoughts. His enemies had gotten one over on him, and that rankled. But worse than that, a lot of scheming and manipulating had bit the dust when the Obsidian Canes was destroyed. Even longer term plans had gone up in smoke when that thug Titus bane broke Akril over his knee like a dry twig.

Absolutely wonderful display by all accounts, but damned inconvenient for the plans of the Ba'ali. 

Right now, Hannibaal was a player in freefall, looking for a new angle. What cards he had left after loosing the last round may as well be returned tot he deck while he tried again. Arkana and her hold on the Anarchs might blossom into something, =but he couldn't yet see how or what. He'd have to be patient with that. He'd blown his chance of making a deal with Melcom, and now looked like a fool in their eyes. The Itzcoatl were probably after his blood and he only prayer to the Darkness that Akril's soul never escaped whatever Hell it had plummeted too.

Slowly his eyes slid over the crowd and came to rest on the teenager with the death wish. One who'd wandered up to the doors of the club with a weapon on open display. Poor sap, it's amazing the Police hadn't got to him before the Lachrymatory had. He'd been even more lucky that Hannibaal had seen him arrive and try to bullshit the door. Another thirty seconds and the bruisers he let work the gate would have turned him into Shark food.

He hoped the young and somewhat interesting chap appreciated just how accommodating lady Luck was being to him tonight.

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The Dapper Vampire, looking out of place in the Goth club, lifted a glass of dark coloured liquid and inclined his head at Tellos. A greeting or an acknowledgment. 

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