**With a deep burst of anger, though silent with his tongue, he gives off a deep growl as he watches Damien walk through the room...His unloyal scent making his claws dig into the tabletop of the bar...However he stopped as he watched Hina and Jasmine take a seat at the bar...A wave of calm strikes him as his comrades take their seats, enjoying both of their scents before turning to the bartender** Vulpe: Lait s'il vous plaît... **The bartender simply stares at him a moment as he ponders his order** Vulpe: Lait s'il vous plaît...Or do you not value your life human?... **Vulpe claws deep gouges into the tabletop right in sight of the bartender...The bartender puts up his hands in show of submitance before walking away, a sense of rush in his feet in each of his steps as he walks off...As the Bartender walks off, Vulpe goes back to looking around the room, keeping an eye on everyone, tracking the strange and familiar scents as people continue to enter the club**
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
After a few hours, Enzo finally walks out of the lounge
He is obviously drunk, as two blonde women from the club are giving him stability to walk "There"He points at the VIP section"Take me up there..." The two women help him over the stairs, open the door, and when they arrive they push Enzo into his armchair
They leave the room giggling, leaving Enzo lying in his armchair, wasted and sleeping
Jean tries to rest cool and relaxed even though he feels many faces
staring at him "What's that special about me?" , he thinks, taking
little sips from his wine. Then he empties his glass with a deep sip,
puts it on the bar, mumbles a incomprehensible "Thank you" , of which the
bartender takes no notice, sits up and goes straight away to the VIP section.
Bernard watched as the hostess undulated sexually as she left the lounge. His brain felt as though it was experiencing a fireworks display as his synapses sizzled and exploded, while his body lay draped bonelessly over one of the loungers and completely refused to obey any orders his brain managed to think up, unfortunately that seemed to include the command to breathe. "Merde, that is one hell of a woman!" he sighed.
Slowly bringing his body back under control he climbed to his feet and decided to join the others in the main bar area. Walking slowly from the lounge, he wondered if he could spend more time with the hostess in the future. "The Hostess?" he thought, "Mon Dieu, I never even found out her name!". He hurried down the corridor in an attempt to catch up with her and find out what she was called, but as he rounded the corner he crashed into another hostess, knocking her to the floor. "Mon Dieu, I am truely sorry Madmoiselle" he said as he helped her to her feet and found himself gazing into the strangely familiar face of the beautiful young lady. "Non, non, it is all my fault sir!" she said as she backed away and then hurried down the corridor.
Bernard stood there, puzzled. "I know I have seen her before, but where? I never forget a face!" Then suddenly it hit him. It had been 4 years before that a deal to buy a large quantity of stolen wine on Planet Nevers had gone bad and Bernard had been lucky to escape with his life. He had been drinking beer, something that he rarely did and the uncomfortable feeling in his bladder caused him to slip out the back of the warehouse to relieve himself while his partner argued about the price. He had just finished and was about to return when he heard shouts and the whine of a laser pistol and he instinctively dropped behind a wall, uncaring of the fact he was kneeling where he had just relieved himself.
As he watched, the door burst open and Jean, his partner ran from the building. Another figure appeared in the doorway, a whine, a flash of red light ...... and Jean dropped to the floor with a bubbling hole where the back of his head used to be. The other figure calmly walked towards Jeans corpse and flipped him onto his back with its boot. Bending down to examine his face the figure was bathed in light from the open door and Bernard saw a beautiful young woman in the uniform of the Gallic Royal Police. The same young woman he had just bumped into! "F****** HELL!" he said as he ran after her, dragging out the emergency weapon he always carried but had never had to use.
As he ran after her, Bernard's brain raced, "How did she get here? Why was she here? Who is she after?" He rushed past an intersection and out of his peripheral vision he saw her turning a corner. He skidded to a stop and running to the corner he felt a blow to his chest and a great feeling of weakness came over him. Looking down he saw a slender and beautifully manicured hand drawing a slim-bladed knife out of his chest. He could feel blood bubbling in his lung and and looking up he found himself staring into that same beautiful face, a face that showed no more emotion than if she was painting her nails. As he slowly slid down the wall, she turned and hurried towards the VIP section.
As she entered the VIP section, GRP Sgt Emillie Marlene gazed quickly around, seeing no-one but her target slumped in an armchair. Pulling the stiletto from where she had been hiding it behind her back, she advanced quietly towards him. Standing over his helpless body she smiled briefly, the first emotion she had shown all evening, in anticipation of driving the stiletto through his eye and into his brain.
Slowly she raised the knife, savouring the moment and said, "Goodbye monsieur Enzo!"
And then her head exploded splashing her blood and brains all over Enzo's face.
Leaping from from the chair in shock and confusion, Enzo saw the headless body of a hostess with a long thin knife in her hand crumpling slowly to the floor. Lying in the partly open door to the suite was Bernard Rondolet. An antique pistol of some sort in his hand and a stream of blood fountaining from his chest.
He heard Bernard whisper in a weak voice, "I always wondered what a 44 magnum could do!", then the hand holding the gun sagged to the floor and Bernard fell forward onto his face.
Enzo, despite the situation, has a calm look on his face "Sacre bleu! All this mess, on the opening day!" He stands up, picks up the dead body, drags it to the back of the room
There, a long chest, normally used to keep drinks cool is located
He stuffs the corpse of the woman into it "Damn, she was pretty...." He turns to the now unconscious Bernard "Time to get you out of here" He picks up Bernard and takes him out of the VIP section
As he walks around in the club, heading to the door, everyone was looking surprised at him
When he reaches the door, he turns to one security man "Clean up the VIP section. Hurry up." Enzo leaves through the grey club doors, carrying Bernard on his right shoulder....
Enzo, still carrying Bernard, is on his way to the medical station
He opens the door "Mademoiselle..." The nurse turns around. "Oui?"
Suddenly she screams in shock "Mon Dieu! This man is dieing! Quick, put him on the table, I will call the doctors!"
Enzo carefully places the man on the surgical table, then he leaves "Not my problem anymore. Time to get back to le business..." Enzo heads for the docking bay...
As the nurse desperately tries to staunch the blood spurting from his chest as though from a hosepipe, she can't help thinking what sort of ignorant pig could just dump this man who is obviously bleeding to death on a table and just walk away as if nothing had happened? What sort of man is this Enzo, or is he even a man? If even half the rumours she has heard are true then she doubts that he is even human!
But there is no time for for speculation, the blood is spurting less strongly all the time and she knows that it due to the fact that the body is rapidly bleeding out. Where is that lazy bastard who calls himself a doctor?