‘Ugh, why do we always end up in these totally dingy places?’
‘Why, rock and metal not your scene?’
‘Dude, you know I like all kinds of music but. I mean, why do all these monsters gravitate toward this… shit.’
Two somewhat young men, both with pints of beer stood at a tall table in the corner of a popular rock club somewhere in Manchester. Friday nights were always busy and Friday nights, were the best time to hunt.
‘The old man says there’s been an influx of monsters recently in town, in the past month or so. He’s heard from our Warlock sources that some seal broke in a Catholic Church graveyard not long ago and it attracted a bunch of nasties.’
‘Hmm that’d explain the overwhelming stench of wet dog then, there’s been loads more weres surfacing lately.’
‘There’s actually been a bunch of baby vamps too. Actual, freshly turned vamps. The old man thinks there’s another rogue kicking about.’
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‘The turn and leave kind?’
‘The turn and leave kind.’
‘Ah shit that’s the last thing we need.’
The two men quietly sipped their beers as they scanned the ever increasing crowd in the club. The music blared, a few too many decibels louder than what was comfortable. Both men had several young women gazing in their direction, with bashful grins and giggles. But they had a job to do tonight and none of it involved mingling with women. Besides, if the Elders found out they would be reprimanded; fraternising with the general public of the opposite sex was highly frowned upon in their community. The tallest of the two men; lean and well built with pale skin, dark hair and even darker eyes turned to his friend, the slightly more muscly guy with tanned skin and blonde hair before rolling his eyes over to a slightly secluded corner of the club.
‘What do you reckon to those two?’ He said. The shorter one glanced over his friends shoulder, noticing two women, one white with caramel blonde hair in twin French braids and the other who must have been mixed race; with rich glowing skin and long, dark wavy hair. The men could sense and aura about them, they radiated almost with an energy that warmed the air around them.
‘One of them is rubbing her nose a bit too much.’ The blonde one said.
‘Yeah well, the weather’s not been so bad. Everything is starting to grow and bloom so don’t jump the gun there.’ The taller one replied.
The shorter man reached a hand in to his jacket pocket, grasping something in his fingers.
‘Let’s see if they are what we think they are. Act casual, I got an eye on them.’
The shorter man picked up his beer with his free hand and started to gulp at the amber liquid, whislt simultaneously manipulating a small, ait tight canister hidden in his pocket. Within a few seconds of him releasing the lid of the canister, the faces of the two women contorted slightly and as soon as that happened; one of them sneezed a little bit. They both downed their drinks and got up from their seat, making their way over to the clubs exit in the opposite direction of the two men; rubbing their noses and their eyes as they went. The two men, finished their own drinks. Then followed the women out.