something to being other than human that makes you
have an affinity with the night, not just vampires and the whole
'we hate the day because we're allergic to the sun' thing. Witches,
Fey, and lycans celebrated the night too, mostly because the night
had helped to conceal them for centuries.
But it wasn't until you came off the stairwell and
made the right through the doorway, that you truly noticed anything
else. Upon turning into the main room the darkness held its breath
and the treat that is laser lights wound and curled its way through
an ethereal mist that seemed to grab at your limbs as you moved
across the floor. The building had some of the best acoustics in
town, which is probably why they chose this location for the rave.
You could feel the pulsing, vibrating, radiating music flowing out
of the walls, the floor, everywhere. The sounds seemed to assault
you from everywhere and nowhere, all at once. The non-humans were
all very sensual beings which allowed them to credit themselves
with perfecting the art of partying. A rave became a buffet of the
senses for them.
The D.J., who was perched dead center of the old
theater stage, was spinning some Marilyn Manson as Caislyn and
Jaxon walked in. He was not your typical DJ, he appeared to be a
demon of some sort with several arms, which apparently came in
handy for operating the turntables, lights, and smoke all at once.
Caislyn made a note to remember him for the party she planned on
throwing when she found her parents and brought them home.
“I'm not a big fan of wanna-bes, but Marilyn Manson
can sure set a mood with his music,” Caislyn shouted over to
Jax.
Jaxon nodded and smiled, as she spotted a bar off
underneath the balcony. “I'm headed for a drink.”
“Alright, thanks again for getting me in, I gotta go
talk to some people about... umm, stuff. See ya around.” Caislyn
wandered off in the opposite direction as Jax, but something in her
gut told her to keep an eye out for her new friend tonight. There
was a rule in partying at raves, even in the non human community,
never go out alone. Caislyn was confident in her solitude because
she was not there to party, but Jax was definitely there to party
and she seemed a little naive about the whole rave scene.
'Come on Cais, you aren't here to babysit someone you
don't even know. Find your answers and get out of here.' Caislyn
was talking to herself under her breath when a gorgeous vamp
approached her. He sauntered up to Caislyn wearing only black
leather pants, doc martens, and a cat who ate the canary smile. He
was a little on the thin side for Caislyn’s taste, but still very
handsome in a boyishly charming, a little too baby-faced to be
completely sexy way.
“Hey, little witchling, wanna dance, or ...” he left
the invitation open, but Caislyn knew exactly to what he was
referring. That may have had something to do with his very obvious
flash of fangs and the waggle of his eyebrows.
“What are you, like 12? At first I thought you were
pretty yummilicious, that was until you opened your mouth!” She
smiled sweetly as she said it, then continued talking as she looked
around the room, “I'm not here to party tonight, I have some
questions about some missing people,” she realized she had lost her
audience when she turned back around to find him gone. “Damn vamps,
at least I didn't have to take forever to convince him that the
answer was no,” she sighed to herself.
“Shit! I have to stop talking to myself in public,”
Caislyn continued to scan the dance floor. She had noticed on each
scan that there was one particular vamp who was checking her out.
He was standing off to the side of the stage watching not only her,
but her new friend Jaxon as well. He stood there in obviously
tailored clothes staring out, intermittently between the two of
them. The tailored clothes, while black, still stood out amongst
the party crowd. She determined that he didn’t really belong in the
midst of the
have an affinity with the night, not just vampires and the whole
'we hate the day because we're allergic to the sun' thing. Witches,
Fey, and lycans celebrated the night too, mostly because the night
had helped to conceal them for centuries.
But it wasn't until you came off the stairwell and
made the right through the doorway, that you truly noticed anything
else. Upon turning into the main room the darkness held its breath
and the treat that is laser lights wound and curled its way through
an ethereal mist that seemed to grab at your limbs as you moved
across the floor. The building had some of the best acoustics in
town, which is probably why they chose this location for the rave.
You could feel the pulsing, vibrating, radiating music flowing out
of the walls, the floor, everywhere. The sounds seemed to assault
you from everywhere and nowhere, all at once. The non-humans were
all very sensual beings which allowed them to credit themselves
with perfecting the art of partying. A rave became a buffet of the
senses for them.
The D.J., who was perched dead center of the old
theater stage, was spinning some Marilyn Manson as Caislyn and
Jaxon walked in. He was not your typical DJ, he appeared to be a
demon of some sort with several arms, which apparently came in
handy for operating the turntables, lights, and smoke all at once.
Caislyn made a note to remember him for the party she planned on
throwing when she found her parents and brought them home.
“I'm not a big fan of wanna-bes, but Marilyn Manson
can sure set a mood with his music,” Caislyn shouted over to
Jax.
Jaxon nodded and smiled, as she spotted a bar off
underneath the balcony. “I'm headed for a drink.”
“Alright, thanks again for getting me in, I gotta go
talk to some people about... umm, stuff. See ya around.” Caislyn
wandered off in the opposite direction as Jax, but something in her
gut told her to keep an eye out for her new friend tonight. There
was a rule in partying at raves, even in the non human community,
never go out alone. Caislyn was confident in her solitude because
she was not there to party, but Jax was definitely there to party
and she seemed a little naive about the whole rave scene.
'Come on Cais, you aren't here to babysit someone you
don't even know. Find your answers and get out of here.' Caislyn
was talking to herself under her breath when a gorgeous vamp
approached her. He sauntered up to Caislyn wearing only black
leather pants, doc martens, and a cat who ate the canary smile. He
was a little on the thin side for Caislyn’s taste, but still very
handsome in a boyishly charming, a little too baby-faced to be
completely sexy way.
“Hey, little witchling, wanna dance, or ...” he left
the invitation open, but Caislyn knew exactly to what he was
referring. That may have had something to do with his very obvious
flash of fangs and the waggle of his eyebrows.
“What are you, like 12? At first I thought you were
pretty yummilicious, that was until you opened your mouth!” She
smiled sweetly as she said it, then continued talking as she looked
around the room, “I'm not here to party tonight, I have some
questions about some missing people,” she realized she had lost her
audience when she turned back around to find him gone. “Damn vamps,
at least I didn't have to take forever to convince him that the
answer was no,” she sighed to herself.
“Shit! I have to stop talking to myself in public,”
Caislyn continued to scan the dance floor. She had noticed on each
scan that there was one particular vamp who was checking her out.
He was standing off to the side of the stage watching not only her,
but her new friend Jaxon as well. He stood there in obviously
tailored clothes staring out, intermittently between the two of
them. The tailored clothes, while black, still stood out amongst
the party crowd. She determined that he didn’t really belong in the
midst of the
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