He smiles. "I doun't doubt other clans have taught themselves their own brands of it. It's just unexpected. Your lucky, most of my clan would have tried to kill you for that. I have no problems as long as you keep from using it on me."

"Well, I'll remember that now won't i?", she says keeping the smile
"So, what is it that you want to know?", she asks.

"I want to know about the sabbat in the area. I was told a certain two members were in the area and I need to have a knock-down, drag-out [i:35a688b706]chat[/i:35a688b706] with them."

"Well, I have met a member of the Sabbat... A Tzimisce by the name of Ekaterina. Man, she freaked the shit out of me. However, that was a year ago. She may still be in the area, trying to stake this city as her's. It wouldn't surprise me if she was. Look for her. Anyone who has met her would remember her. Check her out. She might be able to help.", she says matter-of-factishly.
"Is there anything else that you need?", she asks.

As Mark’s eyes washed over the sea of dancers he stopped and gazed long upon the perfect one. She was a little less than 6 foot, with incredibly firm long legs that were barely concealed by her miniskirt. Her hips were a little large and her upper body a little overweight and she was under no circumstances pretty or attractive but he was drawn to her.

Yes she was perfect, something radiating from her mind imprinting onto him a sense of absolute un-understanding and confliction. Randomness that soared through his mind reaching into the darkest depths of his being and tugging on feelings, memories, sensations and his roar essence but not quite able to bring complete clarity to any one thing.

She was intoxicating, inspiring and drawing him in. Helpless he walked to her and placed his arms around her as his head nuzzled in the hair on the back of her head. Taking in deep breaths he lost himself in her entirely. Yes! Now the smell of her blood was pure and powerful. Innocent and fresh and she radiated heat from every pore of her body that shivered as Mark’s cold hands caressed her.

Pure and innocent darkness was what she was, no what she would become. It surrounded her, her life a short and violent passage of text that he could read on her skin. The words coming to life and swirling, spinning as he breathed them inside and unlocked her secrets. Oh those visions, feelings, memories were not his yet they were inside them and he was living them and yet they were not memories as they had yet to happen.

He let out a moan as he smelled along her neck. Her neck? Its neck. His prey and his sanctuary. In its death he would find his life growing stronger and the desire, no the unquenchable thirst to feed upon it.

And it was playing now towards the end of its existence. The last images from its life drained away and left his mind and now all he held in his hands was a black shadow of vast darkness and emptiness. He sunk his fangs into its neck, breaking the skin as he sucked the life force from its body. Disgusting moans of rapture left its mouth but were silenced by the music as she, no ‘it’ begged for it to never stop.

Releasing it he licked the wound closed and watched as it weakly stumbled in the direction of the restroom.

Destiny, fate are the inevitability of life? No he had seen its life and now the life which had played trough Mark’s mind would be just a distant echo as he helped the only one inevitable thing in this world to come to turn, death. The kind that he would enjoy.

Leading Kathy down on of the numerous hall ways, Horus looks back over his shoulder upon hearing here request.” I’m sorry but I don't know where the security rooms are, I've just been shown around here myself, and since you and he where talking about things that might now want to be over heard I was going to give you somewhere that you could speak a little less overheard. But since he seems to be just a little upset about being here perhaps I could show you where some of the fun happens here."

He pauses right in front of a beautifully designed door, covered with both hieroglyphs and shimmering marble tiles. "Would you like to see the grand ballroom?" he asks just as he starts to turn the beautiful golden door handle.

"Ekaterina...I'll keep that in mind. Can't say i've had many run-ins with the tzimisce, but i'm sure she'll be able to point me in the right direction. It just might take some friendly persuasion."

He pauses for a moment to think. "That's all I need for now, thank you."

Think logically, that was what she had to do instead of panicking and running around in circles trying to find gabriel.

First there was the party, Gabriel saw him there, then there was the decorator's that had gained entrance to her cellar , then there was the destruction of her haven and also the fact that Gabriel had been pretty quick at finding her, maybe he was having her watched, maybe he did suspect her of been disloyal to him, all the factors where there, but she knew she was going to get accused of doing far more that she had actually done.

"Kathy? the ballroom....would you like to see it?" Horus looked at her curiously as he asked.

"forgive me...yes of course, lead the way"

As he showed her around the resplendent room she smiled and nodded and cooed and ahhed over the decorations, it would not do for her to let her perfect facade begin to crumble now, although she was there in body, her mind was replaying Gabriel's harsh and offhand comments and she wondered what exactly he was going to do next.

The music was leading Cizanus' step as he approached the bar, after leaving Archer to gorge himself with some of the cattle's vitae. The thought made the Malkavian stop. This was the kind of Sabbat thinking line that mustn't be caught in a Cammarilla kindred's mind. However, after his years with Tatiana, everything seemed so innocent that Cizanus almost punished himself for punishing himself about it.
"Hey, bro. Is the owner around?", he approached the barman.
"Haven't seen her yet, sir. But I guess she'll be walking around the club later to check if everything is going well."
"Thanks. If you meet her, could you tell her I am looking for her? I'll be right there on the corner."
"For sure. In the moment I see her."
Cizanus moved away into a corner close to the dance floor. Taking his blade out, he started to toss it from one hand to another, playing with it... and waiting.

Mark walked over to one of the supporting pillars on the outskirts of the dance floor as he casually kept his attention focused to the Ladies restroom where he waited upon his prey to return from her “brush up” after recomposing herself and trying to rationalize the kiss of death she had received.

He occasionally turned his focus to a kine that caught his attention on the dance floor but not long enough for him to miss what he was wafting for. She re-emerged a ghostly visage of her previously blood infused self.

It did not take him long to realise that he was not the only one observing her as she moved to leave the building. A gentleman was working through the crowd as he saw an easy target for his perverse sexual pleasure, Mark smirked as he wondered why in a world so diverse people could never resist stereotypes.

Moving through the crowd he stood beside one of the bouncers and whispered into his ear that he thought he saw one of the patrons of this club dealing drugs and abusing the ladies. Mark left the club to stand on the streets.

As his prey left the building he gently prompted and guided her into a taxi before handing over enough money to get her wherever she needed. As it drove off he snuck back into the club, chuckling as he saw the stalker getting searched and interrogated by the doorman.

With so much time left and so little to do Mark walked over towards the bartender.

She nods and stands up.
"Is there anything else that you wanted? because I do kind of have to monitor everything down stairs right now. ", she says.
She gets up and goes to the door. She opens it up and lets him walk through first.
"Hope you find all the info you need.", she says.

He walks out of the room and waits for her. "Actually, would you mind if I accompany you whilst you keep a watchful gaze. Perhaps if you see some of our [i:e3c6c46ebe]associates[/i:e3c6c46ebe] you could introduce me and by chance we might find someone who could help direct me further in the right direction. That is if it's not a burden to you."

She quietly slips in. No bouncer stops her. They give her a cautious glance and let her in.
She gives the club a good once over, making sure she sees absolutely everything. No Nosferatu will evade her sight if she can help it.
She gets a good scan and begins to enter the club, her long jacket sweeping the floor.
She smirks as she smells all of the precious vitae around her.
"Foolish mortals, if only they knew what monstrosities actaully hunt them, that would play with there souls at a whim.", she thinks.
She makes her way to the bar.

"Associates? Sure, however I don't know which associates you mean...", she says as she steps out of the office.
"But, please, feel free to follow.", she says as she walks through the strip club.

He grins and follows her through the club. [i:c80594f90e]I can't exactally call them "other vampire's" in public. I figured by saying our associates you would understand me.[/i:c80594f90e] He says to her telepathically.

"So I noticed this is a grand re-opening, what happened to it that got it closed in the first place?"