Belial walks into a club, the new gothic club, hoping that it's not just full of little teenagers wanting to be a part of the 'underground' culture. The bouncers only let certain people in, using their own discretion. Belial swings her long burgandy hair over her shoulder, flashing a bit of fang to the guard, who lets her in. He whispers delicately in her mind, just don't kill anyone.. and only take the willing...




Belial, an ancient vampire, enjoying the young, frivolous crowd, walks towards the bar, ordering a shot of vodka and an empty glass. The music blaring, the bartender gives it to her. She pulls out a small flask, pouring a crimson liquid into it about half way, then pours the shot into it. Belial swirls it around in the cup to mix it, then drinks it. The bartender looks at her warily. "You know, we have that same drink. You should have said you were a vampire." Belial hisses at him in reply.




She then gets up, making her way to the dance floor, dancing with a handsome twenty-something year old. He has an ancient presence about him, an old soul... she thinks to herself.

noticing the atractive mistriss dancing next to him Link continues his prowl for another mind indulge in. his boredem screams silently through his head as the raving crowed of stupidity bigens to grow old in his mind, turning towards the new presence he feels the sence of wit and a little brain, maybe someone to challange his mind finaly

*sees him and raises him a twenty* oh right... *takes out a small tiny sword and throws it at hopstar*