Who: Elizabeth Bathory and Vlad Dracula, later Chernobog and Saint Sebastian What: Reuniting and Expanded Horizons When: Sunday, March 13th, late night Where:Employees Only, West Village Warnings: TBD
Elizabeth had never known her nerves to get the better of her, not unless it had to do with him. He had once been the shadow that crept through her windows at night and even now, with so much time and space between them, he could still make her feel the same tremble of anticipation at the suggestion of his name. But she had perfected a sort of cold aloofness, a look of disinterest coupled with an exquisite sense of herself and her own virtues. It was far easier to concentrate on those things - vain as they were - than the thought of him. She also knew how to drag forth his own begrudging favor and if the look on her face said that she had nothing invested in this, then the precision with which she put herself together would speak the truth.
Neutral ground was a concept that they had wildly differing takes on, and that was why she chose the spot for their first meeting after nearly a hundred years. A restaurant in a fairly trendy part of the city, all art deco and dim lights. It was perfect, for tonight at least, as the vaguely golden hue of room shone off her hair - twisted loosely up off her neck with strands of haphazard curls framing her face - and her dress - red. Rather than taking a table, she found a place at the bar and laid her coat over the seat next to her, purse laid across her lap, and ordered a drink while she waited. The bartender smiled like he knew something, and Elizabeth ignored him. Instead, she focused her attention on the door. She wanted to be the only thing he saw when he walked in.