Who:Jared Nomak & Deacon Frost What: Confrontation When: Evening after learning of Deacon and Faith Where: Some Club Rating: TBD Jared had a lot of things bouncing through his skull, a lot of it pissing him off to the point of homicidal thoughts. His mind was focused on one thing and that was confronting Deacon. The infected vampire tracked his scent to one of those clubs that people weren’t human or at least wanted to be more then human and the music was down right painful on the senses. Jared was not a fan of clubs or crowds, especially when the crowd stinks of vampires. But they were unimportant; he only wanted to see Mister Frost. He swallowed up his disgust to ask about his quarry from one of the countless patrons, who pointed in the direction he could locate him. He nodded and stalked off to find him, of course some vampires didn’t take to his inquisitive nature about a fellow vampire. They suspected he was some kind of slayer come to ice Deacon. The security stepped towards him, a hand reaching out to block him “I’m sorry sir but I will have to ask you to leave…” Jared didn’t reply by words actually he dropped his hand on the male’s wrist and a sickening snap echoed as he broke his wrist. He sneered leaning in to whisper in his ear “Don’t touch me…” Without acknowledgement he stepped over him and called out angrily “DEACON!” This was not going to be a social call that was for sure.