You Might Not Believe In Me

Who: All those who go bump in the night
When: After 10pm
What: The Benefit
Where: The Hidden Door


Planning for an event like this usually took months, if not a year, or two. There were so many details to take into account, to organise. It wasn't something you just did on a whim. So, when the idea had struck her, it would have made more sense to have it pushed back, likely into the new year. However, it had seemed like a brilliant idea to host it at her new club, which was also scheduled to open tonight. In the end, it had made the most sense, the place had security like no other club in the city, and it was hidden away from human eyes. Just what they needed at a time like this. There would be no muggings, bombings, or general harm done to the patrons of this club. That was the goal. Parking was not permitted on the street. The guest were instructed to either have a driver escort them, or to take a taxi. Different times had been placed on the invitations, that way, there wouldn't be an absolute mob of people waiting outside to get in. That wouldn't be difficult to miss, and as little attention needed to be drawn to this event as possible. If word got out, and she suspected that it had, it always did, then this would be just where those human rights groups would want to hit. Imagine, all the supernaturals in the city, gathered in one location. It would be killing a flock of birds with one stone. That was why the place, the block, the street was crawling with weres, all policing the area, making sure that nothing odd was happening any where near the club. Thankfully, the wolves had a nose for trouble.

Benefits were old hat to Vivian, she threw them every so often, to raise money for the politicians the Visigoth owned, or for charity, or to tempt new investors. There was always a reason for one, but this time, it seemed more close to heart, than ever before. With the help of the EVC, the money that was raised tonight, would be the start to a companion for equal rights for all supernaturals. Not just vampires, it wouldn't be right for one race to make demands, and not also provide the others with a voice as well. Tonight was for all of them, which was why no one, aside from human occupants of the city, were excluded from the list. The list was an invisible one. It came down to a pair of weres posted at the front door of the textile factory. They would be able to smell what race was approaching, and all you would need was a nod of approval. However, there were going to be some supernaturals who brought along dates, snacks of the human variety, they would be marked, and carefully watched through out the night. If something happened, the supernatural they accompanied would be held responsible, and from what she heard, the EVC wasn't taking chances anymore.

"Have many guest arrived?" Vivian stood at the mirror of the ladies room, a female were posted at the door, decked out in the usual Visigoth fashion."A hundred, or so, Ms. Roth." The number was going to grow rapidly, and the Retro Mod themed club would begin to fill up. Originally, she hadn't known how to decorate the place, it had to be different from all of her other clubs, it couldn't be of the same design. Thankfully, the decorate that she so often worked with had an idea. The first had been to design in like an old hidden American Speak Easy club from the 1930's, back when it was illegal to serve alcohol in any establishment. It had been a fine idea, but the art deco lines had been too played out, too repeated in other places around Amsterdam. Vivian wanted something fresh, something that you wouldn't expect, or that would surprise you. So, the Mod lounge had been born. It was perfect, and she felt as though Andy Warhol, or James Dean would have been right at home inside the place. The bar was stacked with bottles, and glasses, the dinning area had food from the most lavish restaurants in all of Amsterdam. The dance floor was smooth, and inviting, the little stage set for the band that would be gathering on it in less than an hour. For now, Jaida's favorite demon dj was providing the place with atmospheric music to set the mood.

"It's perfect. Absolutely perfect." Smiling, she linked her arm with Dom's as the two strolled through the club. There old were would be her personal body guard for the night. Staying close to both she, and Jaida. "Are you impressed, Dom?" He gave his head a little nod, the corner of his mouth turned up just so. That was the most praise she was bound to get out of him, and she knew it. Still, it was better than nothing at all.

Who: Cat, Delphine, Felix, & Wes
What: Family Dinner
When: Dinner Time
Where: Venizelos home.

Delphine hadn't been paying attention to the news when Felix had called her into the living room of her small apartment that morning. She'd been busy making him pancakes, because she wanted pancakes, and he wasn't going to complain about it. The news was upsetting, but it was over in London, not in Amsterdam. She wasn't stupid, but she still had that feeling that the problem was far far away. After the statement was done, she picked up the remote and changed the channel. He didn't need to see that sort of stuff, not that way. Despite the fact that it had been a female were that had been attacked, she was more worried about Felix's well-being than her own. That was probably why she'd decided to take him home to her parents that night instead of keeping him. She'd left him alone a few nights ago and now felt guilty over it.

Later that day, both the kids were on the doorstep of the home. She had a bag tucked in the crook of her arm, with a bottle of wine in it. Mom probably already had some in the house, but it never hurt to bring extra. It especially didn't hurt when she could legally purchase it in this country. Europe was a wonderful place, not that she got shit-faced often. In fact, she preferred to not drink that much. For someone who enjoyed other people in control, she liked to be aware of herself and her decisions enough to witness the fruits of her labors.

Reaching down toward Felix, she straightened out his collar and smoothed his hair. She said she'd bring him back nice looking and she had to make sure she kept her word. He didn't look like a hobo, but it was a little naggy thing she did. Part of it was because she was his big sister. The other half was because it annoyed him. She ignored any fussing he might have done and rung the doorbell.

( Text sent to Delphine )