Who: Erik and Dean What: Oh hello, vampire and hunter! Where: 13 Night Club in southern Manhattan When: Tonight Warnings: Grumpy vampire, hissy human. Prolly some swearing, little bit of blood, nothin' more.
Erik had been receiving very few approving responses from the board of new arrivals, but he wasn't daunted. Day walkers thought they were humans fangs and extended life, and most of them were far beyond young, in his opinion. And every single one of them didn't realize that what he spoke was the truth - there was no social structure to be heard of in vampire society here, and that never bodes well in any reality, at any time period.
He settled himself into his plush leather chair on the second floor of the night club, which gave him a great view of the entire floor, as well as easy access to the first floor and rooftop, should he need to go and intervene or mingle with celebritantes. He had out his blackberry and was adjusting his financial assets to make way for a major overhaul of the nightclub while still keeping it open for business, and that's when That Feeling came to him.
Perhaps it was all his many years of being a vampire, or an instinctive paranoia that kept him on his toes, but Erik actually could smell the scent of something other than fear, awe, and the usual nightclub pheremones. He could smell rage. He pocketed his blackberry and looked aloofly through the second floor to see if he could spot the human who dared to come to his club to pick a fight.