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When: March 12th. Shortly after the "This One Goes Out To" curse.
Rating: R, just to be safe.
Characters: Rido Kuran [council_king] and Karl Fei-Ong [worldofourown].
Summary: A chance encounter between two vampires. A recipe for future disaster.
Log: 

It's like a hallucination. The City is lit up—irradiant in the darkness. Suffused with new smells and brilliant colors. Snatches of sound fill the air. Everything is an overlapping, head-pounding cacophony. Walking the streets, Karl is dizzy. His senses were sharp before. But never like this. The sudden dislocation makes it doubly disorienting. Gone is his white cell. Gone is the juddering music, subsumed by a buzz of flourescent lights. Instead, the new scenery assaults him like an explosion of fireworks.

Vivid. Dazzling. Nearly sickening.

God. My head.

It must be that Diety's trick . His 'payment', for blinding Solomon of his escape.
 
The bastard...

Shakily, Karl wanders the Underground. The cool night air tastes of freedom. Inhaling, he tries to clear his mind. He's escaped, at least. He can have what he wants. Find his Saya. And till then...

Till then, he can ease this terrible disorientation.

His glimpses a building beyond. The white sign reads: RAVEN. It radiates a hynotic aura. Darkly decadent. Bloody. Music pours in sweet vibrations through its doors. People traverse in and out like brightly-dressed meals.

Perfect.

Karl's moves in. His night-vision makes everything sparkle. Forcibly, he wrests his attention to one basic need. 

Food.

Before long, he'll have a terrified human body in his arms. Drink his fill of delicious living blood.
 

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[council_king]

Back in the deeper recesses of the Raven, Rido Kuran has taken over one of the club's more private alcoves. The underground afforded him certain 'comforts' that would go unheeded by the City police. And in his arms at that moment was a particularly tasty young waitress who although not quite enough to distract him fully from his boredom, was better than nothing.

Here his senses could be filled with the deafening beat of the music, and the cloyingly thick scent of alcohol wet on the breath of it's patrons. Bodies and lights flickered and danced in his peripheral vision. And his fingertips brushed along the warmth of his companion's arm as memories flooded his mind of a 'dinner party' that he'd once held. There too, a woman had been in his arms, although she had been far less eager and willing. How he missed that moment of breathing in her fear.

The vampire's mismatched colored eyes slid to watch the dancers off in the distance, just as his body took over. His mouth slid across her throat, arms pulling her more tightly against him. She'd have to die of course... he had no need of a lovestruck vampire following him around. But it was no matter, she'd be back to work in a day's time, not too much the worse for wear.

In his current state, lazily losing himself to his environment. The Pureblood disregarded any sense that another vampire had entered the club. It was a common thing anyway, and they were rarely ever worth his notice.

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As he steps into the club, his mind feels like it's melting.

Sensation after sensation bursts though him. Everything superimposed and supersaturated; aromas and music more vibrant than visuals, all burgeoning, snowballing-- a mad delirium.

Teeth gritted, Karl moves through the corridor. His face twitches into a glower, eyes going bright red with concentration. The club's flashing lights made his skin vibrate. The music judders like a hammer to his skull. The entire place smells like dinner. And he is starving. Two laughing girls brush past him, the heat of their bodies seeping into him. Near the dancefloor, some man presses up against him, sticky, reeking of alcohol; a voice whispers in his ear, You dealing the X man?

Growling, Karl elbows him out of the way.

Dammit.

This was a stupid idea. All the melodies, the sights and scents are an overwhelming salvo. His mind can't absorb them. He wants to slither free, like a snake shedding its skin.

Need somewhere quiet.

Somewhere dark.

Hurriedly, he moves upstairs. Less people. Less chaos. Even here, the darkness seems lit up bright as day, everything vividly delineated to his vision. He can see the sparkling earrings on the woman in a corner. See the cigarette ash speckled across a nearby man's coat. He almost tastes the tart fruity drink he downs, throat moving in slow gulps.

Out of the corner of his eye as he stumbles along, Karl spots two lounging figures. A man, and a woman. The latter is a sweet little morsel. But it's the man who catches his attention. In the colored lights, he cuts a dramatic figure. Tall and darkhaired. Pale. And his eyes...

Strange.

His eyes are two different colors.

Recognition blooms. He's seen this man before. He knows his name.

"Rido.... Rido-sama...?"

[council_king]

It takes him a moment to respond and to reluctantly pull his mouth away from the girl's throat. The intruder was either very brave or very stupid to bother him.

Laying his head in the crook of his companions neck, the Pureblood gazes intently at the man before him. At least he had some semblance of manners, and in a place like this, even the slightest attempt at courtesy was monumental.

"... that's right."

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At the Pureblood's look, Karl stiffens.

So much disdain and disapproval there. It makes him recall faraway moments, when Amshel would glare at Karl for interrupting his speeches. More private moments too. Such as when he'd walk in on Solomon together with Diva. That contemptuous sneer that'd cross his Queen's face. As if he were a mongrel intruding in a spotless garden.

Karl shakes it off.

Stop it.

He meets Rido's gaze evenly, noting the sparklepoints in his red-blue eyes. Surreal eyes. Those of a predator. The girl on his arm pouts at the interruption. Karl spares her a brief glance. Such a variety of information to be garnered, just by inhaling the air near her. She smells of vodka and orange-rind perfume and a hint of sweat. He can hear her pulse trumming beneath the music's percussive drumbeat.

For a split-second, Karl imagines how he could tear her throat out at just the right spot, so her blood would spurt like a red fountain into his mouth...

Don't.

He needs to leave. He's clearly intruded on a private moment. (Although, if they were particular about privacy, they could've easily slipped someplace else.)

Aloud, he offers a smile. Half-apologetic, half-cocky.

"Pardon me. I didn't mean to interrupt."

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"No~?" The Pureblood's mouth quirked into an amused smile, not missing the distracted look of hunger in Karl's gaze towards the girl.

"Karl, isn't it... were you let out? Or did you escape that leash of yours..."

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"Yes. That's right. Karl."

The music is making his brain bubble. And the bloodlust is terrible. It suffuses his every thought, even as the whole club tilts and twirls in a dizzying wash of color. He focuses on Rido instead. On those strange mismatched eyes. With his intensified senses, he can see every red and blue striation.

In the dimness, his own eyes are bright red.

"'Let out'? Hardly. One has to take their freedom." His smirk deepens. "And I did. From right under my captor's nose."

That was one triumph in his deal with the Diety.

And the second would soon follow...

Saya.

I'll have you soon enough.