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Carmandy snarled a little when the other didn't say nor do anything. He leaned a tad closer to Rapheal, cocking his head to the side a little.

"You have no idea how wanted you are by my kind." he said with a dropped voice.

Carmandy pulled back once again, a smirk spreading on his face. "Course, most would kill you." he said with a bit of a laugh.

He pulled away, freeing Rapheal from the pin. He had given just enough to leave the other male curious, and was through playing cat and mouse. If Raph wanted to know more about what it all meant, he would follow. Carmandy turned on his heels, leaving the other male behind, trekking down the street at a fairly slow pace.

Carmandy knew the other wouldn't be able to resist following. He smirked and allowed his arm to slip, locking hands with the other male. He then proceeded to walk, tugging Rapheal around, swinging their arms gingerly.

"It is easy for anyone of us to sniff you out. Only because we live by feeding on people. We can figure any blood time from any person." Carmandy began, stopping and turning his head to face Rapheal. "Yours is rare." he added.

Carmandy began leading the other along the street once more, swinging their arms together again. "Well, if you want to be vague about it, yes." he replied to Rapheal's inquiry of what he was. Carmandy had always preferred to describe himself as some other sort of being, only because Vampires were over rated, thanks to all the literature and movies.

Carmandy stopped again, tugging Rapheal back a tad. But only because they were at a four way stop and had to wait for traffic. Only once he continued across the street, he spoke up again. "It can be, though most are too stupid to bother. To many, blood is blood. But they're young. Us older ones seek out the rarities. And will fight for them if we have to." he explained.

It occurred to him that he was unaware of where they were even going. Just wandering the streets really. And it was probably only nearing midnight or one am. So there was no real destination yet.

Carmandy chuckled under his breath. "More than likely because he was horny. Figured he'd lure you in, have fun, and kill you later." he replied.

He attempted another step before realizing that Raph had stopped. He turned his gaze to the male, looked around, then back again. "Nowhere in particular. Why?" he asked. He hadn't bothered to think of that detail, partially because He didn't really think going anywhere in particular was important. Than again, it was cold outside. Not that he even realized that.

Carmandy stopped to think a moment. He had forgotten that humans felt the changes of the weather. His hand slipped from Rapheal's while he pondered. He did have somewhere they could go hide out, but he needed the password. What was it? If he could only remember that one thing, They'd have a place to go.

A moment later, his hand closed around Rapheal's again, pulling the male along. He pulled Raph back through the streets until he found the same alley he had started the night at. "Keep Quiet." he ordered, knocking on the door. The same large man as before opened the door and demanded the password. Carmandy pulled his hand away from Rapheal's, pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, scribbling a word on it without letting Raph see. He handed it to the man, who nodded in reply and pocketed the page. "Good to see you remembered, Mandy."

Carmandy growled a bit, showing that he wasn't fond of being called that. He then grabbed Rapheal again and pulled him inside. "Better?" he asked, though he was still bitter about being called a girl's name, and it showed in his tone.

Carmandy shook his head. "Nope. Never bothered me much." he answered, dragging Rapheal to a couch. The others in the room were staring, but he didn't care. Carmandy let go of Rapheal's hand and dropped onto the couch. "Anything you want?" he asked, not bothering to say much anymore. He wasn't in the mood. It would take something extraordinary to sweeten his current mood.

Caether, the Vampire


In another part of the private club, the young blond rockstar sat, sipping on a strawberry dacqueri. His name was Caether. He had messy yet placed blond hair, that would occasionally fall in front of his hazel eyes. When that happened, he would take a second to swish his head, tossing it back behind his head, then would sip his strawberry drink again.

It was during one of those moments that he spotted something new enter the small private club. He twisted his lithe waste, tucking his hair behind his ear with his fingers. His hazel eyes lingered on the new male, the scent of the man's unique blood reaching his sensitive nose.

Caether knew the red head with him, of course. Carmandy Creevey. Caether quirked a brow, wondering why the strange male was following Carmandy around like a lost pup.

Caether wondered if he would get his chance. Not that he was afraid of Carmandy. He just despised the stuck up drunk. And he wanted to investigate. Caether sat back down and sipped his dacqueri some more, keeping an eye on them. Not even thirty seconds after Caether finished his strawberry drink, Carmandy said something to the male and skittered off toward a back room with a lucky female.
There was his chance.

Caether headed to the bar first, ordering not one, but two more dacqueries. He then casually made his way to the strange (and now alone) male with a bit of a swing in his hip.