A Stranger, Mik/ ?

[Mikhael]

Places like this weren't normally to his tastes.

Loud, obnoxious college students trying so very hard to be different. Lost. Lonely; thinking that the yards of lace,vinyl, and black cloth made them unique and 'deep'.

The only thing that could be considered deep would be the void sitting on top of their necks. Hell, he wouldn't even bother to 'hunt'...if you could consider some teeny-Goth baring old bite scars on their throats appealing. They all tasted like white-out foundation and lipstick; wax figures with movement.

Slinging back the shot of bourbon in hand, he grimaced slightly,waving at the barmaid for another. She leaned over to offer a very nice view of decolletage while pouring his shot...and by the glances she was shooting,well, maybe he'd get a free meal afterall. But that was for later...

The club was neutral ground; No magic. No supernatural displays. No violence unless 'encouraged'...thus was the fun of wards, and why he was slowly getting piss drunk waiting for 'nothing' to walk in the door.

[Serene]

Serene was, admittingly, bored out of her mind. She had had a long night talking to the local Alpha- the normal things. Met his...darling?...daughter.
'He's got a handful with that one...' Serene thought, smirking slightly. The younger woman certainly was feisty.
Sliding onto a stool near the bar, she furrowed her brow at the source of a familiar aura. Signalling to the bartender for a drink, she recieved a view of the woman's chest that she hadn't exactly planned on...Apparently this one went both ways.

[Mikhael]

Mikhael grimaced a bit,exhaling loudly as he set the shotglass back on the bartop. ' Five bucks for this shite, and it's fuckin' turpentine.', he thought,waving for another. It might have been cheap, but after clearing off half the bottle on his own in the past hour, it was still effective. Though...he couldn't be that far gone to get a sense of power crawling up his back. "Shit...",he breathed,looking up to only find the rearview of the Barbie of a barkeep...which was not who he expected to find,' Though not a bad view either...'

[Serene]

Serene idly swirled her drink, staring at the amber liquid in quiet consideration. If she was right about the aura, it meant that he was back in town, and meant that there might be an unhappy Kota in the near future.
'Should be...interesting.' Serene thought, 'Though, I wonder...Now that she's under my care...'

[Mikhael]

He looked back down at the empty glasses in front of him,shaking his head a bit to clear it. There was no possible way...,but on looking up again, he did not get an eyeful of Blonde&Busty, but of Pale and Petite. " Fucking hell..."

Mikhael knew he was in Serene's town, but he hadn't meant to havea reunion so soon.

[Serene]

Serene heard the oh-to-lovely "fucking hell" and immeditately knew. Yep, it was him. No doubt about it.
With a sigh, she glanced in his direction, eyebrow quirked.
"Welcome back."

[Mikhael]

Mikhael cringed inwardly at the greeting...it was steeped in annoyance. Not a great way to start off a meeting of sorts, but he was god with improv. Usually.

Swiveling on the barstool, he gave quite the performance; expression of mild shock sliding into an easy grin. She'd see through it, but trying never hurt.

" Figured we'd run into one another eventually, Kit...Just, not so soon."

That Serene hadn't tried to fry his brain on-sight for high-tailing it out of town last time boded well, didn't it?

[Serene]

Serene raised an eyebrow at his 'performance'. Did he think she was stupid or something? That was just a tad transparent, there, sir.

"What brings you back?"

Yup. Be direct and to the point. Maybe get some straight answers. If not, well, there were other options...

[Mikhael]

Leaving his perch down the bar, Mikhael sidled up to lean against it near the Master vampire. He was keeping a neutral expression, considering that Serene's question had to be answered. She'd know if he was lying,which he hadn't planned to do....at least not directly. But he wouldn't betray his own Clan either...Though sometimes, I wonder why.

She seemed annoyed,but he couldnt blame her. Truth was considered important enough to kill over, but delivery made all the difference. "Cut to the chase, I get it. But don't get into a strop over it,yeah? You knew I'd been running just like she was, but she fucked up, and I fucked off." Well, that wasn't what he'd meant to tell her,but it could be addressed later. Maybe. He exhaled an unneeded breath in irritation,fumbling for a pack of cigarettes in his jeans. The process of light,inhale,expell was fluid, and when he looked back at her,Mikhael's face wasstill impassive, " Came to tell you there's something going down in this podunk little city. Prophecy."

[Serene]

Serene wanted to hiss at him to his comment about Kota, but restrained herself to a low, dangerous growl. "You mean mine?"
Listening to him, watching the ever-elegant way he inhaled, she turned towards him. Narrowing her eyes some, she watched his body language for any idea of him trying to lie to her. She wasn't going to be so impersonal to slip into his mind...yet.
"What type of prophecy?"

[Mikhael]

Green eyes flared for a moment when he glanced up from his cigarette, though it was definitely not a trick of lightning. Blowing smoke aside, Mikhael leaned in close enough to scent the other vampire. He barely refrained from growling at Serene while he settled back into his sprawl against the counter, one answer he didn't want gained.

"As for this prophecy, you know...typical. Except for the multiracial slash dimensional bloodbath that going to have to go down because of it," he paused to finish off his cigarette, before adding," ...and since when are you Blooded to my sister? And I didn't even get an invite to the reception?" Snark,yes. But he couldn't help the chill that seeped into his voice.

[Serene]

"You weren't there." She simply responded, her own tone as cold as his. "Your coven," Serene said in disgust, "decided to take things a bit too far. In my territory."

Perhaps that should be enough explanation.

"What else do you know about this prophecy?"

[Mikhael]

Stubbing the butt out in the nearest ashtray, he waved down Blondie with his free hand up to signal two. At Serene's reply,he chuckled darkly,turning to look back at her," Touche,luv."
Mikhael wasn't terribly shocked to find that his clan (namely their leader) had pulled another idiotic move...especially in Serene's neck of the woods.

On the arrival of their drinks,a dark burgandy the place thought vamps were partial to and he secretly loathed, Mik cringed and slapped down a few notes fot them. He took a long draught anyway before continuing on...he and Serene could solve the petty shit later. " Yeah, prophecy. I have a copy of the translation where I'm staying, but basically? We're all screwed. Some nit managed to decipher a text from who-knows-when that talks about the ultimate clash of power. Factions on all sides are cropping up saying that their society shall be the Chosen...blah blah blah,"he trailed off with a wave of one beringed hand while lifting his glass to finish it off with the other.

[Serene]

Serene let out a breath, taking her drink and downing the rest of it in one shot. Ordering three more shots, she put down money and drank them in seconds.
"Fuck."

That was pretty much how to sum it all up, wouldn't you think?

"May I have a copy?" Yes, Serene was being...polite. "Your room is still open, by the way."

[Mikhael]

Mikhael snorted at the little display, mildly impressed at the rate she kocked them back," You're lucky we metabolize that pisswater quickly,"he replied, slugging back his own shot,exhaling noisily," But yeah. 'Fuck' about sums it up."

This impasse was getting a little strange, considering the hospitality offered. Yet another mild shock for the evening. Lips tilting in a smirk,he watched her intently for signs of deception," I'd say, not as of yet, and are you trying to keep an eye on me now?"