Immortality Bites

Esmee sat at a high bar stool, leaning her bony elbow against the wooden counter. Her cold, hard hand rested against her pale cheek, causing her expression to look bored. She wondered why she was here. This place was unappealing to her. It was dirty and distasteful.

Her gray eyes scrutinized the many vampires and humans around her. She found it amusing how the humans didn't seem to realize the immortal beings that danced and flirted with them. She studied a women as she came and sat at the bar stool next to Esmee. Her eyes grew wide when she took in the humans delicious scent. Her throat burned with hunger. All she wanted was to reach out and feel the woman's warm, pulsating skin under her longing touch. Her mouth watered in temptation. Oh, how she wanted to sink her fangs into her soft, creamy skin.

The woman caught eyes with Esmee and became exceedingly still. Her eyes grew wide in uncertainty. The hypnotic gaze of the vampire lured her in, but the women tried to fight against the pull.

A rough voice broke the tension between the two females. Esmee's head snapped towards the bartender that eyed her wearily. His hand held a small glass that contained a strong alcoholic beverage poured over ice. Esmee took the drink and took a sip from it, grateful that it temporarily stopped her hunger for the women that quickly left her side.

When the drink was finished she placed it hard against the bar top. She sighed heavily, reaching a hand up to her smooth forehead. She attempted to rub her headache away but she failed to do so. It gave her such a migraine to see all of these pathetic humans wasting their lives in a dangerous club when they could be doing much more progressive things. She was so jealous of their petty lives since all she wanted was to be normal again. Unfortunately death was her only way out now.

She shrugged to herself, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to mingle with people. She hopped off of the seat, only coming up to five feet and three inches when she stood up. She was a rather small girl, but she's actually very strong and tough under her innocent looks. She pursed her pink lips while running a hand through her silky, golden hair. Her eyes scanned the room slowly as she looked for someone to keep her company.

Charlie's self-admiration poured from his twinkling egotistical sapphire eyes. He was surrounded by an assembly of numerous groups of people, all being completely submerged in his delightful stories of world traveling and fine arts.

He was the man everyone knew. He charismatic charm appealed to men and women, young and and old. He knew it, and he flaunted it. Wherever he went, a crowd seemed to follow, eagerly trying to make themselves noticeable around his presence.

He would enthusiastically swing his head to the side, black locks of hair framing his lean face; women swooning over his handsomeness.
A sharp, friendly punch to an acquaintance's shoulder, and men would crave his strength and attraction.

He was the definition of perfection in his dictionary, and he embraced it. A little to much

Tonight was his night.

He stood pushed against a tight corner in Club Diebuk; a crowd of young mortal woman buying him alcoholic beverages by the second, and men offering to play a game of pool. He pretended to be amused by all the pathetic attempts, but mentally occupied himself with the game of pick and choose. He longed to quench his thirst for blood, and the abundance of tequila and wine didn't extinguish his lust for the sweet sanguine liquid that ran threw the veins of a mortals' neck.

Esmee strutted around the club, drink in hand, eying the numerous numbers of immortals and mortals alike. The music was drowning, vaporizing any voice reaching her ears. She enjoyed the beat, liking the way it made her forget about some of her blood lust.

She spent a lot of her time scrutinizing people, seeing if they were up to her standards. Of course, most of them were too much of lowlifes for her tastes.

Esmee made her way to the wall, which she leaned her back against. She crossed her pale, smooth arms, brushing them against her stylish black blouse. She donned herself in light blue jeans that had premade rips in them and black stilettos. Everything she wore was tagged with designer names. She only wore the best of clothes.

As she leaned against the wall, sipping at her strong drink. Her gray eyes traveled the crowd, coming around to a familiar face. Her eyes stopped on the handsome man that she had seen before. Her breath caught and her stomach dropped. After all these years she had found her sire. 81, long years and he stood only a few feet away from her.

The drink slipped right out of her frozen hand, glass shattering everywhere when it made contact with the hard ground. Her eyes were wide in disbelief as she stared at the man she once loved during her mortal life.

Falling down hurt. But hurting felt good for once. Numb from her pain, she dragged herself forward. Her mind was doing most of the willing. A deep cut ran down her right leg. A vampire wound. How lucky she was.

Sighing, Ryder opened her haunting silver-blue eyes to catch a glimpse of mortal women leaving a club. What fools. The stench of vampires made her reel, but she was exausted. Pulling open the door, she shoved past a red-head who was basically humping a man's leg. Disgusting.

Ryder knew she was catching stares. She couldn't blame the poor mortals. Her hair was windswept, wild and flowing around her face. Dressed in jeans and a white tank-top, she was limping, blood dripped down her right leg. She knew that most would catch on that she wasn't a normal person;if they were sober enough to figure it out.

She collapsed on a bar chair, and sopped up the blood with a napkin. "The strongest you have got." she told the bar-tender, wiping her pant leg. Nodding, the man brought her a strong smelling drink in a large glass. Throwing a 10 dollar bill at him, she poured some on her wound, then drank the rest. It would take a whole lot of this stuff to get her drunk.

Charlie peered above the bustling crowd around him. He could feel the sharp gaze of penetrating eyes burn right through him. His brows pulled inwards, a distasteful frown crossing his handsome face. The aromas' surrounding him were unpleasantly familiar. He carelessly pushed his way through the group of people praising his every word.
Bewilderment scattered across their faces, genuinely worried that they could be the reason he left.
Arguments began to rise, Charlie could hear the numerous mortal voices beginning to blame one another, making abrupt accusations for saying the wrong thing.

His ice blue eyes scanned the large crowded room, he could smell the scent of a bitter past love. He rolled his eyes as he saw a woman standing in the center of the dance floor, looking as if she was searching for a lost item.

He characteristically raised a friendly hand into the air, motioning her attention towards him. He strut through the numerous ravers, gently pushing them aside so he could walk by.

"Long time no see." he murmured in a flirtatious tone. He nervously placed his hands in the depths of his slacks pockets, while timidly making only slight eye contact with his past affair.

The aroma of an intruder began to intoxicate his senses, he looked at Esmee apprehensively, "Do you.. smell that?"

Ryder's sharp nose picked up the scent of a vampire. Great just what she needed. But she was enjoying herself. Besides, dieing is just what the doctor ordered in her case. Smiling, she turned, and saw a vampire male. Rolling her eyes, Ryder turned away, and finished her drink. "Another one!" she ordered the man, throwing more money at him.

She was tired, annoyed, and the buzz was slowly coming back to her brain. Licking her lips, she rested her head on the counter, and wiped the blood again, finally stopping the flow of the crimson liquid. Let the damn vampires come. She was tired of waiting for her death to claim her.

Esmee couldn't believe what was happening. Charlie had the nerve to actually walk over to her and act as if nothing had happened. She felt as if she could burst. She wasn't even sure what she felt. She felt hate towards this man for bringing her into a life she never wanted and then just ditching her. But, she remembered how she felt towards him when she was mortal, which lightened her hate only slightly. Because she did love him 81 years ago.

His voice sounded so familiar and beautiful that it made her knees want to give out. But, this time she would be wiser. She wouldn't give in to this handsome mans tricks. She snapped out of her inner babbling and plastered a scowl across her beautiful face. Some sort of emotion took over her when her hand raise to slap him hard across his face. The sound of their hard skin hitting made a loud cracking sound. She pulled her hand away and pressed her lips together in a fine line. She was about to explode.

"The nerve! You leave me alone for all of these years in a life that I NEVER WANTED! 81 years of never seeing you again, after you toss my soul away to hell. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! The whole time we were together, you were something I didn't know. ALL THESE LIES! And then you just... ruin my life. Just like that! As if you think you have the power to decide whats right for me. Why, I could just tear you to shreds and not care a bit!" Esmee said with such intensity. Her breath came in pants, tears nearly forming. "And then, you have the nerve to come up to me as if nothing happened. Asking me if something stinks! You disgust me."

Esmee had so many emotions running through her that she couldn't help but unleash it in some form. What she really wanted to do was pick up a chair and throw it at his sculptured body, but she decided she wouldn't cause a scene. So, instead, she slapped him across the face even harder for good measure.

She could feel her eye browns pinch together. Her eyes stung and her breath was short. She wasn't sure if she couldn't handle these cascading emotions that pushed against her.

His face was exposed of ultimate humiliation and bewilderment. He shook he head to the side trying to make his way into the conversation. He held his hands up, partly trying to calm her down, and mostly, protecting his face from her stalwartly, enthusiastic slaps.

Her vehement rambling made him want to dissipate- vanish into the shadows and wait for her to cool down. He looked around timidly, flashing nervous grins to the crowds of people passing by.
"She's fine.. Heh.. Heh." he choked out while contentiously turning his head to the side, making sure his fans weren't overhearing the ruckus. He could feel the unfamiliar emotion of embarrassment drown him completely. He couldn't manage the right words to use to slither his way out of this predicament, so he merely stood there befuddled by the swirling rage that enraptured him.

"Damn! Will you let me explain!" he finally shouted- his hands quickly clasping down on his agape mouth, "Just wait one bloody second!" his thick English accent rolled onto the floor as he stomped his feet one the ground. He cringed, afraid of another predicted slap to cross his face.. again.

"I'm serious. I'll explain, but.. Look!" he snapped while cupping Esmee's face within the palms of his hands, positioning it to the direction of Ryder.


occ; *Cough* No one saw that..

She heard the slap as if it was beside her. Ah, so the bloodsuckers were fighting. Oh goody. She turned, and faced the two. She was ready to face her death, in this godforsaken bar. She grinned at them, and gave them the finger. She was not the smartest in the world tonight.

Ice seemed to flit through her veins. She had met the other werewolf once. In the woods, the two had thrown down before finally settling the score. Ryder was on good terms with her, but she wished Luna was near her. She felt awful lonely for a werwwolf who liked solitary.

Ryder loved a good bloodbath, but she had the feeling the two vampires were just going to suck her dry, then toss her body somewhere. Huh. That wasn't exciting at all...

Esmee realized that she was making a scene and she wasn't sure if she like the idea of having the cold eyes of everyone placed upon her. She took a few calming breaths, hoping that the tears wouldn't spill over, making her look like a emotional fool. She thought that maybe if she looked in his eyes, everything else would just fade away. But, this was a bad idea. His blue eyes were enticing and they locked her into his steady gaze. But, when he spoke to her, she easily broke away from his hypnotic trance.

"What is there to explain? There is no excuse for what you did to me," she said more softly, yet she spat the words. Her eyes looked menacingly at his forehead, hoping to avoid eye contact. She didn't want to get lost in his eyes anymore than she already had.

When Charlie placed his hands on her face, most of her rage melted away. She felt at home, like she did in her mortal days. As much as she despised this man, he brought back lovely memories of the days before her wild blood lust controlled her. Regrettably, it all melted away when her eyes locked on a distinct figure. She breathed deeply, recognizing the fiend that shared the same air as her. She wanted more than anything to hiss at the creature.

When the disgusting mutt made an obscene gesture at her she could hardly contain herself. All of her anger from before rushed back to her, only to mix with the new rage that came from this beast. Esmee glared at the werewolf, showing the disgust she felt clear on her body.

Charlie huffed lowly under his breath, cursing at the fact he'd have to eventually explain why he so abruptly got up and left those many years ago. He decided to leave the poignant explanations for another time, and brush the grieving memories to the side, once again.

His head ticked to the side as he met eyes with the female werewolf. Her odor was repulsive, he could feel a large lump merge into the base of his throat, making him gag. He couldn't understand why she'd so willingly place herself in vampiric territory, only make her actions more vulnerable to severe consequences.

He curiously gazed back at the emotionally distracted Esmee. Thank god.
"So... should we just drag the dog outside?" he questioned while scratching the top of his head, black locks of hair falling to the front of his face.

As their eyes met once again, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sadness cascade over him. The ball in his throat began to swell; telling him it wasn't the smell that was causing this discomfort. He could feel his sapphire eyes begin to water,- yet briskly shook the immature feelings from his mind. He couldn't let his emotions conquer him at a crucial time like this.

At this moment, Esmee completely forgot about the fact that Charlie was right next to her. She didn't understand why she could care less about his presence when she hadn't seen him in so long. But, she guessed that it had to do with the fact there were was a loathsome werewolf in the same room as her.

His familiar voice snapped her back into reality. She looked over at him, meeting his eyes once again. But, this time she wasn't trapped in them. She saw a peculiar emotion cross his face. She didn't like the way it made her feel. All Esmee wanted to do was reach out and comfort him. She quickly pushed the blasphemy emotions away and focused everything on the retched dog.

"I'd be more than happy to," she said, her voice coated with a menacing tone. She normally wasn't such an angry person, but since she had such abnormal blood lust, all she wanted to do was fight her enemies.

Esmee made her way over to where the werewolf sat, heels clicking lightly against the hard floor. She stopped in front of the women, sneering at her. "Well, well. What do we have here?" She purred, letting a delicate hand reach up to stroke the woman's dark hair.

Ryder's hand went up to close over Esmee's. "Don't you dare, honey." she growled and stood up. The smell of the female vampire clogged her nostrils; yet the male's reminded of her adventures with Damian, and she almost lost her calm mask. But she eld it together, and gazed at the female vampire with her cold eyes.

"Look, I don't have all night, so let's get on with it. Drag me outside, drain me, then toss me. Got it?" she told Esmee, her voice gruff. Ryder stepped closr. "And, if I make you sick, just let him do it. You two make quite the pair." she growled, her face less than a nch from Esmee's.

Charlie looked at the two woman with a vacant expression plastered across his handsome face. He couldn't help but wish he could simply slither his way back to his adoring fans, and ignore the current tension between the two rivals. Why, oh why, did it always have to be him?

His dramatic egotistical thoughts came back to ground level when he heard Ryder's sarcastic remarks. He couldn't help but slowly roll his eyes and let out a loud grumble.
"Oh brother..." he mumbled while folding his arms across his broad chest, "How pathetic.. self pity is so distasteful." he moaned while turning his back towards the two females.

"Can't we just leave this dog alone? Her tail is already behind her legs." he huffed while placing his hand atop Esmee's shoulders.

Ryder was silent for a moment, then she turned her back to them, grabbed the beer she had been drinking from, turned, then smashed it over Esmee's head. Wow. She was really wishing for a beating, wasn't she? Sighing, she placed he remainder of the beer on the counter, climbed back on the stool, and faced them.

"Now, I have been trough hell and back, and all I ask of you is a pure, easy death. But no! You have to come and try to act like you are such a big thing, even though my soul is probably cleaner than yours, if you even have one. Don't get started on the whole "lost love" thing because, the truth is, it's pathetic and disgusting. If you really don't like him, then kick his ass out the door." she told them, mostly towards Esmee, but some towards Charlie.

Ryder massaged her temples, fought back the urge to puke at the scent of the female vampire, and closed her eyes.

Esmee tensed when the werewolf touched her pale, smooth skin. She wanted to sink he fangs in the retched beast. Unfortunately it didn't help her hate subside when she made a comment about her and the snob being a nice pair. She clenched her fists, which were tight at her side. Her teeth were clasped firmly together, grinding them.

And of course, it didn't help when Charlie touched her on the shoulder. Her whole body tensed, she wanted badly to throw someone across the room. She wasn't exactly sure why she was feeling so much hate. She was generally a nice person, always in a pleasant mood. But the fact that she hungered for human blood, there was a werewolf in her face, and that she encountered her past love after 81 years, didn't help much. Esmee had so much stress weighing down on her shoulders that she could just burst.

"Don't touch me, you pig," she hissed, grabbing his hand and shoving it off of her shoulder. She regained her poise and refocused herself on the mutt before her. Of course, when she did that, she felt a cascade of liquid pour over her. She sucked in a huge gust of air, muscles tensing all over. This wasn't going to end well.

She reached out her hands, grabbing roughly at the werewolves burning arms. She hated the way her putrid skin felt beneath hers. She focused all of her vampiric strength on a simple task of throwing her across the room, making her collide with numerous objects. It probably looked real bizarre how she was just able to pick her up and throw the women across the room like that. Esmee was a rather tiny girl, only coming up to the height of 5'3, but she was rather strong, nevertheless.

Ryder went flying, her 148 pound body smashing into the wall. Her leg began to bleed once again, and her head cracked back. The wolf inside her growled, and her eyes turned black. She let out a inhuman growl, her body changing, her clothes ripping, falling from her body. "Big mistake." she said, her voice sounding weird since she was nealry a wolf. In her wolf form, Ryder stood around 3 and a 1/2 feet tall, yet her fangs were canines were long, protruding from her mouth, nearly to her chin. Her black fur sprouted, covering her naked body in only half a minute. Her tail hung behind her in a thick brush, black and heavy. The same cold slver/blue eyes glowed from her head as in her human form.

She let out a snarl that sent the humans running. She circled Esmee, her eyes glowing with a wolfen look, yet they remained wary, human-like. Ryder knew she could not bring herself to attack Charlie; it would bring back to many memories. She snarled again, then lept.

She was aiming for the bar;not Esmee. Touching her paws briefly to the counter, she snapped back, latching her overly long canines on Esmee's bacl, digging her cat-like claws nto the vampire. Blood rushed into her mouth. Vampire blod. Yum.

Charlie ignored her rough compliment towards his touch and simply shrugged his shoulders. He had no time for such absurdity. He kept his back facing the two, casually staring off into the crowd, pretending his was observing something far more interesting than a bickering vampire and werewolf. His keen ears could hear something rather odd occurring in the background. He ceased his temptation to look over his shoulder, and continued to painfully stare away from the commotion.

Suddenly, his blue eyes widened in bewilderment as he watched Ryder fly across the room. His jaw hung to the ground as he slowly followed the the humorous scene of the werewolf crashing through the crowd. He could feel a cackle merge from his throat, but quickly masked it by covering his hand across his face.


Eden brushed through the scrambling fear-ridden crowd. His serpent like body coiled around the havoc that took place in the crowded room, his keen sense of smell pulling him blindly forward. His cold blue eyes snapped open, scanning the area, seeking the source of entertainment.
'Ahh.. found you."
He speculated the scene that took place only inches from him, a cruel smile curling onto his pale, blood stained lips. His lanky body slithered its way to the derivation of amusement. His bony elbow propped against the shaken bar counter, his hand rested casually in the palm of his hands.
"That's it?" he cackled wickedly while shaking his head is disgust.


Charlie took a few steps back.. his eyes remained as wide and fearful from before, "W-what the hell..Wait.. Who the hell are you?" he snapped while dodging his tense expression towards Eden's nonchalant frame.

He fearfully turned back towards Ryder, attempting to choke out a threat. "Uh..uh.." he stammered but quickly silenced his pathetic rambling.

Esmee felt the sharp pain that occurred when the werewolves teeth dug into her back. Yet, for some reason, the pain felt... good? Oh great, am I turning emo? Maybe it was just a nice release from all the stress that she carried on her small shoulders.

The small vampire started to back step, while having a wolf clinging to her back, towards the bar. She used all of her strength to pound the body into the counter, only to bring her elbow from her side and jab Ryder in the face with it. When the werewolf finally released her harsh grip, she stumbled forward. Her looked was complete disbelief as she took in the scared Charlie.

"You've got to be kidding me. You're just going to stand there?" she spat, feeling embarrassed for ever dating such a pansy. She rolled her gray eyes at him. She looked away, trying to regain herself. She looked horrible. She was drenched in beer and blood, not a very attractive mixture.

Esmee felt uneasy when she took in the creature that approached them. He was... odd. There was something off about his smell. He reeked of malkavian and werewolf. What was he... She got the chills just looking at him. But, that could be due to the fact that Ryder would probably attack her again any second. Her hair stood on edge as she aticipated more pain.

Ryder yelped as her muzzle bean to bleed. She fell, her paw hitting the ground. She stumbled, and fell. Blood rushed from her back. She could hear the beating of wings, the angels with black wings, coming to take her away. Yet, she found a hold, and stood. Hell, she was a werewolf. She had lived through the worst. Suddenly, the sadness hit her, making her reel. A wolfish tear slid down her face. Her mind went blank, and she hit the floor. Hard.

In the darkness, she saw the face..the face of her mother. She reached out, only to see a wolf paw in front of her. It morphed into a human hand, then back. Her mother's face faded, and Ryder was alone once again. She suddenly came back, sobing, tremblng, in her human form. Lying on the ground. Stark naked.

But she couldn't get hersef together. Sobs rocked her body, tears flowing freely from her eyes. She curled up, her head in her hands, not caring about the people, or the vampire that could kill her right now if she wanted to. She didn't care anymore.

Eden's eyes widened with utter disbelief, "Are you bloody kidding me?" he moaned while whipping his long pale arms across the table, half empty glasses of rancid alcohol crashing to the floor. His body crooked over the bar, hand thrown across his face. Loud malicious bursts of laughter poured from his foul lips.

"You let those two fools do this to you?" he quickly snapped, laughter coming to an abrupt halt. A harsh scowl crossed his face as he glided across the room towards Ryder. His snakelike frame bent awkwardly to the side, his arms swinging back and forth before he harshly threw his hand atop Ryder's hunched shoulders. Eden wasn't the most delicate thing in the world, nor did he try to be. His long nails embedded into her skin as he quickly snapped her upwards.

"Stop this, stop this, stop this." he spat profusely while shaking his head towards the ground. His sharp eyes snapped up, burning within her sorrow filled gaze. His arm tensed, muscles beginning to twitch rapidly. He stood there silently, looking as if he could swing his arm up and smash his fist into her face at any second.

Uncharacteristically, he spun around in a wide circle, facing the two vampires. A morbid grin splashed across his face as he gave a slight bow. "Ah, Hi there." he whispered under his breath while using his inhuman speed to make his way only centimeters from Esmee's bloodied face. His arm inched up, cold touch brushing against her face.
"Why don't you apologize to the sister of wolves?" he murmured in a harsh tone, tilting his head to the side.

Charlie stood motionless in the corner. His legs making slow steps backwards, trying to inch his way to the nearest exit. Any exit.

Esmee felt slightly uncomfortable when the strange man came exceedingly close to her. She wanted to lean back as far as possible. He was severely in her comfort zone, and she didn't like that. But, she shrugged it off. She didn't want anyone else attacking her. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot at the situation. Her hard shoe made a clacking sound against he hard floor. Pursing her lips, she scowled at the man. "Apologize? I didn't start this". God, how she wanted to go home, shower, and never leave her house again. This was just too much for her. "Maybe she shouldn't be sticking her nose in a place like this," she huffed. She didn't like all the hostility towards her.

From the corner of her gray eye she saw the frightened Charlie retreating. Oh. My. God. She wanted to slap some sense into this sorry excuse for a vampire. She rolled her eyes at him, feeling extremely annoyed. Looking back at the awkward man, she said, "excuse me for a second," in a slightly impolite tone.

She hurried herself over to where Charlie was, dripping wet from the blood and beer. She reached out and grabbed his arm hard, hoping to cause discomfort to him. "Don't you dare leave me here. You have a lot of explaining to do," she said through closed teeth. He wasn't going to walk out and her... again.

Ryder stood, her legs shaking, and went over to the bar, where her bag was sitting. "Stop staring, unless you want your eyes poked out!" she snapped at the bartender, pulling out a fresh pair of jean and tank-top. Pulling them on, she stared at the wall for what seemed forever, then turned to face Esmee. "I told you I wanted to die. You refused." she told the vampire quietly.

Slinging her bag on her shoulder, she made her way towards Eden, and murmured softly,"Thank you." Walking up to Charlie, she kicked him right where it should hurt. Turning to Esmee, she told her with a shaky, yet strong voice,"I kicked him in the ass for you, something you should have done yourself." With that, she walked past, stepping over fragments of glass, and opened the door. Lookin over her shoulder, she dipped her head slightly, and then she was gone.

Once on the street, she hadn't made it two feet before she slammed her fist on a brick fall, making herself bleed. God, what had she done to deserve this?

Charlie immediately keeled over to the side, his hands burrowed between his thighs. Though he was clinically dead, some things stayed the same. Such as... Pain, explicit pain in certain areas.

"You-You!!" he stammered while rolling to the side, "What the hell am I suppose to do when there is some psycho bastard breathing down my neck, and some she-bitch turning into dog form!?" he snapped while stammering to his shaken legs. His eyes quickly darted over to Eden, nervously adding in a quick, "Uh.. No offense."

Eden shrugged his shoulders and began to make his way to the door, following the beaten werewolf. Before his body disappeared through the exit, he popped his head back inside, "Do something like this again when I'm around, and I'll dislocate all of your joints from their sockets." he smiled while quickly dissipating into the darkness.

Charlie's jaw dropped as he looked over to Esmee as if she wasn't covered in battle wounds, "Can you believe that guy?" he croaked, his body giving a quick shudder at the thought of the strange man.

Esmee couldn't help but guffaw when she kicked Charlie where it hurts the most. She literally wanted to roll on the floor and laugh. Oh, how he deserved that one. She smiled, letting small giggles escape here and there. She watched the werewolf leave the establishment, glad that she wasn't going to get torn to bits anymore. But, the strange hybrid was still there lurking.

Eden's threat came off as excessively skin crawling. She normally would shake something like that off, but the way he said it, made her want to run away from his menacing stature. She shivered as he left, glad that there would be no more werewolf vs. vampire fighting. Hopefully.

"B-believe him? Him? you've got to be joking," she said, dumbfounded. "Have you been hiding under a rock the past few minutes? Oh.. that's right you WERE." Esmee huffed, wanting to slap him for the 4th time today. God, how he infuriated her. She took a deep breath to calm herself. "I was fighting a werewolf in the middle of an open club and all you can think of is yourself the entire time. Sometimes I wonder how I even dated you. It was obviously a huge mistake on my part," she started to pace back and forth, feeling utterly disgusting. She stopped, looking down at herself. Esmee reached a hand up to her golden blond hair, trying to tame it from it's wet, tangled mess.