Serena meeting someone new.

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Cicero: Cicero has been rather restless lately with his sister. He has not yet had a reunion with her and it will be coming up soon. He is angry with her because of what had happened in the past but deep inside he still cares about her. But this restlessness and debating within him makes him leave every night searching to keep his mind busy. Tonight, he is wearing his black leather jacket on top of a white tank-top. Contrasting with his chestnut hair that has been oiled and slicked a little to one side. His dark blue jeans rippling in the wind as he passes by cars, riding with the intent to get somewhere specific. His black boots pressing firmly into the peddle he uses to switch gears on his motorcycle. His brown hues glancing at each car that he passed by. Even though his eyes were exploring, his mind was fixated on his sister. Each passing moment made his irritation rise higher and higher because he can't seem to get some relaxation. However, it became obvious that he was almost to his destination because he had switched gears. Slowing the speed of his ride as his eyes began searching the nearby buildings rather than the cars. What is he looking for? Then he found it, turning his motorcycle up into an alley next to a club and pulled into a parking spot. His foot slamming the kickstand down so that he does not have to keep his bike up with his arms. He sat up and pulled his phone from his pocket. Does he want to message her? No. Not yet. He shook his head before sliding it back into his front left jeans pocket. He walked casually around the side of the building until he locked eyes with the bouncer. Giving him that confident smile and raise of one of his eyebrows. "Is Bradley here?" The bouncer shook his head. "Away with his assistant for business. Head on in." followed up with unhooking the chain across to let Cicero through. He made his way inside the club and instantly was taken back. Always is, by the beat of the music thrumming against his chest. The beautiful lights serenading the room and the individuals all there to either party or find a victim for some fun. He was not ready to hunt someone down, yet. So he had stridden over to the bartender and sat down. "I do not know what I want yet. I will get back to you." he stated to let the bartender know. Shifting in his seat to face the dance floor. Those brown, predator hues of his scanning each and every patron until someone catches his interest.

Serena: Earlier that evening, the female had entered the club due to suggestions of the locals. It had been some time since she had been in Louisiana. Let alone New Orleans. Her light ocean strands were tied up into a bun upon her head. A light silver blouse that flowed against her figure while the sleeves hung over the sides of her shoulders, exposing her bare neck and shoulders. Accented by the onyx slacks on her slender yet curvy figure. Coal leather heeled boots could be seen underneath the slacks. No makeup, not seeing the need for it since she didn't wish to impress anyone. Unsure of what she was there, but she did have to admit, the music entranced her soul. A sigh pushed passed her pale lips after taking a sip of her red wine. Serena was never a liquor fan, she always preferred savoring a fine wine.  Crossing her lengthy legs over one another, she would let her caramel irises look around the establishment to get an overview of the crowd. Too many humans for her taste. Though that was to be expected, especially in this town. Over the years, she hadn't met many of her kind and those she had met had long sense vanished. Quite literally in some cases. They wanted a normal life and went into the sunlight, only to be burned by it's shinning light. It was a beauty yet a curse to be a vampyre. Having spent most of her youthful existence in France, Paris to be exact; to say she was pampered would be an understatement. Though once she hit her adult years, she traveled to the states. Oh her first day in Louisiana was a day she wouldn't forget. Meeting the very creature that would take her humanity away from her. Erik. A sadistic, manipulative, man that adored tormenting her innocent mind. No matter, that was many many years ago. Flashing back to the present with a shake of her skull, the young vampyre finished her wine before delicately placing the glass on a oak table next to her. Lounging on a couch in the back of the building, overseeing the dance floor and bar. "Let's see where the night will take us." She whispered to herself.

Cicero: Cicero was not expecting to see what he was about to find out. He was prepared for an average night, finding some target to bring home to his house. Play some games and get his entertainment out of her before letting her go. However, after a minute of searching did his eyes fall upon a woman who was lounging on a couch. His eyes squinted as he immediately took notice of that bare neck of hers. Making his way over towards her with careful maneuvering through the crowd. Once he reached a certain distance from her, he would sit upon a couch nearby to her. His own brown hues glancing from her to the crowd to get a feel of what she might be looking for. However, something odd is about her. He can not quite place it but she does not seem to be a simple woman sitting in this club right now. He will find out sooner or later. He leaned back into his seat before he spoke out to her. "Weird." is all he stated while he sat there within ear distance of her. Considering he is basically sitting across from her, it would seem that he was saying it to her. But what was he referencing when he said that simple one-word greeting.

Serena: A simple chuckle came from her throat after she had closed her eyes. She knew someone had came closer to her but kept their distance. The single word that was spoken out only confirmed it. Being able to tell what gender it was by the tones in the voice, indicating it was a male. She'd open her hues to lock her gaze with his. "Weird? I guess that is a word for it." The subtle hints of her french accent coming out as she spoke. Uncrossing her legs and lifted to her feet, gracefully inner locking her digits around her wine glass in her grasp. Holding it near her chest and smirked. He didn't smell like a human. Perhaps her senses were playing tricks on her tonight. Gentle strides guided her back to the bar, as she looked to the bartender with a mischievous smile. "Encore un verre de vin, monsieur." (Another glass of wine, please mister.) Speaking in her native tongue and placed the glass on the table with a swift gesture. Moving her right hand into her pocket of her slacks to pull out cash to pay the gentlemen including a tip. The bartender smiled and had poured her the same red wine from before. "Merci." Serena thanked him as she shifted back on her heels to head back to the same couch she was at. Not wishing to be rude and leave the man behind completely in the dust. Though the vampyre grew curious of the other. "Weird, how, monsieur?" Taking a seat on the couch, crossing her legs once more. Soon after she slowly sipped on her wine, waiting for a response from the male.

Cicero: He instantly caught a whiff of that french accent in her voice. His eyebrows furrowed a little before she had decided to go to the bartender. When she had done so, his eyes never left her. Just following her as she went along and paid for another round of her wine. At that point, he was getting a better angle of seeing what she looks like rather than just from the front. Of course, those brown hues of his had locked back onto her own eyes when she turned around. Returning to him with a graceful walk to her seat. When she had asked him how, a sly smirk appeared on his face. Turning his attention to the crowd. "It is weird that people will come to a club seeking fun and games but that is not what they actually want. They want to feel wanted and noticed. They are almost like cattle. Following each other around never making decisions for themselves but instead following the footsteps of someone else." He shook his head some before looking back at her. "What do you think, miss-?" he left it open ended as if he was asking for her name. (E)

Serena: Oh that sly smirk of his...It only peeked her curiosity, oh so much more. As he explained while looking at the crowd, it almost sounded like poetry. Though he was right. Chuckling again, she'd smirk herself while placing her glass down on the table next to her once more. "Serena." She politely answered before pausing at his question. Thinking deeply, she'd sigh and look out into the crowd herself. "Such cynical people. Always looking for a new game to play, yet when it doesn't go their way, they don't alter their moves. Oh no. Forbid they change their tactics, no, they stop it all together. Its pitiful really." Her words having a hidden bite to it.  Stopping again, Serena laid back on the cushion and shook her head. "Honestly, they are too far in their heads to make such decisions. They rather let others do it for them...Humanity is such a fickled thing." Closing her gaze for a moment before composing herself. Her seriousness was soon washed out with yet another chuckle. "I am not here for such games. I am only here for the wine, and perhaps good conversation. That is all. Now if things happen to favor other arrangements, then who am I to deny it." Opening her irises to fix upon him. "What are you here for, monsieur-?" Waiting for his name in return.

Cicero: Serena? What a peculiar name. Fascinating to be sure. He sighed softly while looking out at the crowd. Listening to her own take on the topic. Of which, gave away more information to him. His eyes traveled to her when she began talking about changing their tactics if things do not go their way. After a minute of listening, quietly as she has now caught his interest even more so. Humanity is such a fickled thing. This caused him to smile wide but squint his eyes at her. The way she said it? Something seems to be off? He sat back in his seat and chuckled at her reasoning for her presence. However, he responded in kind. "Cicero. I am here because this is my personal...playground," he remarked playfully. He sat a little closer towards her and tilted his head at her. "Where did you come from Miss Serena?" he asked curiously. He is about to test something soon at this point. She seems...different and it is bothering him.

Serena: His personal playground? This caused her to raise her eyebrow with a wicked smile of her own. Watching him sit a little closer to her and tilt his head at her, she looked at him from the corner of her eye for a moment. Once he asked his question about where she came from, her smile went from wicked to genuine. "Paris, France." Shifting her gaze back to the crowd as her mind went to her home. The little cottage she had on the country side. Where she did her paintings and sang for her family in her youth. 'Qué vendrá' was her favorite song. For a quick moment, her eyes glassed over to where she was just staring into distance. ( https://youtu.be/lOKzODK4-oo What she sounds like) "Qué vendrá, qué vendrá. Yo escribo mi camino. Sin pensar, sin pensar. Dónde acabará..." Once she realized that she was singing, she shook her head and looked at him with more seriousness. "What about you, monsieur Cicero?" How was he able to pull this part of her out? Was he a witch? No, he was far too slick for that. Perhaps a vampyre like herself? After all these years, had she found her own kind? Now she was intrigued. Fixing her frame to be completely facing him. He'd be able to soon see a hidden fire in her caramel irises. One that danced it's tango within her. As if to entice him.

Cicero: Oh. He could have perhaps been able to predict her answer to what he had asked. However, he knew that just because she had the accent does not mean she was from France specifically. There are quite a few places that speak french and have french descendants. His eyes fell upon her eyes when she began singing. Some kind of song? She must be reliving a memory of some sort. He only listened and he was implementing what she sang to memory so that he can call upon it or think about it at another point. For now, he leaned back in his seat until she returned to reality. That sly smirk of his ever remaining on his face. He is amused that he was able to get her to be so open. "Me? Rome. I am from Rome." he remarked. He hides his Russian accent rather well at times like this. But he normally speaks with that accent. "I-" his voice cut short when she stared into his own. He could feel it now radiating from her like a storm on the horizon. His eyes squinted before he chuckled a little. His eyes glanced about the area before he reached a hand through his hair. Covering his face from the crowd by using his elbow. He opened his mouth and tapped his teeth in two particular locations. Nothing came out. He did not reveal his fangs but she is either going to question him if she is not of his kind. Or she is going to understand what he is hinting at.

Serena: Oh that sly dog. That smirk is deadly. When he explained that he was from Rome, she caught his slight Russian accent which indicated that he traveled a lot or he was a mix. Though as he paused his words and chuckled before covering his face away from everyone to open his mouth a little to tap where his canines were; it dawned on her. With a swift lift of her frame, she had altered her form to be merely inches from him. Practically nose to nose. That hidden fire turned into a small, faint, glow. "Me too." She whispered before snaking her way to crash her lips onto his. Her digits on his lap to hold herself there and to not fall. Lightly nipping his lower lip to get a taste of his blood and if he chose to he could return the gesture. Her lips were delicate like a rose. Soft and dainty. After a few moments, she'd pull back and lick her lips; savouring the taste of the crimson life. "I am thrilled to know I am not the only one." The young women responded and chuckled. Covering her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled sinisterly. He was flirtatious but so was she. The two of them were dancing off each other's questions and words most of the evening. Laying back against the arm rest of the couch and grabbed her glass of wine to take another sip. Relaxing her other hand and swayed her smile to a sly smirk. "I knew you were different, just couldn't exactly figure it out. Now I understand." Her caramel eyes went back to normal while still being locked on his.

Cicero: He was not expecting the response he had been given based on what he was implying. However, there were no complaints leaving his mouth when she had placed those delicate lips against his own. The feeling of her digits on his lap made his eyes squint playfully. He had easily returned the favor when she had tasted his blood. His own fangs taking a quick nip on her lower lip. Licking his lips after the deed was done. "Delicious." is all he replied at first until she was sitting comfortably in her own seat once more. His blood strong reflecting the fire inside him. "You are not the only one. There are a few of us here. But I did not know you were one until now." he replied with a soft chuckle. He decided that he could be a little open about it. "My sister and I live here. We are both the same as you are. I have not seen her in quite some time though." but he did not elaborate on that story. He left it alone. Motioning towards the crowd. "This is where I go to have some fun. I am not surprised that you have ended up here as well." he remarked playfully in her direction.

Serena: The moment he returned the favor and nipped her lip to taste her blood, a faint hum of delight came from her throat that only he'd be able to hear. Once she heard his remark of her blood, she chuckled at it. "Yours is quite delightful as well." She teased. Placing her glass down after finishing the wine, she listened to him carefully. It was a pleasure to know that she was not the only vampyre. That there were others like her. His sister too? Interesting. She'd ask about that story later. Being able to sense that he opened up a little and watched his posture relax a little. Once he gestured the crowd and explained that this was where he went for fun, she smirked widely. "I can see why." She remarked playfully in return. The feeling of his lips lingering on hers egged her, but she made sure to keep it hidden from him. Honestly, it had been a while since she even had affection of any type. Though that was because she didn't wish to get close to anyone. It came with too many complications. Too many things to explain. Catching his comment about him not being surprised that she ended up here, she raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Oh?" Pausing for a second as she felt herself grow hungry. Taking a deep breath and closed her gaze before whispering to herself. Though if he chose to let his enhanced hearing take over to hear her, he'd understand. "I can't feed...I won't be able to control myself..." Gripping the couch tightly but made sure not to tear the cushions even though her body wished to. "I need a distraction..." She whispered again to herself.

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