Drezlin finaly laughs sadisticly, all innocense lost at this point. And on cue two vampire hunters step in. One of them is bleeding badly, holding a sword with his good arm he points it at Drezlin and screams "You killed my brothers, you bastard ! I will spills your undead guts and burn them.!"

Drezlin touches the mans mind and asks him "Wasent losing every one you care about enough ? Let it go human." The man pulls a revolver and open fire, Drezlin stand there and takes the bullet so that it does not hit andy of the humans in the bar.

His eyes flicker.

He moves foreward to quick for the humans to see, he has the mans good arm ripped out of the socket and broken in three places before they realize he moved.
Drezlin aims a savage kick at the others head. It whips to the side violently as if it were rubber, when it flops back the coved in skull gives way and leaks blood to the floor as the body tumbles.

The other hunter, tries to reach a knife in his belt, but the arm is cut badly. Drezlin takes the knife from his belt and sticks it through the palm of his hand and into the floor.

He leans over smiling, and starts to tare the mans face off, which is difficult with out taring.

Elizabeth Jumps at the two entries, She quickly turns a tad late to see the beginning but just in time to see All the blood that seemed to spill everywhere, Stunned at the sight she sits there and stares.

Throws his head back and laughs heartily, his black eyes sparking at the scene before him assesing the situation he gauges that the male Immortal has it handled quite well, and sits back to enjoy the show, instinct telling him to move, he gets up and heads towards the fight staying a respectful distance, getting a small smatter of blood on his black pants he laughs harder, seeming to be amused by the situation, his ears perked towards the door, waiting to see if more fun might be had saying softly "Come now, we all know Mortals run in packs, like the sniveling dogs" he sneers slightly body tensed and waiting, not wanting to interfere in the others fight unless it seemed to be necessary, but feeling the rising bloodlust in veins, as his fangs flash in the light.

Elizabeth stands up and leaves her bottle and starts to the bark door, Being Quiet not to make a sound in fear the others may turn on her, She grabs her cloak and backs to the exit

Drezlin peels the mans face off and shoves it into his mouth as he silently screams in pain. He looks at the body and kicks it hard, it flies back out the front door.

He turns and looks at the vampire beside him he smiles.

"I picked up some hunters a while back. Hence my hasty entrance before, there were seven of them originaly. I gather they were mostly family."

He looks through the other humans pockets, finding little of interest he tosses the bodyout the door and gives the money he found to the bartender to pay for cleaning.

Looking back to the young vampire he extends a bloody hand, and notices all of the gore... h shuts his for half a second and focuses engery, the heat of it burns it off to a fine ash that trickles to the floor. He then extends his hand again and smiles

"I am Drezlin, and it is a pleasure to officialy meet you."

Drezlin looks out the door. 'That should be all of them, but... You never know with humans."

Elizabeth makes it out the door safely and peeks through a window,
-wow.....- she whispers-

Velvet still holding the mans hand jolts her eyes over to the door which had slammed over. 2 Hunters ran in, screaming at a paticular immortal. She gripped the mans hands tighter watching the fued between the three. She sat back in her seat sinking down hoping not to be seen.Velvets breath was the same pace as the running fire. After about 3 minutes the men were settling down. She stroked the mans hand, looking into his eyes. It's almost like they seemed to make everything better.
"Won't you sit down?"

Drezlin walks back to his seat in front of the fire and lights a ciggarette. He blows a blue smoke ring at the flames and loses himself in the rythem of the flames. After a moment he closes his eyes softly and places a gentle message in the mind of the fleeing mortal out side.

It's alright darling. We won't hurt you, they wanted to kill me. You may come back in if you like.

Drezlin looks back into the fire and flicks his ciggarette into it. The flames turn blue and green as they devour it.

Sniffs the air after having took the hand offered by Drezlin and giving it a firm shake, touching the brim of his hat, he introduces himself in his heavily accented voice "The name is Pagono Daimons, nice work" , he then tilts his head listening quietly to see if he senses any more hunters, the idea of a bit of sport causing a sadistic smile to transform his youthful face only slightly, he moves to a nearby table staying within in range of the door and watching.

A little embarrassed that she was noticed she went in and sat back in the floor near her drink and stared at the bodies in the doorway and back up to drezlin, she couldn't help but to ask

"Why..."

she turned and looked to the fire again.

Drezlin smiles gently, his face no longer demonic.

He pulls a ciggarette out of his pocket and offers it to the young woman.
Then goes on to explain, telpathicly so as to leave the room in silence.

They wanted me dead... I had to. I did not have to kill them that way, I did not have to make it painful. But I did. I am a monster, make n mistake of that. I won't pretend to have preference or morals. I do promise you though, I will not harm you once I have given my word.

Drezlin smiles in what he hopes to be a comforting fashion, then looks back at the fire and relaxes into the sofa.

Elizabeth nods and tries to understand and forget the whole thing, refusing the ciggerette

"Well no one said the world wasnt brutal. They had it comming i suppose"
She shrugs and looks back at the fire and takes a long drink of the liquid in the bottle.

"I'm Elizabeth"
she says outloud.

The journey of the tired phantom was a long, dreadful one. Having met demons, other vampires, and werewolves along the path that caused the demon herself to travel. The phantom that wondered the dreaded storm that now terrorized that village moved with out bother to the harsh winds and the evil rain that pounded on her black cloak. The hood that was rather large covered the female features of the curvy figure of the true seductress of the race she had been brought into.

Silently, making no noise even with her steps on the dripping and drenched cobblestone, she makes her way to the opening that would give her the shelter that would take her out of the insanity of this storm. She had been sent here, more as a inner dream then a direct order of the leader of her cult.

Rest and feed, bring our species to the world to fear.

The words of the man that had claimed her as his youngest lingered in her tainted and demented skull. The leather gloves on her hands were soaked, but never was her pale white skin wet. She was rather dry under the fabrication of the cloak that hid her small frame.

The storm wore on, the onlookers of the phantom shuttered in fear, fearing it was the reaper herself, looking for souls to steal. The coward in fear, wanting not to be the first to die. The simple gestures made her smirk, her cloak keeping her face well hidden in the dark shadows. It was said that the shadows are what people fear, things that they can not see nor understand and it was time for the shadows to bring forth the war on the mortal realm, bring fear into their reality as well as in their dreams.

Her foot prints stop, coming to the passage way that would take her into the security from the dreadful storm that had settled over Venus Italy. The City of romance was about to be the city of fear if she had her way. Letting her hand fall to the wall, letting her other hand remove the glove with the pull of each finger, she pushes her bare palm and fingers to the stone, watching the old clay stone move and morph into the doorway that would take her into the Catacombs.

The warmth of the place hit her cold dead body with a force of the wind. She lingered her phantom form at the door as her icy silver blue eyes linger around the rather morbid place. Finding it fit for her satisfactory, she moves in, heading in just enough to let the door disappear behind her. Her small hand clenches the wet leather gloves, her cloak dripping on the dirt floors as she takes in the dirty and rather dead air.

Letting her free hand fall to the silver clasp that held her cloak tightly to her tiny frame, she pulls on it lightly, letting the black dramatic fabric fall slowly, letting the body of the rather young vampire fall to view. Well built and toned for the youth she was, she did not let her age get the best of her. So she was the young of the species, only being about 2 centuries old. Her intelligence made up the age difference. In her cult, she was the youngest soldier that her father had made. Her hand, as pale as a sheet moves to her hood, pushing it from her face. The fabric slowly falls, revealing the matching pale skin tone that the rest of her body had as its skin. A deep red lip, parted and showing her crisp white teeth, showed as the rest of her facial features are slowly revealed. A high cheek boned showed after the rather "cute" small nose that was placed perfectly about her top lip. Her eyes was closed, keeping the coloration a mystery, her long curls of a deep auburn tumbles from their place in the hood, falling to her breasts, curling and waving rather flirtatiously. As her hand moved back to her side, letting the black nails that were beautifully painted gleamed in the fire that moved in the fire place. Eye lash meets eye lash, concealing her eyes as she lets her pink tongue dart over her bottom lip, her teeth parting enough to let it pass. Her tongue navigates slowly past her pointed K-9's, licking the the plumped lips, letting them gloss over. A flicker in her eyes, her eye lashes moving up slowly, parting to reveal a light blue around the edge of the Iris, turning into a soft coloration of white as they moved towards her pupils.

The attire of the beauty was simple, holding the dark colorations of the Gothic nation. A Tripp Gunmetal Grommet Corset, made of the blackest silk shimmers around her slim upper torso. Short sleeves that come to just below her arm pit reveal a see throw fabric. Around the sleeves is where the pattering of the black ribbon of what is laced in the front continue in a rather cute design. Tripp Black Pyramid Stud Dark Street Pants hug her slender hips, moving down her thighs as the fabric releases their grip on her skin, moving into a slight baggy bottom around her rich dragon hide leather spiked booths that line her feet.

Her cloak falls to the ground, disappearing as she lets her hands let go of her leather gloves, letting them hit the ground and smoke like acid would as it burned through clothing. She takes her moves into the chamber, heading to the bar to take a place on the stole, looking at the bartender as her eyes lock with his, not speaking a word as he moves to make her rather hard drink.

Trinity lets her eyes linger around, waiting for the other vampire gather her contents that she had requested. Her silence kept her in the crowd, ignoring the others as she takes in the ones they call the catacombs. A rather popular bar as she had heard from the other dead of her breed. Her hands rest on the bar, her nails silent on the old wood.

(Inner Thoughts of Trinity)

Why has my destiny brought me to this place? Is it here where he wants me to bring death like the plague? For the god that the mortals believe, I hope it is for it will be my head if it is not. I have to admit, my time here in this rather beautiful city, I have grown to love it. Waking up at the set of sun to hear the water on the shore. The rich city structure and the beautiful build of it. It is to bad that I have to bring blood to the cobblestones, tainting the right soil in the crimson flow. It will be I that will bring the destruction of this rather breath taking city. And I shall live in vein and that thought of ruining this rather relaxing vacation destination that I have found joyfully relaxing.

The interrupted thoughts where closed by the clink of the glass on the bar right in front of her, bringing her focus on the world around her. Looking at the drink, she nods her head, taking out the gold from her pocket and flip it, covering the tip and the drink cost. Slowly, she lets her hand fall to the rather clean glass that was coated in a rather deep red liquid. Picking it up, her nails hitting the glass to create a small tink sound as she moves the rim of the glass to her lips, parting her lips to take the rim in her mouth. Her head tips back, letting the contents of the glass slide past her teeth and into her mouth. Her tongue collects the sweet taste, the sweet texture of the wine and blood that had always been her favorite.

(Returning thoughts of Trinity)

The sweet texture and the taste is rather divine. A settling drink for one that has not fed in a matter of days. My dangerous journey had caused me to travel far, not being able to stop for the dangers of the creatures that were not even known to I. He had told me to be careful my night that I left, keeping in the shadows and not coming out unless there was no other chance. And I did as I was told. I had encounter a lot of things on this journey, had done a lot of thinking in the time that I had in the wilderness by myself. My fate was before me and now here I am, at the beginning of my life, still young and still holding the energy that some wish they had. It is time I do as my master, my boss, my creature, my father told me to do. Coat the city red, make the nightmares and moves come true with flying colors. It is time that the mortals now know what really lies in the shadows, what they can never understand for their minds only seek the truth.

The contents of the rather tasty drink had made her eyes close in the sweet temptations that hit her rather hard. It had caused her body to be numb, caused her dead heart to pound. Oh such a sweet heaven to her body that this simple taste in drink had caused her, a pure bliss that she was feeling.

Pulling the glass from her lips, tipping her head back to the right position, she let her eyes fall open, her red lips even redder from the mixture of the drink. A smile of a sickly grin on her lips as once again, her tongue darts out, licking up the mess that she had left on her lips, collecting every drop with the little buds that lined her tongue.

Drezlin smiles at Elizabeth.
He extends his hand and speak aloud, I am Drezlin, it is a pleasure to meet you.

Hearing the door opening he turns quickly, a flash of the venom and menace from before returns to his face. But it's only another immortal, a young vampire. He turns back to Elizabeth, watching her in silence for a moment.

Then, throwing his ciggarette into the fire he asks quitely. I am curious, what are you doing here ? You do know that this is a... 'different' kind of bar. What brought a pretty mortal like you here ? It could have been quite dangerous if you had not found a harmless Vampire such as myself.

He winks and laughs at his own small joke. Looking back at the waiters still mopping up blood around the doorway. His smile turns slightly ironic and amused in a confused sort of way.