The vampiress huffed to herself quietly as the two were led into the club before the trio whom had confronted them. She had gotten her weapon back easily - she simply asked and he returned it to her without hesitation. It was certainly hard to pin-point his motives for doing anything
. It was as though he was just curious as to how things worked, rather than if it was a threat or not. The way he acted when wielding it himself was enough of a hint to tell her that he had never held a sword before - much less hurt somebody with it.
After the Elder had summoned them back to the Club, she had noticed the variety of injuries on the two. The anomaly had a small gash on his thigh, which looked on recently healed - his eyes also seemed to have taken some recent trauma. The witch on the other hand had only taken minor scratches and bruising from the looks of it. Twirling her lengthy hair around her fingers idly, she watched as the two were beckoned into the Club, to which she followed with the other two close behind.
"Doesn't he feel kinda weird to you...?
" asked the shorter of the two males, running a hand through his thick, dishevelled head of hair. The other merely shrugged his lax shoulders, not giving much of an expression beyond his usual half-smile.
"He feels like a vampire, but when you're right next to him - he feels more like a demon. Y'know - you can't see the same weakness as you can when you see one of us. Sunlight doesn't even affect him at all... We saw him walk out into open sunlight when he got out of the car!
" the shorter continued, now listing reasoning more to himself than his companions. The vampiress sighed under her breath. If he kept this up much longer, that guy was going to get a big head from all the unintentional praise. She glanced up at the back of Christoph's head, glaring daggers into it. Who did he think he was anyway? Taking her weapon then fooling around with it... She huffed once more, feeling rather ashamed of herself for letting him get the jump on her. Next time, he wouldn't be so lucky!
Chris continued humming his usual tune, something that none of the vampires had heard before - but they didn't comment on it, thinking it was irrelevant.
They were lead to the back room, which was guarded by many silly-looking people in suits. He couldn't help but giggle at their attire - which they didn't find very amusing in the slightest. They probably would have acted on their impulsive irritation could they not feel the aura that simply exploded out of him during each step he took. In fact, it was more accurate to say that all the guards were anxious of his presence and scared of his giggling, rather than annoyed by it all.
Finally, they were brought before the Elders of this city - 10 vampires that looked ancient in maturity, but still relatively young in appearance. He stood at Rhiannon's side, though didn't seem too interested in the old people that sat before them. In fact, his aura dimmed substantially once he entered the room. They began talking - words were coming out of their mouths, but not entering his ears. All he could think about was how hungry he was getting. A loud grumble echoed from his midriff, causing the room to go silent for a moment. Blood had begun to trickle out from the wound on his thigh once more, energy no longer being used to heal and seal it up - leaving it open to it's own devices. Suddenly, the elder woman pointed at him - grabbing his attention for a moment. Telling him to step forward, he did so casually. Though, by that time he had set his sites on the single red rose that sat near the corner of the room. Purely for decorative purposes, but he had a greater use for it. His image dispersed into the very air, as though he had melted into nothing within a moment. He was simply no longer there, instead chewing on the stem of his already half-eaten rose in the corner.
"Questions are boring~.
" he chimed eagerly, swallowing a few petals of the crimson plant, "We should play instead!
The mention of the word 'play' put some of the vampires in the room on edge, but the majority of the elders kept their composure. This was normal behaviour for a vampire that was not properly trained or disciplined. Though why he went without a guide was beyond their reckoning. His wound had closed entirely now, his eyes once again glowing a brilliant red in the dim light of the room.
"I think I see why she said you were one of us now, boy.
" the elder that had stopped the fight earlier spoke up again, leaning back into his seat some.
"You absorb energy from living things and then use it as your own. Much like how we absorb the life-force from blood. So you are simply supernatural after all.
" he nodded to himself in confirmation of his thoughts, to which most of the others agreed. Christoph shook his head quickly with a laugh, before wandering back to Rhi's side.
"Not supernatural. Unnatural.
" he said once again. It seemed to be a quote from somewhere, but he did not know when or where he had heard it.
"Don't be stupid.
" Chanelle croaked, standing from her leaning position near the doorway - she eyed down the dark, scarlet-haired male with an icy passion.
"To be unnatural is to be created by something other than nature. Are you telling us you were engineered?
" she spat. The elders didn't seem too pleased with the sudden outburst from a lower-class vampire, but the question was valid enough to warrant permission to speak freely.
"I don't know what engineered is... You people use weird words.
" he scratched his head gently, feeling a little out-of-place now. Was he truly home here, with these people? He felt some kind of bond with them at first - but now he felt even weirder than before. Maybe he should just kill them.
The thought triggered his aura to become more aggressive - causing the elders to become quite wary all of a sudden.
"Maybe... Maybe you should all die, so it isn't so noisy...
" he spoke solemnly, as though he were disappointed with this outcome. The vampires surrounding the two began baring their fangs one after another, drawing weapons and preparing for a fight.