A rave. Who the hell enjoys these types of things? Crowded sweaty bodies dancing together, most of them drunk off their asses. Perfect place to feed considering many of them wouldn't remember what happened in the morning, but did he really need to stoop this low? He knew this was a place for ferals, a place where he could find allies, but what kind if ferals would they be?

Deep crimson irises scanned the room, locking on one particular female staring at him. He narrowed his eyes the slightest bit and then gave half a smirk as if he were daring her to come over. Women liked dangerous men - either looking for a new adventure, or a poor soul to save. Ehren didn't exactly fit in with this scene with his long hair and suit, but he didn't mind. His focus was now on the pretty blonde he offered his hand to. Leading her to a booth, he sat down and slid back into the corner, pulling her along with. He whispered empty promises against her earlobe, nuzzling against her neck as he lead her to his lap, ready to sink his fangs in until there was some kind of commotion. 

Slipping his arm around her waist so she wouldn't get away from him, they brought their attention to the dance floor, his brows furrowing when they brought in a man. A man from The Society no less. A man that he knew. What was going on? With more words meant to rile up the crowd, Ehren sat forward, eyes quickly scanning around, only to find that another moment later, they were all dead. Every one of them but the girl in his lap. 

Now he needed to figure out a way to cover his ass, so his excuse would have been that he wasn't finished with her. What's a dinner date without the sex, right?

Instead, he wrapped his large hands around her cheeks, lacing his fingers in her hair to lock her gaze to his. 

"Don't look around," he whispered. "When I get their attention, you're going to sneak out the back. Do not make a sound, do not stop for anything. You're going to go home, and when you lay down in bed you'll remember what a wild time you had tonight dancing with your friends." He broke their gaze and lead her slowly to the seat beside him so that he could slip out. Standing in a room full of ferals, his tongue pushed eagerly at his fangs. 

"Is this really what you want?!" A deep voice called out towards the woman the fellow vampire challenged.

 "Do you really want to take his life and succumb to this?" There was a hint if disgust in his voice as he spat towards the crowd. 

"Let the arse go, and he'll go back and tell the others you're not to messed with. Kill him, and the only thing you'll get is war." With another step forward, he pressed his tongue harder to the inside of his fang, longing to take one of these bastards out. 

"You've been messy. You're going to let your people massacre just so you can run somewhere else to do it over again? And when the population starts dying, then what? They're getting smarter, so we need to as well and this is not the way to do it."

To threaten The Society is one thing, but the numbers are growing and the more mad they become, the easier they are to take out with the more mistakes they would make. He didn't want to see another blindly accept what was going on.