I don't know if I should come back to this after my absence. I had to make my move, I had to run. Sure, they could find me I'm sure, either group. Something tells me I've got better luck trusting another living then the undead. I peer out of alleyway, the end of the newly acquired Prelude peaking out, purring. I've already been here for about an hour, and smoked through a pack of cigarettes, the last cigarette perched between crimson lips. Emerald eyes searching for anyone around, ready to pounce. Perhaps we're too paranoid...

We're not paranoid darling, you are...

And then I remember I'm not alone again, as I hear the whispers drilling in the back of my brain. They've completely taken up residence and here I am feeling like some schizo, or like I'm living out one of Hunter S. Thompson's acid trips. I run my fingers through the scarlet locks I'm famous for, absent mindedly knocking on the side of my head. I chuckle for a moment before starting to pull on the black trench coat at my side. This might get a little sticky...  

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I shut down the engine and step out of the car, trench coat curtaining my long legs. I start making my way over to the club doors. New bouncers? Not sure. I wonder how much business is happening here now. Gand isn't going to be happy, even though someone in my head is telling me he's known where I've been. Starting to feel like I've got a father in my life again, and I don't know whether it's a good or bad thing.

As I approach the door, the voices hiss beware from the shadows of my mind. Eyes shoot everywhere, searching out for any signs of danger.

You're too valuable to kill yet sweetie... We're keeping you alive...

As I approach the door, I feel the pull of magic luring me into the club. I can see the dim lights, and smell the atmosphere. Its not home, but a place close like it. One of the few I still feel safe at. The bouncer catches my eye and nods me in without a word, he must know me, or Gand knew I was coming. I need a drink already, and I've been fumbling with a new pack of cigarettes in my trench pocket. And as I pass the threshold, I cringe, waiting for the wrath, or the wave of relief...

Aiden will find the club much like she left it. This place never changes, just the bodies on the stage. The trippy, reflective, neon and blacklight bathed main room is smoky and loud. The music tonight is violent and agressive with the girls moving fast to keep up.

Her eyes will inevitably end up on Gand, who is at a small round table at the far end of the room. A long cigar smolders in the ashtray before him creating a screen of smoke to seperate him from the woman across from him. Shes obviously not one of the girls, unless shes going for corporate angle. She has a professional air about her and appears to be berating Gand for one reason or another...

I feel the music pulsing through my body as I walk through the club, like something out of the matrix, I swear. I make my way over to the bar, best to let them know instead of stomping on Gand's parade, though sometimes, I'm sure he'd prefer the interruption. I murmur a drink into the bartenders ear and she lights my cigarette before hurrying off. Emerald eyes focused on the magic man.

The berating will last just a few moments longer. The woman looks stressed, Gand looks pissed. It all ends with her trying to shake his hand and him just doing his double shot of bourbon and staring until she stalks off and leaves the club.

My drink arrives, Jameson on the rocks, just like my father used to drink. I take a long drag before making my way over to Gand, parting through the crowd, the tables, and into the shadows of the back booth area. As I approach him, I feel them itching and whispering at the back of my mind. A quick swig of Jameson should calm the storm, and down it goes.

"And here I thought we'd have a joyous reunion..."

Another drag of the cigarette

Gand looks at Aiden for a moment like hes seeing a ghost. With the way girls have been dissapearing around here he is more than suprised that she came walking back in.

'Your heart still beating darlin?'

An odd question to be sure, but with all these Vampires popping up lately he cant be too sure. Sometimes the dead just dont stay that way.

I smirk, as I feel them itching in my mind. Emerald eyes sparkling eerily as I take another drag. Eyes travel around the club, at the new girls, the new customers...

"You don't think I don't know when they're coming?..."

I lean in close, so he can feel the warm, and he can feel the vibrations coming off me.

"Besides, they can't let me die yet... They still need me for something bigger..."

My voice sounds huskier for a moment before settling back to the normal. I lean back and flick red tendrils over my shoulder, taking a sip of my drink. They're beginning to whisper again, though the music drowns them out, for the moment...

Gand puffs his cigar and watches Aiden through the haze of smoke. That she returned alive is probably more disconcerting than her dissapearing forever. Her predictions are never anything nice or easy- and she hasnt been wrong yet. Gand will reach out and rudely, unprofessionally, tug Aiden right into his lap so he can smell her hair and speak right into her ear.

Theres noone around anymore to tell him hes overstepping bounds or being Gand the pervert who signs the paychecks.

'Something bigger than me dying eh? Where have you been these last few weeks?..'

"Hiding and trying to pull what little sanity I have left together..."

I probably smell like a mixture of cigarettes and rose oil. I peer down at my hands, before taking another drag of my cigarette. Exhaling smoke into the pulsing air.

"And there is something bigger... As much as I hate to say it. Though I haven't been able to hear they're whispers clear lately. Someone or some thing is clouding our connection..."

I wonder to myself where all the familiar faces went. Perhaps I wasn't the only one to leave. Bare legs peek out from under my trench.

"Did you miss us darling?"

Another smirk plays across my lips, perhaps they still pull the strings?  

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As gorgous as Aiden is; it really is that 'us' that keeps Gands attention. Without those voices and dire predictions she would be just another one of the dancers. Gand keeps a coercive hand on her hip- even though she makes mo movements to pull away from him.

'Of course I did.'

He plays along, looking out over her shoulder at the club. Gands voice lowers, not accusing, but as if they share some kind of secret.

'I think I can uncloud your visions. You wont like it, but thats what your here for isnt it?'