Blood In The Water

[stakes_and_daggers]

The Shark Tank... Usually, just a casino, but flyers had been posted and handed out, all over Vegas, indicating that, for this night, gambling would be optional. That there would be a party for Hallowe'en and a themed costume contest to match. Good for publicity and, not to mention, the bar - especially with no entrance fee!

Downstairs was the gambling section. Upstairs being where the main party was being held. Only the two floors existed and it made for a nice, self-contained atmosphere.

No actual vampires or other denizens of the night, of course. At least, for the most part. They tended to find nights like this a little offensive.

Something else which would be changing later...

[OOC: Open to everyone! Make yourselves at home and things will take a change for the violent in a little while. :)]

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[rhiannon_lee]

The sound of sirens came through the opening and closing back doors -- crescendo, decrescendo, loud and then muted. Police, fire and rescue all approached, having been called automatically by the company that monitored the electronic panel.

"Damn it." The brunette wiped water out of her eyes. After the vampire jumped offstage, she had lost track of her whereabouts, but she did see Michael Jackson on the ground. It looked like he was unconscious, and there was a trickle of blood near his ear. She couldn't just leave him there, not after he actually stepped up to the plate and tried to get people out of the door.

She started making her way closer, keeping an eye on the red leather jacket. "Hey!" she called and realized she didn't know his name. Steve? He looked like a Steve. "Get up!" Of course, to yell in this din was pointless, but she was desperate to get him off the concrete floor before he took another boot to the head. The puddles all around her shoes looked pinkish and she couldn't tell if it was an effect from the lighting or if there was that much blood being spilled in the room.

Two steps more...

Katherine did not know it, but as her knife blade slashed arms, shoulders, necks, in a variety of life-threatening and non-life-threatening wounds, it was about to dig into the very person she'd gone to the club in search of.

Rhiannon felt flesh rending in her lower back, near the left kidney. She sucked air between her clenched teeth and turned, just in time to see the brown tail of the vampire's hair disappearing between Cleopatra and Charlie Brown.

Thump... Crack... Thump...

A fire axe in a locked door.

A bark over a mounted speaker on a car: "Put your hands in the air!"

The cavalry had arrived.

Rhiannon bent down and grabbed the guy under his arm pits. She dragged him across the club floor and propped his unconscious -- alive? -- body up against the bar, next to the drunk woman from earlier. "Look out for him, okay?" She didn't wait to hear confirmation, just took off.

[stakes_and_daggers]

It wasn't like the potential for this hadn't factored into Katherine's plans, but that was before her escort had been so neutralised by circumstances. It wasn't about being scared, it was about knowing that the authorities would be better off not catching wind of a need to deal with her kind.

So it was that, with a defeated, "Hnn," of annoyance, the vampiress opted for discretion, deciding that now would be time for her to pause, bounce a springs or so of heels, then backtrack it to somewhere with roof access. Katherine being crude enough to shout out an expletive for the unseen Slayer's benefit.

Getting to confront one had been the entire idea of tonight - or at least, going home hugely satisfied after a night's slaughter. Both of which had now been denied to her.

Somewhere in the Las Vegas of the mid-1980s, a vampiress was making sure the police had nothing to track down... One who a now-injured Slayer now had both name and facial identity of.