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of
freedom. The Elf could wander the Vampire world with impunity for
this mutation, if she allowed them to catch her, was unable to use
Elf blood because it would poison them. The closer Vampires grew to
their Ancient status the more demonic was their reaction to the
Elf—until they also sought her company.
    Despite the
ability to change human experience, or contain demon violence, the
Elf preferred to survey the drama played out before her as it
didn’t do well for this creature to indulge in sentiment. For the
magical being, after centuries of enjoying the role of prankster
and observer, was now unable to contain the powerful emotion of
their own spirit. Elves once in the throes of passion, anger, or
grief, discovered themselves vulnerable and suddenly able to die
from something as simple as despair.
    **********
    Life is just
one damned thing after another.
    Elbert
Hubbard
     
    If the Elf were
ever impressed by luxurious surroundings she would have seen the
sumptuous decor of the club as one of rich colour where walls were
painted to match the paisley swirls of the lush carpet. The
lighting was barely visible but none of them, Vampires, demons, or
Elves required level of illumination humans needed. She had
followed the girl through various doorways that led further down
into dark corridors before breaking open into another room. Each
doorway had a solitary neon letter above it to indicate something,
but the Elf couldn’t read the human scratches.
    The girl
finally stopped and then moved across the room to sit at a long bar
lining one wall. The large room seemed more for interaction than
entertainment as it was filled with small tables and booths for
intimate conversations. The Elf scanned faces in a sea of
perfection as she noted, not for the first time, the preponderance
of males in the Vampire world. They sat in their immaculate suits
with shining hair and glowing eyes, the mutants of her universe.
Zyre sat in the corner aware she had limited time before notice,
then she would be entertaining an audience as intent upon watching
her as she was checking out the girl seated on a stool. The girl’s
dull gaze followed the flow of those around her, those who would
ignore her to the point of being invisible.
    The other
Vampires moved around the girl. Living under the protection of
their Houses they sifted easily within groups while studiously
avoiding the confused stranger at the bar. The Elf stared at the
barman fidgeting behind the fledgling for she almost could feel the
struggle within him—caught between the nervous girl and whatever
knowledge he could share with her. Whatever his position entailed
as an employee of this particular club saving Tyros would not be in
his job description. He stood behind the girl watching her scan the
room as if she would find a sense of her existence in the faces
around her.
    The whispers of
those present were a hum in the background, but Zyre didn’t need to
hear them to know their emotions because the Verkja had no doubt
imparted their information. She tapped her fingers lightly on the
bar and gained the immediate attention of the barman as legend had
preceded the magical for centuries.
    “Good evening,”
he began his formal greeting. “It is a...,” here he paused for
words since he could not say honour as Vampires were wary of all
beings from the Reveal.
    She saw the
deepening of colour in his eyes when he couldn’t hide his
appreciation of her magical beauty and she gave him a cheeky grin.
Had she been a child more of guile than mischief she would have
used this effect to manipulate for personal gain rather than just a
useful get away in a sticky situation.
    The Vampire
settled for the least offensive conclusion, “...unexpected
err...visit?”
    He watched her
eyes glow emerald green with amusement since his discomfort didn’t
insult a creature who in essence couldn’t care less if Vampires
liked her.
    She smiled at
his twitching face/ “I want a drink made of fruit—lots