Ely watched the attactive girl as she played coy and declining his drink which made Ely smirk to himself, he watched as she seemed to gain inner calm from holding it, a half moon looking wiccan in origin, his dark eyes gazed into baby blues. Another girl joined the table but Ely ignored her presence, his target set. He took a fake deep breath allowing him to smell his surroundings, Esme, he spoke her name to himself, knowing he'd be seeing much more of her before the evening was over.<br/><br/>The offer of a dance made Ely nod with a smile, thinking of her curves pressed against him for a song or two before he slipped away into the night, allowing her the last few hours of freedom before they met again. He looked around before replying, "How could I decline a dance with such a beautiful woman, my name is Ely, and it would be a pleasure", he replied smoothly, taking her hand and leading them into the crowd on the dance floor.<br/><br/>The great consequence of being a vampire was the charisma that you exuded, as Ely weaved through the dancers around them, eyes followed the tall and muscular vampire as he took the beautiful Esme to the centre of the dance floor, he took her hands wrapping them around his waist and began moving to the music, moving himself against her subtly yet provocatively. He licked his lips as he smelt her body against his, her heart rate beginning to quicken made something stir within him, he pressed himself closer, "You move well", he told her with a smile.<br/><br/>The vampires wrapped up their meeting, and invited Garren to feed with him before he left but he declined, "My brother is waiting and we have quite the feast planned, a last feast before we move on", he chuckled.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fimages2.fanpop.com%2Fimage%2Fpolls%2F326000%2F326931_1258189841853_full.jpg%3Fv%3D1258189835&amp;hash=b0618cecc57b309af2ae85a644e264ae" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/polls/326000/326931_1258189841853_full.jpg?v=1258189835" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Marelle Lithian </a>nodded, "You should extend your coven Garren, one bad fight and your line is gone, we are stronger together", she nodded her head solemnly before returning to her coven and  watching as Garren drove off into the night. It was approaching eleven, and as Garren drove he thought on Marelle's words, was it time for the brothers to become makers.