The nightclub<i>Saqqara</i>was the perfect environment to find what she needed. Loud throbbing music, the crush of writhing bodies, neon lights, and the smell of human lust drew all types of predators, including Sara Whistler. Dressing carefully for the evening; snug black tank top with deliberate slashes in the front to expose her breasts in a black lace bra, tight leggings with a low slung heavy metal belt of intricate design and thigh high boots. She hoped to attract a few of them before they realized who she was.<br/><br/>Sara wove through the dancers, working her way slowly to the front of the stage. Every so often she felt a hand or body brush against her, a good sign. Eventually finding a spot on the edge of the crowd and close to the backstage, Sara decided it was time to engage her neighbors. It wasn’t long before a couple, tall blonde man and petite brunette approached her. With a tilt of her head and swaying hips, Sara flirtatiously smiled at both. Not sure which she enjoyed more, she teased each shamelessly, slowly drawing them deeper into the shadows. Sara reached for the man by a hand on his hip and the woman by the back of her head, refusing to be coaxed into talking. She wet her lips in anticipation.<br/><br/>When she gauged they were fully distracted and far enough to be shrouded by the shadows, Sara drew the silver wire from her belt and swiftly garroted both, violently severing their heads. Blade told her if your weapons were well crafted and prey unaware, killing them would be easy. She knew her mentor and teacher was nearby and would make his entrance after she sent the signal. The small silver shuriken hidden in her hair took out the vampires closest to her, attracting panicked attention. Now was the time to bring out the big boys. She sprinted towards the backstage exit as three large bouncers shoved their way through the panicked crowd to get to her.<br/><br/>Sara wrenched the back door open, escaping into cool evening air. ‘So, did you save some for the rest of us?’ Her friend, Arthur DeSantos asked emerging from the darkness behind a garbage dumpster. He held out her katana and small back pack rigged with one of his own inventions; a modern day personal flamethrower. ‘Of course Art, we need live subjects to test your new toys on,‘ Sara fitted the pack snugly to her back and secured the katana to her belt. With a smile on her face Sara asked, ' Ready to kick some blood sucker ass?'<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1118" data-username="@dunklunk" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1118/">@dunklunk</a>