Jacob had just sent his topless conquest on her way, a smack on the behind and an order to leave her top. It wasn’t that he wanted trophies. He just loved exerting his power over the type of person she used to be. Looking back to his spectacular view, this time from his apartment, he felt the tug again. A sympathetic vibration almost. Like there were others...others who were dissatisfied with the status quo of the world.<br/><br/>After dressing himself, he went over to his bar and fixed himself a scotch. Others...others he may exert his power over...or maybe they would be immune? Would it be prudent to ally himself with them? Or see it that they weren’t a threat. He decided that the Dark ones were not to be messed with, and that as long as he stayed on his side of the fence, his own power wouldn’t be threatened.<br/><br/>He took a sip and grinned. But he did hope to have some fun.