<a class="postlink" href="http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/1c5fa7fa418f171b49a10facd17016b1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Nathan<br/>297<br/><br/>Nathan slipped through the crowded club, unnoticed by many and yet they parted like the Red Sea to allow him to get past.  An introvert at heart, he wasnâ€™t a fan of these social gatherings, although he was quite the entertainer.  But he was hungry tonight, and looking for a little bit of fun.  He sat down at the bar next to a young girl, or, at least, she LOOKED young.   He couldnâ€™t always tell.  He ordered the usual, a mudslide blended so well with the blood you wouldnâ€™t know the difference unless you tasted it.  The girl next to him radiated anger and fury, and more importantly, a lust for revenge.  He smiled.  â€œThere are moreâ€¦constructiveâ€¦outlets to that kind of rage you know.â€ He said cheerily, taking a long sip of his drink.