Lucian De Santo<br/>Age-135 looks 20<br/><br/>Lucian remembered the days when he could walk down the street and the humans didn't part for him like the red sea before Moses. The foolish humans think they are in charge. But yet they fear him and his kind. He could smell it quite clearly as he makes his way home from the blood blank. And then pair of eyes following his back. Most people quickly looked at him and averted his eyes. A reflection from a light post shows him whose looking at him. He continues on his way back to the coven house, musing on how the younger generation could be used to turn the "law makers" minds around.<br/><br/>Of course vampires have their own of area of the club that they dominate. Lucian had come with some of his coven mates, who are taking a break from dancing. Here in the club the normal rules where broken. Vampires and humans openly flirted. Luke, one of Lucian's closet friends followed his line of sight. "That the<span style="font-style: italic">petite fille</span>that was eyeing you on street?" Lucian nods to Luke. "That would be the one," he tells the spiky blond haired blue eyed vampire. Both vamps watch as the girl's friends drag her out to the dance floor. "You should go dance with them. You don't have a consort yet you know."<br/><br/>Lucian sighed. Luke had accidently brought the memories of negotiations between leading families of covens. He and Abigal get along like oil and water. "Fine. I'll ask her to dance." Luke grins before sliding out of the booth, careful not to knock over any of the multitude of glasses on the table. Silently he makes his way over to the group of girls, only making his footsteps audible when he gets closer. He gives the girl a charming smile. "I was wondering if you would like to dance with me?"