Listening to the conversation as it went on, she was slightly taken back by how much information he was so willing to give her. Julia hadn't expected him to be so open about her question when he answered, rather she expected to get a run about reply and nothing to follow it. None the less she was slightly captivated by what he was saying, and the more she listened the more that drawl of his words lured her on, snaring her as though she was a tiny pray. The storm hue of her eyes leveled up and over to Mikol as he droll onward, rising more questions in her as she shifted on her stool, crossing her legs one over the other and leaning sideways into the bar now as she looked at him.<br/><br/>""Which are you? Aristocrat or a pureblood? You seem rather proper to be anything less."<br/><br/>The mused the last part mostly to herself, though was a very true statement for the most part, she couldn't see him as anything else except of royal blood somehow. At the mention of Dracula, she laughed as she lowered her glass back to the counter, now more fully looking at him as she tilted her head to the side. That was what she needed, a very nice laugh even if it was over something that was so far beyond human understandings.<br/><br/>"Dracula? Is he your uncle or something? I am sorry I am having a hard time understanding all of this, so forgive me if my humor is less then pleasing."<br/><br/>The subject moved to something a little more sensual, something she didn't want to dwell on for too long, but it was brought back to her attention yet again. Her lips pressed more firmly together as she moved her attention from him, looking back out into the crowd now, a little more silent then before as she starred to the faces that weaved in and out of the crowds. There was a moment in which she felt sorry for him, sorry that he had lost the one that he loved and the one he had planned to marry and have a child with. There was a deep inhale as she looked back at him then.<br/><br/>"I am sorry that you lost her...I..."<br/><br/>There came a strangled pause as she tried to figure out what to say, but there was a lost of words then, rather she wasn't sure what she could do at this point or say. Though at the mention of a male being a bad boy she laughed and shook her head at him before speaking up once more.<br/><br/>"I don't need a bad boy, I am bad enough for two if not more. Though having a bad boy dose bring about interesting situations."<br/><br/>As the night and the conversation went again she was absorbed into him, rather more trance by his voice if anything. Though when the gun came into view she looked around her, looking to see who was watching her and then looked to the gun again. Slight gasped by the abnormally large hunk of metal she looked back up to Mikol, shaking her head slightly, she didn't know how to use a gun, she had never had a need for one, her little knife she kept in her purse had kept her more then comfortable when out at night. Biting down into her lower lip she lowered down from her stool, moving her hand under the light that he spotted on the floor in front of her, it didn't burn her, but she did feel the heat from the light but that was as far as it went. Looking up to him as he laid it on the counter for her to take, she shook her head a little more and looked back to him when she spoke.<br/><br/>"I have never used a gun before, I don't know how to handle one, I an't take that. I don't think I could ever shoot anyone, alive or dead..."<br/><br/>The conversation tilted back to him walking her home again, making her slightly edgy. If Mikol was to walk her home and entered into her house there was no doubt that he wouldn't be returning tonight, but where the hell had that thought came from? Jesus! Julia was a virgin, they didn't have thoughts like that, did they? She bit her lower lip as she looked at him, flushing now as she lowered her gaze down to the floor in front of her. He was either controlling her thoughts or he was damn good with words, she wasn't sure which it was, but she sure the hell didn't trust herself to not take advantage of him if he did walk her home. The flush seemed to grow in heat as he spoke in her ear, and then finally, she had to cut him off.<br/><br/>"Ok thats enough I get the picture, I don't need to know what your mouth and hands could do, or how you would spend your time with a woman. Bragging isn't something that is a turn-on... What if I didn't want to be with you? What then?"<br/><br/>The last part wasn't true, she could very easily see her self taking him home and...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ok stop that! Enough</span>He was putting plenty of images and ideas in her head, she didn't need to add to that growing list then. Though as he lowered down off the bar and strode to the stage, she watched that predatory grace, tilting her head as though the angle would give more life to her imagination, which didn't seem to need any help at this point. She shifted then, drinking the last of her drink before standing up from her stool, Frankie came by ready to protest the move but Julia paid him no mind as she moved from the bar. The voice that came over the crowd caught her attention, rather then making a move towards the door she was moving to the stage. She pushed her way through the crowd til she came to the edge of the stage, looking up at him there as he seemed to be inn his own world, singing as though there wasn't a mass group of people standing front and center while other lingered back. Though all attention was centered on him.<br/><br/>As the last song came to a end Julia was already making her way towards the door, trying to get out before he saw her leaving, though with his bird's eye view from the stage he would have no problem spotting her get away. As she exited out of the door, she stood in front of it, inhaling a deep breath as though to gather her thoughts. Being inside the club seemed to have scattered her thoughts, or maybe it was Mikol, she wasn't sure but she didn't want to go back inside right now. She tilted her head back too look up at the night, somewhat is a curse of herself and the irrational way her body was reacting tonight.<br/><br/>"I think I am losing my mind..."<br/><br/>Moving down the side walk along the building she pressed her lips together and moved pass a group of males as they were making their way towards the club. She figured she would be fine, that no one would bother her yet... there it was, again for a second time tonight. The group of three stoped as she walked pass them, stepping off the sidewalk to make her way to her car. One of the men was speaking to her, but she was paying him no mind, though there was another man that was following behind her. If she could just reach her car everything would be fine, just get in and lock the door. It was in that moment she realized she hadn't picked up the gun Mikol had left for her on the counter. Cursing silently again she reached her car,  and as she was pulling on the handle to open the door, a large hand reached out from behind landed on the crease were the top of the door and top of the car met. Exhaling a shaky breath she turned around to look at a face with barred fangs, and that face lowering towards her as he spoke in a gruff voice.<br/><br/>"He isn't here to save you ow, lets play human."