The seat that Kai offered was more than accepted by Mira. She felt like her legs were going to give out by the overload of information. She wished Kai wouldn't tell her so much--and she especially wished he wouldn't use the term "family" in line with PM. It wasn't right. PM was a group of killers and monsters, as far as she was concerned.<br/><br/>"Didn't you have a real family before this?" she asked when he offered to answer more questions. "How did you even get involved in this organization?" It didn't seem as if the organization gave a choice to anyone. Even though Mira was afraid of what could happen if she didn't cooperate, she debated on if she was willing to put up with it until she could find an escape or accept that she would die at PM. For now, she figured, it was best to focus on whatever she could learn about PM and Kai.<br/><br/>_____<br/><br/>Kallista shook her head in the negative. She certainly did not feel like drinking around strangers--especially with how short her temper was feeling. The smallest things were beginning to irritate her. It was as if her instincts were going wild, alerting her that something was going to happen. "It is best not," she said in a gentle tone, her eyes locking with Silas'. She could feel his unease as well, but she knew he likely had already identified the source of his battle-ready anxiety.<br/><br/>"I will step outside," she finally said as Cherry put some drinks on the bar for everyone. She didn't wait too long for a response before she made her way out the side door, stepping into the alley way. She gave a small glance around before giving a sigh and leaning her back against the brick wall. She was so tired of being around people already--a far cry from how she used to be.<br/><br/>She heard footsteps but chose not to outwardly acknowledge them. They were slowing down and eventually stopped at the alley way entrance, "Hey. Do I know you?" Kallista tensed, already feeling the hostility rolling off the man.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Just as Merlot had described to Chuck, there was a vampire with a group of people--specifically the men with strange colored hair. He was amazed at how her skin was like porcelain and how her dark hair only seemed to highlight this feature. When she had turned to look at one of the men, he was struck once more by her eery yellow-green eyes. She was the exact image of how he imaged a vampire. She looked like such a sullen, cold woman.<br/><br/>Chuck continued to walk at a casual stride as the group filed into the club. He made his way to the corner of the building next to the club and waited. He would simply watch for now--if an opening presented itself, he would take it. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long slow drag. He hoped Merlot would find Mirabell. If anyone could, it was him. For now, Chuck was going to get some information and kill that bitch who bit Mirabell. He was pretty sure she was related to whatever mess Mirabell had gotten herself into.<br/><br/>As soon as Chuck was finished with his cigarette, the vampiress brought herself out into the alley way, leaning against the wall. She seemed rather tired, but Chuck disregarded that observation. Her well-being did not matter in the slightest. He made his way over to her, stopping at the entry way of the alley. "Hey. Do I know you?" he asked casually, trying to gauge her, though barely able to contain himself. She tensed and looked up slowly, her eyes locking with his. He was taken aback by her appearance up-close. She looked defeated, frail, and overall a non-threat. That was until she stood straight, her shoulders squaring, her head held high as she looked at him from down her nose.<br/><br/>It was a sudden transformation that Chuck certainly had not expected. She looked regal, as if she had been treated like royalty her whole life. There was an air about her that screamed of danger, but Chuck decided that it was just a show tactic in order to intimidate him. He was still larger that she was.<br/><br/>"No. I think no. You should move along," the woman replied in a bored, firm tone. "I think I do," Chuck challenged stepping ever closer to the woman until he was standing in front of her. "Human, I warn you," she whispered harshly to him as he was so close they could feel one another's breath. "You..." Chuck growled out as he suddenly launched his hand at the woman's throat, slamming her against the wall, "are a vampire."<br/><br/>A sickening thwack noise invaded the air as Kallista's head smack against the wall and for a moment she felt dizzy. She didn't know what this man was all about, but she was not going to have any of it.<br/><br/>Perhaps 15 years of being terrified of a world she didn't understand had finally worn down Kallista's patience or perhaps the shame of being unable to acclimate had become too overwhelming. Either way, enough was enough and, unfortunately for Chuck, he was about to receive the brunt of all her frustrations.<br/><br/>The moment he had slammed her into the brick wall had been the moment he sealed his fate. Some dormant instinct within Kallista rose up, tearing through all mental restraints as she brought her hand to Chuck's wrist, her fingers nimbly finding pressure points and beginning to squeeze. The desired effect was immediate as his hand let go of her throat, dropping her. She landed on her feet and wasted no time moving forward, bringing her other hand up and punching the foolish human in the center of his chest. A whoosh of air and the sound of cracking filled the air as the young man was lifted off his feet from the force of the blow. He landed backwards in a pathetic heap. He let out a groan, but Kallista felt no pity as anger surged through her.<br/><br/>Once again she had been targeted for something she had never had a choice in being. Centuries of bitter resentment had grown within her and poor little Chuck seemed to be the final straw.<br/><br/>Kallista didn't waste anytime as she straddled Chuck and withdrew one hand to turn into a fist, repeatedly slamming it into Chuck's face until she felt the soft give of his nose. He gave a yell of pain and Kallista stood, pulling the man up with her as she tried to drag him to the door. He regained himself, though, and managed to pull away. When she went to grab for him again, he swung wildly, catching her by the cheek hard enough that a crack could be heard. She stayed standing, somehow, and simply delivered a roundhouse kick to the man's face, effectively knocking him to the ground.<br/><br/>"You think what?" She asked in her strange accent, her tongue struggling to form the strange language. "What?! You think to bring me death? You think to end me? You know me not! You bring your own death," she sneered as she slowly approached him once more, her face twisted in disgust. She knelt down, bringing her hand to his face as he struggled to take breaths with his punctured lung. She gripped his chin with a motherly hold, forcing him to look at her, "You know not..." she repeated gently, her eyes softening for a moment with pity.<br/><br/>Suddenly she pushed his face away and his head smacked against the concrete, causing him to let out another groan. Her hand moved to his shirt, fisting it into her hand and standing, Chuck's body being lifted with surprising ease. The surprise and fear in the man's eyes was oddly satisfying, but Kallista could only think of how the terror the man showed was not adequate enough for what was about to happen. With determined and confident steps, Kallista dragged Chuck with her, slamming the club door open. Light filtered into the dark room, all figures turning to face the two of them. Kallista tossed Chuck into the room, his body sliding across the floor and rolling to a stop in front of Silas. She looked at Silas with her eerily glowing eyes, her cheek already beginning to swell and her eye black from the earlier hit Chuck had given her. "He..." she said as she pointed a bloody finger at Chuck, "says he knows me. He knows me not. He attacked me."