Branston and Conner had been spending the last few years in a small town outside of Venice.  Branston loved the place and thought maybe for a change he had found a place he could live out maybe the next hundred years or so.  Branston was always the one who wanted to move from place to place never staying long, but there was something about this place.  The one thing they had learned since arriving to the area was there was a high population of vampires in the area, and a clan of werewolves.<br/><br/>The one thing about Branston and Conner was they were almost considered ancients or originals because they had been around longer than most vampires or Werewolves these days.  They were highly respected and for the most part left alone.  They have been called on many times to help control the unruly of either, and granted they didn’t like to kill their kind but they did if things got messy.<br/><br/>Tonight like most nights Branston and Conner were at the local pub in town called, ‘Reily’s’.  Many nights Branston was here alone because Conner was at home in bed because Branston did not require as much sleep as Conner did.  But tonight he had conned Conner to come out and keep him company.  Branston was sipping on whiskey, the only thing he had discovered that he could drink on but blood that didn’t make him completely nauseas.  Conner was drinking whatever was his taste for the evening; he really had not paid attention to what he had ordered.  He was too busy sipping on his drinking looking around the bar.<br/><br/>“So Conner my friend.”  Brantson said with a smirk, “What shall be the wager tonight?”  Branston and Conner always wagered on who was going to pick up the first woman, Branston just wished sometimes Conner was more willing to play around, then look for the perfect mate.  The one thing Branston had promised centuries ago was, that he would never use his compulsion powers to win someone over, not that he had too it was hard for a woman to pass on his looks.<br/><br/>Before he could get an answer out of Conner he had actually smelled her before he saw her.  This beautiful blond woman walked into the bar.  “I saw her first” mumbled Branston while he sipped on his whiskey.  Branston could tell by her scent that she was not a human, but that didn’t matter to him a piece of ass was a piece of ass.<br/><br/>Right before Branston was going to make his move on the woman he got the strong scent of blood.  He was sure that Conner spelt it too, but this seemed like someone had just made a mess and Branston would go deal with it and would contact Conner if he needed him.  “Well it looks like I have to go deal with something; hopefully it’s not too bad.  I really hate it when the newbie’s leave a mess.”  Branston slammed back his drink and slammed the empty glass on the table.  “Damn it, I guess you get the shot tonight you lucky dog.”  With that Branston took off to try and find the source of the blood.