It was a night like many others in the Black Bat. Those that where here simply let the smoke obscure their forms as they let their fangs be seen, unfolded their wings from their back and let their natural skin color show brightly. This was a place of freedom and acceptance, where all races mingled and danced the night ways.<br/><br/>Tonight was a little less crowded than normal, for the siren that had been on stage for the past few decades had left...moving to life with a sailor of all people on the opposite coast. Instrumentals will only get you so far, when people came here they craved vocals.<br/><br/>Stephano walked the crowd like the wraith he was...unnoticed save for when he stopped to shake a hand or motioned for a waiter to refill a drink. He was troubled...as it has been a few days....people were growing restless.<br/><br/>So he did what he had to, and the vampire in a suit of the darkest black with a shirt of crimson took the stage as the band finished up their last set.<br/><br/>“Thank you for coming tonight.”<br/><br/>He said letting his voice wash other those gathered. It felt like a phantom caress to one's very core...but then again Stephano was a very old creature and carried a lot of ambient power.<br/><br/>“I know you crave a song...so I will do something I haven't done for three hundred years. Sing...”<br/><br/>And with that smile he sang. Queuing the band to start playing he sang 'You Stepped out of a dream' by Nat King Cole. And he was wonderful, he smiled and walked through the crowd as he did so. Any tension in the air faded as he put any Incubus to shame with his skill.<br/><br/>When the song ended he bowed and headed back into the crowd and was forgotten as they all started to dance again. He watched them for a little bit and sighed moving to the bar, he couldn't keep this up. He HATED to sing, it wasn't his job. While he was on stage he wasn't attending to other issues that could be happening.<br/><br/>So much business to attend to and so little time in the day and night.<br/><br/>Bruno, a nine foot tall demon of blood red skin had a glass of bloodwyne waiting for him, no words were exchanged, just a look of sympathy from the demon before he went back to his job.