The night was still fairly young when the door to a rather small theater opened up to the dark alleyway, the door used mainly by the various actors and actresses for a quick exit after a show had been finished. It was a long stretch of an alley with no sight of any human to speak of, though there were the occasional cats and rats that skittered about as the door swung open and banged against the wall which sent a loud crash echoing into the night. In the doorway stood a well dressed figure who had just placed a hat on his head before adjusting it to fit correctly. As with most nights the mask was securely fastened with those dark green eyes being the only bit of his face exposed. His cape fluttered from the rush of air that came in from the open doorway just as he took his first step into the alley.<br/><br/>"Wait," was cried out towards the man from inside the building he had just exited. The voice was soft and full of youth which belonged to a young woman who quickly approached the tall man who had walked several feet from the door already. "Please don't go," she requested with great concern in her tone as her eyes began to water, "Won't you please join our ensemble?"<br/><br/>The man simply ignored the request as he continued to walk away, not once concerning himself to look back or give a reply. It was an unfortunate consequence that he often comes across when meeting new people, especially those who performed in the same kind of way that he did. He was never sure exactly how much of it was due to his vampiric charm but the result was almost nearly the same when it came to humans; They would become so very attached to him, male and female alike. It happens often at his own theatre after shows when those of the audience would stick around in an attempt to meet with the performers, getting entranced by them, specifically the man who was currently walking away from a member of another theatre he was visiting.<br/><br/>After the show was finished James made his way to the back where all of the performers were changing out of their costumes into their regular clothes. Usually this sort of disturbance was met with great annoyance or even anger but it was a different feeling as soon as James walked in. They all immediately flocked to him as if they had been admiring him all their lives, many of which confessed to spotting Mr. Bell in the audience and could not help but gain a fascination for this man, even hoping that this mysterious stranger would come introduce himself. He stayed with them for several hours sharing stories and getting to know each one. They found a strange comfort in this person and quickly became attached.<br/><br/>The young woman wanted desperately to chase after this wonderful man but knew in her heart that it was futile and slumped her head before making her way back into the theatre closing the door behind her, knowing that she will never see him again.<br/><br/>It was a cool night with no visible stars in the sky as even the moon was blocked out by clouds, which was fine for James as he rather preferred the darkness. It was comforting to him, even before he was turned all those centuries ago. Not to mention it seemed to be a fitting atmosphere for the occasion. He strolled with little care out of the alley and through the streets, taking nearly no interest in many of the humans that passed by who would often catch a glimpse of the masked individual and become enthralled by him. Still he walked on without breaking stride until he managed to find his way to a rather desolate area of the city void of much of the bustling that one would encounter in such an environment. It was in this quiet part of town that he was looking for.<br/><br/>For the last few decades he had been receiving invitations to various exclusive clubs throughout the world, many different representatives of such clubs would seek him out after viewing one of his many performances at his own theatre. A great curiosity began to swell up inside him once the invitations started coming in but he always declined, opting to keep to himself as far as diving into that sort of society. It wasn't until a very special invitation came that he decided to accept, the invitation to the establishment that he was now walking towards. He steadily made his way down the stairs while looking at the door with great intent, opening it as he finally made it up to it, finding himself looking into a dark room with another door opposite of him. Next to the door was a giant of a figure that even dwarfed the somewhat tall James who was reminded of having to pass some sort of screening before being allowed to enter the club, which was, from what he was told, was fairly common for nearly all exclusive places such as this one. Without speaking a word, he made his way over to the hulking figure and stood for a moment, trying to determine what exactly this thing was. Couldn't be human could it? Not for a place like this.<br/><br/>"Your arm," was all that the thing said, more of a demand than a request.<br/><br/>Without hesitation, James presented his right arm and was curious as to what the reason would be for having to do so. His wonder was sated as a flashlight was shone onto his forearm and a slight burning sensation began to form. It was not painful but it could definitely be felt. A few seconds later the skin that was exposed to the light began to burn and then started healing immediately as the light was taken away. He put his arm back down to his side as the doorkeeper moved out of the way, allowing James to enter. The site he took in once inside was something he almost entirely expected from this sort of place; dim lighting, Victorian style decor, patrons drinking from glasses which were filled with a red liquid, which he could only assume to be blood.<br/><br/>He stood at the entrance for several moments as he scanned the entirety of the room he was in, noticing the bar, the tables, and of course an area far in the back that seemed to be a lounge of some kind. Many of the patrons were too focused on their own activities to notice the new member that was standing at the door, which was fine by him as he was not really looking for attention, at least not right now. Instead, he was wondering what was he to do now that he made it in, never having been to a place like this. With that in mind he made his way to the bar and placed his arms onto the dark wood top before looking at the barkeep who immediately brought him a glass and poured him a drink. "Thank you," he accepted it with a devilish smile to match the look he was receiving from the bartender.<br/><br/>"Never seen you here before," the barkeep said.<br/><br/>James took a quick sip of the drink before placing the glass back down, "I just recently got an invitation. Couldn't refuse this time. Though I am not entirely sure what to do now that I am here."