Anabell/Night Whisper<br/>The scent of the fresh chilled air swarmed into the room as a patron entered the club. He was dressed nicely, rather wealthy if I do say so myself Anabell thought as she gazed at the man. Her eyes a mere flick of movement. She straightened her self up and looked the man square in the face, she knew a lot of vampire men who thought themselves superior to woman vampires. He got closer and she could finally smell him. He smelled old, not like his clothes were old or that he was just rotting away, no it wasn't that kind of old. It was rather the smell of his blood, he was much older than her in age and she could tell. Other than the old smell the nights cold air followed and clung to him like he didn't have his own scent, but she was sure he had one, she just couldn't detect it with all the other smells looming around her.<br/><br/>She heard his request and grabbed out a clear wine glass,"What type? You look like a B Negative type." She said with a rather seductive smile that rather came with the territory of being vampire then being flirty. His eyes darted up and down rather quickly and she chuckled to herself while awaiting to see what he might want to drink.<br/><br/>The man who introduced himself as Alucard took her hand and kissed the back of it. She was semi surprised by the gesture but it only proved her thought even more, he was old, and flaunted it very well. "Witman, Anabell Witman, And yes this is my establishment. Glad to see there is still gentlemen lurking around in this world. I haven't seen that done in over a century. " She said with a smile and then tucked a strand of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. "So what will it be?" she asked again.