The night was... perfect - the crowd, the guests, the mood... everything. It was one of those nights that made working in the business fun, the nights you lived for that made those that was... crappy bearable. The music laid heavy on the dance floor and a sea of kins danced like mad totally absorbed by themselves, each other and the general hunt for the perfect mate. For a predator like Vivienne all the hormones was easily detected and that thrilled her made her blood pump in her body... made her mouth water. Suddenly necks and veins was so... alluring. She could easily resist it of course. She held no real need of feeding it was just the hunger and beast that always made themselves aware at these moments trying to get her to cave in - get her to feed, kill and loose the ever battle over the mental control over her body...<br/><br/>She was just pausing and a perfect specimen of the male human race stood waiting for her to have her to acknowledge his presence when she saw HIM. Andrej the Scheriff of Newport. He was a stout and powerful man six foot tall and more or less looked as if he was made of granite, at least in his scarred face. This was a man that had forgotten how to smile or even enjoy himself but then... he was Nosferatu what did you expect from one of ugly one.