<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Although it felt like she had seen everything she could in her undead life, there were still things unseen. <em>Rare</em> and <em>exotic</em> seemed to be the only thing still keeping Shaden from throwing <span class="bbc_u">herself</span> into the sunlight. Discovering new things became harder and harder. Even in this ever changing world. As of recent (give or take a few decades), her patience had waned for her kind. Hating the fact that they dared to fashion <em>themselves</em> after the food they ate. Accommodating <em>their</em> lifestyle around cattle. A feeding pen that only served as a great big tease to someone as hungry as she. As the <em>Black Veil</em> loomed, she callously retreated. Shaden could only be who she was. As she made known to her coven many times over. Being herself <em>else where</em>, was precisely what she did. She isolated herself from most of her kin. Seeking out only those like her, with free spirits. Vampyre who lived under the old ways. Who did little or nothing to conform to fit the shackles of the new aged covens. <br/><br/>The Mediterranean was the scene for her most of her <em>nightside</em>. But alas, all good things had to come to an end. She was not <em>so</em> vicious that she would kill off the whole isle of Azores. Just the one side of the island. Enough to satisfy her cravings and keep her sanity for a visit to her brothers and sisters. She found them every time they moved on. Yet, Dallas, Texas was a place she never had the urge to venture. <br/><br/><em>Red Seduction</em> would be her first stop over in this uncharted city. Some silly fledglings in Portugal couldn't stop yapping about how Shaden needed to visit the bar. As if she hadn't been anywhere like it. Shaden undauntedly schooled them in what things she knew were truly peregrine. They stopped talking, which she was glad for. It put a snide grin on her face just thinking about it again. <br/><br/>Upon her arrival, she took her time with getting inside. The entrance was wide, yet cavernous. Everything done up in red. '<em>Obviously choice.</em>' Shaden gave the bouncer a measured stare. Taking long strides in passing. Her thoughts made her grin wider. '<em>You'd be bleeding out on the floor before you could even touch me.</em>' "Not very effective." She coldly stated over her shoulder. His lack of  judiciousness would be the clubs downfall. He was lucky she wasn't in one of her malevolent hellion moods. Then he'd be sorry he let just any old thing walk through the doors.<br/><br/>One thing about vampyres were that they could sense one another. The club was naturally full of them. The others she could sense as well, just by their pulses and body temperatures. The sublime beat of actual palpitations called to her keen hearing. What delicious morsels waited out there on the dance floor. While a tiny bit of trouble would be fun, tonight she decided to lay low. Like she always did before striking out at her prey, tonight, she would just watch.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/vamp.png)<br/><strong><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Dark11;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">{Dallas Vamp}</span></span></strong></strong></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Shaden had an eyeful of the place, and nothing in particular was worth just <em>watching</em> anymore. Far too used to satisfying her every indulgent need, Shaden began giving in. Stalking. The weak, the intoxicated, the lonely. <em>'Got you.'</em> She thought, as she spied a few potential treats. From the bar, Shaden subtly made her way over to one. There <em>was</em> a message she received, about meeting with the master of the coven first. Yet, rules never did take top priority by Shaden's standards.<br/><br/>In a booth, all alone sat a girl in a fabulous gown. One that looked very much like it belonged to someone in a lofty position. "Interesting. Your outfit...it speaks volumes. She slid into the booth, quite close to the stranger. Her gaze was prying and leering at the same time. "Yet...I <em>don't</em> think you're living up to them." There was something Shaden couldn't put her finger on. Something was wrong, mostly because she was using all of her luring powers, and the girl wasn't taking the bate. "Familiar?" Shaden shook her head in answer to her own question. "What kind of puzzle are you?" She took a few strand of the girl's hair and smelled it. Attempting to catch the scent of who the girl's keeper might have been. Faintly reminiscent, yet vulgar in smell, Shaden tossed the strands away as if she were about to become sick.</span>