your like a drug, and i'm addicted ---* [OPEN]

[squishy4]

The night was still young as Autumn sat in one of the booths along the wall in the farthest corner next to the bar. Tonight would be the perfect night to mingle with the countless other humans that crowded the dance floor but instead she remained in her seat as her eyes followed the line at the door. She was here on business and yet again had no time for socialization. It didn't look like it though from the way she looked at the moment. Sporting a blue dress that loosely hug barely past her knees, the straps rested off her shoulders and pink high heeled shoes to complete it all. She kept her hair untouched, letting her natural waves fall on her shoulders and only a smudge of black eyeliner wrapped around her baby blue eyes. She dressed to kill and did so effortlessly. It didn't take long for her to get ready and was actually quite early to the meeting with her new potential client.

Autumn waited patiently for the man she was supposed to meet. She had no idea what he looked like so she had no idea what to expect. Her eyes scanned the dance floor for anyone that might of stuck out but she had no luck. Atleast he knew what she was wearing so when he finally did arrive he would know where to go. Taking her martini glass in her hand she brought it to her lips and took a sip. She normally didn't drink while on the job, but was growing bored while waiting so she figured one wouldn't hurt her. Besides, what's the point of being 21 if you can't drink, right? The thumping from the speakers made the floor vibrate under her feet and the music was deafening. For a moment she was tempted to get up and join the carefree people on the dance floor. But she stopped herself once she took another sip from her drink. If the club was empty she would be up there in an instant. Being surrounded by crowds of people made her feel uncomfortable and claustrophobic. The sweat that poured off of them from the bright flashing lights beaming on their skin also didn't set well with Autumn. Not to mention she wouldn't be surprised if someone didn't grab at her atleast once tonight.

[riley]

you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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IT WAS A COLD, dark night in Seattle Washington when Riley stepped outside of his empty manor. He stood on the porch admiring the layout of the land. He turned his crimson eyes to the moon which hung full, nestled in the clear sky. His face was set in stone, his mouth in a stern line; emotions void. Hands were shoved deep within the pockets of his long, black coat as he left the premises of his newly acquired mansion hidden within the woods. He was not new in this city, and was not hesitant to see what the city of Port Angeles had to offer.

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ICE COURSED THROUGH HIS veins as Riley watched the young crowds file into the nightclub. Positioned in the dark shadows of the ally between two brick buildings, his crimson eyes lingered over the warm bodies stumbling up the cobblestone for a night of drinking and dancing. These scenes still took him back to his humanity. They took him back to memories of he himself being carried home by his old friends, all of which singing merrily through the streets of Forks. The parties they through at his old home town were extravagant and over-the-top. Some would say Riley was lucky for being turned before those events took place, Riley would disagree. Despite the reputation the bad boy held, Riley was on the rise to become a top of his class. As the clock neared nine, Riley emerged from the ally and crossed the street. He entered the club, and surveyed the scene. He had been to clubs all over Seattle. They all held some similar characteristics, each varying slightly from the next. This one, in Port Angeles, was typical- dark with loud music, a bar, and a dance floor. Nevertheless, Riley made his way to the bar. He ordered a vodka tonic to avoid suspicion, and leaned his back against the edge as he casually watched the humans dance- their hips thrusting; their bodies grinding on one another like animals in heat. Riley found it comical- especially when they can't dance, or they clearly are a generation or two older that are still looking for a taste of their youth.

RILEY COULD FEEL THE eyes of the human girls linger on him. He knew his capabilities, and he knew the ease of taking dinner home, but those were not in his plans for the night. Riley was type new to Ports, and though he does not mind causing a stir, he decided against immediately depriving Ports of their population. No, he was out to see what this city had to offer. He was actually more interested in seeing if the rumors were true- rumors of many vampires and shape shifters residing here. Only time will tell. He didn’t know about other species, it was still ignorant about the supernatural world. How he was suppose to know the girl next to him was a charmer?