The night |Cedric|

[logan james davenport]

The night air seem really still and there was only a few sounds, among them the wounds of a few footsteps. Only a few people were out and about that night, most were either going to a club or on their home or going else where. There were some wing flap as well as a few other night sounds that one would expect to hear on a night like this. A man stood in one of the alleys watching the few people walk by, he has a reason for being in the alleyway. That reason was simple, to meet up with some of the werewolves from his pack so that they could join the children of the moon. They were late, Logan has a feeling that something kept them from coming and knowing who was going to show up that night, he known the reason why. That would because of their children of were young enough that they would need a babysitter to watch them. Plus they did warn him if they couldn't make it that night that they meet him in this spot the night after tomorrow. The three of them couldn't really meet each other tomorrow night since it was the full moon, his least favorite night of the month.

Because of how close the full moon was that Logan didn't feel all that good as. A matter of fact he feels ill. That was not a big surprise since he gets like this when the full moon comes around, ever since his birth it was like that for him. He don't know anything different other than being a werewolf, not only that he was born a werewolf so he has a long history of werewolves in his family on both sides. His pack had found it odd that he had married a vampire, when he had first told them the news shortly after he got married to her. His parents and his pack, as well as the one in France, were surprised when they got that news and thankfully they didn't force him out of the marriage. For most of his pack were born werewolves and as far as Logan and everyone else knows that he found his true mate in here. Logan was about ready to leave the alleyway, when he heard a noise that was unnatural at night.

[cedric simon fallon]

Cedric glanced around at those on the table. He could smell the sweaty skin of each of them, hear their rushed heartbeats. His gaze dropped down to his cards in the smoky bar. They were rubbish cards. He knew they would be. These amateur drunkards didn’t know the first thing about shuffling, and his vampiric sight and alcohol-resistant brain let him count every card in the deck. He knew that if he could make it through this one hand, he could snag that ace on the top of the deck. Slip that up his sleeve and earn all of his money back. Well; what little money he had had to lose. Still he played on. Three rounds ago his companions had begun to lose their patience with him. Still he played.

Fold, he plead with himself in his head. He might as well have been intoxicated. He certainly felt the fogginess that accompanied the addictive pull of the cards. “What do you have left?” The ogre-like one to his right growled. Cedric bit his lip, the rush of blood filling his mouth as his sharp canine broke the skin. Sucking on his lower lip to hide the teeth and blood, he reached into his pocket, grabbing his room key for the night and dropping it on the table. Everyone exchanged glances, some swaying more than others. They wanted him to lose. Cedric knew he ought to, and he probably would. Still he had a chance to grab that Ace and win it all back. Cedric threw his cards down with everyone else, not blinking an eye as the ogre-man grunted his express joy at claiming the absolute last value that Cedric bore to his name. “Deal”. he grunted, shoving the cards towards Cedric. As planned, the ace slid neatly into his sleeve and the cards were dealt.

Cedric played the round, watching as the drunks drank more and his pile of galleons gleamed in the hazy pub. ”Sorry mates,” Cedric threw down the cards, reaching for his pile, biting his lip with excitement. The coppery, sweet blood rushed forward, dripping on the wood table. “What’s wrong there-“ The man across from him peered sloppily at Cedric as he shoveled away the galleons. “Vampire!” He hissed, throwing his firewhiskey down.

”Something aginst Vampires?” Cedric grinned, flashing his crimson stained canines to the companions. The ogre-like one slammed his meaty hand down over the money, growling like an animal as he did so. “We don’t play with beasts. We don’t give our money to animals-“ ”Come on!” Cedric stood, swinging his money back around his fingers. ”A troll could’ve beaten you two drunkards-“ Cedric ducked as a glass flew, the enraged bartender glowering at him. ”Fantastic hospitality you have here!” He laughed, mocking a salute before turning to leave. As cocky as he was, he could barely hear the next attack over his own laughter and swelling pride as another ale glass smashed into his head. He sniffed, the rich scent filling the air around him. He inhaled deeply, the hunger he’d been staving off making a clear presence in his core.

He had to leave. He bolted from the pub, darting out of the main street as fast as he could. He could smell everything. Everyone. He felt noxious, the sweet scent enveloping him in the night so heavily as he ran down the back alleys, towards the fewer heartbeats. ”My God,” he panted as he slowed to a walk, his head spinning from the overwhelming senses. Rustling in his money pouch, he searched for his key, only to feel his stomach drop as he felt nothing. Fantastic. He looked around, sniffing at the air. It wouldn’t be long before some people came looking for him; feeling they had something to prove. Some dominant power they had to instill. It was the way of bigots.

He’d have to find somewhere to stay before they put him in danger...or he put them in danger. It wasn’t hard to pick out the scent of a wolf, the irregular heartbeat and smell all too much like a big dog. ”’Ay mate!” Cedric called out to the figure at the end of the alley as he approached the dog. He wiped at his mouth, checking for blood smears as he came up to the werewolf. He looked up at the sky, the thick moon hanging heavy and almost full in the night sky. ”Rough night for both of us, I take it,” he glanced back at the man.

[logan james davenport]

Logan had quickly figured out someone was running but were slowing down to a walk, even through he has stronger senses than a human, he didn't have the heighten senses that his wife has. That was because she was a vampire, unlike him, she was turned and couldn't be born a vampire unless if she was half vampire. From the slowing down pace that Logan could tell that the person was heading towards of where he was standing, though he wasn't sure of who it was or why they had been running. As the person got closer to where Logan was standing that he was able to pick up some things of this person. With it being closer to the full moon that his senses were higher than any other time of the month, expect when he was transformed. Logan could smell liquid of some kind, the smell comes from some sort of seedy pub or the next level up from the pub. Not only that but he could smell blood coming from the person as well as a couple of other scents that made it plain of what it was and as well as maybe the reason of why the person had been running from wherever he had come from.

Yes, Logan could tell the person was a male, Logan wasn't sure about other werewolves or even vampires, but somehow Logan had always be able to tell from the smell if it was a male or female if he was not looking at me or couldn't them yet. Logan knows that the person that was getting closer to him was a male vampire, he was sure from how close the male vampire was getting that the vampire was able to smell him by now. Sure enough he could hear a male voice say any mate from behind him, Logan had did half turn as the vampire walked up besides him. The vampire had checked for any blood, or something along those lines, as he got closer to Logan, it didn't bother Logan all that much if there was blood on the vampire. With being around his wife a far amount of the time that he got used to the smell of blood that come from a vampire. Normally Logan would be more tanned but considering the full moon was almost on him that he looks sick and pale. However the vampire had looked up at the almost full moon before he said that it was a rough night for the both of them. "Yes ip you can say that, though it would be rougher for me to or row night than it would be tonight or the night after tomorrow night."