The music of the modern age pulsed in a beat as his boot crushed the ground underneath it, larger combat boots and a pair of softer steps following afterwards. They walked in silence, there conversation having naturally come to a close a moment before, each of them walking quietly under the moonlit sky.
Every single being that resided in No-Man's Land had fled at their approach, hiding in the shadows as the air grew cold. Bright red eyes regarded the scene as their owner let out a snort of amusement. A glance of gold and orange looked upon him, but at a shake of his head his two companions turned their gazes back to the moon.
All of them stared at it as they walked, the pale moon that cast a harsh, yet gentle light on it's surroundings. They were naturally comfortable at night, although the man with strange hair, a mix of platinum blonde that tapered into pale blue, seemed to regard his surroundings more carefully than the other two. A pair of orange eyes slid over to his form as they walked towards the smaller building, the rune inscribed on it's surface letting off a neon light that cast the surroundings in color.
"There are, of course, alternatives."
The voice possessed by the being with burning orange eyes was rough, yet strangely soothing. It was a voice that could enslave a mortal to the owner's will with but a whisper, and perhaps, not even that. The two who walked with him were completely unaffected, of course. The platinum blonde smiled, his hair so fine it seemed to be white.
"Perhaps. My search has not yet concluded, Count."
The being with orange eyes nodded his understanding as the passed by the bouncer, a lesser vampire. Springing up from his post, his words died in his throat as three pairs of eyes, a burning orange, gold, and a bright red looked at him. Rapidly paling and shivering, the bouncer could do little more than weakly slide down the wall, his protest turned into little more than a gaping protest. By the smell in the air, ha had soiled himself.
The being dressed in red chuckled.
"What a piss-poor performance - get it?"
The platinum blonde pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, while the dark haired being with the orange eyes ignored him completely. He shrugged his shoulders, and took the lead as they walked into the establishment.
"Tough crowd."
Ash patted Ellen's back and said, "I didn't know either. Just lick her throat closed and we can find someone . . ."
"I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Last time you were here, you made it pretty fucking clear you weren't going to be back," a male voice said behind Ash.
"And bloody hell," Ash said with a sigh as she turned around to see Deacon Frost, "Bugger off Frost."
"And here I thought you and your moral fag of a mentor didn't go around turning people. Why don't you introduce me?" Frost said with a smirk before putting a cigarette in his mouth and lightning it.
"…Fag?"
The platinum blonde seemed somewhat confused, until the red-eyed being leaned over and whispered in his ear. Nodding in understanding, the cold eyes of the blonde pierced straight into Frost's own, reducing the little vampire before him to a speck of dust. The crushing feeling of weakness before a superior power that had reduced the guard outside to a gibbering wreck was now focused solely on Frost, though in smaller magnitude.
"Here's your drink." He faced the vampire leader and acted like a drunkard. "These charming ladies are with me. Fuck off, midget."
The being dressed in red chuckled.
"Midget in the head, midget in the sack… heh."
The elegantly dressed blonde broke his gaze from Frost, dismissing him like the vampire did not exist.
"Must you be so crass, Alucard?"
As the red-eyed vampire grinned in response, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, the orange-eyed being with long, dark hair departed from his companions with a nod, striding to the bar next to the werewolf. Each of them could tell what the man on the stool was immediately, though they seemed to take no notice of it. Perusing the contents of the shelf behind the barmaid, the dark-haired Count pointed to a bottle containing a deep, crimson liquid.
"That one."
While not, necessarily, a command, it was spoken in such a way that it caught the attention of the barmaid, and drew the attention of every vampire in the room like a moth to a flame. Ignoring this, his orange gaze met with the barmaid with quiet intensity, ignoring the pale woman with scars lining her neck and arms.
