Dance Your Heart Out- Open

[Ashleigh Burten]

Ashleigh was an odd little girl, everyone who knew her had to agree, but she was also one that many people either loved or hated, there was no room for those in the middle. The dark night loomed above, hiding the deeds of the monsters now lurking upon the streets of LA. No one knew what was truly in store for them like Ashleigh did. She understood all too well and that frightened her the most. Either way, she was planning on distracting herself as she found herself within a club. Often she visited this wonderful little club, mostly for the techno music they played. It always got her blood flowing, even if her blood was not truly her own. Her blond hair cascaded down around her delicate white features, a soft flushed tone to her cheeks as her shimmering red lips curled into a gentle smile. Aqua blue eyes stared at the mortals around, watching many of them gyrate to the music and she found herself nibbling upon her lower lip now. Dancing was the one thing she enjoyed doing, no matter what else was going on around her. In truth, dancing calmed her troubled mind and soul, so it was a bit of a defensive manner more than anything else.

A white tank top covered her torso while leaving her arms bare besides the colorful bracelets wrapped around her wrists. Upon her left ring finger was a silver ring, or rather a copper ring painted silver. She did enjoy silver, but now that she could not wear it, without it burning, she wore fake silver. It worked well enough for her. Beneath her tank top was a dingy tan skirt that bounced above her knees while the rest of her legs were covered in pale blue stockings only to be finished off with a pair of white slippers. They were comfortable and perfect for dancing in, which was all that mattered to Ashleigh.

Focusing back on reality, she happily bounced onto the dance floor and joined the fellow mortals around her. There was little point in holding back as she let herself go, holding no shame in her spastic style of dance. Her body moved with purpose, telling its own little story if anyone were to read into it. Hips bounced back and forth as her hands moved up her body and over her head as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Blond locks swaying with her movements as she gyrated with those around her, blending into the crowd like any other vampire.


[Agent:3]

[Melissa Beckett]

Melissa's hair glowed brightly in the light of the streetlamp she was leaning against. The street was nearly empty at the moment but usually was a hotbed of criminal activity. Mel's green eyes watched the few pedestrians that were walking in the darkness very carefully while trying to looked as relaxed as possible. No one looked like they were going to approach her.

Mel had arranged a meeting with a potential recruit at the club down the street. It had seemed like a good place. The club was in a public venue so neither she nor the recruit would feel intimidated and it was too loud inside for anyone else to overhear what they were talking about. Unfortunately, it looked like this guy was a no-show. Mel was extremely annoyed. She preferred jeans and a tight t-shirt but was currently wearing a black, low-cut, cocktail dress that she did not feel comfortable in at all.

Throwing her hands up in frustration at another wasted night, Mel headed to the club since she might as well go since she was there. She rarely left her small apartment, spending most of her time reading books about history, mythology, or demonology, and needed to get out if she didn't want to go stir-crazy.

The bass of the music pulsed through the floors and into Melissa's heart as she entered the club. It was a mass of people and Mel felt a bit insecure. She hated huge crowds and suddenly remembered why she never went out. Ordering a glass of water, Melissa took a seat at an empty table and listened to the music. She might dance later but was enjoying the ambiance at the moment without having to deal with all the people.


[Agent:2]