16125/When the Ranger is the prey

When the Ranger is the prey
Date of Scene:	14 March 2024
Location:	A high end night club.
Synopsis:	Dracula find Kimberly at a club and uses his mental abilites to make her do his will, then summon her to his home.
Cast of Characters:	Dracula, Pink Ranger

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Dracula has posed:
The city houses a lot of clubs. No matter where one looks, there is another. This one is loud, but not seedy. The people are dancing, but not being too handsy. Well maybe a few are.

Dracula remains in the back in a dark booth. He studies those around with interest. He must be on the hunt tonight otherwise why would be be here?

Pink Ranger has posed:
A night out with the girls, victory celebrations, Kimberly had actually been willing to come along to this one. With a few more medals around their necks from the most recent efforts, Kim and her teammates had gotten dressed up for a night out and after a text message to Trini, she'd joined her 'other' teammates that she didn't spend time punching monsters with.

Wrapped in her black dress, her pink lipgloss and hairties along with the heels to match, Kim was out on the dance floor among her girls rather quickly, intent on having a good time!

Dracula has posed:
Dracula watches people come and go with passing interest. Prey is prey and tonight will be no different. No different that is until the lovely Kimberly enters the club.

His eyes study her for a time, taking in the outfit and the woman within it. So the night will be interesting after all. He smiles, to anyone looking that isn't a terribly comfortable sight.

Pink Ranger has posed:
A familier sight now perhaps, the empowered human girl, the Pink Ranger even if she was doing her best to be normal. She was dancing, she was laughing, she was chatting with one of the other girls. Partway through a story from a blonde team member who was explaining how she was -sure- she was going to faceplant during her floor routine, Kimberly's gaze looks up as a shiver rolls down her spine. Instincts of danger perhaps, even if it was hard to place in a place like this.

Dracula has posed:
The Lord of Vampires reaches out with his mind and tickles her will a little. He presses for her to dance, faster and harder. When their eyes meet across the room his will drives into hers. He smiles and the word,"Dance." croses his lips.

Pink Ranger has posed:
A previous encounter and a little deviousness had left that chink in her 'armor', a spot where he could press that will against hers and subtly nudge. It was nothing right? She was on-edge because this was uncommong, but there were no vampiric hordes, clay monsters or alien attacks here tonight.

A shake of her head and Kimberly turned back to her friends, a little laugh and a refusal of a drink offered before she twirled and swayed, falling into the flow of the music as she returned to the dance floor and began to move and dance with the abandon of someone who knew what she was doing...and cared for little else but the enjoyment it for at least a little while.

Dracula has posed:
Adrenaline is a great tool in the hunt. It cleanses the blood, making it far more pallatable. Dracula continues to watch her dance, enjoying the movements of the lithe gymnast.

He rises from his seat finally and walks towards the exit. As he reaches the door, he looks over the gathering. His eyes glow red for a moment, beckoning the Ranger to him and he steps out into the waiting night. Rather than waiting for her at her home, he puts a suggestion to her to find a castle like structure with an idea of how to get there.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Later, Kim's friends would complain to her about how she seemed to go home early, before they really got into drinks and celebration. Maybe they'd think her a stick in the mud, or maybe they'd respect that the girl from Angel Grove seemed to really dedicate effort to being healthy and looking after her body. If only they knew how often she was in mortal peril.

Still, whatever might come later, Kimberly's dancing would eventually come to an end as the compulsion to leave hit her, her fairwell's said and her phone in her hand as she dreamily offered some half-formed excuse about needing to go and slipped out into the night.

Dracula has posed:
Returning to his castle home, Dracula waits to Kimberly to arrive. It is not exactly a castle, but is old in design and structure. Immaculate, but not something that seems normal in the modern day.

The door is opened by a well dressed woman who motions her to enter. She leads Kimberly into the house and to the room where her master waits,"Good evening Kimberly. Welcome to my home."