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Dracula	Club Lux has been open tonight. It's a thing that Vlad has come to keep tabs on, over the course of time. He could hear the music of the place even before he had drawn close to the establishment. But then, his hearing is considerably more keen than that of the sheep that are within it dancing and drinking like harlots with nary a care. Dracula, with his patterned sanguine-lined black cloak to rest about his shoulders and fall about his tall frame to obliterate his presence into just another shadow of the night, stands upon the rooftop of the Club. A breeze passes idly by, stirring his black hair where it rests about his shoulders, but Vlad ignores it. It is a minor distraction that he could tame, if he wished to. Beneath the fall of the cloak, he wears a collared black vest (a gold chain vanishes into a pocket) with a crimson pattern of flowers and leaves across it, a black long-sleeved shirt that buttons at the wrists, a pair of black slacks and black boots. His left foot is flat upon the rooftop, and his right foot rests so that the toes touch the roof and his heel is just above the toes of his left foot. Shadows whisper, gathering a touch deeper around Club Lux as the Lord of the Vampires draws them to him. Within the club itself, all progresses as it otherwise would. There is music, dancing, and drinking. Yet there is a stirring of shadow, a whisper of magic, and then there is the appearance of a house cat sized wolf, crafted from the very shadows itself. It appears out of nowhere, atop of the closed lid of the grand piano, black as the night and with glittering nearly golden eyes. In its maw is a piece of black parchment that is etched with a gold pattern, a crimson wax seal just barely visible. The wolf sits down, patiently waiting, and there is an eerie howl that emits from it. There is only one set of ears that will hear that howl, for it has been specifically keyed to them. To Lucifer. On the rooftop, a smile turns at the corners of his lips, and Vlad waits.
Lucifer	Yes, Club Lux was finally opened again after a couple nights of being closed - much to the chagrin of some of the upper elite class. The Devil had been working through some things, and was on a precipice of either internalizing or exploding - and neither would have been quite well for business. Either way, with the club now open, drinks flowing and bodies moving...the Devil surveys as he wanders through. Glass of whiskey in hand which he sips on from time to time. A smile offered here, a verbal greeting offered there. It's all business as usual for the man and his venue. Until he hears a sound that seems a bit eerie, mystical even. A quick glance around proves that there is likely no other who heard it, and a further look finds the cat-sized wolf sitting on his piano. There's a smirk and Lucifer approaches the creature, taking the parchment from the maw of such and shifts his free hand to give a scritch behind the ears. Once done, he actually sits at the piano and pops the seal off the parchment before unrolling it to read the gold lettering there. Though, all signs points to knowledge of whom bequeathed such a thing to him, but he's curious of what is written all the same. Once he's read, he chuckles, and then looks to the cat-wolf that sits upon the piano still. "Of course you can come visit. The sheep are tame enough tonight, my love, so I will meet you up in the penthouse." Which, lets be honest, won't take him but a step or two to get to if he truly desires swiftness.
Dracula	Maintaining control upon the magic that he has woven, Vlad remains upon the rooftop of the club. He has no fear of the height of the building, and is entirely calm. Or at least, that is how he would appear to any who should happen to catch a glimpse of him there, not that he's easy to spot. In truth, he is... not as entirely calm as he might appear. He is, and he is loathe to admit it, slightly nervous. Whilst he waits, he makes a slight gesture with the fingers of his right hand, summoning forth the matte black sword cane that he favours carrying. And Vlad waits in relative stillness, otherwise. Within the club, the miniature wolf created from shadow allows the note to be taken from it, and it leans into the scritching behind the ears. It even half closes its eyes to it. And yet, it doesn't seem as though there is more to it than simply shadow. Vlad is aware the instant the wax seal is opened on the parchment, and one of his eyebrows quirks upwards ever so slightly. Waiting, and not breathing. The wolf shifts only once the full of the answer has been spoken, rising to its paws, and then the wolf bows towards Lucifer. This done, it simply skirls off in a swirl of shadow, vanishing as though it had ever existed to start with. And with the answer given, Vlad easily teleports himself from the rooftop to the penthouse, to be standing before the windows with one of the curtains drawn aside. He leans just so against the window's frame, the cloak draped over a chair in what might almost seem careless fashion. In place of the cloak is a knee length deep crimson velveteen swallow-tail jacket. Though his hair had been as black as the night when he had been upon the rooftop, within the penthouse it has changed back to snowy white, though his eyes have remained their dark and almost black shade.
Lucifer	Lucifer actually gives a smile when the wolf rises on it's paws and gives a bow before disappearing. It was endaring. Lucifer certainly approves. A final glance is given around to make absolutely sure no one is seeking him and then it's a step. Two. And he's walking across the floor of his penthouse to come up behind the one who stands at the window. The cloak is seen and the jacket is admired before the Devil comes up and places hands onto Vlad's shoulders. "I would say that you do not have to ask if you can visit...but I can understand why you would..." He offers this before shifting to stand aside the Vampire Lord. "You're looking dashing as ever. Is this outfit new? I do rather quite like it..." He then notes the color of Vlad's hair, his eyes, and there's a tilt of his head. Looking out the window himself then, at the skyline glittering with its artificial light. A breath taken even though it is not needed. "Would you like something to drink, my love?"
Dracula	The Lord of the Vampires is occassionally given to whims of theatricality, and the wolf was perhaps a small expression of such. Although, many things could be considered an expression of such, give the way that Dracula is. One of his ears slightly turns as he hears the footfalls of Lucifer within the room, crossing the floor, and a smile ghosts at the corners of his lips. The sword cane is, once again, nowhere in evidence. "I would not wish to intrude upon you if you were already occupied," Dracula says, a thoughtful note to his voice. Occupied doesn't just mean busy with the business that's below. "It seemed prudent to ask first," he adds, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. Lucifer has a means of requesting Dracula's presence, and so this may be a reliable way of him requesting to be in Lucifer's presence himself. Vlad turns his gaze to Lucifer, and a smile turns up the corners of his lips. There's a slight shift of his weight, and he no longer leans agaisnt the window's frame. "Thank you, Lucifer. It pleases me that you like it. It is actually rather the opposite -- it is an old outfit, from an age that has come and gone," Vlad says, giving a soft chuckle. And once Lucifer has come over to him, he lifts his left hand to lightly brush his fingers over one of Lucifer's cheeks, if he's allowed to. "A drink would be lovely, if 'tis not a bother," he agrees, inclining his head towards the Devil. He could summon his own drink, but... he does like to let Lucifer do things for him.
Lucifer	"In truth, I would not wish for you to intrude upon such...just as much as I would not with for another to reciprocate the same type of intrusion." Cause Lucifer surely knows that occupied does not simply mean him being down in the bar attending business. It also means he might need to give Dracula a way of requesting his presence similar to the coin he has. Perhaps he's already considered such a trinket. He steps back a bit to admire the outfit more and nods his head. "Well it is very becoming, and very much you..." This offered before he shifts to turn and walks over towards the bar. He could have just lifted everything to him but...there was something about actually /making/ the drink tonight that seems a little more..special? Personal? Something kitschy and cute as that perhaps. Though even as he is pouring two glasses of scotch, he does eye the vampire lord for a lingering moment. "...Is this the only drink you're wanting to partake this evening?..." Asking it with a grin as he walks the glasses back over to Dracula's side.
Dracula	A smile flickers at the corners of Dracula's lips, and he inclines his head towards Lucifer. "I suspected such a thing to be the case," he says, his voice dark and soft. "I had figured that the piano was a safe place for the shadow-wolf to appear, and your ears are the only ones that would hear the sound it makes. It vanishes if it is not attended to after a certain amount of time," Vlad explains, a thoughtful note to his voice. Sometimes he explains his magic, it's simply not often since he tends to take it for granted that he can do a great many things with it. One of his eyebrows quirks up a touch when his outfit is admired aew, and he tilts his head faintly to one side. And with the compliment given, he half bows towards Lucifer. "Thank you. Your words are most kind," Dracula says, a smile quirking up the corners of his lips. "It is old, I am old... we are of an age," he comments, a tone of amusement to his voice. He watches Lucifer head over towards the bar, and he slips his hands behind his back as he moves to take two steps away from the window. The curtain draws closed without him touching it. He chuckles softly at the question, and then he lifts one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. "Perhaps, perhaps not. The hunger is not unbearable, yet I cannot guarantee that I will not be tempted to sip of other things," he comments, his voice like velvet. His hands come away from his back then, and he lifts his right hand to claim one of the glasses that Lucifer has returned with. "You always have the best scotch," he adds, sounding pleased.
Sinister	Sinister had a meeting this day, much to his annoyance and it wasn't one that he could trust to one of his other selves. So, with much irritation, he had left bright and early to go attend to it. And with whimsy and schedule rarely colliding in the kind of way that makes Lucifer and his doings anything predictable, he has zero notion that he might be returning to an interesting moment. The floor-to-ceiling windows darken further than the drawing of the blinds would suggest that they ought and something large and heavy lands upon the balcony at the top of Lux. The sound of large talons preludes the arrival of clack-clack becoming click-click and finally the sound of footfalls, well turned heels and all. Presumably there's a roof access, there kind of has to be to get past fire safety. Even if you ARE the lord of hell. And thus, an entrance, shedding a few ravenblack feathers from his hair as he does so.
Lucifer	"Indeed. The piano worked perfectly. I hope that I would have heard it regardless and even if I wasn't near the piano I would have been able to find it." Lucifer offers this much. Then he's gone to tend bar for both himself and Dracula, returning to the Vampire Lord with a glass. "We are, both of us, old. You, to me, are but a child still. Either way, it matters none. We've improved vastly in all of our years of existence." He says this much as he lifts the scotch for a sip. "Mmn, I would not have it any other way. I maintain to have the finest liquors my money can buy or favors acquire...whichever nets me the best..." A grin is given as Dracula makes note that he does not hunger much yet, but may partake later. Lucifer shifting a bit closer to lift up on toes and nose into Vlad's neck for a brief moment. "Whenever you may need, or even want, you are welcome to a feast..." This offered and he's just about to flirt a little more, push a bit further when he senses darkening... Then there's the sound of something opening, and the click-clack of talons then becoming footfalls. There is a fire escape with roof access, yes, and it's this door/window where Lucifer's eyes dart to. He smiles, but it's a bit strained. Still, "Ah. Welcome back Nathaniel-heart." He offers and then smiles. "I hear tell there's been a meeting before but... Vlad, Nathaniel..and vice versa.." OIs the Devil nervous? Maybe!
Dracula	"If you were within the walls of the club or this suite of rooms, then you would have heard the howl of the shadow-wolf. It would have reached your ears. Its sound would go no further than the space that you own," Dracula comments, a smile tugging at his lips. He chuckles softly, and then he inclines his head towards Lucifer. "Aye, I am a fair few centuries younger than what you are. It matters not to me what age we are possessed with. We are who and what we are," he says, giving a small nod. He lightly swirls the glass that was given, and then he lifts it to take a sip of the amber brew. It does nothing for him, but he does enjoy the taste of it. Vlad tilts his head faintly to one side, his snowy white hair brushing lightly across his shoulders, and he gives a small nod. "I will be sure to tell you of when I have need or want and you are near," he promises, his dark eyes showing a flicker of a spark within them. His gaze lightly plays over the figure of Lucifer, and if there was an additional comment that he was about to make, it passes unsaid in the moment. The additional darkness of the windows is a thing that Dracula has nary a hand in. One of his eyebrows quirks just a touch upwards, and he half turns his head in order to turn his nearly black gaze towards the curtained windows. Studying them for a moment in which he does not bother to draw breath. His eyes slightly narrow, and he is quiet for a lingering moment whilst he studies what there is to be sensed in that -something-. He, not that long ago, had been upon the rooftop. His tongue flicks out to damp his lips, and his gaze turns unblinkingly towards the entrance that comes from the rooftop itself. "Interesting," Vlad says in a soft tone of voice. The dark gaze of the Vampire Lord flicks over to Lucifer, and he gives a nod to the Devil. "Indeed. There was a brief meeting in a coffee shop, some while ago," Dracula affirms, a hint of a smile ghosting to quirk the corners of his lips. Then his attention shifts back to Nathaniel. "A pleasure to meet you again," Vlad offers, politely inclining his head towards the other fellow.
Sinister	Sinister wears a very singular kind of jacket as he enters, the collar high and standing tall, buckles all along the front, flared and made of leather. The cuffs are thick and folded back, elegantly smoothed with a fingertip as he emerges from the roof access only to pause. "Well, that would explain that then," he muses, whipping a finger around to draw the fallen feathers to his hand. They are absorbed into his palm when he closes fingers over them. Either ignorant of the conversation, or ignoring that he might have 'heard' things whilst arriving out of a sense of politesse, Sinister inclines his head with a click of heels to Dracula. "Vlad Tepes, a pleasure to see you again," there is a glance about the penthouse, a single finger lifted, with a tilt of his head. "In much more fitting surroundings than a coffee shop in Greenwich. That was a strange, strange night." He smiles his sly half-smile to Lucifer as he approaches thereafter, nevertheless still addressing Vlad. "Nathaniel Essex," with a flourish of fingers and a half-bow of the head and shoulders. "I must say, I am quite a fan of your early work. Inspiring." He looks at Lucifer, smiles just a liiiiiitle more and glances at the bar with a soft sigh.
Lucifer	"What would explain what? Did I miss something?" Lucifer asks as he looks between Sinister and Dracula, wondering if this is going to crash in a fiery blaze of glory or maybe freeze over. That'd be a hell of a thing to do. Ha! At least the introductions went well and for the moment seem to be going peacefully. Not that Lucifer expected anything different, but sometimes the wolves can become anxious with so many alphas in a single cave. That smile of his remains, however, and he gestures towards the bar when he spies Sinister looking towards it. "Ah, would you like a drink?" Even as he begins to walk to the bar to make just that thing, figuring if he keeps his hands busy then all will be right in the world. It does *not* help his thoughts that - if they both knew - he could easily be taken on a very interesting ride. A look between them both, first to Vlad, then Nathaniel and back again. "You both are doing well enough, I trust?"
Dracula	The feathers, and their subsequent reabsorption, earn Vlad's attention. "Does my presence explain something?" asks the elder vampire, a flicker of curiosity running through the question. His gaze flits lightly across the penthouse surroundings before returning back to Nathaniel, and he inclines his head. "To that, I would have to agree. I was somewhat tempted to lend a hand at redecorating the walls. Though I may have been in a trifle of a mood, that night," Vlad says, a smile touching at the corners of his lips. To say that Dracula is prone to moods is somewhat like saying that the sun will rise in the east -- it is a given fact. The bow that was offered is one that Vlad echoes in like kind, a smile turning at the corners of his lips. "Ah, well... one's enemies do seem to be rather intimidated when they come upon a field of thousands of their slain fellows who have been impaled and left to rot thus. It makes a statement," Vlad says, his dark eyes showing a glitter within them. He gives his glass a slight swirl, and the takes a sip of the scotch. "I fear your history is less well known to me than what mine is to you, though there has been a mention or two that has reached my ears over time of accomplishments that are impressive in nature," he says, a thoughtful note to his voice. His tongue flicks out to brush across his lips, and his dark gaze follows Lucifer for a lingering moment. His head tilts ever so faintly to one side, studying him briefly before giving a small nod. "Indeed, I am faring well. And I trust that you also are?" he asks. It would seem that if things are either going to explode in a flaming blaze of glory or freeze like the heart of Siberia, he isn't intending to be the cause of either. At the moment, at least.
Sinister	Sinister answers Lucifer by tapping the side of his head at the temple with a single digit twice. "I'm rarely unaware," he replies, looking quite sociably to Dracula. "I could feel our esteemed Host, but I knew he wasn't alone, even above the sea of humanity under our feet." A subtle laugh finds him. "And the fact that my acclaim is not great, is as it should be. No great warlord and prince am I, merely a scientist." Ahaha. HAH. Haaaaah. The other one has bells on it. To Lucifer he turns then. "A glass of your delicious cognac, please." Not whiskey. "I've been having a lovely day so far. I've had to liquidate a whole lot of assets and terminate someone's contract permanently. I do so hate it when people get ideas and think that they can sneak one past me. I now have my institutes in Singapore, Thailand, Hong Kong, Japan and Beijing doing bloody clean-up. And south Korea is officially on search and destroy."
Lucifer	"Well the night is still fairly young for some of us I believe. For the most part I am, however, fine of course." Lucifer offers this as he sets to pour a glass of cognac requested by Sinister, and then brings said glass to the other man, offering it over. "Well, I am sorry to hear that you had to terminate a contract, but glad you were able to weasel out someone who was trying to sneak one past you." He takes a sip of his own glass then. "Some people never learn." Then the Devil is gesturing. "You should remove your jacket, Nathaniel, stay a while. We should sit. Please." He offers while walking over towards that L-shaped couch which is surely big enough for three men. He even settles himself in the center cushion so that there is room on either side of him. "In a weeks time, I am holding a Roaring 20s night. I do hope both of you can make an appearance. It will also tickle me greatly if the part was dressed for." A pause. "It's also required. To be dressed the part. For entry and such."
Dracula	"Ah, indeed, he was not alone," agrees the elder vampire, inclining his head slightly towards Nathaniel. "It causes a small amount of curiosity as to what my presence comes across as feeling like to your particular abilities, given that I am no longer human and have not been for some time," Vlad muses, tilting his head a touch to one side and unblinkingly watching Nathaniel. "I find it difficult and bordering towards impossible to believe that you would be 'merely' anything. It would be an underestimation to presume you to be only a scientist. It would be akin to saying that I am 'merely a vampire'," he says, his tone a touch amused. One does not live for as long as Nathaniel and be 'merely' a scientist. There's a flicker of what might be interest that comes to Vlad's eyes at the talk of business (or it might be from the 'bloody' adjective being used, who knows!), and he tilts his head a touch to one side. "If I might be so bold as to inquire... what manner of search and destroy are you attempting?" he asks, curiosity lurking in the deep tones of his voice. "Lessons and examples are the best means of making it known certain actions have consequences, although sometimes they are somewhat resistant to learning." His dark gaze flicks over to Lucifer, and he gives a small nod of agreement. "Indeed, the night is yet young, and there are many hours yet before dawn will seek to come," he agrees. Not that he's overly concerned about the sun since he has alternate means of travel available. There's a soft snick of his heels as he crosses the floor towards the couch, and he claims a seat to one side of Lucifer before he smoothly crosses his legs at the knee. He takes a sip of his scotch, considering the invitation, and then he gives a nod. "I expect that I have something that I might be able to wear for such an occassion."
Sinister	Sinister tilts his head birdlike for a moment, then flicks his arms out to the side. The leather poofs into particular smoke, settles onto his skin and sinks in, leaving him wearing a sleeveless shirt of cream with a formfitting low-rise waistcoat beneath over suede trews and silver-capped heels. The cognac is taken, raised. "TO your health gentlemen," as he takes invite to settle on the other side of Lucifer, an arm hooked lazily over the back of the apolstery. He sets his ankle over his knee, faced more or less toward the other two. "AHhhhh, my comment regarding Lux got those cogs twirling in that head of yours I see, Lucifer? I would be delighted to come. I shall have to dream up a design that will be suitable for the evening," he muses, then again tilts his head, considering Vlad's curiosity. "Termination is very terminal if you betray me. I do not make object lessons of individuals so that they can do it again, I make them object lessons for everyone else, to make sure nobody gets the wrong idea. Every so often, one of my corporation seems to think that they can think on thier own, outside of the stated goals and start to get /ideas/. Korea is being cleaned." Which likely means all agents OF his agent are being systematically hunted down. "Your mind is interesting, Vlad Dracul. It is... knife-like and cold on the surface and broiling underneath. Quite inhuman," he gestures to Lucifer. "But then so is his."
Castiel	Castiel arrives without fanfare or pomp, contrary to Scriptural account. Instead, he merely appears, a slouching figure in a trenchcoat, his cheeks gruff with stubble, his clothes in need of tailoring and pressing alike. He had thought to visit with his errant and much older brother at a time when he would not be overwhelmed with customers and business, but he should not have been surprised to find Lucifer far from alone. The archangel never could abide silence easily. "Lucifer," he says. "If I'm interrupting, I can make myself scarce," he says, giving a nod of wary greeting to Dracula, whom he'd already encountered, and then turnins his divine attention towards Sinister with a curious eye. "An abomination. Unusual. 'One who has willingly cast off the image of God' was, I believe, the definition that Gabriel came up with for the term. But I am not here to judge, although any realm of Lucifer's is bound to ignite hellish appetites."
Lucifer	Lucifer allows Dracula and Sinister to talk amongst themselves, since it seems there's a certain topic of interest between the two. Though when they pause from such to answer him about his idea for the club he grins. "Ah. Splendid." He looks to Vlad first. "I very much would like to see you in something fitting the era... though I also hate taking you from your gothic catoure." He seems to consider this a moment and then he shrugs his shoulders. It's what Sinister mentions next that has him giving a chuckle. "Indeed it did. Figured I would begin with the Roaring 20s. If it's a hit, then I think I will randomly choose nights that can celebrate all sorts of decades. Probably nothing earlier than the 20s though, and I might just go up in sequential order, skipping decades where things were a bit.." He waves a hand. "Cluttered? Skewered?" His glass raises also. "To our health and our existances..." Not getting but a sip in when suddenly the very *pressure* of the room changes just before the figure that is Castiel appears before them. Lucifer's jaw sets a moment and then he stands, tugging on his shirt before regarding his 'brother'. "Oh do not set it up like you did not know there were people in my home." He then points a finger at Castiel. "And you will not refer to ANYONE within my home, my business..my *presence*, dear brother, by such words. Do not *lessen* or *demean* a person simply because in your precious eyes they do not meet whatever pathetic standards our jealous and pretentious father expects one to be." Then, he smirks. "No? Not here to judge? When you just said one of the most judgmental phrases that could snake out of your lips?" Oh. Does anyone have popcorn? "But by all means, please, join us."
Dracula	The glass of scotch is lifted by the elder vampire, and there's a smile that tugs at the corners of his lips. "Of course, to your health," Vlad agrees, looking from Nathaniel to Lucifer to include both of them in the returned sentiments. There is a flicker of a moment in which the vampire allows the thought to exist in which he wonders how one Nathaniel Essex's blood tastes in comparison to Lucifer's, and then the thought is rather quashed back from whence it came. When one happens to have a particular thirst, one is led towards wondering particular thoughts related to it. He lifts the glass to take a sip of his scotch, savouring the taste of the brew. "Termination was always permanent within my employ as well. They serve best when they are made examples of," Vlad comments. Terminated employees were put to good use -- they fed his hunger. One of his eyebrows quirks up a touch at the insight to his own mind, and there's a flicker of something that chases through his dark eyes. "-In-teresting," he muses, his tone thoughtful in nature. He takes a sip of his scotch, considering the insight. "Some of that may be from the hunger. Some perhaps from the mantle of power that I am possessed of. And, well...," he pauses, lifting his right hand to make a slight gesture, "There is the fact that I am no longer human." As Castiel happens to manifest himself, there's a slight quirk of one of Vlad's eyebrows and his dark gaze falls upon the angel. His tongue flicks out to slowly pass over his upper lip. "Are you saying that my appetite is hellish? I could provide a demonstration, if you wish," Vlad offers. He may or may not be in some manner of mood, and it may or may not be good. He lifts his right hand, lightly brushing back some of his snowy white hair, and there's a glint of crimson that shows in his dark eyes. His dark gaze shifts to Lucifer, and he inclines his head towards him. "I will do my utmost best to garb myself appropriately for the night, I assure you. Even if it does mean a departure from the more gothic side of my wardrobe," he comments, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Sinister	"That sounds as if it might be fun, indeed. People do love to embrace an era," Sinister muses, sipping the cognac at the toast, when he winces as something that was not there, arrives out of nothingness. Castiel's words have him arching an eyebrow up high on his forehead, twisting lips to the side and fixing eyes upon the interloping angel with one slow blink of ruby red's. But then? Then he's suddenly defended by Lucifer and he can but widen his eyes juuuuust a little, making his mouth pert ... and sips his cognac. "None of us are," he murmurs into the glass, sips again, then rests it on his knee, clearing his throat gently. "You know, he was quite right in his own way. Although that ruddy book is full of contradictions from start to finish, it's no wonder people have conniptions over its interpretation. Load of codswallop anyway," he lifts glass to Lucifer. "No offense. Antiquated and badly in need of revision." He goes quiet then, brooding.
Lucifer	And just as soon as Castiel is here, he's gone again. Lucifer sighs, then sits back down in that seat betwixt his loves. He doesn't seem to say anything for a lingering moment, just sitting there staring at the space that Castiel once occupied and now doesn't anymore. And /hes/ the asshole that everyone is disappointed in? Lifting his glass, he sips at a little more whiskey. Listens as the others continue their conversation - sort of. There's not a /lot/ that can affect the fallen archangel, but apparently what just happened before him does. Affect him. In a way that he's now bothered. Even when Sinister tries to sort of down play what was said...after another silent moment or few, Lucifer stands again and turns towards the floor to ceiling windows to then approach them. A motion of his hand and the curtains pull back revealing the skyline glittering against the dark of night.
Dracula	"Indeed, they do. And the nineteen-twenties were long enough ago that the people of today would likely gladly take a tumble into the rabbit-hole to visit them. You ought serve period style cocktails at the bar, as well," Vlad offers, a smile curling at the corners of his lips. He lifts his glass, taking a sip of the scotch, savouring the flavours of it. One of his eyebrows quirks up as his gaze turns to Nathaniel, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. "I have been called worse things. There are more interpretations to that particular book than what there are versions of it available in print, and it is rather deserving of a revisionists axe to be taken to the pages and verse thus written within," Dracula comments, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Although it is perhaps right in one thing -- that humans are sheep," he adds, sounding a touch amused at that. He lifts his had nearest to Lucifer, to lightly touch the Devil's thigh near to his knee, though it is a brief sort of thing. His dark gaze follows Lucifer as he heads over to the windows, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. He shifts his weight, smoothly and gracefully rising to his feet before stepping over to stand to one side of Lucifer. He lifts his hand nearest to Lucifer, and he lightly touches the back of his shoulder. "Such words are designed to draw a reaction, to stir things up. Do not give him the satifaction of more than what he has already earned of them," Vlad says in a soft tone, an oddly gentle tone to his voice.
Sinister	Sinister's gaze tracks to Dracula as he extrapolates and expounds upon what he had said in far fewer words. He smiles faintly though, watching the elder nobleman's ultimate definition with a cluck of the tongue. But there are other things afoot here, which it seems he must bear witness to. His smile becomes fainter, but still there as Dracula goes to take his place at Lucifer's side and his gaze lingers on the opposite shoulder. A whole argument can be had in the mind in a matter of moments, when thoughts are fast and furious things, but he appears to lose whatever argument he was having and chooses discretion as the better part of valour.... Though not gone, he concentrates and much like a whisp of shadow before the light of dawn, he fades from perception. Still there, just 'can't see me, can't see me, can't see me' telepathic obfuscation.
Lucifer	"I'm more thinking of all the ways I could kill him. Just over and over again. See, he'd go back up to Heaven and then have to go through all the rickety racket to come back down to earth again..." He chuckles. "Setting up several deaths in a row would become awfully annoying to him. Maybe he'll think twice about visiting." Then there's a thought and he sighs. "It's my fault. I sort of gave him an open invitation... thinking maybe we were on..." He trails off, waves a hand in the air. Then he takes a breath and sips on his whiskey. "Anyway. Shouldn't let it ruin the mood, shall we?" Turning back only to find Sinister...well not gone but...not all there. "Nathaniel? Do I need to get the fog machine out to find out where you're hiding? Don't think I won't.."
Dracula	The elder vampire moves lightly, leaning his shoulder slightly against the window near to where he stands near to Lucifer. It turns him a bit, to be facing the celestial, and he lifts his glass to take a sip of the scotch. His hand slips away from Lucifer's shoulder, his hand returning to his side. Being what he is, being how he is, and being possessed of certain particular abilities, there is a slight tilt of his head that occurs in response to Nathaniel's efforts. He is aware of the attempted tinkering within his mind, he is. His dark gaze tracks over to where the other fellow is, and one of his eyebrows quirks up slightly. "You know... even if telling my mind that my eyes did not perceive the sight of you worked, I would still smell you and I would still hear you. And there are other ways in which my vision can perceive your presence than simply the image of you," Vlad says, his tone both calm and oddly possessed of a certain gentleness to it. And perhaps a hint of amusement, as well. "If it is of concern, allow me to at least attempt to set such at ease as I have a feeling that since the thought occurred in my head that you may well be aware of it being there -- I will not bite or sup of you without your permission," Dracula says, inclining his head towards Nathaniel. "Do not be tetchy on my account," he adds, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The Count turns his attention towards Lucifer, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. "Come now. It is not worth it. My honour is undamaged and the words were naught more than words. I drink blood to live and to survive -- do you truly believe such a thing to fall elsewhere than within the category of being possessed of a hellish appetite?" he poses, arching an eyebrow in nigh regal manner. "His words are not your fault, but they are not falsehood either," he adds, giving a short nod. "I could summon fog, but it seems more troublesome than simply limning him in blue light. Or perhaps crimson," he offers, his dark gaze turning towards where he knows Nathaniel to be.
Sinister	Aah yes, just because Dracula's mind is intractable, does not mean that the potent telepath in the room wasn't picking up on 'I wonder what that tastes like?' - the act of thinking and doing not being quite the same thing. But it can be heartily distracting, that's the truth of things. "Well, -fine- I won't let you have your moment," fading back into view, Sinister looks firmly at Dracula and waggles his finger back and forth like a metronome. "Let it just be said, if I did not wish to be fed upon, I would not be. But at least we're all on the same page." He smiles faintly, playing the game of visual tennis between vampire and archangel, resting his temple against curled digits, his arm propped upon the back of the couch. "Oddly enough, he did rather nutshell the both of us. It's as if he'd practiced that insult in the mirror."
Lucifer	Lucifer takes a breath and then lets it out slowly before looking to Dracula, and then further, looking back towards Sinister. "I do not mind that the two of you are quite accepting of such a role. However, I will not have a guest in my home speak of things in a way that is meant to be demeaning." There was a difference. Accepting such things and making them your own was for the person to do. Still, Lucifer waves a hand dismissively, but then Sinister's comment has him giving a chuckle. "He probably does practice such things in a mirror. So if he ever comes across someone of certain ilk, he'll know *just* what to say..." Then he tries, for a second time, to side step the emotional shit and step into a new topic. "I'm still waiting for the two of you to now telepathically conspire against me. I'll just throw that out there. I am clearly outnumbered, and by no means as evil as either of you. Conspiratory, maybe. Evil. No." Then he grins.
Dracula	It might have been a brief thought, but it was a potent and strong thought. What -does- a Nathaniel taste like? The very thought is assuredly enough to stir the hunger within the elder vampire even though he'd earlier claimed to not be hungry. Though the hunger is an ever present thing within him, a thing that he's used to living with. The thought is not terribly far removed from the action. One of his eyebrows quirks up slightly at the metronomic wagging of the finger, his gaze focusing on it for a moment before shifting to Nathaniel. "Of course," Vlad says softly, a touch demurely. He wouldn't presume that the other abilities at Nathaniel's disposal wouldn't work on him. "It is an important thing to be on the same page," he adds, inclining his head towards the telepathic fellow. His gaze doesn't shift away from Nathaniel for a long moment after Lucifer speaks, but then he gives a small shake of his head and a look to the archangel. "Lucifer, it is quite fine. There is no need of vengeance to be served," he says, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. He really doesn't seem to care much over what Castiel had said. Vlad returns his dark gaze to Nathaniel once more, and he holds still for a long moment, the tip of his tongue running along the inside of his teeth. And there is no warning at all of what he does next. One moment he was yet standing beside Lucifer, and in the next he was in front of Nathaniel with one of his legs straight and the knee of the other resting on the couch next to him as he leaned over the telepathic fellow. The crimson glow in his eyes is telling, though it hadn't been there a moment ago when he'd left Lucifer's side. Nary a word is said by the vampire before he bares his fangs and rather promptly bites Nathaniel's neck, to pierce the artery there and feed upon him. His left hand lifts, fingers lightly passing along Nathaniel's jaw before lightly settling at the side of his neck. And it seems he intends to feed not just a little bit, either, drinking deeply of the hunger-sating blood.
Sinister	"Evil? I am Sinister, my dear. If we were roman, I would be arguing with my stylus that it kept dragging my hand in my own wax and ruining my cursive," Sinister replies, mwahing the air silently and blowing across his palm to the archangel. "Would we ever?" But then, there is the blink of an eye quickness from Dracula, suddenly looming over the geneticist that made himself who he is. Eyes go wide and lips part for a momentary protest, but already he is bit -- the hand that propped his chin reaches to snake in Dracula's hair, gripping scalp and pushing back, the other flailing for a grip. The air condenses around the pair, shoving left and right and up and down, but the grip tightens, then releases and Sinister slides on the couch, one leg sliding out beneath the vampire almost boneless as his spine arches up. That's a bit of a long drink, if one were to judge by how much time it usually takes for Vlad to get his fill. A bit more than one would consider a safe standard. There's a hurking gargle and Sinister melts.
Lucifer	Lucifer takes a breath and then lets it out slowly. "See, now you're not letting me have any fun...and I do ever so like to have fun. Still, I concede to your words my dearest Vlad." He won't take vengence. He might even apologize for being a bit more on the cruel side. It just struck him as *stupid* for Castiel to even decide to judge but not judge in his home. Then, there's a stillness, and before Lucifer can perhaps even blink he's witness to Vlad moving to the scientist. There had to of been some form of consent that he wasn't privy to because he knows Vlad would not harm Nataniel for no reason. Though it would seem - briefly - that perhaps Nathaniel did not expect it? But...clearly...he is enjoying it yes? He's not the only one enjoying it either. Lucifer takes a step and clearly he's doing the Reposition Shuffle as he steps towards the couch. Watching Sinister begin to sort of melt while Vlad takes of him...he wonders if he should stop it. Perhaps Vlad is taking too much, but fucking hell (...why does every sort of curse include hell in it??...) is this not ridiculously sexy. There's a pause, and then he reaches to touch a hand gently upon Vlad's back. Just to make sure the man keeps a hold of his wits while feeding as he's doing.
Dracula	That moment of Nathaniel's lips being parted in protest is blatantly ignored by the elder vampire. If he even notices it. Though for as aware of many other things as what he is, it likely doesn't escape his awareness. There is a soft moan of sound that comes from him as he feels Nathaniel's fingers come to be entwined in his hair, and still the vampire drinks. The shifting of the air, regardless of the direction that it's pushed and pulled, doesn't sway him or move him from his perch atop of Nathaniel. Nor does it cause him to break away from the feeding. Normally, it doesn't take Vlad very long to feed. But this time... this time, it takes longer, and he drinks deeply. It isn't often that Dracula can truly let his hunger free. But in this feeding, he allows it to take control of him. His hand at Nathaniel's neck moves in order to support his head when the telepathic fellow melts, and not even Lucifer's hand upon his back is enough to make him end the feeding. What causes him to stop is when there is no more blood within Nathaniel to drink. That's when he pushes the hunger back, opens his eyes, and then eases his fangs from out of Nathaniel's neck. His tongue flicks out, brushing over his lips, and he takes a moment before he straightens. The crimson light in his eyes has gone out, and they've returned back to their dark brown hue. For him, there is power in blood, and he feels as though his body nigh sings with it in this moment.
Sinister	Sinister may well have been enjoying it, even up to the point where there was no return. Exsanguination is definitely a new one. He has exploded himself before, which should give someone solace, but who is to say if this Sin is the REAL Sin, or nay? A guff of air escapes as he's laid back, but his eyes no longer glow, and very soon after this, the geneticist melts into the couch. Behold, puddle of Sin. Truth: one and only place that this could be a thing and no eyes batted.
Lucifer	Lucifer folds his arms across his chest, still trying to make it seem like he's not completely turned on by the events that just happened in front of him. Though he did also seem to notice that nothing was pulling Vlad from his reverie of drinking from Nathaniel. So when the vampire finally stops, and Nathaniel literally melts into the couch, Lucifer raises a brow and looks between the puddle and Vlad. "Well... this is certainly interesting. I'm a little jealous you got a taste of him before I could..." Lucifer says to Vlad and then, with a smirk, shifts to move so he can capture Vlad's lips in a kiss, heated and passionate, but also seeking to taste both of his lovers on the same tongue. Vlad with a hint of Nathaniel. Though he holds it a moment, pours himself into it, he has to break it at some point to look back at the puddle. "...is/are he/you going to be okay?" Speaking to the puddle, and to Vlad, and maybe even to himself. Who knows!
Dracula	If nothing else, it would be a new death experience for Sinister! Mark exsanguination off the list of 'I wonder how that feels'. It's also a new experiece for Dracula, for he's tasted a wide variety of blood before but not blood that is like his. And that might well deserve for there to be another taste had at a future date. Vlad softly reaches out with his left hand to very lightly trace the backs of his fingers along Sinister's jaw -- a small liberty taken. "A delicious meal. If only all of mine could have such flavour," Vlad says, a soft tone to his voice. He had enjoyed each and every drop that he'd consumed. Gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over each of the bite marks that were left behind. Vlad's dark gaze turns to Lucifer, and he tilts his head faintly to one side. "Mm... had you intended to drink of him yourself?" asks the vampire, a touch of amusement to his voice. Not only does he allow the kiss from Lucifer to fall upon his lips, but he slips an arm around the Devil to pull him a touch closer in the midst of it. He willingly lets the kiss linger until Lucifer breaks free of it, and one of his eyebrows quirks upwards at the question asked. He tilts his head faintly to one side, studying Lucifer for a moment before his gaze turns to the body of Sinister. There is a questing thought that reaches out, his curiosity getting the better of him. And he offers nary an answer for the question that had been asked. For himself, he will be well and fine -- it's not the first time that he's overfed.
Sinister	Body? Oh, there is no body, there is quite literally, a puddle. Silvery-black, almost like burned quicksilver; Now, there is a powerful, noble and elder being with considerable strength and virile potency in a pair of fangs right there. And there is also the archangel Samael, first born of the christian god, fallen from grace and champion of 'I do what I want, fuck you!' to all and sundry. And there is a puddle. <<You are an ass. Here we are, trying to teach you a lesson about under and/or overestimating and you go and get turned on. And I don't care how rude I'm being. Dracula can't kill me, any more than you could. But it did feel rather good.>> Nope, not sexy vampire, not immortal archangel, just a puddle that can shift up, grow wings, sprout claws, rile through a planoply of faces, roil in a turmultuous ball of twisting, shapeshifting essence and pour into itself to rise tall and be Man again. Sinister runs both hands through his hair, flicking the length back over his shoulder with a clearing of the throat. "Where's mine?" he points at his lips.
Lucifer	"I had, at one point, considered it... it never came to fruition due to...other exhaustions that had occurred." Lucifer explains to Vlad, giving the man a smile. "Seems this is going to be an interesting triad. I feed from the sinners in my own way, Vlad drinks from us both...and Nathaniel makes a delicious treat in so many ways." As words enter his head from Nathaniel, Lucifer glances to the puddle and then gives a laugh that comes out a little darker than before. "Trying to teach me a lesson? The both of you? Do you truly think that I under or over estimate anything? And I am not apologizing for getting turned on by watching one lover drink from another. It was sexy. Gloriously so..." Watching, then, as puddle becomes man, who flicks long hair back behind his shoulders and then clears his throat and asks for a particular favor. A smirk forms on Lucifer's lips as he shifts to get closer to Nathaniel, shifting ever so slightly this way and that until he is perfectly formed against Nathaniel's frame. "Right where it's always been, my love." Leaning up just enough so he can capture Nathaniel's lips in a kiss, heated and passionate, arms lifting to wrap around the geneticist's form as that embrace is held a moment.
Dracula	There's a soft but dark chuckle at the words that sound in his head, his dark eyes showing a spark of amusement to it. He lifts his right hand, lightly combing his figers through his snowy white hair, the colour having lingered even though his hunger is fully sated and then some. "Well, if you enjoyed it, then it could perhaps be arranged for it to occur as often as you might wish," Vlad offers. He isn't about to argue to getting to feed from Sinister. He had rather enjoyed it as well. The elder vampire watches as the puddle moves and roils and flips through face, flickering through shapes before settling upon a man form once again. And he can't help but to quirk a smile at Nathaniel's request. He shifts slightly, moving to step away from Lucifer in order for the Devil to be able to deliver the kiss. "You are both a delicious treat, and I appreciate the opportunity to be able to drink from both of you," Vlad says softly, half bowing to the pair of them. "And you ought have known this would be interesting to start with, given the individuals that are present," he comments, a touch of amusement to his voice. He watches Lucifer approach Nathaniel, and he does watch the kiss as it is gifted, and there's a smile that quirks at the corners of his lips. He seems pleased, interestingly enough.
Sinister	"Hmmmnf, you've only over and underestimated me a handful of times now, but we want to nip that sucker in the bud, don't we?" Sinister murmurs against the kiss, swatting the devil on the rump as he says this, arching brow number two up, as opposed to one. He is an omni-brow artist, both sides can be equally raised independently. He looks across his nose at Vlad though nodding that way, then pulling Lucifer close, then releasing him once again after a proximity alarm or two go off. The contemplation of being 'fed on' makes him give a lash-lowered look Lucifer's way, then he clears his throat in a polite cough. "I am not a delicious treat. I am not the fed-upon component of this triad," he states this in a jovial enough tone, but there's a slice of something sharp beneath it. "Be careful Samael, I am -not- a trifle, or a pudding, or any kind of sweet treat." He gestures at the two of them. "You scolded Castiel for such insulting verbiage, then use it yourself in your own manner, by implying two predators and one prey. No." Another waggle of the finger like a metronome. "Not here and now and not in this poignant moment, where we establish who we are. Respect, correct?" He flourishes a bow to Dracula and a grandiose gesture upwards, toward Lucifer. Point?
Lucifer	Lucifer is still all smiles for a moment, and then there's a kiss given and held until it is not anymore. "Mmn, I honestly had a lot of wonders on where this would go given the two of you and myself. So far, it's teetering, a bit closer to a good side than a bad, surely." He answers Vlad then, that ever-present smile still present for a moment longer. Until it's not present anymore and he looks back over at Nathaniel. There's a pause as he mulls over everything and then seems to take on a sort of neutral expression. "I'm sorry. I thought I scolded him for calling you an abomination...which is not a word I am particularly fond of." He muses. "Oh, but apparently even my scolding him was a bit harsh, according to even the two of you. Forces forbid I stick up for anyone who is close to me." Damn your pride, Nathanial Essex, for it leaves the Devil scorned. A glance is given between both Vlad and Nathaniel for a moment before he simply nods. "Well. Since having failed in a nice all around circle for me, perchance I should just let you two enjoy each others company for the rest of the evening. You both know where...pretty much everything is among the two of you, yes? Good." Then he turns, a step, and another, and then the Devil is gone.
Dracula	The elder vampire makes a soft gesture of his hands before him, a sort of 'peace' type of gesture. Then he bows towards Sinister, the gesture one that is both regal and sweeping as well as respectful. "Pray, forgive my choice of words, Nathaniel. As I stated before, I will not feed of you without your permission nor without your invitation. Only then. Your blood, and Lucifer's blood, are different than the blood of a regular human. And while it may be impolite to say so, it does taste better and thus is, to one such as I, more delicious," Vlad says. And he takes a moment to school his thoughts and firmly push away thoughts of feeding from either Lucifer or Sinister in order to think of neither such things. There is a soft rumble of sound from him as he bows a second time to Sinister, a flourish with the graceful gesture. "Respect, aye. You both have mine," he says. His gaze turns to Lucifer, and he tilts his head a touch to one side, one of his eyebrows nudging up slightly. "It does seem more inclined towards better than towards worse, which is a reassuring sort of thing," he muses, a thoughtful tone to his voice. He's quiet a moment, listening, and he gives a soft grunt before shaking his head briefly. "While your willingness to stick up for those close to you is a touching thing, and while you may not like the word abomination, it is not an incorrect term. Once, I was a human man, and by my actions earned the notice of a dark creature. It turned me into a vampire, and after years it allowed me to take the mantle of Lord of the Vampires. That makes me exactly what he accused me of being -- an abomination with a hellish appetite," Vlad says, his brow wrinkling. An attempt to explain his own reasoning, at least -- he's come to terms years ago with what he is, and with what he isn't. And then Lucifer is gone, and Dracula hisses out a breath. "Too bloody simple to stay and talk about it," he grouses, lifting a hand to comb his fingers through his hair. Then he steps closer to Sinister and offers his left hand with his palm up. "I know where he has gone. Do we wish to venture after him?" he asks, tilting his head slightly to one side.
Sinister	Sinister's brow creases at Lucifer's initial reaction, something that only gets deepened as it progresses. He listens to Vlad's words and ultimately it leads him to closing his eyes just as the hand is proffered palm up. A deep breath is taken deep into his lungs and a vein pulses in his left temple, then his right. Not a word from his lips, but there doesn't need to be. <<LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR!>> -- black ooze sneaks from his nostrils, leaks from the corner of his eyes slowly. <<...>> it fades back as Essex pants the breath out, swipes his hand under his nose and stares at the dark viscousness. Anger melts to something else and his face relaxes, rubbing his thumb against nostril instead, smearing a little reddish black over his cheek with the action. He looks up at Vlad and shakes his head. "He's not feeling spurned by you," looking simply cross at himself now, he makes dismissive gestures as he walks toward the fire exit.
Dracula	One of his eyebrows quirks up slightly, and Vlad turns to look towards Nathaniel. He watches the fellow, and he gives a slight wince at the black ooze that leaks from his nostrils and eyes. That... is probably not a pleasant feeling. He plucks his pocket square from his shirt pocket, and with a gesture of his fingers causes it to transport to the air in front of Sinister. "I am not unaware, Nathaniel," Vlad says softly, exhaling a breath. He considers for a moment, and then he softly grunts before making a faint gesture of his right hand. "If ever you wish for me to take you to him, I can do so," Dracula offers, his dark gaze upon the other fellow. "Call upon me, if you wish," he adds. Then his brow furrows a moment as he concentrates briefly, and he vanishes from the penthouse in a swirl of shadows.