Petra knew he was there. It was impossible not to. She could smell him, feel his simmering rage at her back like he radiated it. He hovered like a shadow that wanted to devour her whole, like 'he' was the predator knocking at her door. Not that she could blame him when she had none too subtly sent him the invite that she was here. Even though, she had anticipated for him to ignore it. Especially after their last encounter.

The little scantily clad woman Petra fully intended to drink from, peered over the vampire's slender shoulder, still caged between herself and that wall. Not that she anticipated the girl would run with the unnecessary but elaborate rouse she had set the stage for. A little harmless fun.

However, to the untrained eye, the warlock merely looked like someone who appeared he wanted to get in on the action. But all Petra could do was become a proverbial sandwich between two, warm, living beings. Yet the vampire, much to the warlock's ire did not turn around to face him. All with the knowhow that he wouldn't want to make a scene when it was against the rules. Or was it? She couldn't remember. He was just as hopeless as she was, unable to use their powers.

Judging from the lack of assault, she knew it to be true.

She was soon met by that demanding and controlling voice which boomed from the warlock as she felt him practically breathing down her neck from behind. Such power from something that stood no chance against a vampire. Petra could not help but to steal a look over her shoulder. That mere glimpse alone practically screamed how furious he was. That visible fury felt like ice, even against her cold vampire flesh. He wanted a word with her alone and yet his almost polite but tense attempt caused the repetition of his words. "Mutual friend." Petra quietly tasted the word upon her own tongue, curious as they were. No one had ever called her friend.

But that still didn't alleviate a thing when she was 'that' close to have wetting her fangs in that sweet crimson blood. Her own pink lips were so close to brushing against that artery nestled just below her glittery skin that was begging to yield.

It was clear, the warlock wanted the woman to go. Petra reluctantly let her hands fall to her side and to herself. She did not need a spectacle here. Especially when she was already intending to return. If that woman wanted to go, she would let her. But the foolish girl, trapped in her own confusion remained. Stubborn little thing. It was at that moment that Petra noticed why she didn't hold his interest and yet when did men turn down such easy pickings?

The unwanted human, unwisely choose to ignore the warning.. and yet perhaps that spritely mortal girl had hoped he would funnel that rage in between her thighs instead. But desperate clung to the barely clad woman like the sparkly lotion she wore to appear more appealing. She remained.... Petra eyeing the look of confusion that she had caused, surprised that she felt... bad for her. Those cursed emotions brought on with humanity's touch which corrupted everything she'd ever known to believe. That pang of empathy within her chest that nestled within a heart that no longer beat caused her own anger to spark. Even though she felt for the girl who clearly clung to some fantasy of a hope. How badly she wanted to tell her give up on those foolish notions. To harden herself to the cruelties of the world that even paled in comparison to any form of cruelty that grumpy warlock could ever possess.

However, Brenden had enough waiting it would seem. That rage so thick she thought she could reach out and touch it. Just as pissed as he was the day she met him... maybe more so. That little human should have run while he barely held onto his control. That question the mortal asked only caused him to snap.

His thunderous voice clapped, overpowering even the sounds of colliding flesh that she couldn't see. This was supposed to be a quick bite before resuming... her research. Petra, pivoted slightly, to give the girl no excuse to stay. She was not willing to protect her meal with the risk of a scene, her head shifted to the side to eye her better. "I lied. It wasn't personal.. but for what it's worth, I wanted to bite you. Flee, human. There are plenty who still will in one of the other rooms." Petra spoke, her version of compassion... like that was enough to quell the tears forming in the corner's of barely clad woman's eyes. 'YOU used magic didn't you.. you both are fucking psychotic.' Her voice raised a few octaves that rang loudly within her ears, accusatory. That's what she gets for trying to be nice.

"I am not. I was maybe, but now.. I am just..." It didn't really seem to hit home.. Petra's words wilting away unheard. It was pointless because the little tramp all but slid out of that tiny little corner she had been wedged in..... and fled. Angry, hot tears bubbled and finally gave way, nearly tripping over herself in the process to hide her reddening face. But not without a final disgruntled sound that was akin to a garbled scream before storming away.

It was then that Petra's head faced forward, oddly, almost like an owl as those two-toned, teal eyes focused upon that warlock. He was close. Close enough to intimidate with his height and muscular bulk. The simple act of him trying to crowd her space, caused her to naturally take a step back, but her view of that stage was still thoroughly blocked.

It was much too late before she realized what she had done, yielding and yet the realization did little to stop her from finally addressing him. "She is a bit slow... poor girl. I think you really hurt her feelings." Those dark eyed barreled down upon her.

"You got what you wanted. I would have hurt her far less than your words did. Not quite so..... white knight are you?" White-knight.. she learned that term from a movie and appeared quite content with herself for using it.

"So what do you intend to do now? Because you chased away my snack. I pray it be for a reason other than to stare at me." Of course, the ashen haired woman had anticipated to get a rise out of him. But that didn't ease the fact that she was still so hungry and was so close to allow those fangs to have access to the blood that would have soothed some the prickly sensation she'd felt in his presence. Let alone that he still blocked her view of the kinky sex on stage. It was enough to put a damper on anyone's night. "Is it because you want my fangs in your neck instead, Brenden? Or do you want to lay hands on me?"

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