Cities Of The Shifters ( Book Cover Done And Credit Goes To @MeowSniper Thanks)

Fire meets Fire || Roxanne & Lysander

The night air was crisp and chilly, heralding the beginning of fall and the coming of winter. The leaves were already starting to turn colors, their last hurrah before the world was blanketed in white and cold. While the Phoenix preferred the Summer months she had to admit there was a certain beauty to fall. The splashes of oranges, yellows, and browns that overtook the world as nature itself raged against having to go dormant, the colors burning like fire across the landscape.

There was no color to be had in this part of town however, except the dull grey of the bricks and the black glass of the buildings in the area. Her heels clicked against the concrete as she strolled down toward the club district, her black leather jacket fitted perfectly to her lithe body and setting off the red corset top she wore underneath. Black skinny jeans encased her legs sliding easily into knee high black boots with 4'' stilletto boots with buckles along the outsides. She'd dressed to perfection for this upper scale club, standing out among the other wannabe's so that she could get her job done and have some fun while she was at it.

Strangely enough her mark for the night was a female which didn't happen too often. She had no qualms about stealing from another woman it was just odd for her line of work. Apparently her mark had bitten off more than she could chew, though from the sounds of it the woman was a professional scam artist. She had gotten some rich b****** to fall in love with her and shower her with gifts and one weekend while he was away on business she had up and left, jewels and all. Mr. Rich was pissed and wanted his things back and was willing to pay Roxy handsomely for the return of these jewels, just so he could stick it to the succubus.

Chuckling the tall blonde rounded the corner her red tinged lips turning up as she glided past the long line of hopefuls. She could see a few pocketbook prowlers among them and silently pitied the fools that fell for their tricks. Nodding her head at the bouncers she was immediately let in, the usual round of groans accompanying the action. Roxanne strode down the hall and pushed through the double doors. The steady thumping of trance music, black lights, dry ice, and sweat assualted her senses, bringing the heady mix of adrenaline and heat. Easily traversing through the crowd at a leisurely pace she headed for the bar, her icy hues casually scanning for her mark.

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Permalink Reply by 1ridrc5euuog4 on September 27, 2015 at 0:15

Cold was the air in the young night, so Lysander thought anyway. The coming of winter was dawning upon the city, luckily for him being a Phoenix had it's perks at least. There was a beauty in the turning of the seasons, each with their own blend of colours which created a natural art of nature. Lysander always enjoyed the winter more, it soothed his hot skin when times were cold. Humans did not have the same luxury, but it was a not matter that crossed his mind many a time.

Yet in the darkest parts of town, the colours were not there. His smart suit shoes clicked on the ground with every step, heading towards the club district he knows and loves. Lysander's suit was tailor made for his slender, toned form which brought out the ice blue in his eyes. If anything, he was dressed for the occasion for a classy night out on the town. His eyes scanned around, watching the fake barbies talk about their spa days like it mattered. With a roll of his eyes, he began walking past the line whilst locking eyes with the Bouncer outside. "Hello, Dragomir is the name." A charmed tone to his voice, one of them nodded letting him pass for his night of untold fun.

This had been the first time since being here, that he was able to come to the club. Everything grew so hectic since his return, now it is time to unleash the beast inside so to speak. Lysander smirked, walking in on the thumping music that was unleashed upon his eardrums. Along with Lasers, Dry ice and plenty of people attempting to dance on the main floor. A light chuckle passed his lips, making his way to his own little private section for the evening. After all, He wanted to be annihilated before the fun really began so in a way, he hoped that they night would bring him some form of excitement.

Once taking a seat, Lysander stopped a nearby member of staff. "Could I get a bottle of Vodka for this section please?" He asked, with the light hint of a smirk upon his lips. The staff member walked off, attending to his request which only made him more satisfied. His icey blue eyes watched, before his eyes snapped on a blonde not too far away from him. Giving her a broad grin, his eyes watched as if wondering what she was up to. Lysander knew deep down, something was going to make this memorable. Even just at the mere thought, his smirk only got broader as he awaited for what the night had in store for him.

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PHOENIXPermalink Reply by ✓ Roxanne Halloran on November 12, 2015 at 1:15

Laser lights bounced off the walls chasing each other around the room and landing on body parts here and there. The smoke created by the dry ice creeped along the ground long tendrils snaking through legs and caressing bodies as it coated the floor. The bass vibrated thumped through the speakers vibrating the floor as that each steady beat seeped into her feet, up her legs, and into her body. Standing at the bar she reveled in the atmosphere, felt at home in it. Roxy loved going to clubs, everything about them made her feel alive and powerful. Not that she really needed any help in the power department but this was something altogether different. Here everyone in the joint was an extension of the music, a physical manifestation of the notes and rhythm and tempo at least on the surface.

Underneath all that poetry was sweat, sex, drugs, and depravity. The lowest and most basic carnal needs of every human soul could be sated here within these four walls. People came to places like this and they left themselves at the door, left behind their common decent shells while picking up the uninhibited beast that lurked within. That was where she came in, swooped in to take advantage of the poor sheep.

Chuckling to herself the blonde leaned a hip casually against the granite bar ordering a glass of bourbon from the bartender. Her cerulean hues moved restlessly though her baring was relaxed one foot tapping with the rhythm that the DJ was working. As she alighted upon the VIP section she made eye contact with a particularly handsome gentleman who immediately caught her interest. His face was aristocratic, his bearing confident, and there was something in his eyes. Flashing him a flirty smile the Phoenix grabbed her glass of bourbon and raised to toward him in salute before knocking it back.