, THAT BOY IS A MONSTER [logan]

[Gemma Bennett]

gemma had only been in miami for a week and things were progressing slowly. she'd met a few people, gotten homework assignments, and been harassed countless times by the guidance counselor at school. she'd joined the cheerleading squad, and managed to find out from a few people that 'miami fevers' was miami's hot spot. it was friday night and she was going out, it was as simple as that. she'd decided she'd take the time to actually get ready, take her time, have fun, and maybe swing by a graveyard, or two on her way home. a little patrolling didn't hurt anyone, except maybe a few vamps, and she wouldn't exactly be dressed up in something she should go patrolling in so she was sort of hoping that she didn't run across any vamps that needed taken care of. if she did happen to run across one or two, she would deal with them, wearing a dress and heels, and all that other girly crap she'd planned on getting decked out in. currently gemma was doing the whole slayer thing on her own. watcher-less, without any form of back up, she wasn't exactly training, and the most she did was a little bit of patrolling. if she came across a vamp during something she was doing she'd go after them, but besides patrolling she didn't exactly go out of her way to get the job done. she didn't see why she had to, anyway. her watcher had died back in new york, and she wasn't in new york anymore, things had changed. that's what gemma figured anyway.

going out had been so much easier in the city, mainly because she had people to go out with. yeah, she was going out alone tonight, which was one of the main reasons she was really dressing up to go out. in hopes that maybe she would catch someone's attention and at least have someone to dance with, maybe talk to for a bit while she was there. maybe her hopes were just overly raised but she didn't think with the way she looked that it'd be that hard. gemma had taken her time changing, and moved onto her hair, deciding to let her natural curls seep through, tousling her hair with some spray to keep it's figure. her make up didn't take long and after that she just had to find some shoes. she hadn't really gotten around to unpacking everything yet, seeing as she had quite a lot of boxes to unpack, so finding some shoes to go out in took some time. finally finding a usable black pair of heels, she made her way out, telling her mother she was just going out to meet with some friends. the more positive things gemma transferred over to her mother, the better. if her mother thought she had friends and that she was fitting in just fine, then her mother seemed to feel better about herself, it was as simple as that.

gemma had to walk to the club, which wasn't that bad, she'd found out from some girl where it was. gemma had never really managed to get her license, and she sort of figured she never would. she'd gotten her permit upon turning sixteen, her mother had taken her driving once and then called it quits. gemma didn't really blame her mother though, seeing as she'd backed out into a car. she hadn't really gone driving since, and hell, she didn't really like driving anyway. mainly because she wasn't good at it, and gemma was positive that she wouldn't 'get any better with time'. it wasn't a long walk, or particularly harsh one on the way to the club. she made her way at an average pace, and the weather wasn't bad. a tad cool for the night, a bit windy but it wasn't enough to make her turn around and grab a coat, or just stay home for the night. she didn't have to wait long to get into the club, and upon making her way in the music was loud and the club was dark, thrilling. the one problem was clubs was that vamps seemed to lurk all around, and it was a perfect spot for them to 'get some'. that wasn't what gemma was here for though, and unless she could easily detect one, right off, or something happened she wasn't going to go out looking for them. she was here to have a good time, she had time for all the annoying vamps afterwords. making her way through the crowd, towards one of the small tables, she sat down, setting her purse on the table in front of her, surveying the crowd.

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HEY THERE, LOGAN, WE'RE CURRENTLY AT MIAMI FEVER, AND GEMMA'S DRESSED TO THE NINES IN THIS. THIS POST IS FINISHED AT 786 WORDS. THE BANNER CREDIT GOES TO SYDKNEE SAYS OF CAUTION. OH, ONE LAST THING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET UP.

[Logan]

Logan walked along the shaded sidewalk on his way to work. It was a beautifully moonlight Friday night Logan liked to walk the busy streets on a Friday night. The city seemed alive. Many cities tried to call themselves the city that never sleeps. Miami however truly felt like a city that never slept. During the day its inhabitants would wander through life in a lethargic slump. Yet during the night things just seemed to burst with energy.

He heard two female voices behind him chatting and giggling as they strolled down the sidewalk. One of the girls had been talking on the phone about Miami Heat. He listened to their conversation one was convinced it was bad news, and that a girl had disappeared after last being seen there, while the other tried to convince her otherwise. The deal breaker was that they didn’t card their patrons. The girls decided that this would be their location of choice.

Logan listened in on the conversation with mild interest. He walked steadily a couple of meters in front of the two girls. He couldn’t see but from their voices and the patter of their feet he guessed they were schoolgirls. No older than seventeen. He decided it would be wise to have a little look at the club. He lit up a cigarette and held back a few feet letting the young girls walk ahead of him.

He wondered if he was dressed suitably for clubbing as he inspected his shoes trousers and shirt. All black. He looked like he would be suitably dressed if he was working behind the bar, not a great look for actually getting into the club. He returned home and grabbed a white shirt, simple tight fitting and looking good. He checked his watch and decided it would be about time to show up.

He finished another cigarette and made his way to the club, soon he could see the big sign over the front doors of Miami Heat. He laughed at the tackiness of the club, it was void of irony and what’s worse the clientele were buying it. He missed the days of burlesque and cabaret bars. Sure they were old fashioned but they had class.

He walked into the club and was not shocked to see his least favourite development in the nightclubbing scene; ultraviolet lights. There were only a few but they were mobile, one moved across him as he entered, his shirt illuminated a blue glow however his skin quickly became irritated. He swooped out of the way of the light and made his way to the bar, he didn’t want to stand out from the crowd so he ordered a double Johnny Walker Black Label, no ice. He took a sip of his drink before scanning the bar. He could see a number of odd looking characters, the bar seemed completely demon free. Himself excluded obviously.

His eyes wondered around the club once, he now checked out the lighting displays he charted the paths of the UV lights in his head, there were a number of booths that were free of the dangerous lighting most of which were full. Apart from the booth that sat a young blonde girl on her own.

He waited for a moment before deciding to join her. He could see that she was alone. As he approached the table he saw two guys move towards it, he sped up a little and made it there before them, “Sorry gentlemen, this booth is occupied.”[/color] he said after narrowly sliding in front of them. He flashed a smile to the girl sitting on her own, he couldn’t explain it but there was something in the air around the girl like a magnetic force drawing him to her. “Logan,” he says extending his hand, “Pleasure to meet you,”[/color] he says almost flirtatiously as the two guys back away from the table.

[Gemma Bennett]

now, clubbing had never been one of gemma's past times or hobbies, but she could easily say she enjoyed it. if she got to do it more often, maybe she'd frequent them more, but she was still young and it was hard to get into most of them if you were only sixteen. she never had time for it though due to her slaying. just about the time the age came for kids like her to scope them up she'd got picked up for slayer duty. there was always some vampire laying around, or better yet other demons that needed taking care of. and if it was a slow night, she still had to run off and do patrolling, but that was all in the past. with the move to miami gemma felt like she'd move past all of that, if there was a vampire or a demon that crossed her path, sure, she'd do them in, and yeah, she certainly didn't mind patrolling every now and then. but there was no way gemma was going slayer crazy, she felt like there was no need to dedicate her whole life to it when there were better things to be doing, besides slayers ended up dead and that certainly wasn't how gemma wanted to end up anytime soon. due to the fact that gemma was afraid, she was putting her 'teen needs' first, which was one of the reasons she had headed over to the club in the first place. besides that, she was new and wanted something to do. apparently miami fever was the place to be on friday nights and gemma wasn't going to pass that up, she was sure she could find someone from the school and at least enjoy herself, maybe make a friend or two? maybe. for now, she was just going to sit back and let the whole club sink in, maybe wait until she found someone to go dance with, whatever she felt she wanted, really, it wasn't like there was someone there telling her what to do... which, in a way, was new to gemma. normally there was always someone there telling her what to do, her mother, her old watcher, old boyfriends, friends, always someone who wanted her to do something. so, for now she was going to wait out the time she had where she could just do what she wanted, and if that consisted of sitting at some table in the club for a while then she was going to do it, because it felt nice to just relax for a bit, not have to be on a constant edge.

it wasn't long after she arrived at the club when she noticed two guys making their way over towards the table she was sitting at. if they came over and asked to sit with her, or asked her to dance she would have more than done it, and as she was thinking of a way to say that she'd love to dance with them without having it sound lame someone had cut in front of them and seated himself at her table, not even having asked if he could sit there. it was a tad bit rude, just sitting down, no introduction beforehand on who he was or what he thought he was doing. she'd overheard him say something to the two guys who were now leaving the area surrounding the table, and then he'd sat down with her. lovely. she would have taken it more offensively if he wasn't so good looking and if she had someone else to actually sit with. at least now she didn't appear to be alone to everyone else, for all everyone else knew she had showed up with this guy and they'd known each other for some time. the fact that someone else was sitting with her made her seem better off, and she'd take what she could get. if one person came over, maybe that'd attract more, didn't people normally come in groups or something? she wasn't sure, but she was pretty sure that she could deal with the guy sitting with her, unless he turned out to be some jerk, and if he did happen to be a jerk she'd find a nice way to tell him to get lost.

as she was thinking up ways to do so, he'd introduced himself as logan. reaching out her hand to meet his, a rather formal shake, seeing as she couldn't remember the last time she'd really shook hands with someone. "gemma," she replied, a brief smile lighting her face. where exactly did you go after the initial greeting? deciding to skip over the 'i'm new here' phrase that she'd been giving everyone at school, she felt she could come up with something a tad bit better to say, though what that was happened to be a mystery. "been here before? i'd only just heard about it, was starting to think it was a tad bit of a waste to get so dressed up and find out it wasn't all that great, until you sat down," when she realized she sounded like she was trying to hit on him she quickly added to it with a quick, "but then again maybe that's only because i showed up alone." shrugging. her attempt at starting a conversation clearly failing in a rather pathetic way, the most she could do was hope he didn't notice.

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HEY THERE, LOGAN, WE'RE CURRENTLY AT MIAMI FEVER, AND GEMMA'S DRESSED TO THE NINES IN THIS. THIS POST IS FINISHED AT 909 WORDS. THE BANNER CREDIT GOES TO SYDKNEE SAYS OF CAUTION. OH, ONE LAST THING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET UP.

[Logan]

Logan continued to keep an eye on the UV lights that seemed to be programmed on a regular path, the booth was free from a blast of deadly light. He didn’t want to have to explain to anybody why he had instantaneously acquired sunburn across his face. Logan knew he was getting old when he started complaining about the lighting in clubs. He shouldn’t complain really, back in the days when he still had a heartbeat he would often frequent clubs lit by paraffin lamps. Which were bright but also full of highly flammable oils which could also kill him in his vampire state.

He turned to the Slayer with a smile flashing his teeth a little, force of nature thankfully his things weren’t out. As she shook his hand the first thing he felt was it’s warmth, it reminded him of his human days. Handshakes had fallen somewhat out of vogue but as a businessman; it was a good way to start a relationship.

The guys who he had dismissed from the table looked back, he put on a little show for them slowly bringing her hand to his mouth as he softly kissed her hand. The guys turned away as it was clear that Logan staked his claim.“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Gemma . I once knew a Gemma back in ”[/color] He paused his next words were ‘nineteen sixty four’, which he felt would not go down too well, ”College. Yeah college.[/color] he pre-emptively corrected himself.

“No, I’m new here. I don’t think I’ll be back I heard two girls talking about it down by the beach and I decided it wasn’t really my thing about the second I walked in.”[/color] he answered in return to her question, “Well.”[/color] he quietly said unsure how to take her compliment, girls really were more forward in this era, he didn’t hate it. “Well I would have left if it wasn’t for you.”[/color] he shot back at her, “And so you don’t feel left out I’m here alone too.”[/color] he said with a shrug taking another sip of his drink.

She was a little awkward but he liked it, the volume of the music was very high while the quality was extremely low. He had never fully gotten into electro-pop or rap, he preferred more melodic music that used guitars and non computer generated instruments. He “So what do you do? You at college or are you a worker?”[/color] he asked, the thought of her still being a high schooler didn’t even cross his mind as he chatted casually too her.

[Gemma Bennett]

gemma wouldn't have left if logan hadn't showed up and sat down at the table she ended up occupying. she would have found someone else, strangers were replaceable, she was just glad that this stranger was somewhat intriguing whereas any other stranger probably would have just seemed a bit dull. from what gemma could tell from her very few appearances at clubs before now, guys who talked to you there generally just wanted to 'get some', but from what gemma could tell she didn't think that this guy was like that. she could be wrong though, she didn't have the best way of noticing how people normally were and every now and then she was more than a little fooled, but from what she could tell she didn't think logan was like that. maybe he'd just been bored and wanted someone to talk to? or maybe he didn't want to appear like a total loner like gemma herself hadn't wanted to do. or maybe he was even waiting on someone and just wanted something to entertain himself with until that person showed up. gemma didn't know, she'd only just met him, and she wasn't all that interested in probing in his life. for now, she'd just go off of what she thought, besides it wasn't like they'd ever really run into each other again, right? miami was a big city, and this was a random meeting, most of the people you met randomly at odd places you didn't normally attend, well, you probably wouldn't see them again.

she was distracted from her thoughts when he kissed her hand, that certainly hadn't happened to her before. most guys wouldn't even open up a door for a girl these days, and there was this whole thing going on about how girls were only good for making sandwiches. gemma gave him a smile, before returning her focus on their conversation. when he said he'd known a gemma back in college, she almost sighed, but managed to hold it back. of course, the one guy who would come over and talk to her was out of college. she knew he was older, but still, old enough to be done with high school and out of college? she was only sixteen, that was more than a bit older. she slightly ignored the comment where he said he would have left if it wasn't for, unsure of whether or not he was teasing her for her pathetic attempt at trying to start a conversation. she hadn't meant for it to sound like she was flirting with him, it'd just come out that way and when she tried to correct herself.. well, that didn't really help either, only made her seem more available.

"yeah, i'm actually a student," gemma replied when he asked her if she worked or went to college. she wasn't lying, she was a student, not necessarily at the college but still, it wasn't a lie. she simply hadn't verified. that was rude though, wasn't it? making him assume that she went to a college nearby, and that she was a tad bit older than she actually was. deciding that she would just be honest, he could very well leave if he didn't want to be seen around a high school student. which was what she expected him to do, leave and go find someone more his age. she wouldn't blame him, seeing as it was the logical thing to do. "in high school," it was a few minutes after announcing that she was a student, but it'd come out. at least, she'd said it, she could have just lied and went with the whole 'i'm a student' thing, like she'd initially planned to. if she left, she certainly wouldn't hold it against him.

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HEY THERE, LOGAN, WE'RE CURRENTLY AT MIAMI FEVER, AND GEMMA'S DRESSED TO THE NINES IN THIS. THIS POST IS FINISHED AT 630 WORDS. THE BANNER CREDIT GOES TO SYDKNEE SAYS OF CAUTION. OH, ONE LAST THING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET UP.

[Logan]

“Oh.” [/color] He said quietly, thinking about the fact she was still in high school. He was twenty when he was sired so he hadn’t physically aged, yet he had matured a great deal over two centuries. Still, she was only sixteen, which was pretty young nowadays. He considered continuing to sit with her but thought it was too risky. He didn’t want anybody seeing him with an underage girl, after all a sex scandal was just as damaging to ones career as being outed as a vampire. He finished his drink with a single gulp before noticing something, a face from his past that walked across the bar.

It was a girl he had sired around the Russian Revolution, a pretty young thing that had been a revolutionary who caught Logan’s eye in a bar in Moscow. He followed her home and witnessed her being bludgeoned to near death. He had taken pity on her and her fighting attitude; he decided she would be a great ally and such he chose to sire her. She was a great ally until she became reluctant to follow Logan on his quests for power, she was more interested in just having fun. She was just another Vampire in search of short term gain.

He hadn’t seen her in almost fifty years but she looked the same. Agnes was gifted with porcelain skin and raven black hair, in that time she had amassed her own posse of vampires. They were notoriously famous in the nineteen nineties during the whole ‘rave jungle’ music period, or so he had heard. She walked into the bar escorted by two beautiful pale girls that were clearly vampires.

Why was she even in Miami? This portal business was really getting a lot of attention. He placed his drink onto the table and with a sympathetic smile, ”It’s been a pleasure to meet you Gemma, and maybe again in two years we could try this again.”[/color] He said with no real conviction before upping and avoiding the UV lights as he made his way out of the bar. Tonight wasn’t for fighting, he knew he could have taken the trio of vamps out but he didn’t want to cause a scene, too many innocents around.