A Night At Caritas((Open))

The blue goddess sat in one of the wall booths in Caritas. Though today her hair was not blue. She had taken the Burkle persona so the ice glazed over her eyes and the blue pigmentation in her skin and hair had disapeared. Replaced with Freds chocolate locks and tanned skin, as well as her dark eyes. Illyria did not enjoy taking this shells former appearance, but at times she choose to. It allowed her to enter public places and walk around without the mortals eyes constantly on her. She did not believe the humans eyes to be worthy to look upon one as mighty as her. Though of late she was not sure if she was worthy herself. In this body she reeked of humanity. She feared that she'd be prey to those that she once knew. Illyria, God-King of the Primordium, who was once God to a God was now stripped of her powers and forced to live amongst these insects called humans. It was grievious.

On the booth she sat ats table lay a alcoholic drink in a thin curved glass. A tiny pink umbrella sticking out of it. The liquid content of the drink was a sickly green color. At her request the stone faced bartender had 'surprised' her. Though now she was uncertain that that was a wise descision. The name of the drink she had dismissed, not having cared at all to remember. She was certain that it was of a supernatural nature though.

Caritas wasn't as packed as it usually was. The time of day was close to the rising of the sun so many of the creatures had left for their rest, or being in the case of vampires, their health. About eight others were here, including it's host and bartender. The beings were all of a different nature. One being a tall, violet skinned man with many crevices stretching over his skin. A toothy, three faced demon that looked to be wilting sung on stage, reciting the lines off of a small screen with a microphone in hand. The noise was displeasing to her ears. Illyria had more than half a mind to mutilate it's faces for its horrible attempt at entertainment.

Then there was the bars green skinned host, who sat on a barstool with a glass in hand. Listening to the 'music'. When she first walked in he had attempted to speak with her, but she would have none of it.

Illyria was not completly sure why she was here herself. The building belonging to the Wolf, the Ram, and the Hart was no longer under the souled vampires control, and with that she was not welcome there anymore. She had no desire to return to that confined space. She had spent enough time in there upon her ressurection. The hotel called the Hyperion had been a choice, but she decided against it. As well as the Burkles home but the shells parents still thought that their daughter was in a 'blue goth' stage. Their words was not something she wanted to listen to.

So she was brought here. This was her first time in this place. But Illyria had found it after exaimining this shells memories. Apparently it had been destroyed many times. And apparently it had been rebuilt. The shell had been fond of here.

Illyria, having found nothing else to do, came here.

This place bored Lucy. one reason being the fact that she couldn't harm anyone here. but it was a slow night outside and she wanted a drink. Sitting at one of the tables, she scanned the different demons and other creatures minding their buisness around the room. Lucy winced at the 'song' a demon was attempting up at the Karaoke stage. she wanted to rip his vocal chords out for that horrible noise he was making. Lucy stood up and walked to the bar. a drink would help drown out the noise. she waited for the tender to notice her and ordered something at random.

((eew... sorry It's shortish...))

Illyria watched the demon on stage. Resisting the urge to do violence. Part of her wanted too. Desired so. But when she thought of standing up, walking up to the stage, and tearing out the demons innards, Lorne was brought to mind. It reluctantly made her reconsider the murderous act that she desired to perform. This shells emotions sickened her. It's memories. It felt like a virus that was spreading through her. One that only got worse with time.

Illyrias nose crinckled disgusted. Getting up from her seat, she slipped out of the booth and walked up to the bar ordering a beverage that was in this shells memories. A coke. The could not drink that sludge in the glass that she left behind.

Lucy glanced out of the corner of her eye at a girl that had lept up from her seat suddenly. From the look on her face she was as disgusted by this pit as Lucy. She felt her mouth twitch into a small smile as she looked back to her drink. Not even really paying attention she took a big swallow, then immediately started gagging, coughing a lot up. "what the hell is this?" she shouted at the bartender, feeling her face twist into "game face" mode. The bartender looked only slightly thrown off. "pig blood. Like you ordered." Lucy grimaced. That was revolting. She mentally slapped herself for the random drink choice. How any self respecting vampire could live off of that was beyond her.

Illyria waited for her order to be filled. The woman besides her caught her attention as she heard her caughing. Vampire. Even with her diminished power she could tell easily. She watched as the vampire talked with the bartender. She seemed displeased. It was no concern of hers though.

Once her coke came, Illyria took the glass from the bartender and made her way back to the booth she was at.

((sorry for the shortness. sleepy))

Muttering something in latin under her breath, Lucy stalked out of the building. She really felt like killing every living thing in this city, but it would take too long, and she'd rather spend time with each of her victims. didn't mean she wasn't angrier than hell at herself for going into that place. Peace. What a stupid notion. As if anything could ever survive without conflict. The world would be extremely dull.
Lucy pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and lit one, pulling in a deep breath. she didn't usually smoke, not that she would get cancer or anything from it, but it wasn't her favorite flavor. Lucy just wanted to get the taste of that pig's blood out of her mouth. It was repulsive really, any vampire or blood drinker in general going against their nature like that. As Lucy looked around the empty street she decided to get a snack. maybe that would help her get back into her usual mood.

Illyria studyed the drink before her, barely noticing the vampire leave. Even if this shell had liked this beverage, it still disgusted her. Many aspects of this time did. As she sat there she reminisced about the past. Remembering the old days. The days that she was ruler. She knew that she didn't even belong in this era. But yet she did. It was hard to get used too, it wasn't something she wanted to get used too neither.

About ten minutes later she gave up 'trying' the beverages served here and got up. She didn't care for tipping the bartender, or leaving the cash for the drinks she had bought. She simply left Caritas, exiting up the staircase and out the doors.

((sorry for the lame post, sometimes the old one stumps me Dx))

((yeah that would make sense))
Lucy wanted someone to hunt with. It had been a while since her last had been killed by a slayer and it was boring to be alone again. She stayed near the entry of Caritas, not really feeling like walking until she decided on what to do so she leaned against a wall and smoked, soon tossing the still burning roll of tobacco on the ground.