Neil Kingsley stepped into Club Ember, his eyes scanning the room. He cocked his head slightly to the side as he realized two things. First: the lighting was quite low. And second: the talent on stage really was rather scrumptious. He was a young vampire, and his urges were hardly dead, but the scientist had come tonight for a purpose other than throwing dollar bills at undulating flesh.
His silenced Beast sniffed around, seeking the arrival of a monster that would threaten to destroy it, if only the monster could find it...