Nicolai

The music in the club was unrealistically loud, almost to the point of busting someone's ear drums. If the noise level wasn't enough, the visual would be enough destroy a person's retina. The lights flashed first red then blue, but the two colors were nearly indistinguishable from the purple blur they created. Clubs like these were where people went to get totally trashed; Except two women sitting in the far back corner. They were here for a far different reason, they were here to take care of business.
Autumn was sitting on the outside of the rounded booth the two had selected for its nondescript location. She was wearing a short red dress that covered her chest in the front, but that dropped low in the back to show her spinal tattoo's that looked like someone had etched the actual prints of the column onto her skin. Her companion, a small pixie like girl, was dressed not to impress but for an actual business transaction. Clad in an all black tight fitting black suit, and her usual large black sun glasses, her spinal tattoo covered.
Even though Autumn looked perpetually bored to the untrained eye, to anyone working for some select organizations it was clear she was looking for someone. Her deep earthy green eyes were moving from left to right in sweeping motions across the room.
"Looks like a no show, Faun. We shouldn't have wasted our time with scum like this." she said through gritted teeth. Faun merely stared forward, and after a few moments of intense silence she spoke, "Don't be so sure." and nodded towards the entrance.
Through the crowd of people a man was barely visible, entering the club. He glanced nervously around and ran his fingers through his wispy blond hair. Even though extremely good-looking he had the air of someone who would sell you out for thirty pieces of silver.
"Ah, should I go retrieve our slippery friend?" Autumn asked looking like a hungry cat staring at a plump canary. Faun raised an eyebrow but nodded all the same.
Autumn smiled and pushed herself up from off the seat. She look as elegant as she did frightening. A young, attractive looking biker approached her, cocky as can be, but as soon as he put his hand on her waist she turned and grabbed his wrists in one hand and genitals in the other, "Don't Ever touch me again or these hacky sacks in my hand will be gone. Understand?" With a squeak he nodded with his eyes shut tight. Autumn lowered her lips to his ear, "Good." and continued through the crowd, uninterrupted.
When she reached the man he looked up at her with a worried smile. "Fauna?" he asked unsure.
"No, I am her partner" Autumn said through a mask of displeasure. "Come with me." She grabbed his arm and continued back to the booth, where Faun was waiting patiently.
When they got to the booth, the Vampire, looking fully disgruntled asked in Italian, "Sei Fauna?"
"Oh, man! You didn't tell me he didn't speak english!" Autumn slumped down in the seat impatiently. "I sure hope you can speak the Pasta language, Fauna, you know I can only speak Swahili, Bengali, and French."
Throughout this rant Faun didn't bat an eyelash, not that you would be able to see it if she did. No, she was far too accustomed to Autumn's hasty nature. She nodded to the Man "Si, Nicolai. Ti è portare i file?"
Looking slightly relived he nodded and pulled a thin manila folder from inside his rucksack. Handing the folder to her, he made sure to touch her hand with his. Faun's eyes flashed behind her glassed and in a fluid motion she grabbed his wrist and dragged him across the table. With a dagger at his neck. "You may be of Nosferatu blood,"she whispered dangerously in his mother tongue,"but you have not completed the full transformation, you can died rather easily. You have the memory touch gift, I read your file. Whatever memories you just obtained will be returned to me. You can co-operate and it will be relatively painless, or you can struggle and we'll do it Autumn's way. I hope you know that involves a good deal of liquid sunlight and dips in boiling silver. After which we will kill you.
"You will kindly get up and exit this facility with us without making a scene. If you do this we will let you get on with your pitiful means of existing, after we are done with you." While this little chat was going on, Autumn had quietly pulled a gun out of Faun's computer bag and held it against Nicolai's back under his jacket.
Faun quickly conveyed the plan to her partner, explaining the situation in a calm manner. A grin spread across Autumn's face, "Finally some action. We've been rather dull for weeks."