Come What May

The rain poured down in sheets, the lightning was the only thing that lit up the dark night sky.

When Calavier apparated, he was almost instantly drenched, his cloak not doing much for him. Looking up, Calavier's red eyes scanned the dark sky, as though willing it to stop raining.

Pulling his cloak tighter around him, he strode into the club. He kept his hood up as he walked towards the bar, not wishing for anyone to see him, not that anyone would recognize him.

Scoffing at the thought, he sped through the crowd of people, and took up one of the few spare seats left around the bar. He wasn't going to order anything, but he just liked to sit and observe the people in the room.

'Look at them, look at how vulnerable they are, Cal.'

The voice in his head, almost like a second opinion, the one he had somehow developed as he became more and more mad with power, more corrupt. Calavier didn't call it anything, except the voice.

Cal smiled as he looked out at the people in the club. It was true, they were vulnerable, vulnerable and weak, unable to fend for themselves against a vampire of his stature.

Certainly they had their petty magic, but in most cases, Calavier could potentially win even against that, or at least he would try.

"Can I get you anything?" the bartender asked. Rolling his eyes, Calavier turned around, and glared at the man from under his hood.

"No." he said, his deep voice booming, causing the bar tender to turn away from him, fear in his eyes, and return to his other customers.

Sighing, the vampire turned around and resumed looking about the room.
It's good to be back. Cal thought to himself as he crossed his arms across his chest.

It had been years since he had been to France, especially since he left his son, Demetri, when he fled to some country he could barely remember the name of.

At the thought of Demetri, Calavier scowled to himself. Ever since he discovered that Demetri wasn't his true son, Calavier had practically disowned the boy.

He was devastated when he had discovered that his wife, the one truly good thing in his life that he had, had cheated on him. More so to find out that she had used magic to make Demetri look like Cal's son.

Shaking his head, Cal sighed and turned back around to the bar tender and decided to order a Firewhiskey, not that it did anything for him, seeing as he only really needed blood.

It's hunting time Cal, look at all the pretties in this place, you could have any one of them. Cal rolled his eyes at the voice, and just sipped away at his drink. However, subconsciously, a small, evil smile appeared on Cal's lips at the thought.

"Well, well, well. After all these years little brother, I never thought of seeing you here." Vladislaus said from behind, making his brother jump slightly, drink nealy dropped. "You have been clearly missed." He hissed, knowing that his brother was hungry, after all he did sire him. He watched as his brother turned slowly, red eyes meeting red.

Vlad slammed his hand on the bar, making a couple of people jump. "You, disgrace the family name Cal. I never brought you up to do the things you have done. After all you wanted immortallity, a family, a son! Who you currently left to fend himself, a 14 year old boy who needs family!"

Cal jumped, just a tiny bit at the sound of his brother's voice. Scowling, and gripping his glass a little too hard, causing it to shatter as he turned to face his brother's glaring red eyes.

"Never thought you of all people would show up here either." he said in a clearly angry and disgusted voice.

Rolling his eyes at his brother's rant, he calmly placed his elbows on the bar and placed his chin on his hands. However his calm, composed self, suddenly disappeared at the mention of his son. "He was never my son! How many times do I have to tell you!" he yelled.

By now the whole club had gone silent, all eyes on the two brothers arguing with each other. "You don't know what he really is, Vlad, you will never understand why I left him." he scowled, sitting back down in his chair and glaring at his brother.

What, you're just gonna sit there? ATTACK HIM!the voice prompted, but Cal ignored it, he wasn't going to make a scene here, unless of course his brother forced his hand.