Meep >.< *opeeeen*

[Arlian]

Arlian was surrounded by girls.
They were of course vampires, as many of the females backstage were. He wasnt' afraid as many people might have been in his situation, he was actually enjoying all of the attention that he was getting from the woman around him. Nothing of a sexual nature was going on, they were just fawning over the pretty little lycanthrope that they had found. They were testing out Jean Claude's new pet.
His hair had been ruffled and there was a lipstick kiss mark upon his smooth forehead. His blue eyes were opened a little wider than usual and he looked as if he were about to be told off for nicking the last cookie in the cookie jar. Guilty, shy perhaps...
To be totally honest the wereleopard was loving the attention he was getting, the little pats and coo'ind from those around him, but he was unsure whether his dominants approved of this or not. They hadn't mentioned anything about it before... So he assumed he could.

Arlian had finished his shift for the night, he'd came off of stage with a fresh vampire bite upon his collar bone and a pair of short shorts left upon his body. Though a stage hand shoved a shirt over his head as soon as he was carried backstage. Yes, carried. The vampire who had bitten him had gotton a little carried away and drank more than he could handle. The vampires front was covered in blood, though, surprisingly Arlian was clear of any blood, except the two slowly trickling trails coming from the wound.
He had been too weak to walk off and attempt to try and find Nathaniel so he'd stayed put, attracting the attention of the girls without really meaning too. He had been left alone, so looked vulnerable.. It wasn't until one of the girls had licked at the bite marks upon his collar bone that they had become really interested. Somehow from that little taste they knew he belonged to Jean Claude, they knew that he was JC's Pomme De Sang. Vampires were strange.

He blinked wearily as he felt a small flash of pain in the bend of his arm, he rolled his head to the side to see an ebony haired vampire with his limb in her grasp, teeth embedded into his soft, unmarked flesh, "please.." He said softly, his voice quiet even compared to what it normally was. He felt light headed already, he didn't need to loose anymore blood.
He heard quiet laughter next to him, "she only wants a small taste," an amused voice told him, a lighter haired girl. This was suddenly seeming quite scary being surrounded by females, "just relax, sleep if you really want."
He tugged on his arm weakly making a small noise of protest, "Nathaniel... Nat... Ari- Aria... Zaaannnee." He'd resorted to whining loudly. Why Zane would be in GP he didn't know, he just wanted his Nimir-raj, or Nathaniel.. He was pretty sure Aria was still in France.

[Raja]

Raja wondered into Guilty Pleasures, eyes wide. He'd heard about places like this, that were meant to be full of vampires, and people like him, but this was the first time he'd ever been to such a place. And quite frankly, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. The whole place smelled liek sex and blood, and there were alot of pervy people with fangs (he was assuming they were vampires... He had to say they weren't like any of the vamps you saw in movies though. What happened to the big tall vampires in lace and velvet he appeared in front of you and said cheesy stuff in bad pennsylvanian accents?) who kept looking at him like he was covered in chocolate.
Not all of them were pervy though. No, there were a few who spoke to him like they were those crazy middle-aged woman speaking to their kitties, complete with the baby voices and all. Sure, he was a little young looking, but it was still a little weird. Bless him, it didn't help that to those able to sense such things, he felt like almost a relatively new turned lycan. He'd never been taught anything about lycanthropy, and it showed... Not that Raja knew that.

He'd ordered an orange juice from the bar, and sat on one of the tables near the stage, brown eyes almost as wide as saucers as they tried to take everything in.... And that was when he heard it, a distinctly unhappy voice whining. It was coming from a practically-naked blond guy, who was surrounded by a whole gang of pervy fanged people. He frowned, feeling almost childishly indignant. Poor blond man probably wanted to go and put his clothes on, but couldn't because they were holding him up.

Abandoning the remains of his orange juice, he wandered across to the little group, about to politely suggest that they should leave the nice blond man alone, and he suddenly noticed several things at once. Firstly, The blond man was the one who'd been on stage a few minutes ago. Secondly, that poor my semi-naked-blond-stripper-man smelt kind of like...wel, cats. It was weird. He smelt kind of like Raja himself, but not entirely... And Thirdly, one of the vampires was about to bite Mr Blond Man! Bite him! Sure, he'd seen it on stage, but that was differnet to her now having hold of his arm and being about to dig in!
"What are you doing to him?" he blurted out, a little louder and a little more shocked than he'd meant it to sound. Oopsit...

[Arlian]

He distinctly felt razor sharp fangs sliding out from his arm and the soft, gentle contact of lips upon his skin. A small kiss upon a small wound. Normally being bitten was enjoyable, but they had not even put him under, into that hypnotic state that would make you smile even as you slipped into darkness. So it had just hurt, geez he knew some girls could be right bitches, but he never thought that Jean Claude would let some vampiric bitches into the club.
The small cry of surprise from another male had distracted them, causing all four of them to look up, "nothing he doesn't enjoy," the ebony haired one murmered softly, dark blue eyes feigning innocence. Arlian chose that moment to make a small pitiful whining noise and to push himself into a sitting position, a little wobbly of course but he managed. Surprisingly enough one of the vampires placed her hand upon the small of his back, keeping him in an upright position. Maybe they had come to realise that keeping him when he so obviously didn't want to stay, would get them into trouble with the security and Jean Claude.

The boy in front of him smelt somewhat familiar, he wasn't pard, but he was close enough to it that Arlian immediatly liked him better than the vampires. Hopefully this boy wouldn't try and drink his blood o.0 It would be a little odd if he did, seeing as Arlian was almost 100% sure that he was a lycanthrope.
Also, he had pretty hair. But like Arlian was about to go and blurt that out.
The ebony haired vamp looked a little put out when he managed to stand up (swaying on the spot obviously and turning at least three shades paler as what blood he had left drained to the rest of his body), he was going to complain to Jean Claude about her. He didn't like her... ¬.¬ Nope, nope he didn't.

He grinned weakly, "... a little help?" He asked, his voice strained, his throat dry. He just needed to get somewhere else backstage, perhaps his dressing room (he shared one with Nathaniel). There was water and those nifty drinks that gave you back salts and minerals and stuff lost...

[Raja]

"I'll help you" he offered immediately, knowing it sounded self-righteous. No, he didn't trust those vampires. They didn't look like they were being very nice at all to poor nakey-ish blond man, and Raja din't understand why. He pushed his way into the little cluster, getting a whole bunch of simultaneous dirty looks, which went completely unnoticed by the little weretiger.

He put his arm round Arlian's waist (hee hee, bare skin ^_^) partly to help drag him away, and partly because he was a little unsteady on his feet, and was looking a little peaky, like people did when they'd just had their stomach's pumped... Not that that was what had happened to Arlian, though o.0
Raja was a little on the short side, even compared to Arlian (who wasn't exactly a giant), and probably made a nather spiff-tastic arm rest... At least being short came in useful sometimes, even if it meant you couldn't reach the cereal you wanted, because they stacked it on the top shelf.

"'Scuse us!" he said with a pretty convincing brightness, not waiting for an answer (ebony haired vampstress looked like she was going to protest and snatch Arlian back again. Waiting for an answer probably wouldn't have done them any favours) and pushed past her, arm still firmly round Arlian. Bless him, he was really rather bothered that poor blond stripper man was only wearing his undies. All Raja could think (apart from 'hee hee, bare skin!') was how vey cold he must be getting... His skin felt a little clammy, anyway. "I'm Raja, by the way." he introduced himself, grinning up at Arlian, wondering where exactly to go now, having liberated blond man from the vampires, who were staring daggers at them as they made their escape (slow as it was).