Just as he spoke to her without speaking Ami inclined her head slightly as if to listen, and nodded in response to his message. Though the club was overwhelming, she agreed that this would be the safest place for her to strike out on her own for the first time.
Thus, they parted ways. It was the first time they had been more than an apartment's length apart, and Ami found that she liked the fact that she could still locate her sire even after losing sight of him.
Ami gravitated toward the bar, elbowing her way through the crowd as she'd become accustomed to when mortal. Tonight, she was aware of a different kind of whispering, and of eyes on her back. She was recognized as first as the absent member of the band onstage, and then as a fledgling Vampire – usually in that order, from mortals. The Vampires in the room tended only to notice the latter. It was their eyes she could feel like daggers.
She found a seat at the bar, lucky girl, and settled into it, leaning back on the bar to watch her band pound through one of their original songs. Chance was on bass tonight, and doing a pretty amateurish job of it – he carried it off, though, much in the spirit of Sid Vicious, his idol. She gave him props for that, but she could see Morgaine was angry from the pinching at the corners of her eyes, though she grinned through it. Vivanne was getting better at that keyboard, though.
She was almost distracted enough not to notice the pretty blue-eyed
girl shuffling her feet in her peripheral vison – but after about five minutes, it became clear that the teenager
wanted something, so Ami turned her gaze that way, brow raised in question. The girl ("Audra," she introduced herself)was cute, with a round face and frame, wearing a tight black skirt and tank top under a cropped jacket.
After a few moments of stilted conversation regarding Ami's place in the band, and her recent change, the girl got down to business, offering her a drink. It took Ami a moment to realize what she meant – having never had such a thing
offered to her before – and another moment to accept. Feeling a little lost but refusing to show it (though Cicero would feel her trepidation), Ami let the girl lead her away from the bar to a secluded corner of her choosing (the girl's proposal of finding a vacant room was rejected outright).
Once there, though, Ami was completely at a loss. Cicero had shown her how to subdue a victim – but this victim didn't need to be subdued. She was, in fact, the very opposite of needing to be subdued, melting into Ami's arms as she bent her lips to her throat. A memory of her first time being bitten by Archer rose unbidden to the front of her mind, and she followed his lead – kissing a tender trail from the edge of Audra's jaw to her throat, pressing her tongue to the pale skin and scraping it with her teeth gently, preparing her for the sting to come.
Despite her normal distaste for this place, Cicero would feel his fledgling's nervous excitement. She had always held nothing but contempt for the Humans that offered themselves to the vampires, like the one whose hands had just found their way to Ami's hips; whose soft sighs were echoing so musically in her ears. Now that she was on the other side, though, she could understand their use – the dynamic was simple, clean and honest. Better by far than the back-alley assaults she'd become accustomed to.
Still, there was something altogether too
slick about the whole thing. It was too convenient to really feel comfortable.
More feelings for later. Ami stuffed them away and bit down. Flesh give way under the sharp points of her fangs and the girl made a soft sound of pain, that melted into another sigh – but all Ami heard was the beat of her heart. As she became lost in the rhythm of drinking, Ami's knee found its way between the girl's thighs and Audra pressed herself closer, grinding into her agressor.
Caught in the wanton heat and blood of her victim, Ami growled against her throat. Her body reacted automatically, pinning little Audra to the wall they'd found themselves up against as her hand found its way into the smooth black hair and pulled hard enough to hurt. Cicero could no doubt feel the fire building in his fledge, but her thoughts were not with her sire now.