Scott stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the hook on the wall. He stood in front of the mirror and moved the towel down his face, erasing every bead of water. The vampire stared at his reflection. God, I've never looked so tired. He thought. Scott had fought along side Jake in so many wars now, they were starting to take their toll. This last one against the Camarilla had nearly killed him. It was four on one at one point. They had Scott pinned. If it weren't for Jake and Lisa's help, the Camarilla soldiers would have ripped him apart.
Scott let out a sigh and started drying the rest of his body. He glided into his bedroom and started pulling clothes from his closet. His underwear was pulled on first, followed by a pair of dark grey skinny jeans. Scott pulled a black tank top over his head. It was a chilly night but he couldn't pass up an opportunity to show off his arms, especially at The White Rabbit. Lisa-Joe had told Scott to meet her there to re group and talk about the next steps. Scott hadn't been to the club in years. All he knew is that Sam was running things now.
Scott turned away from his closet and his eyes focused on a pair of shoes on the floor at the foot of his bed. They were Connor's shoes. A sharp pain passed through Scott's stomach. Conner had packed his things and left the apartment before Scott had returned. Days before the short war began, Scott was left with an ultimatum, go where Jake needed him, or stay with Conner. Scott was shattered at the thought of having to choose between his closest friend and makeshift Sire or the love of his life. The bulky blond felt as if he needed to be loyal to Jake, the man who took Scott under his wing. Whenever Jake needed him, he would go.
Scott begged Conner to stay but his pleads where left unheard. Conner had left with most of his things, except this pair of shoes. Scott leaned down and pushed them under the bed, choosing to forget about them for now. Out of sight, out of mind.
Scott grabbed his keys off of the kitchen table, his silver Desert Eagle handgun laid beside them. He reached for it but then stopped quickly, with his hand hovering over the piece. No, he thought as his arm recoiled. No more violence. Scott turned on the heels of his work boots and headed for the door. He didn't want to be late.
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Scott parked his car across the street. The neon sign was the brightest one on the block. The place looked different and yet the same. It was a quiet night for The Rabbit, or maybe it was just early. A line hadn't formed outside yet. Crossing the street, the security guards were already moving out of the way of the door. Sam must have told them what he looked like incase he ever showed up again. Scott gave the large men a nod before passing through the threshold.
The music was promoting a lo-fi vibe. The beats had not yet started but the night was still young. Scott looked around, not sure if Lisa-Joe had arrived yet. The smell of alcohol was strong, but it brought back the memory of being here for the first time, years ago. He wondered if Sam would be around tonight, it's been so long since he'd seen her.