Remembering a Friend

[Nox]

Nox was grateful that they decided he was at least not too dangerous sitting down and joining them. But he truly wanted to leave - thugs equal bad news and the last thing Nox wanted was some 5 o'clock news show displaying his mug all over the place for fighting in a bar and using the new power of the Ascendants. Nox tugged the sleeves of his shirt down lower, not that they'd risen any. His tattoo was almost always hidden beneath some sleeves. Today he'd forsake the hoodie and opted for a button down shirt and his leather jacket which he wasn't currently wearing.

Yuri didn't drop the power but since he was being pleasant enough Nox dropped his weaves and just held the thinnest trickle of power just in case. It made the sights and sounds crisper, not that he needed to smell the other people. He could do without that but the added sight was always a blessing. The world was more colorful, the lines cleaner and the details were intense.

After toasting Bas for the third time that night Nox set aside the beer. He'd had enough already and hiding he wasn't drinking from the thugs was only going to work on one of them, the other could see exactly what he was doing - so no point. He just wouldn't drink anymore.

The stage was filled with another show that was ending when Roman nodded towards a woman in black. It made her ivory skin seem almost translucent. Her lips were blood red and the hair on the back of Nox's neck rose. She walked like a hunter - a predator ready to strike. Nox sat up straighter and leaned against the table and followed her as she moved like a cat across the floor to her target.

Her target would not have been his choice. If she was what he thought she was. The soldier wasn't easy prey - someone like Pyotr would have been better. And Nox really hoped she wasn't what he thought. Fucking dranaika were bitches to kill. But she moved like the one he and Aurora had tracked for days. Damned foresight and she slipped their net. It was a shitty hunt, but they'd learned a lot. That was pre-godling powers. If their father had not been drinking, maybe they would have killed it. Doubtful, they were one of the hardest to take down. They never did find her again either. Damned foresight!

Nox pulled his power closer to him. There were too many innocents here. She had to be taken outside. Nox didn't care if he was caught staring. This was a club all about looking and not touching. He watched as she closed in on the man standing watch over the club. He was on duty - sort of. It was hard not to watch the stage when there were clothes coming off and sexy bodies underneath. Nox didn't care anymore about his company, he didn't care what they thought as he watched the so-called woman Roman had pointed out interact with the officer. It was a uniform he slightly recognized, but he couldn't recall from where. It was hardly important to his job right now.

If she left he'd follow. The hunt was on, he only wished Aria were here to watch his back.