Pretty stepped out of the cage. She had just finished her fight and was kinda tired. The woman she was facing lay on the floor of the cage. She wasn't dead. Just passed out. "Someone pass me my robes" Pretty said. The short man that wouldn't give Pretty her money back in Spring ran over and gave Pretty her things. He had become her helper in the past months. Pretty got her wand out of her robes and said "Did you clean it like I wanted" "Ya.ya.yes mam" the man told her (his name is greg). "Ok good Gregy. I would have been angry if you hadn't of. You know what happened last time you didn't do what I wanted" Pretty told them as they sat down at the bar.

"Firewhisky" Pretty told the barman. "What about the AJ thing. You found out his last name yet?" "N.n.n.no mam." "YOU IDIOT! FIND IT OUT or else!" Pretty told him. She threw him on the floor. Pretty took a sip from her drink. "You know you could just kill him. It would be easier" the voice told Pretty. "Yeah I know. But he is fun to scare" "Pretty you know you want to. Practice what you are going to do to AJ on him. It will be fun" "Ok. Whatever you want" Pretty told the voice as she finished her drink.

Fawne had been in the club hours before lock in, she didn’t know why she’d started coming here but she knew it satisfied some of the intense blood lust of her instincts without actually feasting. She supposed it was instinct mostly; ever since Algernon mentioned finding Neo Death Eaters in this place she’d been drawn to visit and tonight was no different.

She was beginning to get known as a regular, though she wasn’t known was Fawne Sugarmoon here, nor did many assume her human. She didn’t look like her normal student self either. In fact she looked very adult; her hair was charmed to look black rather than brown and her once messy curls were tamed into perfect ones. The vampire transformation had left her lither, with a more adult build, as well as paler; all helping her look nearer her twenties than teens. To top off the dark look her hair and skin seemed to give her she wore a long blood red hooded robe, the garment being square necked and clinging in all the right places; a black belt hugging it too her waist and a large hood hanging from her shoulders. Here she was Cheshire Hurt. So she borrowed his last name, it didn’t matter.

Fawne, as Cheshire, was sat at the bar, next to a woman she never did catch the name off. She seemed to be instilling fear into her man servant, a term she found most amusing. Despite being a vampire now, she was still very much Fawne and her voice was a twinkling soprano as she spoke, her words oddly polite. No wonder most thought she was an old vampire rather than a youngling.

“I rather find I am very knowledgeable, what information do you seek?” her question was light and flippant, like she wasn’t really than interested, in truth she was deadly curious; as Fawne she knew an AJ. Whilst she waited for the women’s response she calmly sipped at her wine glass, filled with a substance much thicker than wine; it was animal blood.

Pretty turned around. She saw a woman. Tall, drinking something red and had sharp fangs. Probably a vampire. They came here a lot. "Yeah. Looking for a guy called AJ. He wouldn't tell me his last name. He messed up a fight for me. So I need to mes him up" Pretty told her. "I'm Amy by the way. Not as young as I look." Pretty ordered another drink. "I've seen you here a few times. Newbie?" Pretty asked. The man passed Pretty her drink. "Finlay. What were you doing. Making the drink by hand." Pretty took a sip from her drink. Greg ran over and said "Ma.ma.mam someone wants to fight you" "Tell them no. I am busy. Can't you see I'm talkin to someone."

She sipped her blood drink languidly as Amy spoke to her, after all in the fight club under a new identity she did not have to hide her species. And although she liked to fight she never feasted, if she were to start the temptation to slaughter masses would be too great.

“Oh? I am afraid i do not know of any AJ, although i shall keep my hearing open.” Her tone was falsely disinterested but soft. The only AJ she knew was a fellow student but he was capable of looking after himself, nevertheless this Amy woman was brutal in fights.

She never got chance to respond to Amy’s other questions since she was now yelling at her lackey once more, it seemed the poor man was terrified. The smell of fear was rolling off him in waves, he also smelt like Pee; surely he hadn’t urinated himself? She crinkled her noise at the thought, though she carefully rearranged it back into a neutral half smile moments later, her voice a tinkle as she spoke.

“Oh, my name is Cheshire Hurt and I am not very new any longer. Though we have no crossed paths before…I rather think your challenger could find a partner, perhaps then we could battle together? I am sure it would be most delightful.”

Pretty smiled at the thought. If she had a vampire in the ring with her then they would be a higher chance of her winning. "Greg tell them I'll fight. As long as its double team" Pretty told Greg. "Ya.ya.yes mam" Greg said as he ran off. "I guess we are going to have a double team match. Bit it's kill or be killed at times" Pretty told Chershire. "I hope you are ready."

As Cheshire, Fawne was all instincts, although still doll like she had a animalistic instinct bound quality to her. And it showed when her blood red eyes flashed, fair enough they were only charmed to be red, but any vampire that feasted on humans had red eyes and Fawne found the effect rather useful. She was still conscious of her normal nature, and still ineptly kind, after all she lied for AJ, it was just that now she could be a vampire without consequence.

"I find the idea of the fight rather delightful, and i am more than ready. I was made to be ready...Shall we dance Amy?" her twinkling voice was full of mischief and her words were light and yet ineptly creepy at the same time.

Pretty smiled. She was a sure win with Chershire. But it's wasn't like she would have lost if she didn't have Chershire. "Lets" Pretty said with a smirk on her face. The two walked over to the cage. "The fight won't start right now. The have to let a while for the people to get there bets in. If not the club won't make any money. We can just sit at a table and wait" Pretty told Chershire. The two sat down at a table. Pretty looked over at the cage. A few blood stains here and there. But it was fine. "So how long you been a Vamp? You don't have to tell me. Just been wondering."

Fawne's smile was a brighter one from her usual half smile as she responded to Amy's words. It was nice to let her instincts take control, although she did have to reign them in later; harm not kill. As she joined Amy at the table it was obvious that even if the club was silent she would have made no noise, her movements were fluid with an instinctive grace and her footsteps so light they were hardly real.

Amy's question caught her slightly off guard but her normal nature allowed her to keep any shock from her face. Her voice seemingly unchanged when she spoke.

"I find i have been a creature of the night for long enough. You are welcome to guess but i assure you time makes little difference to my species." her words were michivious and tinkling but still mysterious and slightly wise. It was an odd mix of her most competitive sides, the vampireic transformation bringing out her mischief but the wisdom was built in her very core.

Pretty didn't get the answer she wanted but she wasn't going to make a scene out of it. She knew not to mess with Vampires. "I won't. I don't really care about peoples age. If they mess with me no matter what age I will get by back. And if they are nice to me I will be nice back" Pretty said simply. "WAITER!" Pretty screamed. The waiter rushed over. "Another Firewhisky. Cherhire you want anything?" Pretty asked Chershire.

OOC:YAY SHORTNESS!

"Oh? i rather hoped you would guess." She didn't seem put out by Amy not guessing but she had hoped she would. Her natural curiosity was perked now, she wanted to know how old of a vampire Amy assumed her to be, she was hoping not to appear the new born she was after all.

Her curious wanderings were interrupted however when Amy screamed for the waiter, the man scuttling over the the table like he was approaching death. Fawne responded automatically when she was called Cheshire, it was a good job too; after what Amy had just said.

"Oh, yes please. I rather fancy another crimson vile. I believe them rather delicious; care to try one Amy?" a Crimson vile was more of a vampire drink; it was animal blood and some form of spirit she often forgot the name off. Nevertheless some mortals did drink it for dares, it did not taste too awful.

"No thanks Chershire. I have tried them. Not my taste" Pretty said as she remembered last time she had one. "That all?" "YEAH NOW HURRY UP!" Pretty shouted at him. The man ran away. Probably feared for his life. No one was looking there way. Pretty screaming and shouting at people wasn't anything new. Maybe when a new person came to the club and Pretty did that the new person would look.

"Don't you love it when you make people fear for their life. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Like the first time you kill a cute little puppy" Pretty said happily. Pretty looked around the room. Looking for somebody to kill. There wasn't a lot of people at the club tonight. But Pretty didn't mind. he was going to kill tonight. No matter what.

Fawne had to resist flinching when she yelled, it wasn't in her nature to react but her senses picked up the voice much louder than others would. Instead of flinching she blinked languidly like she was annoyed by the bar mans presence, in reality she honestly didn't care.

She never got to reply to Amy's words about the Crimson vile drink since she seemed to speaking about fear and death. It made Fawne wonder for her sanity but then she was in knock turn ally, in a fight club masquerading as a vampire much older than her true self, under a old vampire name. Maybe they were both insane in differing ways? How was she meant to reply to that in her nonsensical way, her voice refused to change tones as she spoke, being serious about the topic would only make her morals set back into place. This was instinct time.

"The club reeks of fear, it is a rather horrid stench actually. Nevertheless i rather suppose many die here pointlessly. Or rather i mean that i only kill that which i wish to feast upon, i would not soil my taste palette on some of the dirty blooded here." her words suggested she classed herself and Amy above the scum but not above fighting.

Pretty smiled. It was nice to know someone agreed with her for being better than the rest of the people in there. Just before Pretty could answer she saw to new figures walk in. "Oh sh*t" Pretty said. "We HAVE to go now!" Pretty told Chershire. "GREG HERE, NOW!" Pretty screamed at Greg. Pretty started picking up her items. "Well hurry up Chershire. We need to go" Pretty said panicky.

Fawne blinked in a flinching manner when Amy screamed, she was not used to being so close to someone so prone to shouting, especially not with this new hearing. Her eyes focused upon the figures but since she was newer to the club she had no idea who they were.

Without pausing she quickly disappeared her glass with her wand, replacing the item back in her pocket after; she didn't want to leave anything behind. She pulled her crimson hood over her head also; although she was charmed to look different, hair colour and eye colour wise, she couldn't risk being recognised. with a fluid in human speed she was suddenly next to Amy, hardly any time having passed from her movements.

"May i ask why we are rushing?" her voiced was serene and soft, a tone similar to that she used at school. She was not panicked yet.

Pretty grabbed her things. "Ok you got your stuff" Pretty asked. "By the way those men if they see me my names Cindy" Pretty said as they were walking out the back. "They're Aurors. Been following the for a while. Ever since I kinda killed there last head of aurors (the one before gen)." The two were now outside the club down the Alley. "You got anymore questions for me?"

Fawne followed Amy without a pause; she wasn't sure why but a niggling thought in her head suggested it was because she was an unregistered vampire. She kept the hood up despite the fact it probably brought more attention to herself, but since they were the only ones leaving the slipped to the back door easily.

"Oh you killed the head Auror? May i ask why? Oh and just one more question, would you like to explore Knockturn?" her voice was soft but curious. Fawne found Amy's strange personality a curiosity, a puzzle even and she still held interest for such things.

"Well I didn't know he was the Head Auror when I killed him. It was just a job" Pretty told her as the walked down the Alley. It was a cold night. Pretty could feel the gosebumps on her skin. But Pretty enjoyed the cold. "Sure I guess so. Whats the worst that could happen if we look around?" Pretty said. "Greg here now" Pretty said. She didn't shout it because she could be heard. "Take this" Pretty said passing him her robe. It landed on his head. "Amy's not my real name if ya haven't noticed."

When the word Job left Amy's mouth Fawne's serene core was shook slightly, who exactly had she befriended? She knew people killed for all sorts of reasons; revenge, justice, pure hatred, but as a career? that seemed a little cold even for her, and she was cold a lot of the time, in a physical sense anyway. She was careful to keep her expression plan, the half smile still seated firmly on her lips out of habit. She also choose to approach the safer topics in the conversation, the one that didn't discuss the thoughts she'd been having.

"I find it rather curious but why does he follow you so?" she gestured lightly to 'Greg' wondering what he owed the woman she was talking with. "May i know your real name, for you know mine and i believe you now have the advantage" she lied flawlessly, nothing in her soft voice changing when she claimed Cheshire was her real name.

It wasn't that she didn't want Amy to know it was just that it was better if she didn't. She came to the fight club to work off instincts, to fight, claw and growl. She'd never bite or feast, her pallet remaining human free so far, and her army of newborns non existent. Fawne Sugarmoon could only be her 'human' self for so long, her instincts had to win out sometimes...

OOC:sorry for the long wait

BIC:

The three walked down the cold path, they were getting close to Diagon Alley. Once they got there they would be home free. "Gregy here owes me his life. Lets just say if it wasn't for me then he wouldn't be here today" Pretty said with a smirk on her face. It had always been there. Pretty always had something to be happy with. Now it was the fact she got away from a bunch on nosy Aurors yet again.

When Pretty's real name came up she stopped walking. Only a few people knew her name. And those people weren't supposed to know her name. But for some strange reason Pretty trusted Cheshire. "Ma real names Pretty. I'm not telling you ma last name. That is for myself to know and you to never find out."

The three had got to Diagon Alley. "Well this is were I leave you. I hope Greg and I can see ya another time."

Fawne merely nodded her head when Pretty talked about life debts. As far as she was concerned she would always be indebt to Alice; the vampire who saved her from another. Although the vampire life wasn't what she had asked for it was still a life, which was better than none.

"I believe your name suits you well." the comment was off hand and said in that twinkling voice of hers, it was a compliment of sorts, one offered between friends.

"I shall keep it safe" she smiled sweetly, the smiled looking decidely scary yet genuine on the impish pale face. It was obviously the vampire winning through.

She watched simply as Pretty left, waving fluidly in farewell, the long sleeve of her cloak falling down to reveal a chalk white arm. "I imagine you will...Fare well" With no other words fawne simply pulled her hood closer to her face and vanished into the shadows.

She was still curious about Pretty; Pretty was certainly a puzzle and she had found out that her kind, vampires, were easily distracted by such oddities...

OOC: Is fine ^.^