[OPEN] MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR

[baisant]

The Duke of Central London's Samhain festivities are open upon invitation only. Those who are fortunate enough to have received one, either from the Duke himself or from one of his guests, are privy to quite the affair. Raymond has obviously been planning this for some time now, and the bar is fully stocked, the room fully decorated for the festivities. Collected from the fae hunt that their leader had encouraged, fae blood flows freely, available freshly served in punch bowls or straight from the source itself, in the form of kidnapped fae off of the streets. The vampires who partake are drunk with it and high on the euphoria that it offers, a drug unlike any other their kind can partake in.

As promised by Raymond himself, it is a rave the likes that London has never seen before. And it's about to get a lot more memorable still...

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[baisant]

No, most of the blood isn't his, though there were a few of Raymond's lieutenants that had gotten a few good swipes in here and there. Those wounds were caused by physical damage, however, not anything as caustic as a silver bullet or blade, and so they are already mostly healed by this point.

He smiles slightly as Daryl feigns as though he were not concerned about him, though Jean-Claude of course knows better than that. He would not have waited for so long to speak with him otherwise. He spreads his hands wide before him apologetically nonetheless. "I am sorry to keep you waiting then, mon ami," Jean-Claude replies. "It has been... A busy night, to say the least." If Daryl were to look closely at him, he might even recognize signs of exhaustion on the other man's face. Maybe.