you asked for it [Zenjiro]

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Schuyler sat at the bar quietly. She sipped the blood from the small cup that she held in her thin fingers. Schuyler's hood fell over her face and created dark shadows underneath her grey eyes. She looked down at the cup and at the crimson liquid inside of it. Schuyler ran her tongue over the pearly white teeth before pushing the cup away from her.

Schuyler decided she would rather stick to going after a rabbit or deer in the forest than drink this blood. It was clearly not as fresh as she would have liked and it had been warmed up, which Schuyler hated. She was picky, yes, but what could you expect from a vampire who had basically hunted fresh every week?

Schuyler gestured for the bartender to bring her over a small glass of vodka. She looked at the clear liquid before pouring in a tiny amount of blood. The alcohol would help dull the taste of the blood and as Schuyler sipped it she felt some relief. She tapped the wood of the bar quietly before lifting the glass back up to her pale pink lips.

[Zenjiro]

Jiro was still not exactly use to this being on a council thing but since Benjimen had disappeared and his wife taking over certain rules were abolished or changed slightly. He could date Schuyler but if things got out of hand and business became personal then things would happen. He wasn't sure what exactly but he didn't exactly want that happening.

Licking his lips he sighed as he walked up to the bar. He had no idea she was here. Blame having no powers being part of the reason and the smell of old wood and some mold was bothering him too much to notice her scent.

Sitting at the bar he chose to sit a seat or two down from the girl with the hood. He was getting a bit thin with this no fresh blood thing going on. Gifted were hard to come by and shifters were dangerous. He ordered a small glass of blood - cold - though and downed it only to grimace and follow it with a swig of beer. "God that was nasty..." he muttered. The bar tender of course didn't say anything since he probably knew it tasted awful and it was the best he had or that Jiro was a council member. Either way the man could not argue that the blood was good. No it was nasty or not the best.

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Schuyler hadn't had much blood for a long time. She would rather wait weeks for wildlife populations to increase and then go hunting than force herself to drink cold blood. It was disgusting and the first time she had it she almost threw it up. Schuyler closed her eyes and drank the rest of her drink. She finally got rid of the rusty taste of the blood.

Schuyler was fairly mad at the world they were living in now. She didn't have any humans, shifters, or gifted to hunt and night crawlers were reduced to drinking cold blood. Schuyler looked around the bar through haunted eyes. In the dim light the shadows cast by the light near her disappeared. A piece of her white hair fell forward and she slowly reached up a hand and tucked it behind her ear.

"God that was nasty..."

Schuyler looked up and looked over her shoulder to see Zenjiro sitting not too far away from her. She narrowed her eyes before sliding off her stool silently and moving to the one next to Zenjiro. "Agreed." The small vampire said quietly. She turned on her stool to face Zenjiro and gave him a slight nod of her head. "I've been told you wanted to see me." Schuyler said, her voice full with curiosity even though she remained expressionless.

[Zenjiro]

It had been so long since he had seen anyone that he knew. He didn't have sex as much as he would like. He didn't like it at all but he had council stuff to keep him busy. He declined so many women based on the fact that he had been busy that night usually.

He didn't startled when he heard a familiar voice. She had moved silently over to him, except for the small rush or flow of air. Humans wouldn't have been able to hear it nor Gifted. It was the only thing that probably gave her away. "Oh you have?" he looked over at her licking his lips. He remembered very well of what they had done that night. It seemed so long ago, when it was maybe a year or so.

"Well I might have to tell someone to keep his nose out of my business but yes I did want to see you." he smirked. He was still thirsty but there was no way he was drinking that blood again. He'd rather bite the bartender. He hated to think of kidnapping a Gifted but he was just about to. Maybe his brother would feed them or him at least. "How are things with you?" he tried to start some sort of conversation but he doubted he'd get very far.

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Schuyler looked at the bartender with narrowed eyes. She didn't like any of the blood bars were serving nowadays. At first it hadn't been so bad, but eventually fresh blood became a rarity. She gave him a disgusted look as he fixed a glass of blood for another vamp down the way. Schuyler averted her eyes slowly until she was looking back at Zenjiro. It had been a while since she had last seen him. There really wasn't a whole lot for her to do since she mainly worked with the warrior class of Night Crawlers. There were very few of them but there was still training and what not to be done. Other than that she stayed close to home and was open to Saeran if she needed anything.

Schuyler had an odd look on her face when Zenjiro spoke. Her head was cocked and her small grey eyes watched the Night Crawler with curiosity. She didn't really show much affection for anyone, if you could even call it affection. She didn't even really give Zenjiro much attention but it was more than other people got. She looked at the man for a moment longer before speaking. "I've been fine. My days haven't been as full as I'd like them to be." Schuyler glanced over her shoulder and then back at Zenjiro. "How about you?" Schuyler's tone was soft and she gave him a smile but in an instant it was gone just as fast as it had appeared.

[Zenjiro]

He took another shot of blood and grimaced at the taste. Of course he could probably live longer off this awful blood than someone older than him. He was relatively new still. "I've been better." he had a shot of whiskey given to him which he downed and exhaled sharply. He wasn't looking at her much. The man was somewhat grumpy.

Jiro did not want to meet the Gifted leader. He knew it was not the best of times to be meeting someone that important but then Saeran was asking him to get things ready. The time was drawing near and he could not tell a soul about it. It had been locked away in his mind as well by Ismet. He could think about it but others could not get to it, except Ismet and that other council member if he knew where to look. Sighing he pushed the hair out of his eyes before looking over at her.

"So do you want to pick up where we left off or keep things as it is now?" he did not love Schuyler but he was fond of her. He was not sure if he could love someone else besides his brother. Of course if they spent more time together he might grow more fond of the girl but he did not really want to push the boundaries. Benjamin's words were still in his mind about not dating her but after his death Saeran had told him it was alright. When he had asked her.

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Schuyler watched Zenjiro take another shot of the blood. An eyebrow raised in curiosity but her nose also wrinkled in distaste. She couldn't stand the damn blood and wouldn't drink it until she was reaching madness from going to long without it. Schuyler didn't like having to drink blood that was bottled.

Schuyler looked at that bartender and then at Zenjiro. She glared at the bartender for a moment before casting her eyes down at the wood of the bar. Schuyler rose a hand and set it over her collarbone to brush a stray piece of hair away. She normally kept her hair fairly short but it had grown past her shoulders now but something was keeping her from cutting it.

Schuyler cocked her head to the side and glanced up at the ceiling in thought. Her hood slipped back further onto her head. Her skin was white in the dim light and her grey eyes dark when she finally looked back over at Zenjiro. "Where we left off." Schuyler couldn't exactly say where that was but the situation they were in now was making her skin itch. She had never been very good at friendly conversations and their past relationship, whatever it was, was much more familiar.