The Owner
The wolves had partially shifted already. A pack from the far end of town trying to put the squeeze on those businesses that were other wordily, they were nothing better than the human mob trying to get protection money from businesses that didn't need it.
Four wolves stood in the middle of the dance floor, eight feet tall each three with fur of gray and black and one with fur the color of pitch and eyes of burning amber. One of the half faye servers clutched her side where they initially attacked her the scent of her blood filling the air. Bruno stood beside her pulling her back as the wolves growled.
“The Black Bat is ours now, we control the flow of information...WE are in charge. The Howling Death pack Rules this part of town. WHERE IS THE LEECH OWNER!I want him to bow before me.”
The black wolf who spoke was head and shoulders taller than the rest. The Alpha so to speak. The crowd was doing their best to get out of the way but not a single soul ran. Even the waitress wasn't scared...she was just angry...and hurt of course. A voice spoke up above the rest, easily it carried over any commotion, each word carried a hint of power and the promise of something darker if it wasn't listened to.
“I am here...I don't appreciate what you are doing. This club is neutral and you know that. No one gets to hunt or fight here Nate.”
The large wolf turned his head instantly to where the voice came from. There was no grand Entrance, no smoke and mirrors show to announce himself. He was simply standing there with his arms crossed behind his back, left arm holding the right at the wrist. He wore a suit that seemed woven from shadows and a shirt dyed with blood. He looked like if the devil himself had taken form and chosen to walk the earth. His hair was well taken care of, combed back and his eyes unblinking stared at the black wolf without a hint of fear.
“How dare you call me that. I am your new master LEECH!”
The Alpha's name was Nathan Barlowe....but the locals called him Nasty Nate, something he hated a great deal. Stephano wouldn't stoop that low as to hurl insults like a crass barbarian and just used Nate, leaving the nasty implied. He smirked at the reaction he got. The rest of the crowd would chuckle. The smoke itself was cloaking who was actually there, covering the scents of those gathered. The wolf pack didn't know what they had gotten themselves into...and that sadistic gleam danced in Stephano's eyes.
“I have no master. Now please, removed yourself from my club.”
Stephano would separate himself from the crowd by a few steps. As he looked up to the wolf who was snarling at him only a few inches away.
“Learn your place!”
The vampire didn't blink when the wolf got in his face. That smile still on his lips...he didn't budge an inch when a clawed hand wrapped around his throat and he moved easily when he was lifted off the ground.
“No...NO you have no real power Stephano Death. Its all an illusion. I AM YOUR MASTER NOW! You will pay me what I want or I'll kill everyone in this room and we'll burn your club to the ground. You'll die last, watching us as we piss on the asses of your empire.”
That gravely voice was supposed to inspire fear. Yet the crowd just started to laugh even more, and that smile on the vampire's lips was still there.
“ OH my power is very real Nate. Do you think you are the first to 'lay clam' to my club just because you think you are strong enough. You are far from the first and are far from the last. I could kill you right now or I could keep you alive for weeks until nothing of you remains exepct a shatters soul who can't even recognize his own reflection in the mirror. Yet I'm not even going to lift a finger nate...instead I'll say this. To the people who know my power, to the people who support my power and to the people who fear my power. Bruno will give you a free drink for every good sized chunck of wolf you bring to him, at least the size of a fist. An organ gets you free dinners, no limit. ”
Nate's eyes widened at that. There were already growls coming from the crowd as some of them did in fact leave. Those growls though...they were full of sadistic lust and before Nate could react one of his member was pulled into the crowd and was torn apart screaming...though the carnage lasted more than a few moments those screams certainly did not.
“Y..YOU WILL DIE!”
Nate roared as he moved to crush Stephano's throat, yet when he closed his hand there was nothing there. He watched as another member was pulled into the crowd by an inky black tendril...Nate hadn't seen anything like it before.
“Oh I'm already dead you silly pup.”
Stephano would be standing only a few feet away from the Alpha wolf who watched in Horror as his last backup was swarmed by the crowd and pulled back past an invisible line. It screamed and howled as it was killed far more slowly than the other two. Nate's eyes went back to Stephano.
“I am sorry...please...please don't kill me.”
The vampire just rolled his eyes and shook his head holding up a hand to the crowd that was just about to surge on the black wolf.
“Nathan, I want you to understand something. This is true power, what my patrons and friends are doing to you now. Leadership is power not strength.”
And then he lowered his hand and as he walked away the Alpha was ripped to shreds as he screamed and tried to fight off the too many claws and tendrils. The vampire just walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of bloodwyne with a smile.
“I'll have to give the staff a bonus for the cleaning they are going to do tonight.”