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Champagne heard the door close and she left the bathroom to find the door quite lonely. Tears still blocked her view and she went to to desk and tried to read what Roy had wrote, but she couldn't make out the words even as she tried to dry her eyes.

She gave up finally and she went to the nearby window and gazed out upon the town that seemed busy even at this time of night. She was wounded and couldn't stay here, not when everything smelled like him.

She wanted to know why he wanted her and yet would not admit it...why he would not allow her to get close to him. It hurt and she cried out and it turned into the roar of a wounded beast. She changed into a pair of his pants and a blouse and she pulled her hair back into a ponytail before she headed out into the night.

She hoped to find some sort of comfort when she could not find it in him.

Dearest Champagne:

This is more graver than any wound, more hurtful than any sort of weapon that has harmed millions of people all over this foul earth..

I never have rejected your desire. I found my own in yours. The reason why I could never say..was because of the many times people has ran from what I'm slowly becoming.

I've been cruel, even my hands, are too stained with blood to make me be a human being.

Because of this pain and misery I kept bringing you, I will let you be alone. Do as you wish. Should you return, and I have not returned, sleep without me. I will be fine.

Please forgive me..

Roy Awayu.

"Ace of Hearts, Ace of Spades, Ace of Diamonds, Ace of Clubs..A four in a kind," Roy said, smirking while laying down his hand as the other players sneered at his winnings so far.

Champagne had nearly forgotten what a dangerous town he had brought them to and she wandered the streets, with her hands in the pockets of his pants. They were much to big and she was hoping she could find a place for a belt. She gazed into the shop windows the majority of them dark and she sighed. She was quickly approaching an alleyway and she distinctly heard the sound of feeding and she ran to the alley opening and her eyes detected to the two forms.

The vampire looked up at her and pulled away from the neck of the young woman he had been so feverishly feeding on. There was blood everywhere as he spoke to her, "Don't worry my dear....you'll get your turn....."
Champagne wouldn't have fled any other time, but this time she did because she wanted to get away from all that blood. It made her hungry and she was too far from the hotel now to go and get a bottle from her stock. Pain rolled through her as she fought the hunger, the beast clawing its way to the surface when she caught the scent of blood and alcohol in the air and she followed it, finding herself at a bar. She entered the establishment and walked around, squeezing in between people so that she could find a place to sit.

This probably wasn't the wisest idea and yet she did it anyways. She had not idea that Roy was here and she took the one empty seat in the corner and just watched everyone. A young man too young to even really be here approached her and whispered something in her ear. She couldn't really make out what he said over the noise around them, but she nodded and the next thing she knew Champagne was sitting on his lap and they had a roung of drinks in front of them. Never being much of a drinker the alcohol hit her hard and she leaned against the man with his dirty blond hair and blue eyes, the opposite of Roy, and she found herself with her head on his shoulder so very close to his neck.

It wasn't like her to do what she did next, but she bit him, hard and wrapped her arms around him to make it look as though she were just playing with him. She drank slowly, savoring the flavor. Her body becoming alive as she felt his arousal. She stopped and pulled away, closing the wound before she got up and she smiled to him as he sat there with a dazed look on his face and mouthed a, "Thanks" as she headed back towards a separate room of the bar, now that she felt much better.
A pair of hands slammed down on the desk, causing Roy to look wearily at a man who was at his right side as he stood, the smell of alcohol reeking from his breath as the eyes were bloodshot and murderous. But he wasn't alone in seeing this, the crowd stopped in whatever they were doing to see what was happening.

It was almost like seeing his reflection, a physical reality of what he was before. Only a minor difference.

Roy was much more good looking than this hairy and foul man.

"You rotten, cheating scum!" the man cussed at him before he, plus two others, pulled out guns and had aimed them at Roy, who was sitting rather leasurely, enjoying the spectacle.

"Cheating, huh? Are you sure you're not having a bad stroke of luck?" Roy asked while a smirk peeked out of the corner of his lips.

"I'll take the money, mister, you just die."

"Let's make a little wager, shall we? If you think I'm cheating you, shoot me before I pull out my knife and make a mark on you that you'll never forget," Roy said, slightly cold and harsh, but rather threatening as they laughed at him.

"A knife, huh? You're not even armed!" the man laughed.

"Count to three, things do change in that much time, you know," he said while resting his eyes.

"Fine, have it your way then," the man said before counting, the others getting a bit fidgety. "One... two... th-!??!?!?!"

At rapid speed, before the man could blink, a flash of silver shot past his face, but it didn't come once, but again, stopping at his eye while the other two were down, in pain and yet..alive.

Roy's eyes seemed much colder, as if he were nothing but a devil trapped in a body of a man, making the man shake at what he was seeing, blood dripping down his cheek and onto the floor.

"You've seen for yourself that I have not cheated no one nothing. Now scram, quietly, and take these cretins with you," he said before putting the knife away, the man doing exactly what he was told..

Only to run out of the bar completely as the audience seemed to clap, but kept their gazes from him, murmurs starting to rise as Roy sat down and smiled at the dealer.

"Another hand, please. My luck's just getting higher and higher."

Champagne heard the commotion and slipped into the crowd forming around the men and wasn't too surprised to see Roy. She went to the bar and asked the barkeep for a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass and carried it back to where Roy sat.

She came up behind him silently and placed a full shotglass on the table next to him, "Looks like you could use this tiger......" She smiled softly her lips stained red from the blood of the young man, but she never knew that she had spilled a drop.

Roy looked to her before extending an arm to her.

"Well well, the sparkling gem in that of a cute pirate girl," he smirked. "Come, sit on my knee and drink with me whilst I win."

However, his eyes read differently. They seemed to send a message directly.

What..have you done?!

She laughed and played along as she took a place upon his knee, "Winning big are ya, sir?...Maybe I'll bring you better luck....."

She cuddled up to him and saw the bewilderment in his eyes and looked a little confused at the look.

She picked up the shotglass and held it for him, waiting for him to take the shot before playing another round of cards.

Roy took the glass and drank it down before whispering softly in her ear.

"Who did you drink?.."

Before saying more, he moved his head, his hand resting rather comfortably on her stomach before eyeing the cards before lightly tapping once on the table for a replacement hand with a finger. When the cards was re-dealt, he picked up his hand and smirked a little, his hand revealing to her a full house, two threes of clubs and diamonds, while the other three were Queens of the club, spade and heart.

She laughed and purred in his ear, "Wouldn't you like to know...wanna make sure he's sitll living?...If you must know its a guy sitting in the corner....he's fine, just a littel dazed...."

Champagne winked at him keeping up their act as if they were new to one another. She took her hand and placed it on top of his and smiled warmly before she looked back to the dealer and then to Roy.

She took the abandoned shotglass and poured some whiskey before tilting her head back to take the shot. Just one shot combined with the drink that she had earlier made her cling to Roy as he played.