just need to let go [draven]

Speaking of vampires, one such creature was currently making his way into the very same club, only his objective was slightly different than most there. After all, in his opinion clubs such as these weren't simply just for fun but they made for great hunting grounds and in fact, they were one of Draven's favorite type of hunting grounds. He was well aware that the prey here wouldn't be as sweet as any vampire's favorite meal, humans, but they would be more of a challenge and would last longer. Upon reaching the front of the line leading the way in, he passed the bouncer as easily as those before him, considering IDs weren't much of a concern in the area, especially since a good majority of those entering were well beyond the legal age even if they didn't appear so. Draven was among that mentioned 'good majority', eternally stuck just two years under age in physical age, although he could be mistaken from anywhere between mid-teens to early twenties and in actuality was well over four hundred years old. 

Although his physical age is young and the style he has adapted over the years helped play n that youthfulness, he did carry an old air with him which was quite distinct to most others of the supernatural world. As well as an old presence, his true age could be seen in those off-blue eyes of his, the way he carried himself and spoke if you knew how to look for those clues.  If not, perhaps the color of his skin which had paled along with his age and has become nearly grey in color if he stands under the right lighting and is as cold as a corpse when not freshly fed and given a warm and human appearance, would give it away. Without any effort toward creating an illusion of being alive, it was a rather obvious thing even humans could pick up on as with each year that goes by, his appearance although forever youthful and 'flawless' becomes more and more dead and inhuman. Seeing as he hadn't fed before heading here and didn't care to fake a human appearance considering he both believed it ludicrous to pretend you are something you cannot possibly be and he wasn't going to be in the pretense of anyone that would care, this is the appearance he now had.  

Once inside, like an animate ancient artifact dug from the ground and dropped in a time he obviously doesn't belong to, he made his way over to the bar in order to get a good view of the place in order to pick his prey from the crowd. He didn't preserve his predatory stare of a chosen prey however and with no discretion, took in every bit of visible skin on the way to the bar. It wasn't long before he had knocked back several glasses of various drinks and an enticing prey danced right into his cross hair. Now nicely buzzed and ready to take action, he finished off the drink in his hand and pushed away from the bar. Said prey had already put away enough drinks for two so early on in the night and was sloppily moving about the dance floor. She was perfect ad just what he was looking for; a blood alcohol level so high he could get drunk off of it. After all, what was better than the warm bitter taste of alcohol and the only human consumable he could stomach and the sweet, addicting taste of a human themselves? The two combined of course. Crossing the dance floor, his eyes never left his scantily dressed, unbalanced prey as he pushed passed the mass of bodies between him and his so awaited dinner.