The lights of the club flashed in pulsating rhythm over the writhing mass of bodies, the atmosphere electric and warm, music beating away within the blood of those present, dancing or not. Alcohol flowed freely as did the laughter, phone numbers, passion and rejection. It was a scene of a good night out, a wild time, and unbeknownst to most humans, a time of feeding for many of the creatures of the night. This was prime ground for it. So much noise and confusion and lights, drugs...most humans wouldn't even realize anything was happening before it was too late and if they were lucky, they'd wake somewhere with a huge hangover and a wound they couldn't explain. If they were unlucky...well, they wouldn't be questioning their state at all no matter where they ended up. The dead didn't usually care about those sorts of things. Fortunately for the humans near her, Alexandra wasn't looking for a meal. She laughed at a comment from a friend, also a vampire, and then looked up to the dark-haired, impressively tall male standing just outside the booth where she sat. "Oh, come on, Tony! This was supposed to be fun!" "I am having fun." the werewolf - their species had long ago come to a peaceful treaty and even friendship - replied evenly, though, not unkindly and the blond rolled her eyes, giving him a pointed look. "No, you're brooding as you stand there all masculine-like. Stop being my guard for two seconds and go talk to the redhead who's been eyeing you all night. Go!" She shoved his hip slightly at the last word and the male gave her an exasperated look that was returned by a grin, before he relented and moved away, a warning being left before he did. "Don't wander off." Alexandra chuckled, almost evilly, blue-green eyes sparkling with pure mischief in the club lighting. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it." Unfortunately for Tony, she didn't say it loud enough for him to catch in all this noise and he left feeling uncertain, but willing to give his ward another try. Maybe she wouldn't disappear this time.