He was dressed casually, a sober pair of black jeans and a gray t-shirt. His eyes were the color of emeralds, a vibrant green. His eyebrows were a few shades darker than his hair, looking black against his pale skin. They were furrowed in concentration as his eyes scanned the surrounding crowd, he was looking for someone. He was bumped forwards as a shoulder collided with his own, this had happened several times. The boy stuck his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and rocked on his heels absentmindedly. 

"What brings you to the Pandemonium?" He turned around to see a slender female, no older than him, wearing a painfully revealing dress. Her eyes looked distant as she stared and were impossible for him to decipher the color of them. One of her fingers was playing with a curly lock of her hair flirtatiously. 

"Um," He said. "I'm with a friend." Her head moved back as a laugh rattled through her. The constant changing lights reflected off her face, making it glow.

"You're a bad lair." She smirked. He noticed that she probably would have been pretty without all the make up and fake bad girl routine, he felt pity for her.

"Maybe." He answered easily. This was not one of his favorite situations; being in a club with drunk and dancing people while searching for someone you had no image of. Her hand grabbed his arm, it felt warm and sweaty. 

"Take me home." She whispered, the pupils of her eyes seemed suddenly large as she looked up at him. He carefully moved his arm away from her.

"I'm sorry," He said. "I have to be somewhere." The girl swayed drunkenly and looked as if she might throw a tantrum as three year old might. He pushed through the crowd and tried to guess who the person he was looking for might be. A man socializing with a few people caught his attention. The man's skin was green. The person he was looking for was known to have these sorts of traits, warlock traits. Half human, half demon, and with the ability of magic. Just what he was looking for. He shoved anyone in his way, getting drinks spilled on him and curses as he passed. His eyes were intent on the green man, but a muscular hand held him back.

"What the hell?" He cried, trying to jerk his arm away. He looked up to see a guy with shinning brown skin and colored dreadlocks. His face was planted sternly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. They seemed distant like the girl's. His grip tightened on the pale boy as he pulled his arm closer, pulling a sharp object out of his pocket and stabbing it in to the green eyed boy's veins. He cried in shock as he tried to pull away, but sparks of black started to take over his vision and his body felt heavy as he fell into unconsciousness.