You decide that trying to run from a vampire would probably be as effective as closing your eyes and trying to be invisible. You take a deep breath and knowing that luck favors the bold, go sit down beside Lacroix.

"So why are you here?" You ask, trying to keep the panic out of your voice.
 

He raises an eyebrow at you, apparently he didn't expect you to sit beside him.  'Like I'd really be any safer on the other side of the room,' you think, then wait for his response. "You were at my club tonight." He informs you.

"Oh?" You play dumb, "Which one? I go to lots of clubs."

"The Raven," He tells you, frowning slightly.

You can't tell if he's annoyed at you or what, so you decide to be as polite as possible to the homicidal maniac. You almost offer to get him something to drink, but catch yourself just in time. Whoa, that could have been -real- bad!

You fold your hands in your lap to stop from fidgeting. "Yeah, I was at the Raven earlier, I didn't see you though."

"I know," He smiles again.

You fight the urge to run for it again, you take another slow calming breath. "So…"

He cuts you off, "But you did see…something, didn't you?"

He's watching you now with an unnerving intensity, you swallow audibly. "I see lots of things, what…specifically are you referring to?"

Lacroix's eyes narrow. You get the feeling you'd better do something to save your skin, or rather your blood, real quick. You: