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The Purple Violin is one of the many gay clubs in Edmonton, but what makes PV so special? Well cross-dressing vampires, a shape-shifting bartender, and the best absinth in town or so I was told. The club was painted for the most part in varying shades of purple, even the felt on the pool tables; the booths, sofas and stool linings were black leather. The dance floor was see through and underneath was a tank of nurse sharks. It sounded dangerous to dance on, but whatever the flooring was made of was as strong as steel. Which was a good thing since the majority of the people in the place were grinding bodies on it.
I had found myself a table, near the back. I’m not one who mingles. The song blasting from the speaker above me was a little too techno for my tastes. I waited patiently for Misha to come down. She had a few business calls to finish up before she could see me.
I had known Misha for about three years now I came through her bar one day waiting for an anonymous informant on an old case that was a little to underground for my tastes, the guy never showed up, then before I had left the bouncer at the time ushered me into Misha’s office. It had seemed Misha herself had been the informant she was watching me from afar first, that’s Misha you don’t long in her industry if you aren’t paranoid. Since then she was my connection to the underground maybe even my friend…
So I sat there sipping a rum and coke to pass the time. I’m not much into the clubs they make me uncomfortable, every movement or gesture a person makes could be misconstrued as a silent mating call. I realized I was staring into my drink that’s a mistake! Last thing I needed was giving a guy a way in, by looking depressed, it may sound hard to believe people but a lot of guys try to be prince charming, last I heard he was taken. I looked up and tried to seem like I was happy in my solitude, which is a lot harder than it looks.
That’s when I noticed someone staring at me from across the room, he seemed to have realized I saw him because he quickly turned his head and started talking to a tiny brunette girl next to him. He looked tall maybe 6’3, I couldn’t be sure because he was sitting down, he had short black hair cut Caesar style like most guys, I couldn’t see his eyes, but I’d guess green, he had a slight tan to his skin a real tan though not the fake and bake kind, and his arms were hairless, I wondered if that was true for the rest of his body, then I realized I was staring now shit! I recouped myself by looking at the wall next to me as if it was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. I hoped he hadn’t noticed me staring I wasn’t interested. I’m not saying I don’t like guys. Hell I don’t know if I like girls. Weird thing is I’m not a virgin. Guess, I’ve never really thought about it. If I had to choose I would probably lean towards guys more, but I didn’t really feel up to testing that theory right now.
“Delicious isn’t he?” I turned my head back to find Misha sitting in front of me with a blonde haired drag queen standing off to her side. Misha was wearing a neon purple wig that reached down far enough to be lost behind her shoulders, a black sequin cocktail dress that looked more like a second skin that barely reached the middle of her thighs and a pair of knee high leather hooker boots. She looked scandalous. Her make up was applied so she looked completely human and she was wearing a black velvet chocker to cover up her near non-distinct Adam’s apple
“Who?” I replied. If I admitted to Misha I was checking out Mr. Tall and handsome she’d be on my case about, how she always new my kitchen door swung that way and that I should try new things and start dating.
“Him” She pointed in the guy’s direction “His names Michael, he’s here with his sister Lisa and her friends celebrating Lisa’s twenty first. He’s a doctor at the Stollery Children’s Hospital been there four years two of which were residency he likes romantic dinners by candlelight and skating on ponds at night, he also likes you.”
“How the hell do you know all of this? You can’t read minds.” She giggled delighted in the fact that she puzzled me.
“ Sweetie, I am Misha the kind heart vampire philanthropist, he works at the Stollery I met him at a benefit. In regards to him liking you well I showed him your picture.” Kind hearted my ass… well anyone who would give half a mil to the Stollery was kind heart to a degree but with Misha there was always a hidden agenda and how the hell did she have a picture of me? I went to open my mouth to ask and she simply pointed to one of the many cameras in the club Damn.
By the way did I mention Misha’s a vampire? Although to get the confusing crap out of the way, there some things that should be clarified. Unlike vampires in tales of old they can’t enter your mind they can lure you with their voice if your easily seduced, inebriated or just not up to par. They don’t burn when faced with a cross or if you throw holy water on them… let me rephrase that they don’t tend to burn from holy water. There were a few cases where the vampires became possessed by demons or other unholy beings, yeah they can be possessed, this caused burning but otherwise vampires aren’t evil. They drink blood but only when they become mortally wounded, which takes a lot as their cells regenerate very, very, quickly, silver tends to disrupt the healing process for some reason. that’s why a lot of the vampire slayers carry silver stakes then again wooden ones also work well, if you break off the tip or it splinters. For some reason they don’t reject wood, a regular bullet yes, wood no. So the wound doesn’t heal and they bleed to death or have it removed. Lighting a vamp on fire definitely gets results! They’re more flammable than some of your everyday accelerants. Of course it’s mainly the younger vampires, the older vampires are in a whole different league, they tend to be more resilient. Fortunately the older vampires are more or less in Europe, Asia, and a few in the U.S. This is mainly because that’s the source of their control and well they don’t really need any laws to protect them they lived centuries protecting themselves. Misha herself was thee oldest in western Canada how old I don’t know for sure but she isn’t anywhere near fresh from the grave, since she’s always great at changing with the times you couldn’t judge her age on etiquette or fashion, other vampires, especially ones from the renaissance period would more often then not look like they were just bitch-slapped out of a three musketeers novel.
“You know what never mind, I don’t really have time for your delusions can we get on with it?” It was sort of true everything but the delusional part.
“That’s you Kye all work and no play” she replied. I rolled my eyes and noticed the Blonde drag queen staring at me hard like she was trying to figure out an impossibly hard riddle.
“Misha I think your Barbie’s broken,” my comment made the Barbie concentrate even more, I almost thought if I made another remark, her brain would explode.
“Oh that’s just Ambrosia she’s new to the Clan. Ambrosia is unfortunately reading how to books, on vampires. Which is about as helpful as a water gun in a Mexican standoff.”
When a human survived the transition to become a Vampire they belonged to a Noble house, as long as the one who made the vampire accepted him or her as its own. That’s were you learnt everything, if they received the blessing of their royal which was the head of house and by blessing I mean blood this made them stronger and gave them an innate knowledge to their powers and how to use them to an extent, I remember asking Misha why she didn’t bleed the royal of her clan dry, she explained to me that only so much power and knowledge can be absorbed from the blood.
There were four well known houses operating chapters in the world presently, the Schwartz Kruez or the black cross, they were a twisted crew and because of their control over shadows they were considered masters of illusion the more ancient ones could even trap a persons shadow, then there was there was Rozen Kruez or the rose cross that was the clan Misha belonged to, they controlled emotions and blood magick which may sound sappy but there are a lot of emotions that can get you killed quick the main offender was fear and well blood magick that was something I don’t like to talk about. Then there are the Children of the Red Lotus based out of Hong Kong not much known about them other than they control a type of magic called chi in other words they could mess up your soul, and lastly Thornehiem in Norway, these guys could use runic magick their royal could supposedly see glimpses of the future. Misha ruled Edmonton under the Rozen Kruez, if a Vampire was to come through from another clan Misha would monitor them closely until they left. That was a rare task though. The Rozen Kruez is the largest of the Noble houses, which translates loosely in stupid to don’t piss them off.
“So what brings you to my humble home Kye?” She new damn well why I was here the only person… being I trusted to make me a sword to hunt down some thing with the capabilities of rending human flesh like it was play-doh was Misha. I know why a sword. One I liked swords they were more personal. Two, a gun is really a distance weapon they aren’t efficient when you’re in clawing range
“I need a sword. I want to pack heavy but light.” In other words something that wouldn’t wear me down in five swings but had strength behind it. In regards to a gun I had the Monolith HW it was a nice .45 it would do. The damn thing could blow a three-inch hole into your average shit disturber from 50 yards away.
“Hmmm… I think I might have something in mind but darling you could’ve bought a sword anywhere why come to Misha?” She smiled she already new why, Misha learned how to make katanas two centuries ago from a master blacksmith in Japan. She surpassed her teachers skill in a decade impressive, when it came to folding the steel Misha’s vampire strength came in handy but what would you expect from a vampire that could rip a telephone pole out of the ground and beat you with it. In truth though strength and folding metal didn’t make a good katana, the right weight, distribution of the weight and pure skill that helped. So in truth maybe ten years wasn’t a short time when you had superhuman capabilities.
“Cut the small talk Misha I have to have it by tonight can you do it?” She closed her eyes. For a second I thought I offended her Misha took her art seriously.
“Simply put no, making a katana is like water smoothing a rock it takes a very long time if you want it perfect.” Shit!
“Do you have a spare one I could buy even?” She shook her head no and then she started smiling.
“Guess it’s a good thing I already made one for you.” I sighed typical Misha. She called one of the bus boygirls over to the table
“Kitty could you go retrieve the katana from the vault room our dear friend will be needing it finally.” She turned back to me. “Now where were we oh yes, what the hell are you chasing now?”
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