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(Ignore my last post lets say leon never followed or lost him) He walked over to his car and saw Alex leaning against it. Her stuff had been loaded in to the trunk and he opened her door for her and let her in. "You have everything?" He asks wanting to make sure she doesnt forget anything here. He got in and sat in the drivers seat. and made sure nick and alex has their seatbelts on before starting to drive out away from the club. They arrived at his house in about 10 minutes because of no other traffic out at the time.

Alex nodded gently" yeah Matt is going to the appartment to pick up the rest of our stuff. "she said gently. Nick held his backpack that held his meds and homework in it. his hair was a mess partly dangling in his eyes.. Alex's was long and slightly untamed but it was mostly pulled back in a pony tail at the moment. She leaned back and glanced out the window watching the view. Nick Grinned" what is your place like? "he asked excitedly. a wolvren could hear the very faint whissing in Nick's breathing a small detail of having asmha and being sick. 

Leon smiles a bit "Its a nice place. Way too big for just me to live in" He smiles and looked around as he drove. "We can get you both something good to eat once we get there after i show you both around alright?" He was at a red light for a moment before continueing on (next post in his house form ok lol

XD alright] Nick smiled and nodded gently" alright "he said gently and grinned" Alex is a good cook "he said gently. Alex smiled softly and glanced over at Leon" sounds good "She said gently. 

Lucas entered the area almost hesitantly, as if for some strange reason he did not really wish to be there, though he had to admit, he was drawn to the scene by some unknown force....well, unknown to others, though he himself was perfectly aware of the situation and just why he was here. It was why he internally shivered slightly at the thought - he didn't like the implications of this anymore than he enjoyed the idea of coming face to face with him again, but here he was, investigating, sniffing out a trail. Like some guard dog loose on a scene, if such a comparison could be made, though Lucas himself was a lot calmer and more level headed than some mutt set on a piece of property to ensure the protection of its owner's goods. No, he had come here for a reason, namely to see what his dear old dad was now up to, why he had returned to the realm of the Forbidden City in the first place. Was he here to track Lucas? The boy had begun to make quite a name for himself in certain circles, not a single one of them criminal or even political, instead focusing more on his own talents and abilities, mainly that of fighting. Lucas happened to be superb fighter - it was why he'd been able to escape the otherwise iron like clutches of his sire in the first place, and while the boy was sure his dear old parent was anything but pleased, Lucas had kept his name out of it - he didn't talk about his family to anyone, because as far as the world was concerned, Senator Cothern had no children, no offspring of which to speak. Which, as long as Lucas kept his true bloodlines in the dark, never revealed to another living soul just who was his family relation, where he held his ancestory, history, or blood ties, the elder male was safe from embarrassment, and therefore had no reason to come after Lucas, as the younger Wolven was almost always found in a public place or had kept himself well guarded, to the point that to come after him would only cause a commotion, and therefore, that dreaded word that all political masters hated: scandal. No, now that his own name was becoming known and people would take notice that he was missing, it would be too much of a risk to take Lucas now, to end him or lock him away from the light of day once again, and so, as long as he kept his mouth shut and his nose out of it, Lucas had been graciously left alone. Ha. Graciously. More like his sire had no choice and desired for there to be no connection in the first place - seeing as Lucas could no longer serve as his personal punching bag or a source to relieve some of the pent up stress the boy was sure came along with all the daily rigors of legislation, his father had opted to move on, severing any and all of the weak links he could find that connected him to his son, or to Lucas' very existence, though more than one person had noted their uncanny resemblence. But seeing as there was no proof, and neither Lucas or the senator appeared to know one another, or, rather, they each pretended the other didn't exist, at least while in public, there was no way to say either way for sure. But now....now Lucas could not ignore his father's presence, nor the scent of the other Wolven that appeared to be with him. The club's loud music pressed upon his fragile ear drums, and Lucas flattened his ears, curling a portion of his upper lip with a slight snarl, shoulders hunched and hands clenched into fists by his side. His tail was out, partially raised, warning those of both Wolven and human folk to stay away from him, warding off any and all of the young females who would have flocked over to him once they recognized his face - he wanted nothing to do with them at this point, had never really been interested in the prospect of taking a mate or dating, perhaps in part due to his past. No sense forming connections when his father might decide to rehinge on his word at any given moment, as he so obviously had here tonight by coming in force, though as of yet Lucas couldn't possibly fathom why. Why? Just why? There was no reason to come to a place like this: Lucas didn't frequent these types of scenes, finding them a bit irritating, if he were honest, and as far as he knew, his father had no connections or aquaintances within the building. He didn't know the owner, nor any of the workers...at least, not any on the dozens of lists that Lucas himself had searched through, scanning for a name, a reason for coming here the late teenager might have recognized. And that fact left him mystified; he'd watched the story on the news as they told of the bar fight and subsequent attack that had taken place on this particular little establishment, though the police were being rather tight lipped about a motive, and he'd read the newspaper article about it when it had come off the press a day later. Though surprised the club had been able to reopen on such short notice, Lucas was nonetheless more curious, intrigued, and left with an almost strange yet slight sense of uneasy forboding about the mystery attacker. So Lucas had made his way down here to see if he might be able to detail who the assailants were from the second attack - his father had a nasty habit of appearing in the middle of such messes, though the public, of course, did not know this. Usually the senior Cothern kept his nose clean by sending his minions, of which Lucas had seen quite a few lingering about the sidewalk as he had walked past, and it was then the forboding sensation in his gut had soldified. A vague tingling of instinct and suspicion had become something more, and it was at that moment that Lucas knew. He just knew that his father had returned, though the reason for the puzzling appearance at such a place still left him clueless and mystified. And then there was the scent - even through all the new layers that had been placed over those from the last two days could not completely cover the reeking musk of that man who had tormented Lucas so all those years he spent locked in dear old dad's basement: nothing could ever quite take that unique odor from his memory, and as a result, even though it was faint and fading, decaying faster and faster with each second, Lucas knew without a shadow of a doubt, without even a second's hesitation, that his father had been here. And he had not been alone. Shaking his head as if to clear it, Lucas wandered over towards the bar, though he was not yet old enough to drink, signified by the black x's on his hands - he was only eighteen in human years after all, and the legal age for alcohol consumption he believed was 21; not that he cared, Lucas had vowed never to touch the stuff, not after what he'd been through with his father. Memories that caused a couple of the scars along his back and shoulders to burn with an intense sense of hatred and pain for a moment, that searing agony resurfacing in his brain, never to be forgotten, never to be outrun, so long as that cruel husk of a hateful man lived or so long as Lucas himself breathed. He shook the insensity of the emotions off, however, knowing that they would do nothing productive for him - he had to let go to the past, as well as he could, of course, and he had to move on with his life. Easier said than done, he knew, but truly, Lucas was not a hateful person at heart, and he didn't want to carry this burden around for the vast remainder of his young life. So he let go, accepting what had happened to him and what he had been through with a resigned sigh of acceptance, plunging on with life and going through each day as if it may have been his last, molding himself into the kind of person he, Lucas, wanted to be, and not the shell of a creature his father had tried to make him. He just had to first find out what had happened and why the old man was here. A task that Lucas himself figured would be no easy feat, and not just because the bar tender seemed like he was unwilling to talk about the past events, or to readily hand out such sensitive information to complete and total strangers. Still, he had to try. "Excuse me," Lucas spoke, his voice a soft baritone, not at all like the harsh and imposing vocal cords of his father, or sounding anything like the people around him thought he should be. No, instead it was a quiet voice, a sensative voice, gentle and understanding, with a note that sounded as if it might have once belonged to a young child while at the same time seeming to match exquisitely with the mature appearance of the young adult standing before the balding man serving drinks as he always did on Alex's days off, the dark and suspcisious eyes quick to take in the clean, though somewhat punk like appearance of the younger male, as Lucas knew he did not look like the average Wolven. Indeed, he didn't even really look like an average person - he was tall, taller than most, coming in at around six feet, perhaps a little below when he was barefoot, though the heels in his boots served to lift him up an inch or two higher. Around five eleven, then. His hair, thick as it was, framed a sensitive, superbly shaped face mirrored by a pale complexion, the eyes were dark pools of charcoal black, warm and loving when they were supposed to be, but just as icy and dark as the abyss itself when Lucas was angered. The locks themselves were a light, almost off tone of blue, with hints and flecks of another color that suggested it was not one true tone, but rather, that it was mixed, and the clothing he wore was that of a person who wished to set a striking figure, though Lucas himself was not dressed it impress or impose. He loomed over some of the shorter folk without realizing it, never meaning to come off as cruel or threatening, as evidenced by the soft lines of a sensitive mouth, accented by a stubborn chin, the ears atop his head matched his hair color almost to perfection, while his tail...well, his tail didn't really match anything about him, really. It was a lemur stripe pattern of a dark brown and white, mirroring that of his father's, and while his features appeared similar to those of his sometimes famous sire at a distance, up close, one could tell that they were intimately different. An ear flicked and he glanced around with a tension bunching the broad, muscular structure of his shoulders as a crash sounded somewhere within the back - Lucas hadn't expected the noise, and for a moment, he had been afraid that he had found him, that this had all been some sort of intricate set up. But it was only a cock tail waitress dropping a tray, spilling a few drinks on herself and sending the rest crashing to the floor in a shattering heap, causing the Wolven male to wince with the sheer volume of her chaotic mess. Releasing a soft sigh of relief, Lucas turned to help her, dropping into a crouch to carefully pick up the rather sharp instruments of glass by hand, his larger limbs protected in part by fingerless gloves, bandages born of a soft white stretching around each digit and back along his wrists, revealing his battle like tendencies - a fighter then. That done, a gentle, "You're welcome," murmured in reply to the waitress grateful thank you, Lucas returned to the bar, taking a seat where he previously had stood upon a stool, watching the bar tender as the male watched him, reiteriating further, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for some information....It's about what happened last night."

A mid 40s man walked out into the bar area. he wore a nice suit that revealed his status as the owner to others. He walked down to the bar where Lucas sat down. he saw the cocktail waitress drop the tray and paused for a moment to ask if she was ok. He then let her be after getting the answer, he wasn't like many club owners. he was super nice and often let some of them stay here if their shift ended late and they were too tired to drive home. He even let some live here if they needed a place to live until they could afford a place of their own. He walked behind the bar and glanced over to Lucas hearing the question. He walked over to him" you here to speak of what happned last night Lucas? "he asked smoothly. He knew Lucas's name because he followed the boxing channel and in fact that was what was on tv... There was one showing Lucas's last match and the next was showing Alex's last match. Though they continued to call her by her full name. The news reporter laughed" yeah I don't know what Alexandra's motivation is but She's nearly unstobbable. She can get go and fight for the champianship if she wants" one said. The other nodded" yeah but For some reason she wishes to stay close to home... If we can ever nail a interview with her we should ask her why " the other side. It showed a picture of Alex standing and wrapping her wirsts and hands as she got ready for a match. The bar tender glanced up at the tv" Will they ever get that right and it's none of their d**m business why she doesn't travel to the big matches "he grumbled sounding protective of the girl. he turned his  attention back to Lucas" want to come up with me to the VIP lounge? "he asked smoothly.

Lucas' ears perked up and swiveled forward with interest as he witnessed the well dressed man making an entrance, though he was a bit surprised that the elder male knew his name until the boy happened to glance at the t.v. screen and witness the channel that just so happened to be playing. So they were back on his and Alex's last matches, huh? Typical. While Lucas needed the minor fame to keep himself alive and safe from dear old dad's clutches, he found he wasn't entirely controlling or fanatical about that kind of attention. It was nice, not having to tell people his name or go through the rigmorore about not having a last - or at least, not having a last name he could freely speak of, even though he had one - but it didn't mean he was full of himself or a pompous windbag who bragged about his own traits and features, either. Surprisingly, his sensitive face was free of bruises and cuts, though by the footage they were showing, he should have had plenty of them - he'd very nearly had his tail handed to him until making a comeback in the last few rounds, the most gruesome of which where he'd finally managed to both turn the tables on and defeat his opponent. A soft smile, a bit sheepish at having been caught asking such personal questions by the owner, and a bit timid to reveal his sweeter, shyer side, one he normally tried to keep hidden from the world and failed (it was what women usually found most attractive about him, not that Lucas himself would have known that, not having been one with a large ego) gracing his features and lighting up the tender face, a mien that looked far too young to be found around the likes of here. "Yes, sir. I do not mean to pry, but...," he bit his lip as he glanced away, one nail tapping idly against the table as he thought, wondering just how much he should tell this man; Lucas felt he could more than trust him. After all, he had a kindly face, and exuded the aura of a male who cared about not only his business, but his employees as well. It wasn't safe or smart to reveal too much here, though, Lucas knew - prying eyes could be watching, unwelcome ears could be listening, and it would be made all to easy by a Wolven spy's keen hearing with which to report back to Senator Cothern should Lucas be discovered by one of his numerous minions lurking about or asking around. It was playing fire just being here, really, Lucas knew, but it was a risk he was wiling to take. "Well, it's kinda important," he finished, looking back up to meet his elder's firm gaze with the warming twinkle of the black depths that were his own orbs of sight, so unlike his younger sister's, a sibling of which he wasn't even aware. Though his clothing suggest fighter, what with the jeans, boots, black tank top overlaid by a thick coat with fur around it's hood, Lucas spoke not at all like a street thug or your average punk. His words were soft, that same warm baritone of gentleness, and astonishingly educated. Well enunciated and pronounced, as well as adequate and proper grammar employed and used. An oddity, for a kid who claimed to have grown up around here, but then, Lucas was an oddity whereever he went, and he supposed nothing was ever going to change that. It was alright - he didn't really mind. So long as he could make a difference and bring hope to some unfortunate lives, kids who may have grown up in situations similar to his own, he was happy, and felt as if he might have actually accomplished something with his meager presence, the short gesture that had been his life. Though he made a good income with his fighting, and could more than likely afford some of those fancier, nicer homes that many celebrities had built and crafted with their hard earned funds, Lucas lived a rather simple life. His apartment was a plain one, not too big, not too small. His clothing was average, rarely, if ever, did he adorn designer or name brand garments, he was just find with second hand, thanks. His hair was kept clean and neat, as was his own personal hygiene, and his place kept in good repair. He was kind, he was polite, and he was respectful. He was a good sport, and offered a pinnacle of strength and unrivaled display in showmanship when in the ring, and the majority of his money? The vast income that was made during the height of the season and the peak of his fights? Most of it went to charity. In fact, eighty percent of it did, mainly those organizations who focused on providing better lives for the citizens here, and it was a goal that Lucas himself was committed too - when not training, preparing for a match, or on the road, Lucas was often found in the community helping out where he could and traveling around to where he was most needed. He'd even visited a few hospitals with terminally ill children to fulfill some of their last and dying wishes, then helped when they had finally passed to pay the massive debts and bills left upon their families. He almost never kept a penny for himself. Many could not fathom why, or could even begin to understand his reasons, but Lucas didn't care. It was what he did, and what he was going to continue to do, something he'd made clear even in the face of all the naysayers, all the people who could otherwise be called negative Nancies. So he was not surprised by the bar tender's ample protectiveness over Alex, nor did he question it - wasn't really his business anyway. He let the matter graciously drop, then stood when the owner returned his attention to him, nodding quietly in response to the question, then gesturing for the elder male to lead the way, as was the custom Lucas himself was used to. Elders first, as they were to always be respected, forever honored, and ultimately cherished, for they had not gotten to where they were without pain or without struggle, and had their own stories to tell, had their own wisdom to share. Wisdom that Lucas was desperately in need of right now, as he was reminded of when he felt the prickle along the back of his neck, his tail stiffening by his flanks as he tucked his hands into his pockets by his sides, feeling a certain tightness along his shoulders. A sign that normally meant he was being watched. He gave no sign or indication of such though, and maintained his compsure as he trailed after the man, adjusting his step so that he slowed behind him, and would have no risk or chance of stepping upon or tripping over his own feet, as there were rare instances in which Lucas could be rather....what's the word? Ah, yes. Clumsy.

The owner nodded smoothly and walked up the stairs. he flickened his hand and the lights flickered in the hall. there was a shadow behind them but soon it seemed like a field was following them and a illusion of the two of them walking the same way but soon entered another room about the same time He opened up a door to one of the VIP Lounges. He held it open for the young man" that was some fight you had in that last match Lucas. a friend of mine's younger brother watched it with us and He was cheering for you so much that he was standing up following your every punch "he said softly. He was keeping the topic light until they were inside. He knew to be careful and had heard Alex had mentioned that the guy that threw her and Matt might return so he is being careful with anyone who is asking questions about the fight. 

Lucas blinked, noting the abrupt change in aura, though he said nothing, merely dipping his head in acknowledgement to the compliment, murmuring a soft, "Thank you," in return to both the open door and the kind words, though he was fully aware that the ownere was keeping conversation light until they were behind closed doors. He hadn't figured that the man would be this cautious, but considering the wreck the bar had been put through, and the sheer amount of threat that this man had seemed to impose, Lucas wasn't surprised. And considering his father was involved, he couldn't really blame the other male for being so careful, or for the vague inflection of suspicion in his tone and eyes, try as he might to hid it, Lucas was, after all, a Wolven, and could both read and interpret body language with a precision and skill to some faint degree. "I'm honored to be so popular with the youth, and glad I could give your friend's brother a worthy show." He stepped easily into the room before turning to face the owner, unsure of where to sit, and so merely awaiting for further directions, leaving control in the elder man's hands, giving him say as to where they went, what they spoke of, and how they went about it. The last thing Lucas wished to do was make the man feel threatened, or for his own mysterious presence and actions to be misinterpreted. He was merely here for information, nothing more, nothing less. He would be careful how he obtained it, however, he knew - he couldn't risk revealing his relation to the assailant, nor could he take the chance of such sensitive news getting out. Still, one could tell the entire ordeal troubled the young boxer, as it was written all over his own sensitive young face, not even the off tone blue locks of his strangely hued hair could hide that, and the dog tag that lurked about his neck and drifted down against his muscular chest flickered in the soft lamplight, his stance apparently at ease and steady, his breathing calm, even, eyes gentle and understanding in the flickering essence of the moonlight. He held his peace, however, waiting for the go ahead to speak freely, or the signal which meant that there was no danger of being overheard, no chance of eavesdropping. No risk of magnitude or of drastic sorts.

He stepped inside and chuckled" well you sure did give him quiet a show "he said as he closed the door. He waved his hand as a small purple like barrior appeared to seal the door with the illison of silence. He turned and looked back at him" please take a seat anywhere you like "he said softly as he moved to one of the chairs before sitting down" Any reason as to why your interested in what happened last night? Or is it because a fellow Boxer was involved in both fights? "he asked.

Lucas' movements were fluid and easy, the result of the deadly combination that was his Wolven heritage and the training that had made him a rather superb boxer, enabling him to make his way to take a seat upon a small, wooden chair beside the smaller version of a kitchen table with little to no trouble, for once hiding the clumsy nature that was ever apparent, just lurking underneath. The strong limbs that comprised his hands were gloved and bandaged, revealing he was always ready for a fight, or at least, perpetually prepared to train, and the soft locks of his off tone hair drifted slowly down into the sensitive features that comprised his face, dark eyes gleaming like the darkest of embers within a dying flame, perhaps going out, but not quite ready to give up the lease of life just yet. It was a trait that endeared him to his fans and friends, made him the bane of the very existence to his opponents and enemies, for no matter what, despite how bleak the outlook may have been, or how tarnished it appeared the match had become, no matter how likely it looked as if he might lose, Lucas never quit. He never gave up. He was determined, he was steadfast and strong in his beliefs, displaying a conviction that many in these days and times lacked, a proud nature that refused to be tamed or quelled, that resisted the demand that he just "lie down and die" as the term might be implied. Though of course, the ones he fought in the ring would have simply preferred him to just give up or forefeit the match, rather than continuing to pound the snot out of him, or vice versa, for though he was not a champion, and though he was not the best boxer out there, he was no stick in the mud, and he wasn't a slouch either. He was swift, he was quick, and sometimes - most of the time, if one were going by the amount of ages he spent in the ring - he was downright dangerous. But always in control: he'd never lost that instinct to reign in his abilities, or to take it easy when he was facing human foes - a rare occurrence, as the majority of the people wanted to keep the separate races just that - separate, but Lucas was always a fair sport, and had never once let a bad sportsman get him down. He merely took the high road and refused to belittle himself or bring his own stature down to lesser standards, preferring to respect other people and life, himself. Still, that didn't excuse his sudden intrusion here, and he inwardly winced, knowing that he most likely shouldn't be involved, but equally aware of the fact that it could not be helped. If his father were involved, Lucas had no choice. He had to find out just what his sire were up to, and who else belonged to that strange scent. One smelled eeriely familiar; too much like his own and that of dear old dad's, but different too....female? It couldn't be, Lucas thought, his mother had left long ago, and as far as he knew, Senator Cothern had not been after his old wife since the day he had signed the papers and she had left. Besides, this scent was different than the one that belonged to his mother, though vaguely similar too. In fact, come to think of it, it was like both of his parents and his own...No. It couldn't be. But it was. His eyes widened slightly, almost imperceptibly, at the fact, and while he normally would have been paying absolute attention to the club owner, as the other male was his elder and the patron of this fine establishment, let alone kind enough to take him on up here as a guest, Lucas found he was now struggling to pay attention to the man himself and what it was he said. He caught something about taking a seat anywhere he liked, and seeing as Lucas had already done so, he'd merely nodded and proceeded to the place where he now perched, forcing his gaze back upon the man instead of the surroundings, adjusting his mind as he would for a fight, focusing on the problem at hand. He could ponder the possibility of a sister later, as he knew deep down it was a sister, the scent, after all, was female, and back upon what his host was saying. Lucas offered a slight smile as the man further complimented upon what a show it had been, graciously dipping his head in response as he clasped his hands together in front of him, ear flicking as he took in the room. Just because he was startled - quite frankly, that was putting it rather lightly, he was more along the lines of astounded - didn't mean he should ignore his gut instinct or disregard any and all else. He had come here for a reason, after all, might as well drink in and absorp as much information as he possibly could before all was said and done, worst came to worst, or he was kicked out, caught, or arrested. For each as a distinct possibility, should the club owner not like his answers, or disagree with what it was that Lucas had to say. The quarters he'd been presented with consisted of a nice place,  with a queen bed, new sheets and comforter set all made of the finest material, and elaborately decorated walls, each lavishly furnished with what appeared to be tasteful yet expensive furniture, though to Lucas' eye, he could spot the tell tale signs that it was of a cheaper label. No problem, it revealed that Richard, for he believed that was the owner's name, was a kind and fair manager who wasn't afraid to impress his guests and show his employees kindness, but wasn't so overly pompous or concerned with money that he blew it on things that he could easily have found of better quality in more bargain healthy brands. The paint was a warm color, the varying hues and tones saturated in the soft light of the flickering lamp, whose faint though brilliant light cast flickering shadows swaying in a rather macabre dance about and around the corners, as if hiding the potential enemies that might have lurked there, that might have lingered in the concealing parchment that was the epitome of shadows. Dragging his gaze back to Richard, Lucas replied softly after a pause lasting only a few heartbeats, "It's a bit complicated. Being that it was fellow boxer is one of the reasons, but I'm afraid there's more to it than that. I just can't tell you all of it - I'm sorry. I wish I could, but to do so would place you in even graver danger. Please, trust me, though I know you've no reason to, and trust that I'll do the right thing. If my suspicions are confirmed, I'll do the right thing." He looked away at that last part, his knuckles going white as he squeezed his hands together ever so slightly, taking a small, almost inaudible, breath, hiding the slight shudder that ran through his body at the thoughts lingering within the startlingly intelligent presence that was his mind, wondering how Richard would react to this, how he would respond - it was a lot to ask, Lucas knew, and he hated to do so at a time when mistrust was evident and suspicions high, maddening psychopaths everywhere. But fate had left him no choice, and the circumstances he now found himself in left little, if any, room for error, and almost certainly no opportunity, no chance, at a second go, should he fail in the first.

Richard looked at him and nodded slowly understanding" I understand... but just so you know... everyone here can carry and we've dealt with Wolven before. Dealt with Vampires before. if you want a lead to tell you want happened in the room... find Alex She can give you details... from what I heard... the guy that kinda lead the second attack kinda fancied her and said he'd be back to get her "he said calmly as he pulled up some video screens" Alex and Nick found a girl wolven who seemed to be in need of some help... well more like she found Nick and saved his life after he ran away and had azama attack in the middle of the street. That girl took off running when the second attackers showed up... they knocked Alex and another guy out by throwing them into the wall and went after her "he said smoothly" but she isn't alone I don't think... another wolven showed up who was in the first fight went to help her. "he said softly. " I can give you her number if you like "he said gently. He pulled up the camera of the hall. so he could see some of what happened but it was very bad image that cut out after the guy used his telakneses to throw Alex and Matt. 

Lucas looked back up at this, blinking at the subtle and well veiled, though not completely hidden, threat, nodding in complete comprehension as he stood and then moved over to view the footage that the man produced, murmuring, "I understand, of course." There was also the fact that it meant they could adequately protect themselves, but still, he figured it best not to play with fire, or to endanger them more than they already were just by association with both his unknown sibling and himself. He suppressed a shudder when Richard detailed how his father had fancied Alex, knowing that nothing good could come of it - his father had never prodcued anything productive or even remotely responsible in his life, nor had any of his interests ever been invested in an individual for a good reason. If he were intrigued by Alex...well, then, chances were it wasn't going to end well if he wound up with his hands on her. And then the girl Wolven, a mysterious new player by her side, puzzled him, but he could guess easily enough that, judging by the scent she'd left behind, his father was mainly after her for more....familial reasons. Why the senior Cothern had decided to bring along a friend and not left this entire task to his minions, Lucas knew not, he just knew that this girl, this blue haired little she-wolf, as he did not need the security footage to tell him that her hair would be such a color - that hue in particular was a Cothern trait - was at the center of it, and now, by fate or chance, Alex had been sucked up in it too. As had the mysterious male who tore off after Leah as she raced and tumbled down the steps, though there was nothing Lucas could do about the pair now, he didn't even know where to look. Or where either of them might have headed. He figured that the girl in the footage was too crafty to be caught, even as exhausted as she seemed to be, and the man tailing after her would keep her out of harm; besides, he'd caught glimpses of some minions here and there, lurking and lingering about the premises. That meant his father wasn't done with the place yet, and judging by the sheer amount of muscle he'd shown in such force, it told the younger boxer his sire hadn't caught up to the sister Lucas hadn't known he had. The face of the attacker was all to familiar...it was a face that Lucas has seen day in and day out for all of his young life, a great deal of years, and it was a vision that brought forth the most painful of memories...terrible atrocities that had been done to him countless times when he was nothing but a mere child, and he could suppress the shiver that rose through his body and chilled his veins this time. His reaction to the sight of the telekinetic wave thrusting Alex and Matt into the walls cinched it, and Richard could tell by the deer stricken look upon his sensitive face and the apprehensive worry in his dark eyes that Lucas knew exactly who he was, or at least, who one of them was. He hadn't made it as far as the second assailant yet, dark hued orbs riveted upon that lean but aging figure of the demon who haunted his most tormented of nightmares, who walked in the darkest of his dreams, lurked and lingered in each and every shadow, seeming to leap out of every corner of an oppressive room. Lucas swallowed, not realizing his ears had flattened or his hands had clenched, and stepped back, dipping his head in a show of respect to Richard as he murmured, "Thank you. I should be going now so I do not trouble you further, but before I do, I've one last request: Do you happen to know where Alex is? It's been made abundantly clear that it is now imperative I speak with her." He looked back up at Richard then, the young male whom the club owner knew nothing about, other than his spectacular boxing career and Nick's fanship of him, who had come here out of nowhere after an assault on some of his best people and after a rather shady business had descened upon his otherwise pristine establishment, each of those ticks marking him as an untrustworthy or perhaps shady person himself, especially given his reaction to that footage, was now asking an even larger favor, one that most people, especially the establishment's owner, was not sure he could give, not under the circumstances. Seeing how protective he was over his employees, particularly Alex and her younger brother, it would be hard to trust Lucas, to believe that he did not truly have anyting foul to do with this, that, like them, he was only trying to find answers and put the pieces together, to protect those around him and to ensure the safety of his beloved town and an end put to his father's long list of atrocities. Yet, there was something about him. Whether it was that quiet sincerity, or perhaps that sweet air about him, or the sense that he really was just out for the good of the people around him, something, some flicker in the dark hues of orbs that were his eyes told Richard that the elder man could trust him, that the aging member of human society had nothing to fear, not from this one. Not yet, anyway.

Richard showed him the video and winced when Alex was thrown. He saw how Lucas reacted to seeing this and blinked. he figured they had a history" you know one of them don't you?....... I know Matt went to get some of her things... you could properly find him at her old apartment "he said gently handing him a card with both her address and phone number" if  you miss matt just give her a call... and if you need anything... just call me... "he said softly." your welcome back here anytime.. if security ever gives you trouble just show them this card "he said handing him a card that would give him pass to come up here" and they'll let you through "he said softly. 

Richard nodded slowly" alright will do... and don't worry We can handle ourselves if that guy shows up again... I'm sure we can put up a good fight...besides that Alex is living with a cop now "he said and smiled. " when push comes to shove we're all fighters Alex is kind the only one that works here that makes a living fighting "he said gently." I hope things work out for you"

Richard was helping his employees handle the bar of the club as he did when they were short handed. Alex hadn't came back but he was ok she had been working her butt of recently anyways and besides that she had a lot on her plate. He sighed and brushed his hair back. he would talk with the guys and made sure that the guys were respecting the women here. 

A frail young adult made her way into the club unnoticed, being so skinny it wasn't so hard to just overlook her like a ghost. It surprised her sometimes, maybe she was a ghost? The thought made her shake her head and laugh slightly. Atleast she still had some happiness left in the broken body of hers. "A shot of whisky please.." A small voice came from the tiny girl, and a $5 being held by the hand it belonged to. Her timid body language not only hinted she was under age, but something had to be wrong. "I almost feel sorry for you kid.." The man behind the bar said, making up a shot. His beard reached his collarbones, which was shielded by his beef-cake figure. His slender maw that he spoke from also hid pearly fangs, which would only be revealed when threats would come. He took the 5 and slid her the drink, "Don't tell anyone alright?" The pink haired beauty nodded her thanks and promise before taking a shot. The gasoline like burn raided her mouth and chest, which made her softly place her hand over her breasts. "God." The man chuckled, "You'll get used to it.. Why are you here?" The man was bored, bartending was a social job, and the girl was giving him nothing. 

Richard glanced over to see the girl and frowned seeing what condition she was in. even though he ran a club he was a man of moral code and if someone needed help he would give it to them. He slowly walked up to them slowly. He was dressed in a well off suit showing that he was indeed the owner of the club and was in his mid 40s. He had a sweet and plesent smile as he approached them. He didn't seem made that his employee just sneaked a minor a drink. 

The man who was almost middle aged scared Evelyn. The glass she was holding was quickly passed to the bartender then she hid her hands. "I'm being good. I promise." She said, keeping her head down and away from eye contact. It was obvious that this man was wealthy, but why was a rich man smiling so warmly? What sick plans did this guy have? She gulped in fear, was the tales her mother true? That there are truly dangerous people that will take advantage of you? Quiet. Her blue eyes looked up to the man, immediately catching his intentions and calming down.. "He's not in trouble is he?" The bartender looked to the girl then his boss with caught-in-the-headlights orbs. "Yeah boss, am I in trouble?"