This? This was the place?
Sly's head titled ever so slightly as he eyed the exterior of the Club within the west. In the bright lights of day that famous 'Syn' nightclub hardly looked quite like it had in those photographs he'd googled. Then again, those had all been taken at night when the establishment was no doubt far more lively and, well, awake then it was now. Sly shut off the engine of that van only to swing from the driver's seat and make his way around to the side door. It hardly took long for the blond warlock to sort through his collection of baseball caps to find the one he required for this job. That navy cap proudly displayed the name of the air conditioning company he'd managed to get part time work with a few days a week. Sly reached for that tool kit in turn before kicking the van door closed with his foot and heading towards the front door of that nightclub. His hand lifted, forming a fist before his knuckles wrapped agianst that heavy steel door. Jesus, what were they trying to keep out? The sound of his knock seemed to echo into the empty space beyond. Was anyone even here? He knew the place was vampire run and owned and yet surely they had someone, well, living to look after the place in the day right?
"Hello? I'm with Arctic Air Con, you phoned to have someone come out and fix your system today? Anyone there?"
Great. Nothing. Sly's could hardly help the sigh that fell from his lips. A groan of sorts intermingled with the sound. He'd driven all the way out here for nothing. His boss was going to be pissed. Sly reached into his back pocket then for that company business card,the warlock having every intention of leaving it within the door to at least prove he had been here when he said he would- only for the sudden sound of 'meow' to attract his attention. The warlock's blue gaze glanced doward to eye the large, ginger cat that had appeared at his feet only to brush almost affectionately against his legs before abruptly sitting beside him- only to stare at the door expectantly in turn.
"You're out of luck, Red. I can't open the door either. I-"
The sudden sound of something 'beeping' prompted the man's words to halt. The cat's leather collar so abruptly flashing before the heavy door suddenly slid open only for the feline to dash inside.
"Well that's high tech. Alright then. Hello!"
Sly paused at that doorway once more only to shout into the darkness beyond. Maybe they had forgotten he was coming today? Even in the dim light of that room beyond he could see the air conditioning unit. Maybe he could fix it, leave the bill and just go? The sound of that door closing saw the warlock make up his mind as he hurriedly stepped inside only for the door to close behind him before that electronic lock slid into place once more. It was bloody dark in here. Sly's blue gaze took several moments to adjust to the gloom within before being able to make out several tables and stacked chairs. A stage, a bar, stairs that seemed to lead upward to another level and sweeping dance floor. Even in the half light that place looked fancy. The warlock moved near tentatively across the floor in an effort to prevent himself tripping over something he couldn't say. The air conditioning unit on the wall had been conveniently left open with the lid removed and resting on one of the tables beside it, along with the remote. Maybe they had been expecting him after all. Sly lifted that tool kit up to rest on the table beside the air conditioning lid, a slip of paper stuck to the remote at last catching his eye as he glanced toward it. Whoever had written that note had impressively neat writing. Even if the note consisted of only two words. 'Fix it'.
That singular word was muttered more to himself as he folded that note up to slip into his back pocket before reaching for his phone. Any source of light, it seemed, was going to have to be provided by himself. His phone torch, thankfully, offered enough light to work by as he shone that beam into the wiring. The air filter was blocked, for a start. The supply lines to the fan also looked as if they needed replacing. Where was the circuit breaker in this place? Working with those electrical wires without the power being shut off completely was a damn good way to get himself electrocuted. His Nan would never forgive him for that. Another lengthy groan managed to work its way from the warlock's lips as he turned to examine that room again. There had to be a power box somewhere. Outside maybe? Or in the basement? That note hadn't exactly been specific on where anything was. With that phone still held within his hand, offering that beam of light, Sly moved to head toward the bar- only to peer behind it. Nothing but glasses and liquor. The walls looked equally free of any kind of electrics. It had to be in the basement then. One of these doors had to lead down right? Sly's sneakers scuffed agianst the ground as he made his way towards the nearest door, only for that handle to fail to press downward. Locked. The next door was equally as unwilling to open. Maybe he needed that cat again. Sly wandered around toward that stage and the door behind it. Damn but that was an impressive stage. What he wouldn't give to get a show on that. Those considerations of magic, for now, were pushed from his mind as his hand reached for the door handle of that third door- only to feel it turn within his grasp. Finally. The long, dark corridor on the other side however was nothing short of...unappealing.
Sly's feet paused at the entranceway, one hand lifted to run through his blond locks in that subtle display...anxiety. This hardly seemed like a good idea and yet he wasn't trespassing. The owners had asked him to come here. Sly's head shook ever so softly, the warlock quick to push down that almost instinctive wariness before striding int that dark corridor. The place was like a fucking maze back here. The very logic that basements were normally down prompted the warlock to simply keep going down any set of stairs he found. His shoes seemed almost overly loud in that otherwise silent space and yet vampires slept during the day. This was hardly abnormal. Even if he didn't exactly feel...confident in his own assessments. Finally, it seemed as if he'd managed to reach the bottom floor and yet there was nothing but doors down here too. The majority of them appeared like that front door. Locked by an electronic bolt. Hmm. Maybe he should have brought that cat to wave around. The sudden sound of another set of shoes prompted a near instant relief in the warlock as the largest of those doors abruptly guarded open- only for what Sly was entirely sure was some sort of living version of Slenderman to walk through. Jesus fucking christ.
The tall, stick-like vampire seemed to pause. Both men, for several moments, merely inclined to stare at one another before the vampire pale, papery lips pulled into a grin. The very kind that showed every one of his teeth. Have you come to see my Pretties?"
"Your...what? No, I don't want to see the er...pretties. I'm looking for the power box."
The vampire seemed almost baffled. Whether or not he had failed to understand the power box or Sly's apparent unwillingness to look at whatever the hell a Pretty was, the warlock had no idea.
"It will be on the wall, it's about this big, it has a lot of wires in it. I need to turn the power off so i can fix the air conditioning. I'm from Arctic Air. You or whoever owns this place called my company yesterday?."
The near skeletal vampire simply continued to stare. He was pale even for a vampire. Sly truly beginning to notice just how almost...spider-like the man appeared. Along with being apparently unaffected by the sun that shone outside. Weren't vampires supposed to be sleepy during the day? Then again, this one looked like he'd never slept a day in his life.
Does Mistress know you're here?
"I spoke to a guy on the phone. He had a really strong accent."
He'd sounded like a drunk John Wayne but that seemed beside the point. The vampires eyes seemed to narrow suddenly, a soft hiss drawn from his lips
"I do not....like that one. He wants to take my pretties from me. I know it. Did he tell you that?
"Mate, look, I just want to fix the air conditioning okay? I don't know anything about Pretties, I'm not here to take anything. Is there anyone else here?"
They are all sleeping. Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. I do not need sleep. No.
"Yeah, I'm beginning to see that."
Come with me, come. I will show you the.....power box. It is in here. The Pretties like the smell of you.
Sly's features so readily formed a frown as the spider-like vampire moved to gesture toward the door he had come out of moments ago. Were those...cages down there? What was that smell?
"Why don't you go first, I'll follow you."
The vampire being in front of him rather than behind seemed more sensible somehow. Sly's moved to follow the vampire down and into what he damn well hoped was the basement.