Orion
Orion strode through the dimly lit clubs on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. He walked with grace, slipping through th shadows, but catching the eye of those he wanted to be noticed by. Though he was less than a year old, he appeared to be a teenager, and one that oozed sex from every pore.
Orion grinned as he looked around, his fangs glinting under the black lights. This town was intoxicating. Sex and blood and alcohol and magic slipped through every crack, covering every inch of the city. Androgynous boys and girls dancing all through the night. Children idolizing vampires, vampires blending in as human.
He'd separated from his sister and brothers almost happily. They loved each other, but sometimes they all got on each others nerves. The heavy beat pulsated through the club as that cat godling grinded against others who were way to young to be allowed in this club. He pulled the girl's slight frame against him, wrapping his arms around her as another boy did the same to him from behind. The three were close to having sex right there on the dancefloor before the other boy spoke up.
"I have a room upstairs," he whispered in Orion's ear, and the three androdynous youths slipped into the shadows.