Now that the Sin Bin was officially open, it had the reputation of attracting quite the colorful crowd from all over Hemlock. While it was a vampire establishment, known only to Kin, that didn't mean there weren't others that were drawn to the lights, music, and delicious band members that frequented the site. In fact, among the heavy beats, and flashing lights, there was an imposter among the Kindred....
His mortal guise could change at will, but for the Sin Bin, Oberon preferred to take the shape of a fair faced vampire. His hair was a shock of color, that seemed to glitter in the right light, and his eyes glowed with some strange ethereal light ... but all could be passed off as simply tricks or magic. He was, of course tall and thin, and he seemed to drift through the crowds -- but generally speaking, he dimmed his magnificence enough to fit in with the mortals. He was nothing more than attractive club-goer, and attractive vampires were a dime a dozen. In fact, it was the plethora of handsome male bloodlings that had drawn him, and was the entire reason the Faerie God had taken such a simple shape, What a fine trick to play among the vampires -- to dance among and with them, and play pretend.
They were none the wiser, and that was just fine for Oberon. Sometimes he even got to see the band, the Graverobbers, and that was always a delight. Their rainbow colors, their music, well... he could have mortal tastes too, see? So he fawned over them like any other groupie, and enjoyed his trickery.
It was a fun change, at any rate... and lucky for them, it was harmless mischief. He wasn't going to cross Grendel, god of vampires, especially at one of their little sanctuaries. No, he was simply here for a good time, to flirt a little (or a lot), and to listen to all the gossip the club could provide.
It was this night in particular though, that someone caught his eye. It was the first time he'd been to the club in some time, so the presence of the resident Sheriff hadn't been noted by Oberon. Drink in and, his dual-colored eyes fell upon a vampire that wasn't just good looking, but was brilliantly good looking. There was something odd about the vampire, and for a Faerie god, he could recognize that look.
Who was he? And why did he have the ethereal glow of a faerie?
His eyes burned into Micky, and he took a long, slow sip of his drink. Well, this required further investigation, so it was, Oberon slipped off his stool and made his way through the crowd, over to where Micky was stationed. "Hello there," he spoke upon approach, not at all shy or coy. "Haven't seen your face around here, stranger." That was a safe greeting... see? He was so good at fitting in. So very, very good.