Rafe chuckled and shook his head. "Keep the money. My gift. You're kin, so don't worry about paying it back. If you want to stick with me and treat me like a pack, then we might as well act like one and share what we have." He smiled and her looked at her showing off her clothes. A playful smirk came over his face. "I don't know, I kind of like women in male clothing. Something about strong women that just makes them sexy..." He had a hearty laugh at that and playfully reached over and ruffled her hair. "You look fine, don't worry about it." He smiled and led her back to his car. "I'll drop you off at your place after we see Vee. I just like to keep up with my contacts once and a while, if you only drop by when you're in trouble, they look at you like you ARE the trouble."
Rafe drove calm and casually, matching his demeanor. He didn't rush or feel the need to speed, but he didn't feel the need to go faster when someone was behind him either or let himself be cut off. He was constant, defensive, and unassailable. Driving up to the club, his jaw and hands clenched, not noticeably, but it happened. Vee was a good friend and a deeply sensual, sexual being. Their relationship was ill-defined, he wasn't even sure if she was just a friend. But he was uncomfortable around vampires, they had strange powers of the mind and the way they fed was both alluring and disgusting to him. Still, he wasn't going to turn his back on her. Rafe climbed out and started for the door. The sun was still high in the sky, so any vampires would either be inside or taking precaution. The part about them being vulnerable to the sun wasn't fiction. But for no reason, his movement slowed. His eyes twitched and looked left and right, little movements of his head. That's when Vivian smelled it as well. People. Not just the ordinary mish-mash of riff-raff in the city. Adrenaline. Fear. Anger. Deadly intent in the air. Rafe's movements and his own scent were filled with alarm. Something was wrong. More smells. Strong ones. White oak. Explosives. Machine oil. Gunpowder. And something sharp that stung her nostrils. Something that made her ancient instincts scream in alarm. The ancient enemy, Silver.
Rafe started stepping faster, moving at a half-skip, two steps at a time. He then moved to a half-run to an emergency fire ladder on the back of the building an started climbing. "Hunters, they've found Vee." His voice was filled with fear, worry, concern, and hate. He moved up the ladder as fast as he could manage, running at full speed along the top of the building towards the emergency exit and then his speed vanished into a quiet little creep inside. They were in a backstage maintenance area. It was dark except for a few emergency lights. Rafe crouched low and stripped off his tie, dress coat, and button up shirt, then his fine leather shoes and socks, before switching to his near-human form. His pants were baggy enough to allow the change as he crept forward out into the club's main area, but they were high above it. It was almost pitch black and dead quiet, as Rafe crept along the gantries above the club where the lighting was. Yes, people were here, people with murderous intent.