Nightclubs, the strip, bars, flashing lights and booze, it all goes together so well. The dead of night and yet the city would be more alive than anytime during the day. Problem with that was, while people obliviously pounded back poison and saw complete strangers as new best friends, other, more dangerous individuals saw this surge of activity as the perfect opportunity to indulge their more primal desires, or in the case of the most dangerous, their only desire, the hunt.
Which was why a young girl no older than sixteen flashed a fake id and a dazzling smile to the men at the door and walked right in, beautiful and perfect, despite the torrential downpour just outside. Where she went, people noticed, and why shouldn’t they? She was easily the most attractive girl in the club, and it wasn’t long before she was assailed by men interested in buying her drinks and trying their luck, desperate for her company tonight. However, all it took was a smile and a flash of her eyes, and those same men suddenly found that everything in them screamed danger, screamed that this girl was truly something to be feared. Needless to say, these men found themselves overwhelmed, and made themselves scarce very quickly. Which was fine with her, she wanted as much room on the dance floor as she could get anyway.
Anyone watching her was suddenly inspired to join her, but never came too close. She was pulling the strings tonight, and these puppets were dangling from her fingertips.
All but one. And that one was the young man who watched her from a booth in the corner. A booth the flashing lights did little to illuminate, who sipped slowly from a drink in his hand, the only one he had ordered all night. She could feel his eyes on her, gazing into her, and she knew he felt no fear. This intrigued her, made her wonder. She gave him her best ‘come hither’ look, and sure enough, just like a man, he took the bait and made his way to join her on the dance floor.
He was close, closer than anyone else in the crowded bar, pulling her tight against him as though she was his, meeting her gaze with one of his own, matching her blow for blow, while anyone else would have fled in terror long ago. But not this man, no, she knew that this man was like her, and this made her smile. They continued their dance, showing everyone else that they were the only two people that mattered, that everyone else was beneath their notice, nothing but cattle. She licked her lips and leaned into his ear,
“Everyone’s watching us, let’s grab one and share them in the rain, just me and you.”
He smiled and placed a kiss on her neck, “I’d like nothing more, take whichever one you want.”
She grinned, her eyes flashing with desire and turned to the crowd, her gaze falling on one, a boy with black hair pulled over his eyes, trying hard to look like he wasn’t having the time of his life, dressed in clothes meant to symbolize pain and heartache. She chose him because he had no idea. But he would soon.
She grabbed his hand and gave him a smile, and she could see wonder in his eyes as she led him outside, her true partner following behind them. Out into the rain, into the alley beside the club, where it was secluded, and she was alone with her prey.
She leaned in for a kiss just as a strong hand gripped her head and slammed it into the bricks, knocking her senseless. Suddenly feeling herself hurled through the air, she landed with a thud and looked up to see her true partner had already killed the boy they were supposed to share, and was stalking towards her, his eyes aflame, and for the first time since her rebirth, she felt fear. True, sickening, all consuming fear.
She pulled herself to her feet and tried to speak but he had already struck, his hand buried in her chest, his fingers enclosing around her heart. A mighty pull of his arm and she roared in defiance, the very ground shaking as a true predator made itself known, even as the man turned her heart to ash in his hand.
“Quickly,” he said, “Before you crumble away, tell me where your masters are.”
Her head was swimming, she couldn’t see straight and her body no longer had any strength. Her roar died as she fell to the ground, her body slowly crumbling into dust, to be washed away by the rain, as though that was its intention all along.
The man looked down at where she had fallen and shook his head. Perhaps he had been a little overzealous. Perhaps he should have gone easy on her, she was just a childe after all. Still, her sire would most certainly come gunning for him now, which was fine with him. After all, he was more than eager to meet the infamous Girl With the Dead Eyes.
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