Jasmine

I decide to visit Jasmine. She is a Greek Vampiress who was a member of the old dynasty Palaiogolos, the last dynasty of Byzantium. The underground place is named Byzantium, coincidentally. Byzantium (Her place) is a club like mine but has been around for a few centuries. It has been a gathering place of vampires, Cannibals and succubi, but also other mythical beings like fairies and goblins.

I go to the entrance of Byzantium and two tall goblins stand in my way, the bouncers.

“What’s your business?” One of them asks.

“I am here to see Jasmine. She has invited me.” I reply. I give them my ID and the invite. They nod and let me in.

Byzantium is dark with red lights and a Greek Gothic vibe. To my left is the bar, to my right is the feeding room. A girl from the room walks to me.

“Hey hot stuff. You look thirsty, come with me.” She seductively suggests. She drags me to a couch. We sit.

“My name is Daz. I am a blood-****, employed by The Duchess.” Daz continues. She undressed her small jacket. I get used to the darkness and see her clearly. She has brown hair, olive eyes and pinkish skin. She is wearing scented lipstick too, cherry.

Daz shows off her body. She is wearing just a bra and shorts. She tilts her head back.

“As a blood-****, we invite our guests to a feeding of our flesh and blood. Have a taste, go ahead!” She suggests, brushing her neck to her bra.