To you right, sitting on a couch, Janet is looking around bored

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong with you?” You ask your friend hiding your fangs, ears and eyes.

“I don’t know,” she answers, “there’s something odd about this club.”

“How come?” You sit by her side.

“Well you know it’s been a while since I last went clubbing so I might be wrong but…”

She seems to be trying to gather her thoughts.

“Yes?” you encourage her.

“I don’t know but I have the impression that everyone seems … less repressed than in my time.”

“Come on Janet, your time, you’re not that old.”

“No, seriously. Look at those two girls; I’m sure that the pale one is fingering the other one.”

She points towards a couple sitting a bit further from you.

“Nah; it’s impossible; that would be outrageous; lesbians out of the closet nowadays?”

She looks at you tilting her head.

“Come on, stop messing with me.”

“Okay, let’s say they’re fingering, I didn’t knew you were so prude, and besides one flower doesn’t make a garland.”

“Okay, what about those three?”

Now, she’s showing you the hot embrace on the dance floor of two of your kind sucking on a poor girl neck.

“Those three? Dancing, I guess.”

“Dancing? Come on, the girl seems to be enjoying herself a lot.”

“Wouldn’t you? Two beautiful guys like this giving you all their attention?”

“Fuck you, you’re not listening to what I’m saying.”

“Of course I’m listening.”

“How about that one? The bouncer with the client’s tit in his mouth.”

“That’s simple,” you pause, “he’s drinking her blood.”

“Come again?”

“I’m saying that the bouncer is most likely a vampire and that he’s draining the girl’s blood through her breast, quite hot don’t you think?”

She turns to you. You’ve dropped the act. She tries to move away from you. You follow her.

“What … What is happening here?”

She tries to pull further away from you but you’ve trapped her against the corner of the couch.

“What is happening here is that Mary gave me a wonderful gift,” you say showing her your fangs, “and that I’m here to share it with you.”

“Stop… don’t… this is crazy…”

“It is, don’t you love it?” you say before driving your canines deep into your friend’s artery.

She starts panting.

A little while later, with your friend drained, you look at the orgy calming down around you in search of an ass or a neck to bite but your kindred seem to have cleaned the house. Standing above Ally and Bree’s corpses, Mary and Susan smile at you from across the room. You nod. You’re done here but you still have something to do tonight.