Ladies night out.

Opening the door to their shared quarters, the vampire peered out to look across the hallway and back out to the living room.

“Are they gone?” Asked a voice in the room, just as the pale skinned Susan closed and locked the door to join her two compatriots waiting impatiently. Joining them in the middle of the room, she crossed her arms and smirked back at the two other Susans.

“The mouth breathers have gone to their beds to sleep, the night is ours, sisters.”

Sneering, Malice crossed her own arms and looked away in disgust. “What good does that do us when that… THING looks over our shoulders?”

“Indeed, I choose NOT to share the same fate as that Hydra zealot.”

Stepping over to the light fixture, the vampire turned off the lights, leaving the three in total darkness. Even though there was no light, the three could still see each other in the darkness. Offering her gloved hands to the two women, the vampiric Susan Storm smiled a fanged grin when they hesitantly took her hands.

“I believe you will enjoy this.”

A strange sense of vertigo overtook the other two women as they were pulled into the nearest dark shadow of the room by the vampire, and then finding to their amazement out of the shadow of an alleyway outside on the streets of the city. Looking around, they found themselves in the alley between two buildings with the Baxtor building in view some blocks away. Pulling away from the vampire’s hands, the two women looked around and explored their surroundings.

“How?” Asked Malice with some confusion. “I certainly cannot perform this.”

“The children of the night move freely within the shadows my sister.” Purred the vampire in delight. Showing a fanged smile after gently combing her platinum white hair away from her pristine face. “If you wish to have such powers, simply let me know.”

Turning sharply and stepping out of the alleyway, the vampiric woman did not bother looking over her shoulder to know the other two followed her out into the open street. At 1 AM in the morning, there was very little going on at night save for the light traffic and occasional drunk wandering the streets, some looking up to find a trio of women; one looking as pale as the moon wearing a flowing red dress that exposed her arms, neck, cleavage and thigh. A black leather clad dominatrix in a tattered red cape and a metal armored woman in a green hood and cloak.

Taking another swig from a whiskey bottle in a paper bag, a staggering drunk watched the three near identical looking women and laughed, waving them over. “Hey der ladies, headin to a party? Cuz I gots a party RIGHT here! In dez PANTS heh, heh…”

Glaring at the drunk with a look of pure rage, Malice breathed in sharply and clenched her fist so tight it threatened to split the leather of her glove. Impotent with rage, she did her best to ignore the laughing **** wanderer and continued to follow the vampire version of her.

“This is insufferable! How much of this are we to endure?! Where are you taking us?”

“Be a little patient sister, we’re almost there.” Finally stopping in front of a bar several blocks from where they came from, the vampiric Susan Storm looked up at the sign and smiled a toothy grin before looking back to her compatriots. “And we’re here.”

Looking up at the bar they now stood outside of. Susan Von Doom read the sign and scoffed.

“The Two-Leaf Clover? In my reality this place was reduced to molten glass and ash for offending my former husband, why bring us to this den of dredges?”

“EXACTLY for that very reason my sister, I wish to humour a hypothesis.”

Approaching the large imposing man at the front door who was the bouncer, one who had been staring at the trio with confusion, the vampire folded her hands behind her back and leaned forward to give the man a view of her cleavage while giving him an alluring smile, her red eyes almost glowing as she stared into his own.

“Hello there, my big friend, would you care to invite us in for a drink and amusement, my sisters are lonely and wish to have some fun inside.”

Originally transfixed by the pale woman’s cleavage, the moment he stared into her red eyes… He was doomed. Staring into her eyes was like staring into a swirling red abyss that captivated and drew him in, he found himself almost taking a step forward when she leaned back, her smile becoming fanged as it grew wider at his reaction. Slowly nodding her head, the man did the same automatically like a puppet before he stepped aside and sluggishly raised an arm out to open the door behind him and offer them inside.

“I would like to invite you inside for some drinks.”

Turning her attention to the other two behind her, the vampiric Susan Storm waved for them to follow her inside, playfully scratching at the bouncer’s chin with her fingernail.

“Come ladies, we’ve been invited in.”

Looking back at one another, Malice and Von Doom watched the vampire enter, and hesitantly joined her inside. When they did, the bouncer closed the door behind him and locked it mechanically, a vacant look in his eyes as he remained still, never moving a muscle.