... stop that!"

“Stop what?” Mary asks.

“Stop teasing, your fingers are fucking cold.”

“Yes, I know..."

But you’re not listening to her anymore, you’re looking over her shoulder, you’re looking at Susan and Bree on the couch. You're looking at Susan avidly sucking Bree's neck. You’re looking at the blood pouring on Bree’s shirt. You’re looking at Susan wrist sticking out of Bree's stretched out pussy.

You gap.

"... the fuck?"

But before Mary can answer you're both distracted by Janet's scream coming from the back of the room.

What follows is pure adrenaline. You push Mary to a side and rush for the door. You have a quick thought for Ally you've left with those monsters. But the orgy of blood taking place in the dance room has you back focusing on one thing and one thing only: getting the hell out of here.

Luckily for you most of the creatures are far too busy **** and murdering the other customers and you manage to reach the coat room without attracting too much attention.

One waitress follows you though.

"Well, well, well... Isn't this a pretty morsel that Mary let slip through her fingers... Better for me..."

And she jumps at you. Her fangs penetrate your skin overwhelming you with a fabulous feeling of bliss.

Taken by the momentum you smash into the discotheque door opening it wide and propelling you and the waitress towards the street. The shock separates you.

You fall on your back, probably breaking a rib or two. The waitress rolls on the street and stands.

"Woo that was fun," she says licking your blood from her lips, "ready for more my little..."

You'll never know what she intended to say because the van driving too fast cut her off, splattering her body into tiny pieces all over the pavement.

You take advantage of the confusion to run into the night.