Clubbing

“We’re going clubbing.”

“Farah, we’re nineteen, we can’t go clubbing.”

Farah laughs a wicked laugh. “Who’s going to stop us?”

You can’t argue with her.

She beckons you to follow as she becomes a mist. You do. Soon you feel your body reform outside a club. While you are still a half block away, you can hear the primal thudding of the bass.

Farah grins showing her fangs. “We are going to have to find you a better outfit. First some fun.”

You follow her. The club has a line outside it. Farah simply cuts to the front.

A large black bouncer growls. “You on the list?”

Farah laughs an inhuman laugh, then stares into his eyes. “We’re on the list, Farah and friend.”

He looks dazed. “Yes, I see. Go right in.”

You follow Farah in. The heavy beating bass reminds you of a beating heart. All you can think about is how thirsty you are. You look about and see a young man. He smells delicious.

You walk up to him.

“Hello, I’m Brandi.” You look him in the eyes.

“I’m Matt.”

You feel his will bend to yours. It is exhilarating.

“You want to fuck me, Matt.”

He looks distant. “I want you, Brandi.”

“Is there a place here we can make out?”

“I’d like that. Follow me.”

You follow him to what looks like a coat closet. You hear the beat of his heart. You can smell his sweet blood. You kiss him on the lips and let him enjoy your body pressed against his. You guide his neck to the side. Your fangs grow long. You drive them into his neck, slurping away at his blood.

In little more than a minute he goes limp in your arms. You know he’s dead, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Maybe Farah is right.

You rejoin the crown looking for her. She is holding court with three gorgeous guys. At least one of them sporting bite marks.

You glide up to Farah. She licks her lips and you realize you missed a bit of blood. You close your eyes and lick it from your lips, savoring the taste.

“Enjoying yourself, Brandi?”

Her evil smile is infectious.

“I had a drink. It was exquisite.”

Farah laughs. “Jack here is an investment banker. He is into bondage.”

He looks sheepish. “That’s bonds.”

You notice bite marks. He belongs to Farah.

“He is going to be helping fund some of our projects. Isn’t that nice.”

You are torn. You don’t want to admit to Farah how much you are enjoying yourself.

“That’s nice.” You say ambivalently.

“Oh do come on, Brandi. We should go. We still have things to do.”

You follow her wondering what she has planned.