You go back to the girls for a little snack…

The smell of Susan’s pussy still lingering over your lips, you exit into the main room of the Coffin Club. The place apparently remains exactly as you left it but thanks to your new senses you a whole new understanding of its dynamics. When you first entered, the confirmed night clubber you are saw it as a place to have fun get drunk and maybe get laid if the opportunity arose. But now you understand its true nature: it’s a hunting ground, a preserved hunting ground for the people of the night, the true people of the night.

On one side there is your kind, ravenous and perverted and on the other side the cattle, innocent and at your mercy.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, a waitress is giggling at the jokes of two young men. In a while they’ll go to the back and she will ride them to hell. Like a wolf chasing a deer, the brute is drilling a middle aged woman hidden between two columns. Once he comes, he will drive his fangs deep into her snatch and offer her a shortcut to the grave. Like a pack of lions roaming around a pond, the couple in black and white is wrapped around a moaning girl in the middle of the dance floor. She will soon reach an orgasm and die in a whimper. Such are the ways of the night; such are your ways now.

But no more delaying, you can’t wait to use your own fangs on your delicious friends.