Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 21: Who let the vamps out?

Trying to remember everything Ian taught me, I scanned the place for any wooden objects. All the tables and chairs were made out of metal, which was both good and bad for me. Good, because no one could kill me with that. And bad, because I couldn't kill a damn vampire with it.

"Alright, Sheila," I swallowed the panic, trying not to freak her out further, "have you seen anything wooden in this bar?"

Sheila's wild eyes searched my face for an explanation, "The toilet seats in the bathroom are wooden."

A narrow hallway led to the bathroom.

"Is anyone in town?" I asked her.

"Everyone went to hunt down those vamps." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Chloe, we're alone. Tell me what's going on? Should I panic? I'm panicking."

"No." I uttered. "We need to be quiet. We need to use the loud music. They are going to hear us otherwise. Text Ian, tell him we need help."

I hoped he wasn't too far to reach us in time.

"Chloe, they're out of town." Sheila gulped down, beams of sweat emerging on her forehead.

"Give me the phone." I demanded, realising calling him might be better. Sheila dug through her purse and handed the phone to me. "Now, dance and pretend you're having fun."

She did so. And she looked like a robot with a stick up her ass.

The phone rang twice before Ian's voice reverberated across the distance, "Sheila?"

"Ian, we need help."

"Chloe?"

"You need to come here." I forced all my panic down the line. "That industrial bar downtown, with an edgy name."

"Modern Doom?"

"Yes, that's the one," I nodded and added very quietly, "Someone put dead blood in my drink. The door is locked."

The line went dead. I frowned at the phone, almost missing the fact Sheila stopped dancing. Her mouth agape and her eyes wide, she stared at something behind me. The music changed. The Rolling Stones' Satisfaction blasted through the speakers. Still, I could hear the screams over it.

A cloud of panic settled over the bar as people began running towards the exit, their eyes full of dread and confusion. I pulled Sheila out of the way, towards the bathroom. I needed to get my hands on something wooden. But before I could do that, my eyes caught sight of the dead girl in the middle of the dancefloor.

A huge blood stain covered her abdomen. Her eyes were wide open, staring into nothing. A dark-haired man that stood above her cleaned his hand. He literally ripped out her insides.

But he didn't drink from her. Because everyone in the bar was full of dead blood from the booze. As well as me. Which meant I couldn't drink from anyone to get my strength back.

People hit the front door, but another vampire waited there. He cocked his ginger head to the side and offered a creepy smile full of fangs. That was when I spotted all of them.

The dark-haired one on the dancefloor, the lanky red-haired one next to the door. Another, a bulky, tall man with a dumb look on his face in the corner of the bar, scanning, waiting. Three more behind the bar, each hungrier than the last.

"Is there a back door?" I whispered to Sheila. We remained near the crowd for the time being. I couldn't risk exposing myself this soon.

At least I hoped they didn't know I was a vampire. The dead blood in my drink suggested otherwise. They took into account the possibility of another vampire being in the bar.