Abomination

Escape from Dragon House

Must have 10 comments and 20 votes for another chapter. A/n: The video above is the song I think suits Nahara the best.

                    The night was alive with a sultry energy as the doors of Fangtasia swung open, revealing a stunningly gorgeous woman. She wore a red and white floral halter dress that clung to her curves, the dimly lit lights of the bar dancing against her sun-kissed skin. The bar itself was a den of shadows and crimson hues, with several tables scattered about and small stages set for dancers. The air was filled with the melody of a disco version of 'Don't Fear the Reaper', adding an eerie charm to the atmosphere. Beside her stood a male vampire of southern beauty, his slim figure reminiscent of an old aristocrat. His dark brunette hair contrasted sharply with her long, Barbie blonde locks. He offered his arm, which she gladly accepted. Together, they moved through the thrumming crowd towards the bar, where an Indigenous vampire worked. His body was a canvas of tattoos, his long black hair flowing freely, and he wore nothing but a black leather vest and a necklace. "Can I get you somethin' to drink?" The southern vampire asked, his voice a deep rumble.

                    "Uh, please," the woman replied, her southern accent adding a sweet lilt to her words.

                    "How's it goin', Bill?" the Indigenous vampire inquired, his eyes flicking to the man beside her.

                    "Very well," Bill replied with a nod.

                    The vampire's gaze shifted to the woman, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll say it is... This your meal for tonight?" he asked a hint of amusement in his tone.

                    "This is my friend Sookie. Sookie, Longshadow," Bill introduced, his voice steady.

                    "Nice to meet you," Sookie greeted with a warm smile, though her nerves were evident.

                    Longshadow just stared at her, his expression unreadable. "I'll have a gin and tonic, please," she ordered, her voice wavering slightly.

                    "And I'll have a bottle of O Negative," Bill added, his eyes scanning the room. He noticed a male vampire dressed in a black leather vest and shorts, dancing seductively and staring at him. Unease crept into Bill's demeanor as he turned back to Longshadow.

                    "Longshadow, Sookie here would like to know if she could ask you a few questions. Would this be acceptable?" Bill asked, his tone polite but firm.

                     Longshadow nodded, his eyes never leaving Sookie. "I just have a couple of pictures I'd love you to take a look at," Sookie explained, quickly retrieving a couple of photographs from her purse and handing them to him. "You recognize either of these women?" she asked.

                    "Yeah, I seen 'em both here before," he answered, his voice flat.

                    "Great, thank you. And do you also happen to remember who they hung around with?" Sookie pressed, hope flickering in her eyes.

                    "That's something we do not notice here. You won't either," Longshadow replied, his tone dismissive.

                    "OK, then. Thank you. I appreciate you taking the time," she said, her voice tinged with disappointment.

                    Longshadow held up the vertically oriented picture of Maudette. "This one. She wanted to die," he explained, his eyes darkening.