The Story of Ms. Renfield (On Hold)

Chapter Four: Bitemarks

The evening at an industrial building that had been converted into a nightclub...

Jordan walked across the street, her tall black heels clicking against the pavement. There was a chill in the air, so she had donned on her long, brown leather trench coat over a dress that had not seen the light of day since she bought it. It was going to make waves with the lack of a back, mid-thigh skirt and showing so much cleavage that Jordan used doubled sided tape to hold the silky fabric in place to not cause a nip slip. And it was blood red in color and fitted her curves to show off.

There was a line around the block of young adults, dressed with all matters of styles, waiting to participate in the grand opening of the latest club. Jordan looked up to the marque to ensure she was at the right place.

"Bitemarks? Of course, he would make a vampire theme night club." Jordan mumbled as she strolled to the entrance, passing the line of people held back by the red velvet ropes.

"Hey grandma!" A nasal voice rang out. Jordan looked over her shoulder to see a young woman, dressed in bits of lace and leather. "The line starts back there." She screamed, pointing behind her.

Jordan smiled, showing her teeth. "I know." Jordan continued to the entrance where the bouncers were stationed. Wearing a black suit with an earpiece, Derek smiled at Jordan, ushering her inside. There were whines from the waiting patrons. Oh well, Jordan was an invited guest.

"Ms. Renfield, you need to be bitten." The Korean young lady at the booth called. Instead of a traditional hand stamp, the stamp was dual fang marks to be place on the body, not the hand to prevent from duplicating. Jordan shrugged and presented the swell of her breast for marking.

"That is a tease." The lady, that Jordan knew as Sin commented, biting her own lip after marking Jordan's breast. Jordan giggled, knowing that she was really putting herself out there tonight.

Jordan checked her jacket at the coat closet, getting a wristband to retrieve it later. Fixing the curls that she decided to leave down and playful for the night, she stepped into the club.

Okay, not the over the time vamp theme that she feared. The red light bathed everything like blood. Mid 90s to early 2000s club music was playing from the DJ booth that was situation on a raised platform at the back of the expansion.

The space was massive, already filled with dancing people. The industrial feel of the building remained with the concrete walls, exposed metal beams and the catwalks above the dance floor. A long wooden bar top with a metal structure as the base spanned against one wall with metal shelving to house the bottles of liquor and wine. A number of beer taps were station. Look to be five or six bartenders serving the masses.

Jordan looked to the old office of the foreman on the second floor and found the space open with a metal and glass railing surrounding an addition balcony to look out over the club. Held up by solid columns of concrete with a metal spiral staircase to connect the two floors. Two bouncers guarded the bottom of the stairs, looking like unmovable golems. There seemed to be seating up there. A few people were socializing on the balcony. A VIP section perhaps.

Letting the music move her, Jordan found her way through the people to the bar. It took a moment to flag down a bartender, but Jordan understood for this place was busy. Maybe it would not be the money pit that she told Vlad it would be. He did love to prove her wrong.

"Captain Morgan Rum and coke. Open a tab for me." Jordan called over the music to the bald bartender with a long black braided go-tee. The uniform was nice black slack with a matching buttoned-down shirt. Blood red ties for males and females. His sleeves were rolled up.

"And risk getting impaled. No, Ms. Renfield. You drink for free." The bartender waved her card away after handing her the drink. Jordan glanced up to the VIP section for she now felt Vlad's eyes on her. She held up her cup to thank him and took a slow drink. It was perfectly balance.