Vampire Bites

Huntington's

      The name Huntington's was ironic in itself. It was a dark club, shady, where it didn't matter how old you were because half the people here didn't know what an ID was; let alone own one.
      From the outside, it was a dark-bricked building that led out into an alley, the type of alley that reaks of piss and alcohol and the ammonia is so thick it sticks to your clothes long after you've washed them.
       From the inside, however, it looked like Pandemonium herself had alligned it. People lurched and swerved against the beat of the thundering boomboxes, others spun in old leather barstools taking shots with friends or looking to hook up.
       That's where I was.
       Men and women weaved through one another, pulsing and feeling and touching. Hands, bodies, and faces doused in the colored lights streaming from above.
       There was something erotic about this club. It was almost, as some may say, magic.
       You wouldn't see it from just glancing, but if you looked (really, really looked) you could see the energy flowing right under their skin. Whether or not the ignite was from the lights or the alcohol no one could be sure, but everyone felt it.
        That's how I found them.
        In the crowd, if you looked hard enough, you could see a girl. She was perky, and slightly more wired than the rest of the people. She was prancing around, grinding against men and women alike. Subconsciously, people moved to make a path for her to walk through. She didn't disrupt their dancing.
        She would have seemed human, maybe even human. . . if it weren't for those damn eyes. They were green, almost illuminating, but it wasn't that which caught my attention. It was the way they seemed to sweep around. Watching. Waiting. Predatory.
        She met my eyes, and I winked, giving my best smirk, inclining my head to the bar stool at my right. "Drink?" it inquired. She smiled back, sparkling eyes widening. "Yes." the look answered.
       I turned to the bartender, waving my hand at him. "Lime vodka for me, whatever the lady would like."
       "Scotch," she answered promptly over the sound of the music. It was loud, but somehow her voice came out clear.
        The man nodded, turning around. I faced the girl, extending a hand politely. "Archie," I announced. Comfortable with using my real name. She wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it for much longer.
        "Diane," she said back, shaking. That wasn't a lie. She didn't think I would live either.
         "Drinks," the bartender, Joe, I recall, announced; setting two glass cups between us.
         "Have you been here before?" I asked. I knew she hadn't.
          "Yeah, you?" She thinks I'm new here. Cute.
          "No. No, just this weekend. I just flew in from Santa Fe. Family and . . . shit."
         "Oh, that's pretty far from NYC, yeah? Welcome to the neighborhood." She took a drink of the liquor. She didn't swallow. She would spit it out when I turned away. I did.
       I leaned forward, brushing my fingers across her cheek. She was pale, green eyes, short brown hair framing a lipstick-stained mouth. She was practically drooling. Her legs were crossed, hands grasped at her skirt.
         "Do you . . . wanna get out of here?" She questioned. I smiled seductively. "I would love that," I shouted. She grinned, boardering on malicious, taking my hand.
        "Let's get out of here."
        She pulled me out the club, after I tipped Joe, into the alley.
         "Damn it was so hot in there," she laughed, moving in close. Amateur.
        "Yeah. Hah. So, uh, where you wanna. . . ?"
        "Here."
         She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, resting her face against my neck. She leaned back, clicking her fangs out to where it was a tiny click.
        I moved my arm, inhaling, and threw her into the ground as much as I could; smashing her head into the concrete. She didn't have a chance to fight back. I raised my arm again, this time my stake in hand, and stabbed it through her cheap white and trashy blouse, straight into her heart.
         Standing up, I shook off the blood from my hands and as much off of my leather as possible. Disgusting.