Vexing Vampires

2 - Seriously?

"Don't forget luv, my name's Caleb and you're a vampire now. Give Zed my regards."

Those Cockney-flavored words followed Jane as she rolled unceremoniously out the back of the moving van. The tires squealed as it made a sharp turn on the snow-wet blacktop outside the fence.

"Seriously," Jane questioned glaring at the fleeing vehicle. "Not even in the country five minutes and I get kidnapped. Guess I'm lucky I'm too poor to waste a bullet on," she muttered uselessly swiping at the snow melting into her jeans and t-shirt. The army surplus coat was a bit worse for wear but better it than her.

Turning away from the road to see where she'd been dumped she found a small group of super pale people all dressed in black starring wide-eyed at her.

"Anybody speak English by chance?"

They didn't even blink.

"Anybody at all?"

Nothing.

"Great."

With a sigh and a small wave she headed towards the door of the... bunker... or whatever it was... nondescript concrete building thing.

Best. International. Trip. EVAR.

Not.

Inside was more concrete, a long empty gray hallway of it that smelled of damp and cold. Two more clusters of black clad people but no one looked even remotely approachable. Maybe the local college goths were having an Apathy competition. Did the Czech Republic even have goths?

Slipping through an open doorway Jane found herself in a cavernous ballroom filled to the brim with more black clad pale people; all dressed to the nine's in Vampire chic. It was clearly an industrial space, all square and concrete, but someone had gone to great lengths to disguise that fact with velvet and lace drapes hanging against the walls. Heavily patterned rugs in gray, black and white made a quilt pattern across the crowded floor except for on the far end, she was just able to make out a clear spot where people danced to live instrumental music. Surprisingly there were no candles; the lighting was standard factory softened by layers of lacy fabric.

Jane closed her eyes for a minute, fingers covering her lips to stop a hysterical laugh. Her red Star-Trek t-shirt, olive drab coat and acidwash jeans made her the only dot of color in a sea of shadows.

Wonderful.

Opening her eyes again she gasped. A tight circle had formed around her and she suddenly felt like a rabbit among wolves. A pair of eyes outside the circle caught her attention and she couldn't help but stare as they moved closer. The silent figures around her parted without a sound to admit the bearer of those eyes; a very tall bald man with killer cheekbones. His black suit and white shirt were simple but the obviously quality made his top hat look right at home instead of hokey as it should have.

Jane found herself back at his eyes - dark orbs with large chocolate brown irises, the rings were so big they nearly touched the edges of his eyelids. They almost seemed to sparkle in the subdued lighting... and then she realized there was no white. That right of chocolate was floating in a black sea.

These were either some very well to do fetishists or she had stumbled onto something...

She shut that thought down; she was not setting her toe on the crazy side of the line. Tonight had been messed up enough, thank you very much.

A woman darted forward and raked her fingernails down Jane's face, drawing blood.

"What the fuck," Jane yelled, jerking back and clutching her face.