The Cravers

49. Bloody Night

The day of Jenifer Clark's Death

Stella Evans grabbed her date and ran to the dance floor.

This night was perfect.

Just like all the other night she had experienced.

"Stella, are you enjoying yourself?" Joe, her date, groggily slurred. "This fun..."

"Yeah, I am!" She yelled over the music for him to hear.

Someone elbowed her lightly, she turned around. Jenifer Clark, her best friend, winked at her. "You naughty girl. You drank."

Jen didn't have to scream, Stella heard her perfectly and clearly. She knew exactly what she meant by "drinking". Blood was Stella's thirst. Her life force.

She laughed, and flashed her fangs for a brief second. "Yes I did."

Joe, pulled her closer. Stella lapped her arms around his shoulders to peck him on the lips. "Thank you for volunteering, love."

He smiled crookedly, unable to understand her words. "You're welcome."

"Hey, Stell." Jen whipped around. "I'm out for a smoke. Wanna come?"

"Nah. You go ahead."

After a while, Stella got tired of dancing, the place was getting more crowded the minute, sweat trickled on every forehead. She pulled Joe to the VIP couches and sat on his lap, enjoying the fantastic view of people having fun. It was pure bliss. "Joe, aren't you a lucky candidate, huh?" Stella laughed.

But Joe didn't respond. When she looked over at him, she saw why, his head was drooping sideways and a string of drool rolled down between his lips. Disgusted, Stella scooted away from his side and straightened his body. "Great, now's the time to leave me. Especially when I was having a good night." She pouted.

Just as she said that, a new guy passed by her, a handsome guy, she watched him make his way to the bar, she completely forgot Joe and her eyes were on the newest man candy. He ordered a drink from the bartender and glanced around the club, speculating. As his eyes made his round, it landed straight at Stella. Being off guard, he gave a curt smile, Stella waved and walked over to his direction, dodging the dancers swiftly and landing on the empty seat by his side.

"Hey," the handsome guy cocked his head curtly. His brown eyes twinkled as he checked her out.The sparkling brown hair flopped gently on his forehead, sticking slightly of sweat. "Having fun?"

"Kind of. I have been ditched, now I'm miserable."

"Oh no," his face drooped in mockery. "That's not okay." He set down his drink and shook her hand. "Name's Dan."

"Stella," she winked. She motioned the bartender and within few seconds, a tequila was in front of her, ready to drink. They sat quietly as they sipped. The burning feeling in her throat was begging for her to use the new energy up. She smacked down her glass and grabbed Dan with a dark glint in her eyes. "Let's dance. This is my favorite song."

They danced for a while. Three songs the least. By then, she was heaving heavily and so was he. It was getting crowded in the floor as more people walked in. The new place was packed. Suffocating, she suggested to sit down.  Dum. Dum. Her ears could hear the strong thud of his heart beat. Bang. Bang. Too hard to resist the temptations. They sat down.

Dan scooted closer, his knees brushing her legs. There was an undeniable want in his eyes, hovering over her body. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her for a kiss.

She allowed him to savor her... She let his lips on her neck....Her cheeks...

Once he had enough pleasure, it was her turn to have the real fun. Even though she just had her fill, she couldn't resist anymore. Blood was blood. Not even oceans of it would do. Her hunger was too hard to control. "Come here..." she whispered.