Fangtasia

"Remind me why we're here, again?" I sighed and looked to my best friend, Grace.

'Here' was a long queue waiting to get into an apparently note-worthy vampire bar in an industrial area of a Louisiana town called Shreveport. We'd been to plenty of vampire bars in New Orleans – they were everywhere in the 'dead quarter' – and all had been exciting and a great time. However, I was a bit under my enthusiastic par as it had been a long day of travelling and checking into a dingy little motel.

Grace and I were travelling across America. We'd planned it for years and had changed only a few details when the vampires came out of the coffin. It was exciting but I did want there to be more to our U.S adventure than travelling from vampire bar to vampire bar.

Grace was very persuasive though, and I usually caved in to what she wanted to do. I knew we'd have a great time whatever we did, but, like I said, it had been a long day.

Grace turned to me with a huge smile on her face "We are here because they talk about this place in New Orleans so it must be good. Look at the queue" she gestured at the black and red clad patrons waiting to get inside. "It can't be bad if all these people are waiting to get in. Plus", She leaned closer to me and arched an eyebrow "I hear the owners are hot as hell."

"Well, as they're dead, I doubt they would be anything but cold" I grumbled.

"Oh Alex" she said and gave me a quick hug. "We'll get some drinks and you'll be fine. They have a band in tonight too, look." She pointed to the poster that was now next to us as we took another couple of steps forward.

"Fangtasia," I read out loud "The Bar with a Bite" I couldn't help but laugh, and Grace joined in to. "Presents the infamous Deadset." I finished "I guess a vampire band could be cool" I will make an effort to have fun God damn it!

Another 15 minutes and my feet started to hurt. Grace and I had dressed for the occasion. I was in killer heels – excuse the pun – which always brought a smile to my face. They were shiny black snake skin and I loved them. I put them with a black, leather, knee-length pencil skirt that was almost too tight. I clung on to that 'almost' as tightly as the skirt clung to my ass. I'd put on a demure looking black slash neck top, except that it had a huge cut out, exposing most of my back. I loved the fact that I felt so sexy without having to show too much skin. Grace said I looked like a wicked secretary. If I fit in with the black clad crowd, Grace fit in with the red patrons. She wore a simple strapless red dress, just above the knee. She really didn't need to dress it up at all as her body underneath the dress did most of the talking. Damn her, she looked hot as always. Wearing big black heels like mine and a couple of bangles and she was done.

We both thought we looked hot and just racy enough when we left the motel but compared to the queue of people around us, we looked frumpy without tits and ass on show

"Oh my God" I heard Grace gasp and I looked up from my shoes. We were only a couple of people from the front now and Grace had seen what was now making my mouth hang open. The lady, no doubt a vampire, on the door was absolutely beautiful. She was dressed to match the patrons, in a black latex dress that held her breasts up high and proud, it was almost wrong not to look and appreciate them. To contrast, her long blonde hair was hanging loose around her shoulders and it was all messed up. Very much the just-out-of-bed look. The dress was just as tight all the way down. It made me wonder how she could walk in it, let alone in her shoes – oh! She had the same shoes as me! I said as much to Grace who smiled back at me "You both have good taste then. They're my favourite of yours as well." Then we were in front of her.

"IDs please" she sounded bored but I couldn't help but be swept up in the atmosphere now and I wanted to see inside and see if the owners were as hot as the door lady was. She glanced over our driver's licenses and looked back up at us, smiling and a hell of a lot more animated.