Another hour or so had passed, and still nothing exciting was happening, except one man standing alone. He seemed timid among the big crowds, and a thought crossed her mind. Sliding off the bar stool, wine bottle in hand, she danced her way across the room until she found herself next to this man. He smiled shyly at her, lifting his beer bottle in greeting. "How are you?" he asked, leaning over a little to be heard over the music, the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. He hadn't been drinking much at this point, which would make this even more enjoyable.
She smiled softly. "I'm doing just fine, a little bored though," she replied, sipping some more of her wine as she leaned back against the wall, looking out across the room. "Mind if we stepped outside, we could talk there and it's quieter."
The man nodded, downing the beer before tossing the empty bottle away. Turning, he followed her out the back door and into a dimly lit alleyway. Here, she turned around, and instantly had the man pinned up against the wall, even though he was nearly twice her size, she held him there like he was nothing. His eyes widened as he looked down at her, the angelic beautiful face turning into something wicked and dark as she smiled, her lips curling upwards as long ivory fangs were revealed.
"What the hell," the man sputtered, struggling against her hands, but no use.
"Shhh," she whispered, pulling him closer now, her lips just above his skin at his neck. "No need to struggle, it won't hurt too much."
She slowly took in a long deep breath through her noise, the scent of his blood and aftershave almost intoxicating. She brought her mouth to his neck, kissing softly, feeling him relax in her hands. Closing her mouth over his skin, she could feel her fangs pierce through the flesh, the faint popping sound of a vein bursting open, and the warm, slightly metallic liquid pouring into her mouth.
She could feel her body rejuvenated, warm and full of life again. What felt like eternity only passed in a matter of seconds before she stepped back from the man. His lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud, a small trickle of blood running down his face.
"Sorry," she said, kneeling next to him, brushing the hair from his face. Pulling a small vial out from a pocket, she opened it and placed a few drops of the glowing white liquid on the body. It decomposed the body quickly, turning it into nothing but a pile of ash carried away by a gentle breeze that blew in.
Turning away, she put the vial back in her pocket and stepped back inside of the club, greeted once more with the music and the over powering stench of body odor and alcohol.