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Smoke rose nearly white in the air as the thousands of lasers danced and fractures. Voices faded in and as the mass of bodies moved to the thump of the music. Drowning out all other senses in a sort of group hypnoses, women in cloths tight as a second skin or no cloths in seeing a patch of bare flesh with a man's hands groping her boobs tightly enough to hurt but no one cared. Male or female, gender lost to the any form of mind or personal lines gone and tossed out into the open. The club floor was a living movement of flow and movement of the bodies as they moved in a chaotic harmony. Still a few stood away from the mob, looking out of place in suits and eyes not clouded off from drugs in their bodies. Tight in the shoulders under the black suits, an outline of a gun hidden showed in the fabric as might move a bit to keep watch for anyone out of place.
She watched, hidden by a pillar barely in a seat as a pair of women made out, wet sounds of lips and tongues close enough filled her ears for a bit over them beat of the techno roaring out over the numbers of speaks set around the club. Ebony hair kept out of range by a rubber band flashed blue black in the strobe lights flashing her shadow on the dance floor then and now. Lacking the body skin cloths, a simple tank top with a leather jacket and torn jeans to end in pair of normal high-tops made her look too much out of place, full lips lightly sipping from a can of beer. Oh the men had seen her, knowing the moment she had popped up on the cameras and watching with mortal eyes. Others with the cameras, some of them feeling a close wash of nerves in seeing what they knew to be a trouble with a capital T.
One man, looking much like the clones with the hard built and shaved head moved out the door, eyes flashing amber and un-human in the light. Moving in a grace not all too human and all hunter to a trained eye made to watch for it.
Shifting in the aura of the room of one of nearly sexual hunger to a chill if someone got caught among them. She kept her eyes on him, watching as he rolled his massive shoulders in the movement and pinch in the fabric of the suit. He moved his right hand up, fingers out and long to pull away the tinted glasses used to hide his eyes. Everything in that moment took a turn down wards as lips opened and fangs flashed white and fully curved from his upper jaw, the crack of bones shifting under the tone of the bass. No echo of the human filled the distorted skull.
Grinning, the lesbians pair where to lost to see the change or care next to her. Smiling, it passed from simple empty happy to malice nearly. Things just a lot more interesting…
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