The music was loud and the lights were low, save for the occasional bright flashes of color that struck one's eye from the random movement of the mood-setting, colored laser lights. What was a rave without laser lights? Vampires filled the floor. Vampires, and a few dozen humans, girls, guys, and young adults of every persuasion. The humans of course had no idea what creatures were among them, nay, surrounding them, delighting in the show they were putting on. All the world was a stage.

The dancing crowd seemed to part instinctively as a tall man with long, dark red hair walked across the room in a shimmery black suit. He smiled as he felt the vibrations of the base numb his lungs. Such power soundwaves had. It was delightful and entrancing. At the back, he ascended a small stage and as the song ended, he raised his hands for attention. The crowd seemed to know him, a few of them raising their hands in return, and a few cheers went out. 

"Aldaric!" Some heavyset teenager belted out randomly in salute. 

A few claps followed as Aldaric motioned for silence. Oh what it took him to suppress his fangy grin. "Friends, ladies, gents, ravers! Welcome to my... little night club. We have much to celebrate! I want to thank you all for electing to join us for this wonderful occasion. I've promised you dinner and a show tonight, but before we begin, I want to reveal our very special guest..." Two large vampire "bouncers" walk up carrying a guy in a chair with a sheet covering him. "...a high member of the 'society,' our dear Reginald Pinkis!" Aldaric pulls the sheet off to reveal an older gentleman in a gray suit who looks a bit confused. He appears to be strapped into the chair with metal shackles, which most of the humans seem to think is part of the act. 

"You'll never get away with this, Weirven." Pinkis mutters.

Aldaric chuckles. "Come now Reggie." His voice is dripping with sadistic anticipation. "Be a good sport hm?" He looks back at the audience of humans intermixed with feral vampires and says to them, as if revealing a dread secret, "Reggie here, is a vampire!" 

The crowd laughs. 

Aldaric laughs. 

Pinkis gasps initially, then glares at Aldaric's flagrant rule breaking. 

"I break all the rules, Reggie. Because rules... are for slaves, Reggie, and nobody here in this room wants to be a slave, except you." Aldaric lifts his hand in a theatrical motion to the crowd again and smiles. "But here I've promised you a show! Is everybody hungry?!"

"Yeah!"

"Is everybody... FREE?!!"

"YEAH!"

Aldaric hesitates, indulging in the moment and committing that tingly feeling to memory before he follows, "Then! Feast!" Aldaric brings his hand down sharply and all the vampires in the room bite into their pre-chosen humans, draining them, killing them all simultaneously. 

Aldaric laughs and puts his hand on Pinkis' shuolder. He had forced his prisoner to watch and he enjoyed it. "Ahh glorious massacre. What rule was that one Reggie, hm?" With that, Aldaric kicked Pinkis' chair forward, splatting the vampire's face into the slick human blood that now covered the dancefloor. Reginald topples to the side ingloriously, his chair still strapped to him. 

The vampires in the club were all Aldaric's, all members of his feral freedom fighters. They stepped aside, hissing and mocking the bound vampire on the floor. 

"Now, bring her in." Aldaric motioned and the double doors opened. Another vampire, a female with bright blond hair came forward. Somebody helped Reginald Pinkis back to sitting upright in his chair. Aldaric opened his arms. "Katarina... Welcome to true freedom. Welcome to the family of truth and pride, where you will always be accepted and recognized for the goddess you are. If you want to join us, if you truly believe in your own worth and rights, then prove it. Partake in the sacrifice brought here for you." He pointed. "This vampire has killed others of us in cold blood, all for the sake of power and improper subjugation of our kind. He seeks to OWN you, Katarina... We do not. Show us where you stand. Feed from him, and let all see your strength. Do this, and we will know where your heart truly lies and that you are worthy. Otherwise, depart from this place and never return. Go back to being another of Octavius' slaves and bow to his dog enforcers. Pray we find you and deliver a quick release from such a pathetic and meaningless life." 

Aldaric switched back to his more soothing and pleasant tone. "Well child? Do you serve yourself or another?" 

Reginald growled and struggled briefly, but he wasn't getting out of that chair.