Helene did her best to keep the pristine posture that had been drilled into her at a young age, but her body was shivering as she strained to keep composure amidst the hunger and anxiety. The number of stares that she was receiving did little to help, as this was her first time ever coming to This establishment. Pinkish-red eyes stared far into the distance as a horde of near-indistinguishable voices whispered in her ears while humanoid shapes haunted the corners of her vision. It reminded her of the one time she ventured into the lower catacombs of her family home, and saw a number of vampires imprisoned in cells. Her mother later explained to her that they were some of the most violent vampires to walk the Earth, without a clan and willing to kill anyone for the sheer pleasure of it. They were isolated and starved, given only enough blood to perpetually keep them in this state of delusion and fantasies. Helene had only been experience it for a little over an hour but those prisoners were there for years, unable to resist the sweet red nectar that could not satisfy them but kept them fully aware.
It took longer for Sierra to get back than Helene thought it would but when she did, the waitress took a seat across from Helene after setting the 'Bloody' Mary in front of the snow-haired vampire. Immediately the scent of blood became clear to her and her eyes widened as she looked down at the drink and up at Sierra who simply nodded and smiled. Helene's mind went blank as she took the glass in both of her hands and lifted to her lips, pouring the dark red liquid quickly into her mouth. The burning of sensation of Alcohol harshly irritated her throat but taste of blood encouraged her to finish it all in one swift motion. The slight shaking of her body ceased as did the amalgamation of voices that plagued her ears. The fog that had settled in her mind thinned out, but she could still feel its presence clouding her thoughts.
Having finished her drink, Helene's attention now turned to Sierra with a puzzled look
"H-how.." She began to ask before Sierra let out a light chuckle
"You seemed nervous so I thought a stiff drink would calm you down. We serve a lot of diverse guests here with different tastes, so you learn to guess what they need." She began to say and Helene thought she caught a brief glimpse of fangs poking out from her lips but it could have been just another on of her delusions. Sierra moved her chair closer in and leaned over the table a little
"You seem sweet and young, so I'll recommend you head over to a place called 'The Pit'. Customers here can be a bit more than you expect. Still, I would be careful especially nowadays." It was astonishing to the naive vampire to hear Sierra's voice switch from a energetic, young voice to a more elegant, wise one. Helene was almost sure that Sierra was a vampire, but how old she was impossible to know. Then again, most vampires probably would not believe herself to be as old as she was.
Helene would have curtsied but was forced to settle on head bow since she was sitting
"Okay, thank you very much!" It was such a relief to have someone help her out as she was afraid she would have to face this all by herself. Helene rose out of the chair and handed Sierra twice the money for the drink, who stood up to receive the payment
"Just don't mention I referred you to another place to my boss! Good Luck!" Helene meekly extended her hand which seemed to catch Sierra off-guard a little, but she still extended her hand and the two shook before Helene headed out with a clearer mind. The iron hunger was still very much affecting her, though it was not screaming as loudly as it was. As she approached The Pit, the muffled sound of music and bright lights let her know that she was in the right place.
Though she was not seeing things as much, her mind was much more aware of the location she was at. It was difficult not to feel embarrassed even waiting to go in at the number of people present and the manner in which they were dressed. The bouncer at the front door stopped her and asked to see ID, and seemed genuinely surprised when it read she was over 21 though he couldn't see any evidence of it being fake. The inside of The Pit was far more than she ever imagined and she was overwhelmed with loud music and a number of bright, flashing lights. The sudden introduction of so much stimulus was almost too much for her, but Helene knew that if she didn't satiate her hunger now the voices and visions would only return later. Slowly she made her way down into the crowd and now she knew why Sierra suggested this to her. A majority of the people there were around their 20s and intoxicated to some degree. While the whole scene made her quite uncomfortable with the amount of physical contact, it should prove easy enough to find a willing victim.
While she said that, Helene found herself blushing as she sat at one of the tables off to the side of the main dance floor. That was when the familiar scent of blood came to her, and she searched eagerly for the source. Her predatory eyes located a man at the bar, who was bleeding lightly from his arm. It was like it was just for her. She got up from her spot and began to make her way over to him, giving herself the identity of a college medical student. She could take him to the side and pretend to fix him up. All she had to was get her lips onto his arm.
"H-hi there, I couldn't help but notice..you're bleeding. If you would let me, I can clean that up." She offered with a bright smile, to which one of his male friends responded with
"Man, you're getting so lucky tonight. Let me have the next one, shit." His voice was a mix of frustration and admiration for his comrade, but Helene was left a little confused.
