Melanie was curled up in a ball on her bed in her small one bedroom apartment in New York City. She was trembling. She'd only been home less than a week, but the nightmares were recurring. They wouldn't stop, and she'd wake up drenched in sweat, screaming her head off. Tonight was no different. It was just past 10:30 that night, she had on a large black Panic At The Disco t-shirt, her blonde hair pulled up to a high bun. She had her chin rested on her bare knees, chewing on her lower lip. Blinking several times, her eyes red and raw from the crying and lack of sleep. She reached over and picked up her cell phone, checking for messages. She had one, from Deliah, her first cousin and one of Melanie's close friends.
She had left a voicemail, telling Melanie she needed to get out and come to Journey's, one of the hottest clubs in New York. She used her kidnapping as an excuse to get out and have some fun, get wild. Melanie sighed softly, considering Deliah's offer. Yes, it could take her mind off, just losing herself in shots and loud, invigorating music, hanging out and letting loose, but she was kidnapped in public, taken for an experiment, a study for a creature Melanie always knew as a myth- vampires. They didn't actually exist, did they? But, apparently they did. Her memories proved it. There was one other girl besides Melanie that was in the white, cold room, tied down to a table, an IV needle stuck in their arms. Melanie still had that bruise to prove it, too.
She found herself wondering about the girl, what was her name? They were the only two survivors left. No one else made it out of that building, so why were they spared? What was different about them? Sighing, Melanie decided to go out, so she sent a message to Deliah and told her before she got into the shower, washing the sweat off her body. After her shower, she dried her hair and left it alone. The natural blonde waves hanging down her back. She put on a red halter dress. It hugged at her curves and looked amazing with her skin tone and her blonde hair.
She put on black heels and make-up, topping it off with bright red lipstick. After looking herself over, she got into her silver Sedan and headed to Journey's, where after flashing her ID (though you could be over 18 to get in, just couldn't drink), she met up with Deliah, who was in a dark green and white strapless dress. Melanie took a couple shots with her cousin before following her out to the dance floor.
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Christopher watched the young female from a distance. He was hungry, extremely hungry and she smelled delicious, extremely delicious, and before he knew it Chris was holding the prostitute's lifeless body in his arms. They were in a deserted alleyway, rats rummaging through trash cans looking for food. Chris wiped the blood away from the corner of his mouth, gently laying down the woman's body near a trash can. Of course, Chris watched her to see if she did drugs, but she had no marks and for the three hours he kept his gaze on her, she hadn't done anything, either. He caressed the side of her face before apologizing and disappearing into the night, the darkness swallowing him up. He went to his apartment, it wasn't the nicest, but it was something. He showed, threw on a pair of dark khaki's and a black button down shirt. He left the top couple buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
After raking a comb through his hair, he headed out. He was full from his meal. The time neared almost midnight, the streets of New York were alive with club goers and prostitutes looking for late night business, a couple drug deals were going down, but none of that interested Chris right now. He made his way to a local club, one he attended quite often. He made his way through the doors, inside was already pumping with life. Christopher could hear all the combined heartbeats and it almost excited him. So many people, so many different blood types, everyone tasted so differently. He loved it. Chris made his way to the bar, ordering a glass of bourbon.
She had left a voicemail, telling Melanie she needed to get out and come to Journey's, one of the hottest clubs in New York. She used her kidnapping as an excuse to get out and have some fun, get wild. Melanie sighed softly, considering Deliah's offer. Yes, it could take her mind off, just losing herself in shots and loud, invigorating music, hanging out and letting loose, but she was kidnapped in public, taken for an experiment, a study for a creature Melanie always knew as a myth- vampires. They didn't actually exist, did they? But, apparently they did. Her memories proved it. There was one other girl besides Melanie that was in the white, cold room, tied down to a table, an IV needle stuck in their arms. Melanie still had that bruise to prove it, too.
She found herself wondering about the girl, what was her name? They were the only two survivors left. No one else made it out of that building, so why were they spared? What was different about them? Sighing, Melanie decided to go out, so she sent a message to Deliah and told her before she got into the shower, washing the sweat off her body. After her shower, she dried her hair and left it alone. The natural blonde waves hanging down her back. She put on a red halter dress. It hugged at her curves and looked amazing with her skin tone and her blonde hair.
She put on black heels and make-up, topping it off with bright red lipstick. After looking herself over, she got into her silver Sedan and headed to Journey's, where after flashing her ID (though you could be over 18 to get in, just couldn't drink), she met up with Deliah, who was in a dark green and white strapless dress. Melanie took a couple shots with her cousin before following her out to the dance floor.
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Christopher watched the young female from a distance. He was hungry, extremely hungry and she smelled delicious, extremely delicious, and before he knew it Chris was holding the prostitute's lifeless body in his arms. They were in a deserted alleyway, rats rummaging through trash cans looking for food. Chris wiped the blood away from the corner of his mouth, gently laying down the woman's body near a trash can. Of course, Chris watched her to see if she did drugs, but she had no marks and for the three hours he kept his gaze on her, she hadn't done anything, either. He caressed the side of her face before apologizing and disappearing into the night, the darkness swallowing him up. He went to his apartment, it wasn't the nicest, but it was something. He showed, threw on a pair of dark khaki's and a black button down shirt. He left the top couple buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
After raking a comb through his hair, he headed out. He was full from his meal. The time neared almost midnight, the streets of New York were alive with club goers and prostitutes looking for late night business, a couple drug deals were going down, but none of that interested Chris right now. He made his way to a local club, one he attended quite often. He made his way through the doors, inside was already pumping with life. Christopher could hear all the combined heartbeats and it almost excited him. So many people, so many different blood types, everyone tasted so differently. He loved it. Chris made his way to the bar, ordering a glass of bourbon.
