AN: OK... It's only short for now, trying my hand at a slightly different Genre than before though. I might
start writig some longer, full bodied stories when i build my confidence, but for that I'm gonna need some
of that good old Rn'R from you guys. Can be constructive if you like, infact thats the
best kind as it helps me. But Even if you don't R&R, thanks for reading anyhoo. ;-)

A Night in a Bar

“What will you have?” he asked his companion.

Thinking a moment she answers as assertively as possible.

“A glass of Wine… please!” He smiled.

“Bartender!”, “Red Wine for the lady please... and the same for me.” He was too enthralled with the women
sitting next him to notice the bartender shake his head in disgust.

“Nice dress… you suit blue, you should dress like that more often.”

“Thanks” she says meekly, her cheeks flushed pink, her pretence of confidence blown away like the wind.
It had been along time since she had last done this. She couldn’t bring herself to compliment him,
although she couldn’t help but notice how wonderful he looked and asked herself for the millionth time
if this was really the right thing to do.

Misty smoke swirled around their bar stools and feet, it was so thick that they couldn't see any part
of the floor in the bar.

The bartender places the glasses of wine on the glass counter with a clink.

Aberrant pale faces stared at them unflinchingly from around the club.

“Shall we sit somewhere else?” His voice, soft.

“Yes!”

He leads her to a secluded spot in the far corner room, separated from the main bar by a small red
curtain far from those looming eyes.

As he walks he cuts through the foggy smoke that swirls around his legs.

The bar and room was extremely dimly lit.

The chairs were padded with maroon leather.

They sat behind a small table. A flickering candle in the centre eluminates them, the light playing a
game of tag on their faces giving them an almost demonic look.

She sat at the north corner he sat at the east.

He sipped his wine in silence as she watched him.

The Bar filled with eerie music that was a kind of slow tortured rock. It made conversation difficult.
She moved in closer to him. His after shave intoxicated her.

She smiled. This place didn’t seem like his style. They both looked out of place.

“This is an interesting place you brought me to…”

There is a moment’s silence.

“It was the only place I was sure that we could go without either of us being recognised or noticed."

She rasied an eyebrow at that... they both stood out like sore thumbs.

“Why? What would be wrong with people seeing us?” She teased, she knew as well as he did what they
were doing here.

There was another silence, his face held a note of confusion. Perhaps he had presumed wrong, maybe
she had no intention to…

“I thought that we…” he looked at her face intently, embarresment soon masking his confusion.
“I’m sorry… I think I’ve made a mistake...”

She moved closer again stopping his motion to leave.

Her breasts pushed up on his chest.

Her tongue escaping her mouth to lick his ear lobe.

“No you didn’t!” She purred into his ear.

She roughly ran her hands through his soft brown hair positioning his head to get access to the
sensative skin of his neck, to suck and nibble lightly on him there.

He gasped at the gentle prick and closed his eyes... he felt laughter bubble up from his chest
but it caught in his throut when it was then he felt the sharp pain.

His warm blood gushed out from his neck as her teeth punctured his artery. He opened his mouth
to shout, surprised to hear only a low moan. Snapping his eyes open he tried to move, his body
too weak. He could feel himself fading slowly into darkness. Pain mixed with pleasure as she
cotinued to feed. Feeling his essence escaping him, leaving to a place he was afraid to visit, he
let out a last and final scream, there was silence, he felt his soul ripped from his body.

It was too late, she had already pulled back, his body lay limp and dead in her arms. Breathing
heavily she licked her lips clean of his blood, savoring this rare oppertunity.

He watched impassively at the lifeless body that was his, from above . Watched as she took a knife
from her purse, running a loving hand through his hair, she slit her rist.

Thick deep red blood welled up fast.

Manipulating him so his mouth lay open she let her life fluid fall and splash on his lips and tounge.

Just as suddenly as he had left he was being pulled forcefully back.

His mouth on fire, his taste buds screaming for more, his eyes snapped open, sitting up he locked eyes
with his companion, moving his gaze to her blood soaked arm down to her slit rist. Bringing it to his
mouth he covered the wound and drank deeply, quenching what felt like centuries of thirst, feeling his
body fill with power and energy. He watched as her eyes cloud over.

Watching him through her lashes she moaned, feeling her strength withering. Reluctantly she pulled away.

There was much she had to teach this new one. She feverently hope that he would not turn out like the others,
consumed by their need for human blood that they had stopped being the people she had loved, had wanted to
spend her eternal years with.

Her now golden eyes glowed in the dark room for a moment clashing with her sort blond locks, before
turning to their origional green as she took his hand.

He trembled in her touch, she tightened her grip, a soft voice filled his mind, she spoke in a
language he could not understand, reasured never the less, they stood, and together headed into the night.

The End

AN: Terrible huh?!