[ Rated M for violence, language, horror]
[Natora's first Post]
Blinking lights, warm bodies, loud music that would turn any normal person deaf, a DJ that knows what they're doing. What more could a group of friends who had recently finished their exams for the year want? Genevieve was out for the first time in a long time with three of her girl friends from school. Truly, what more did fourth year students really want to do at the end of it all?
It had been Tiffany's idea that they go out and find a good place to celebrate. "Come on, girls! It will be fun! It will be just the girls and some time to let our hair down. It's not like we have to study or make sure we're ready for the next test or write a ten page paper anymore. Please?" she pleaded with her three best girl friends. They had met during one of their first year courses, all setting out for degrees in history with different motivations. From that point on, the girls had been inseparable, making sure to take all the courses they could together. Nicki and Veronica quickly agreed and it didn't take much more to convince Genevieve that it was time to get out and let loose a little bit after four months of studying wars, timelines, and motives.
"Fine," Genevieve acquiesced after four more minutes of persuasion. "But only if we go out and visit the community hot tub tomorrow." She loved being in the warm water and could always feel relaxed after a nice rest against the jets. The other three agreed easily and that was that.
Yes, tonight was certainly a night to let loose and forget all the useless, and useful, information they had attained in the last semester. At least that was what their third drink was telling them. Genevieve was starting to believe it too. Now they weren't drinking so much as to be useless adults who would throw up as soon as they went to the bathroom, but they were certainly allowing all their inhibitions to float away. Now, dressed in jeans and a low cut top, Genevieve didn't seem to be searching for much attention more than the want to look attractive. She wore red flats that matched he colour of her top and had on some basic jewellery with her hair twisted in a fancy ponytail but it was fairly clear that her intentions were not to grab a guy but rather to make sure that she had fun with her friends. Tiffany was the only one of their group that was wearing anything that resembled wanting attention, with her short dress with long sleeves and a scooped neck that revealed her cleavage well. But that was Tiffany's style and Genevieve still loved her friend even though they obviously had greatly different motivations.
The good room was one of those clubs that was populair enough to be good, but not well known enough that it was hard to get into. It was absolutely perfect for those who did not have much money to spend, or those who wanted to spend their evenings being groped by men who did not know how to keep their hands to themselves. THe good room was safe, and was very proud of this well known fact about them. Drinks were affordable without being cheep, and mixed unto perfection by the lovely bartenders that worked in the newest club in New York. Everyone seemed to have fun, the entire place was buzzing with life and the good moods of everyone in there. Those that were not dancing were chatting with friends or strangers that they had met just moments ago. The entire place felt warm and comfortable. With bouncers keeping an eye out to make sure everyone was safe and behaving
In the meantime, a few miles away from the busy club. Leopold was sitting on his luxery couch in his appartment in Manhatten. Having a good time watching "cakeboss". He loved that kind of bullshit. Watching people bake incredible cakes and getting angry over absolutely nothing. It was his guilty-pleassure, this, and watching cooking-networks all day long if he could. He muttered angrily when the commercials came on, and pushed himself up from the couch to walk over to the Kitchen. His cats came into action as soon as he did, running around his legs in the hope they could get him to feed them some of those cookies he had for them. Or even better, some wet-food! For the latter they needed to really give it their all! Mewing, cute staring, purring, and bumping their little heads against Leopolds legs. "No, I wont fall for it this time" He warned his cats as he poured himself a glass of wine. His cats did not stop though, they just stepped up their game!
Nobody in the club could hear what was going on just outside. A few started to scream just at the door as the doorman came tumbling into the building, his hand on his troath as he was covered in blood. As a few people wanted to run out, they were stopped and easily tossed back into the building. Four men entered the club and closed the doors behind them, locking them to make sure nobody was to get out, or get in. The doorman was gasping for air as he fel down on his knees. How could he not have stopped this? He felt someone placing his hand on his shoulder and looked up at one of his colleges who had come up running. "what . what is going on?" He asked as he watched those four pale men that stood at the door. They looked sick, like drugged out addicts. He gently removed the hand of his friend from its troath and let out a small gasp as he saw that his entire neck was nearly ripped off. It was then that the doorman fell down, and lay silently in a puddle of his own blood.
While people tried to get away from the four men, one of them stepped forward and smiled a big old grin. "Feast my brethren. For these sheep are nothing but the food to us gods!" the man said loudly as he grapped the first person he could catch. The girl screamed as he pulled her close, his teeth already tearing at her troath, while his friend started their slaughter. Kiling without drinking, drinking blood without killing.