Devenworth, VA

10:43 P.M.

The whir of machines could be heard miles away from the small town. It was a classical small town, with the main street, corner drugstore, and family doctor who still made house calls. Things went on just had they had for countless years. Until the factory was built. Then things began to change. Outside people began to move into the small town, some breaking the long-standing segregation of the town. The Civil Rights movement may have passed, but this town still seemed to live in the 50's.

The factory was built in 1989, for the manufacturing of auto parts, which would then be shipped to Michigan. It gave some five thousand people jobs, only five hundred of which were Devenworth natives.

Dameon Williams sighed and looked up at the clock. He was a large black man who worked in the factory. He'd moved here in 1993 for a chance of a better job and a better life. But so far it had not come to him yet. He was stuck in the same place for nine hours a day, sometimes longer. The pay wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.

He smiled when the whistle blew, signaling the end of the workday. It was about time, too. Dameon had been working since 11 that morning. He took his gloves off and punched out of the time clock. He waved to a few of his buddies and they called him over. He went to them.

"Hey man. We was gonna head out to the bar tonight. You gonna come? Should be lots of girls," said one, named Charles Harden. The others nodded to Dameon, encouraging him to come.

Dameon thought about it for a moment, then he nodded. "Yeah, why not?"

His friends smiled and told him where to meet them. Two hours later, Dameon was sitting by himself at the bar in a local club. A place like this would have been nonexistent in Devenworth before 1989, but now it flourished. It was a different kind of club, playing hard rock, techno, and industrial music. A place like that drew a different kind of crowd to it as well. Everywhere Dameon looked, there seemed to be bald men with tattoos on the back of their heads, longhaired men, and people with multiple piercings. Freak bar, Dameon thought to himself.

He heard someone sit in the stool beside him and smiled at the sight. It was a woman, easily one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. She looked over at him and saw his smile. She studied him for a moment before smiling back. She leaned forward and whispered something into his ear, and his smile widened. She fumbled in her purse for a moment, then held her finger out to him. He looked down at it. It was bleeding. He looked at her quizzically, and she put her finger closer to his lips.

He smiled and opened his lips. She put her finger in his mouth and he licked the blood from it. Hey, whatever works, he thought to himself. She smiled and grasped his arm. He followed her, and she led him to a motel.

Almost as soon as the door closed behind them, she was all over him. She kissed him all over, then began to nibble at his neck. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck and felt blood begin to flow. Then he heard a sickening sound. A sucking sound and he realized that this woman was sucking his blood! He freaked and pushed the woman off of him. He tried to get to the door, but someone heavier than the woman jumped him.

None of the other patrons of the motel heard his screams.