Clara felt the beat of the music underneath her heels. The pulsing of multicoloured lights, the smell of alcohol, sweat and faintness of lust hung in the air as the dancers mingled with each other in the middle of the dance floor. The girl swaying their hips provocatively in their skin tight dresses, and a few of the more confident boys joined in. There was laughter in the corners of the teenagers allowed into the club, holding onto half empty glass of liquor, while ignoring the warnings their parents gave them about staying out far too late.
Clara sighed, she was no different, she held onto her can of coke nervously between her pale hands. Her friends had decided it would be a grand idea to drag her off into the Pandemonium; a night where she could 'not be such a bore' as they said... and now she had lost sight of them in the crowd. She felt the straps of her heels dig into her ankles, and the black dress she wore was much too short for her liking, but it wasn't as if she wore dresses often. This outfit was forced upon her by one of her friends Madison.
She was so distracted in her thoughts, she had barely any time to register that a figure had leaned itself right next to her. She turned to face a boy. Quite handsome one at that! He had blonde curling hair, that brushed against his forehead, his skin was so pale and fair without a blemish in sight. His eyes were blue, a striking blue framed by thick brown lashes much darker than his hair colour. What struck her the most though was the unnatural thinness of his body.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" his eyes raked across her body.
"Actually I'm not by myself, I came here with my friends," she said, looking away from him.
"But they're not here, are they? You're by yourself, so, why don't you come hang out with me?" he reached out to touch her arm, but Clara got up from her seat at the bar,
"Actually, it's getting rather late, so if you'll excuse me," she moved away from him, leaving the can of coke on the bar, and hurrying away from the stranger. She opened the doors to the club, abandoning the thought of meeting up with her friends and focusing more on getting home before midnight.
Clara walked down the darkened streets, her heels clicking along the sidewalk, she winced as the straps of her heels dug into her ankles. Her thoughts were filled with the promise of a warm bed and a good nights rest. She was so distracted she didn't notice the dark figure following her, until it reached out and pulled her into the alley. A cold hand clasped over her mouth and muffled her screams. Her back hit the brick wall of the building behind her and her hands were pinned next to her.
Her attacker was the boy from the club. His eyes were glinting dangerously in the moonlight, and he grinned, revealing sharp fangs that poked from underneath the top of his lip.
"It's a shame really," he leaned forward as he spoke, "if you had just gone with me, I would have only drunk a little blood, but now, I think I'll take your life along."
He opened up his mouth and before she could scream out loud again, his teeth clamped down on the side of her neck. She gave a gasp, pain piercing her nape and the sounds of gulping was heard in the abandoned alleyway. The pain faded and she found herself unable to move; black dots invaded her vision, her head swam, she felt dizzy and she felt her knees about to colapse from underneath her.
Just as her eyes were closing, the weight of the body pressing against her was gone and she crumple onto the floor. The boy that had pinned her to the wall had dropped against the garbage. She felt herself get picked up and pressed against another body. The figure was murmuring, but she couldn't hear any word being spoken, her eyes closed and her vision went black.