Pumping waves of fast paced electronica washed over the crowd of raised arms and sweaty chests. Their feet pounded on the dance floor as the beat twisted its way into their hearts and minds, leading them into a trance. They undulated with each other, hips against hips, arms around necks, lips on lips.

I watched as I danced in my raised glass cage above them, moving and twirling to the beat, occasionally slowing myself and casting my eyes over the crowd. I rocked my head back in a guttural laugh; my fangs bared and became a blur in the glass. The music picked up, blasting through the walls and eardrums of every human and vampire in the crowd. This was it, the crescendo of the music and night.

The bass annihilated every shred of sanity left in the building; a dark haze rolled through the crowd and from the spout above me poured the sweetest rain. I held my hands above my head and then shoved it into my face. The blood ran past my throat and lit me on fire; it beaded and streamed in the dips of my chest and abdomen. It dipped under my thighs, electric to my icy flesh. I ran my hands up my stomach and over my neck, pushing the thick liquid through my hair. My tongue raced around my lips and over my fangs, soaking in the intoxicating nectar.

The music died down, and the crowd slowly dispersed. I showered the blood off my skin and changed out of the soaked shorts, boots, and harness I was wearing for something less conspicuous and took off into the night looking for a meal before the burning sun took its place in the sky.