Monica and I had been friends since sophomore year of college. She was in my biology class and we were lab partners. We both sucked at science, especially that boring class taught by annoying Dr. Hendrix. We mostly goofed off all the time and we barely passed. But damn did we have fun. Ever since we hang out weekly and have the occasional sleepover when something big happens in our lives.

I got into Monica's apple red Volkswagen Beetle and hugged her tightly. "Hey girl!" she said, grinning.

"Hey," I said with as much happiness as I could muster…which wasn't much. She frowned at me as I buckled up. "Everything okay?" she asked.

"Not really. Mom is being herself, and work was crappy. Like, some days Ken is alright, and other days he is just an asshole to me."

"He's a douche for sure," she said, backing out of my driveway. "But whatever, you're off for the next three days, right?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm thinking of asking Mr. Steward if I can work nights. That way Mom can do more things during the day with the car, maybe see more of her friends and not be so cranky all the time, And I won't have to see Ken. I'd work with Luca, or whatever the new manager's name is."

"That'd be cool, I guess."

"Only downside would be hoping that Mom brings me the car back on time, but we'll see." I messed with her radio. "What club are we even going to?" I glanced at Monica's clothing choice: hot pink tube top that could barely cover all of her large breasts, tight leather miniskirt, and fishnet stockings. I was scared to see what her shoes looked like. "A rave-type club," she said.

"Wow, really?"

"What? I enjoy them!"

"You know, when you invited me, I thought that it'd be at least a little bit tame, but now I know that when it comes to clubs, I can never trust you."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You'll have fun, I swear!"

I grumbled and glared out the window as we got on the freeway.

The club was called "HYPNOTIC" and the sign was written in bold, neon green letters. There wasn't a line, mostly because it had just opened. It was still daylight out and everything. "Why are we even here so early?" I asked Monica as we walked from the parking lot up to the front door.

"To get some drinks while it's still Happy Hour and to get the alcohol in us now before it's too crowded to even get water," she said as she flashed her ID to the bouncer. I fumbled with mine and held it out so he could see it properly, but he just nodded at me and looked away. I put it back in the clutch and followed Monica inside.

After entering the club, the bar was to the right and the huge dance floor was to the left. A sitting area was in between the two, acting as a buffer zone, I figured. The building was as big as a warehouse and was filled with different colors and pumping music. Monica dragged me to the bar that was glass and lit up. Every few minutes it changed to another color. We sat at it and the Hispanic bartender walked over. His accent was very thick and his shirt was way too tight. Monica ordered us some cocktails amidst flirting with him. He grinned and walked away to get our drinks, swinging his hips. "He's gay, you know," I told her.

"Doesn't mean I can't have fun!" she giggled.

Two hours later, the club was getting packed. We were well drunk and spent the time drinking water and running to the bathroom. I came back after my sixth time peeing and fell beside Monica in the sitting area, sighing. "I hope I don't go anymore, because that bathroom line is already starting to get long," I groaned.

"Yeah, everyone is already drinking pretty hard," she said, glancing around at the girls dressed skimpier than her who were stumbling on the dance floor.

"See any hot guys yet?" I asked, crossing my legs tightly. I had drank, which meant I was itching for some action.

"A few, but the bimbos are thirsty tonight."

"We'll find some."

She looked at me, a bit surprised, grinning. "I like it when this Randi-Lee comes out to play! Come on, let's get on the dance floor and shake it."

We got onto the dance floor and started to move our bodies to the heavy beats. The DJ said something about someone requesting Skrillex, and he played a new song that sounded like what I would assume would be the sound of two fax machines getting it on. "What is this shit?" I asked Monica over the bass that shook me to my chest.

"I think it's like dubstep or something?" she replied, cringing. "Brandon likes this crap," she added, talking about her teenage brother.

I didn't like the music at all, but I just let the feel of the beats take over me. I was grinding against Monica playfully and popping my ass out as much as I could. "You look ridiculous!" Monica laughed as she swung her arms above her head like a pop star from the 90s.

"Who cares? It's fun!" I laughed back. I must not have looked too ridiculous, because a couple of guys made their way to us, smiling. Monica immediately started pressing her butt against one's crotch, and I sighed, turning my back to her. I'd be lucky if I saw her again before midnight at that point. The guy attracted to me was alright; his hair was spiked in an ugly fashion and he put on too much cheap cologne, but he wasn't too ugly in the face. I gently rubbed my body against his, his hands on my hips. He kept trying to reach for my thighs, and I kept smacking his hand away or moving so he missed. Eventually I caught the eye of a cuter guy and quickly made my way over to him. Oh, he's super cute. I grinned and pressed my front to his. He gripped my back, smirking. It was looking like I'd get a kiss out of him when his boyfriend came up behind him and started yelling at him. Yikes! I do NOT want to be a part of this. I slinked away to get more water.

From the sitting area, I scanned the dance floor, looking for hotties. I saw a lot of good looking guys, but they were occupied with other girls or weren't into girls at all. I sighed and shrugged, but my hormones weren't having any of that. I felt a tickle down there and bit my bottom lip. I finished off my bottle of water and marched back onto the dance floor confidently. I rocked my body slowly to the music and avoided bumping into anyone. I saw quite a few people pop pills into their mouths and I saw too many skirts hitched up. I looked away from those people and then my eyes locked on a pair of red ones.

Wait, what?

I blinked and stared. Yup, I was seeing it! Red. Eyes. Obvious contacts, but they stood out, for sure. People moved out of the way and I saw whom the eyes belonged to: a tall, muscular African-American man.

Strobe lights flickered to a new song, a slower song. "It's like gold dust, you hear me coming through your speakers," a woman sang beautifully. The man slowly made his way toward me and I felt shivers run across my skin. I managed to get my feet to move and I, too, made my way to him. People bumped into me and stepped on my shoes while he managed to avoid every body that was near him.

And then we were in front of one another. He had dreadlocks that were tied up into a ponytail of sorts. A square face shape, high cheekbones, and big, beautiful lips that looked so kissable. His eyes were most definitely red, piercing red. I felt like they saw through me. Where have I seen him before? I tried to rack my brain, but the alcohol and bright lights made it impossible to think. I could only feel at that moment, and I felt a tingle in my groin that made me press my thighs together. Immediately after I did that, he grabbed me close, so fast that the breath was rushed out of my body, leaving me breathless. His hands were big and his grip was hard. His body itself was incredibly hard. He pulled me close so my bosom was against his large chest. I shakily placed my hands on his shoulders, in awe. He grinned, and man, were his teeth so white. And then his lips met mine. They covered mine and his tongue was deep in my mouth, claiming me, almost. I kissed back, flinching at first at how cold he felt! But I forgot as carnal desire overtook me. Our kiss was hot and made me yearn for more of him.

Next thing I knew, we were in a far corner of the club, a dark one. Panic overtook me as he placed his hands on my thighs and started lifting my skirt up. I broke the kiss and grabbed his wrists. "Wh-what are you doing?" I asked, struggling to catch my breath.

He looked down at me. "You want me to stop?" he asked.

"W-well…" My mother would disapprove so hard right now.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he said, and for some reason, I felt reassured. I just nodded, closing my mouth. His mouth was on my neck, hungrily. He kissed and sucked at my neck, hard, making me moan and grip him. My dress was at my waist now and my panties were on resting on my ankles. Geez, I wasn't expecting this! Even through the immense pleasure, I felt very self-conscious about my lack of shaving or trimming of my nether regions at that time. I began to stiffen and shift uncomfortably. Almost as if he was reading my mind, he actually ran his fingers through my pubic hair, twirling a few longer strands on the ends of his fingers. It made me giggle and my body pressed itself against his hands. His tongue got to my throat and I felt his thumb rub against my most sensitive part. I cried out as another song started and as one of his fingers entered my void.

I managed to pull myself together enough to reach down into his loose cargo pants to wrap my hand around him. Well, that's quite thick indeed. I smirked some and hand my hand up and down the length. It was his turn to groan and he stopped paying attention to my neck, panting. Our eyes met again. His eyes were filled with pure desire. I ran a finger over his end and he gritted his teeth, making me smile. He inserted another finger, for revenge, and I threw my head back, gasping.

We went on like this for maybe a moment longer before an orgasm overcame me. It was pretty intense and made my legs shake. I quickened my strokes and he let out a groan as he, too, climaxed. In a daze, we took our hands from one another. We were both breathing pretty hard, and I suddenly felt awkward. This was the first time I ever hooked up with someone in a club. What do we do now? Wash up and exchange phone numbers? "Well that was pretty awesome," I said weakly.

He laughed some and nodded. I noticed his canine teeth were very long and very sharp…

Oh. He's probably into that stupid vampire fad. Hence the eyes and the fangs. Weird. I smiled, glancing around to see how long the line in the bathroom was. "Um, I'll go now, I guess," I said, putting my underwear back on and pulling my dress down.

"Am I scaring you off already?" he asked me in a slight Cajun accent. I stared at him. Where have I heard that exact voice before? I racked my brain again. Why did this guy seem so familiar to me? "Uh…" I couldn't find a decent response.

"Ah, I see that I am, aren't I?" he asked, leaning in close to me. I suddenly felt trapped, scared. I have to get out of here. I tried to shove him off of me, but he was more solid than a brick wall. He didn't budge even a millimeter. He laughed again and moved out of my way. "Ciao, chile!" he called as I ran away from him, panicking.

I ran through the crowd of dancers on the dance floor. I bumped into a man on accident and he turned to me. His eyes were…red. He growled at me and I screamed and ran around him. Suddenly, everywhere I looked, I saw people with fangs and red eyes. My chest felt tight and I couldn't breathe as I ran around everyone.

After what felt like an eternity, I made it to the restroom. There was no line, and I burst through the door, hitting some chick in the mouth. "OW!" she shouted, but I ignored her and ran to the sink. I stared at my reflection. I looked terrified. I was pale, sweating, breathing hard. My neck had about five red hickeys on it, and I cursed. Time to start wearing my scarves and turtlenecks again. I splashed water on my face and patted it with a paper towel. Monica left a bathroom stall behind me and smiled at me. "Hey, you!" she said. She grinned and walked toward me. "You alright, Randi-Lee?" she asked, her grin disappearing.

"Yeah, just had a guy creep me out," I said, sighing.

"The same one that was leeching off your neck?"

I put a hand on my neck. "Oh, shut up. Do you have any products for these?"

"We can go to my place and see. I'm ready to leave, personally."

"Did everything go alright for you?" I asked as we left together, avoiding the dance floor much to my relief.

"Yeah it was okay. I blew him and then he booked it. Go figure. But I found someone else to make out with after that."

I grimaced at her. "Ew."

"That's why they made breath mints!"

"That's just…yeah, I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Whatever! Let's get some Whataburger."