Chapter Four

**Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters. Stephenie Meyer is the sole owner of the Twilight series.

It was a little too sunny for my liking today. The stupid people on the news got the weather forecast way wrong. Ninety percent chance of rain my butt.

I had plans to explore this lovely town and figure out where the best clubs are hiding. I also needed to find good spots to dump all the bodies I…uh…well, you know.

Instead, I have to stay camped out in my house all freaking day. This blows. But thank god the sun will be setting soon. I hate being cooped up all day in a house. It drives me crazy. There is nothing to do besides sit and hang out. So boring.

I just want to get out and see this place. I want to see how lively this small, little town is and I especially want to see what kind of food this place has! I hope they've got good eating or else I'll be really disappointed.

I spent half the day going through different search engines trying to find maps of this place. I searched for the different clubs around here and it seems like all the reviews show that a club called Moonlight is the best place for partying. One review said that "…the atmosphere is fun, lively, energetic, and it's a must-have experience for anyone…"

Oh, this should be interesting.

I strode up to the front of the long line to get into Moonlight. Already, I liked this place. Heads kept turning so fast that I could swear these humans might break their necks. With just a little bit of flirting, the bouncers let me in through the velvet ropes. Sweet. I like the classy service they have in this town.

Inside, a little man in a red coat was standing at a podium. Behind him were the closed doors to the club, I'm guessing. I could hear loud music pounding behind the doors and best of all, I could hear the thudding of many racing heartbeats.

"Welcome to Club Moonlight! I would offer to take your coat, but I see you're not wearing one."

I just stared at him. He seemed really nervous. "Can I go in yet?"

"Uh s-sure. Of ..of course. Oh, are you here with a big group of people?"

What the hell? Do you see anybody else around me? "No. I'm not."

"Oh, you just…"

"Whatever." I walked past this annoying, stuttering man and pushed open the doors. I'm hungry and when I'm hungry, I get aggravated very easily.

The smell of sweat and alcohol instantly filled my nose as I entered the giant room. People were crowded all over the place like ants at a picnic…although I'm the one getting the delicious food. Dancers moved like a giant swaying mass under the flashing lights and pounding music. Along the walls, booths were packed tight with people drinking and laughing and having a good time.

So many humans in such a small place. This is perfect. I'm definitely going to be eating well tonight.

I went up to the counter and took a seat on one of the stools. The bartender was pretty adorable. He still had the cute boyish features and he brought me a drink on the house. But lucky for him, he's not what I'm looking for tonight.

I put on my best flirtatious smile and turned back to face the dance floor. Immediately, I was approached by two guys. It made me laugh to watch how hard they were trying to act older, but it was so freaking obvious that they were only teenagers. I'd say eighteen or nineteen. My question is how did they get into a fancy, little place like this? Oh, well. That doesn't really matter to me. I think the shorter one will be my snack and then the taller, handsomer one will definitely be my main course. Then I can come back for dessert and a little fun.

It took all I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes with all the stupid pick-up lines these guys were telling me. Fake laughing is a lot harder than it looks. I really was about to just forget them and move on to someone else.

But then I got my opportunity. All I had to do was bat my eyes, smile big, and seductively ask, "Is there any where the three of us can go to have a little fun on our own?"

Their eyes were huge. "Yes!" They both said simultaneously and very energetically.

"Somewhere not too far from here, okay boys? We're going to have to come back for some more drinks and dancing later."

After that they led me through a back door...well, they thought they were leading me. Little did they know, I was really leading them. But oh how I love back doors in clubs. They make my work so much easier. And it's funny how all the back doors usually end up in an alley way…even if I make sure of it before hand.

The minute the door shut behind us and I knew no one was around, I stopped walking. "Hey, guys?"

They both watched me with bright, excited eyes. Aw, poor guys. I kinda feel bad. They were expecting a night they would never forget. Hmm, I guess this could count as one of those nights…because nothing will ever make them forget their murder.

I grabbed the bigger one first and bashed his head into the bricks. No, I didn't kill him! I just needed him to take a little nap while I ate his friend. Boy, did his friend look freaked. He also was so dumb by thinking that he could take me on.

My one tiny hand wrapped around the guy's too tight of a t-shirt and I pressed him up against a wall. He made a small sound in the back of his throat and oh god, that made the burning in my throat worsen.

I nuzzled the small spot on his neck where I could feel his heart racing. I could feel the blood pumping hard through his veins. His fear made just about everything a whole lot better.

Then I couldn't torture this poor kid anymore. It took too much energy to try and restrain…even if restraining meant creating more fear in this human. Fear is always fun…although, I've constantly been told to never play with my food.

Well, I've had enough fun with this guy for the night. It's time to mercifully end his sorry little life. I bit down into his delicate flesh, and his gooey, warm blood flooded in my mouth.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Oh, crap. My food doesn't talk.

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