Here's your prologue peoples, tell me if i should continue or what.
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The beat was strong, pulsing through the walls and out into the street, drowning out the hushed conversations outside.
Inside was around four hundred people, each with a blood card, a small peice of red plastic with the club's insignia on it.
Each person, when invited in, received a blood card. That is, if they could get past the big guy at the door.
Five cages with men and women dancing in them. Thrumming music came from the stage in back, the bar was closer to the front.
At the moment, a new band was playing heavy metal, they called themselves Crypt Secret.
most of the occupants danced wildly, strobe lights catching split seconds in freeze frame, only to catch another second of different positions.
the bar was crowded, and suited waitresses walked among the crowd taking money and giving out beverages.
Blades flashed everywhere, No shorter than twelve inches aloud, and no firearms.
No fighting was the rule, but this was a place forged with swords, so swords were supported here, and even flaunted like diamonds in other clubs.
Outside stood about a hundred people hoping for entrance.
On an average night, maybe ten of them would get in.
This was Blood Rave, The hottest night club in all of Japan.
A dark limo slid smoothly to a stop, and a chauffer opened the door.
She was black haired, chocolate brown eyed, with a slim, muscled figure, with a black, skin-tight leather dress that flared near her hips into a suit of armor-like material.
This was Kagome Higurashi, the owner and proprieter of Blood Rave.
"My lady." The chauffer said, closing the door behind her.
She felt generous today.
She looked at the crowd and picked out the juiciest twenty she could see.
She waved them in behind her watching carefully that her hand chosen people were not stopped by the bouncer.
"How's business tonight, Bruno?" she asked him.
"Well, we got 'bout a hundred here, and likely to have two hundred in by midnight." He said, indicating the close knit crowd.
"Good." she said, walking in after her people.
They turned and thanked her vigorously before she shrugged them off and walked back behind the stage. Evanescence and Godsmack were supposed to make guest visits tonight, and she had reserved spots on the playlist for them both.
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Eleven, trench-coated men walked up to the bouncer from across the street.
The eleven were big, verry big.
Bruno held out his arm for them to stop and they did.
They examined the big, large muscled man with indifference.
"We seek Miss Higurashi." The smallest of the men said.
"Do you have a reservation?" Bruno asked, glaring at the men.
They didn't answer him.
"I can't let you in without a reservation card." Bruno said gruffly, dismissing the men for a couple with the bright red passes.
"Excuse me. But i belive this is reservation enough." The short one said, pointing a gun at bruno's head.
"Please, Leave the premisis, sir." Bruno said, getting angry.
"Move." One of the other men said.
Bruno stood his ground.
The short man shot him between the eyes, knocking the bigger one back a few feet, but he stood his ground.
Bruno placed a hand over the hole in his forehead and when he removed it, there wasn't even a scar.
He grinned and crooked, animal-like teeth shone in the semi-darkness.
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Okay, yall, that's your preview. Tell me what you think.
Should i continue? Or just go on with another fic?
Anyways, see ya.
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