Okay, here is another chapter. Again, another short one. I am really sorry bout that. I swear, after I get past the stuff thats written out by hand, I'll make the chapters longer.

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With a resignated sigh, Squall drew the clingy girl with him into one of the clubs conveniently available back rooms. The girl grinned in hopes of having a tumble in the hay with the mysterious rock star and complied when he proceeded to chain her to the wall with well placed cuffs.
The room Squall has chosen was theme based. A turn of the century castle dungeon, equipped appropriatly for occupants masochistic fetishs. Whips and 'toys' lining the wall next to the door.
The girl started to get excited when Squall smiled seductivly and started to unbutton her shirt, plaving butterfly kisses down her pretty cheek.
The farther down Squall got, the hungrier he and his attentions got. With the twits head tilted back, he kissed and licked and lightly blew cool air over her senstatized throat, teasing a set of 'fake' fangs over her jugular vein. Or so she thought.
Without so much as an indrawn breath for warning, Squall slammed her body into the wall and clamped onto her throat, delving his razor edged canines deep into the waiting vein below her flesh.
A shrill scream that barely lasted a few seconds tore from Rinoa's chest. Those in the club that knew Squall for what he was, prepared to dispose of the body when he was finished. Those who didn't know Squall for anything more then a rockstar cheered at the scream, mistaking it for something else.
Minutes after the scream died, Squall emerged back onto the dance floor, alone, a pale glow about him. Again he was swamped by the masses as the music pulsed around them and the beating hearts drew his attention once more.
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Kovanicka: I'm really sorry these chapters are so short. I'll try to get them longer. Review pwease!!!