7: Donor House: Rafe: The Vampire Nightclub

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The nightclub had always been a good place to find people to feed from. Rafe went there at least three times a week, knowing it would be easy pickings. All the humans went there because they knew it was a vampire hangout and they found it exciting, at least until they were picked up by an auctioneer or someone decided to change them, but that wasn’t something any of them worried about until it happened. Knowing they were idiots didn’t stop him from making the most of the club, because being an idiot didn’t make their blood taste any different.

In all the years Rafe had been a vampire he’d never found anyone he’d wanted to change until he saw her. She didn’t look comfortable in the club and from the way her friend had to drag her to the bar he knew that she wasn’t there through choice. Slowly he moved closer, watching them interact, and making it obvious to the vampires around him that she was his.

“We shouldn’t be here,” she said, sounding angry rather than scared.

“Don’t chicken out now. You said you’d come with me and I want to have a drink.”

“The only reason I said I’d come was because I wanted to talk you out of this lunacy. Visiting a club full of vampires is stupid, not exciting.”

“Everyone else does it.”

“Would you jump off a cliff if everyone else did?”

“I hate it when people ask me that. Of course I wouldn’t jump off a cliff because everyone else did and this isn’t comparable.”

She laughed. “The only people who come here are people who have a death wish. It really is comparable with jumping off a cliff.”

“Needing to drink blood to survive doesn’t make vampires evil.”

“I’ve never said it does, which is why I’m a supporter of the donor houses, but at the same time not all vampires are nice people. Just because there are some nice vampires doesn’t mean that the vampires who come here are.” She shivered. “I’ve heard stories about what happens to people who visit vampire nightclubs.”

“They’re just stories. The auctions were banned years ago and I doubt that vampires just go around changing people because they can.”

“Stop being naive. Do you really think that some humans banning the auctions is actually going to have an effect? They still exist and there’s proof of it all over the place if you’ll actually look.”

“Blood whores are a myth.”

“Don’t call them that and they’re not a myth.”

“How would you know?”

She looked at the ceiling. “My cousin was grabbed about six years ago by an auctioneer. He was abandoned by his owner, but by then he was addicted to being bitten and all he does now is look for vampires who’ll bite him.” Biting her lip she looked at her friend again. “Until he wants help there’s nothing we can do for him.”

Sympathy filled her friend’s eyes. “Why didn’t you mention him before?”

“It’s not an easy subject to talk about.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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Lots of foreshadowing in this one; it will be interesting to see how it plays out.