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.
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