The club was dark, and the music loud. All around her people moved, dancing, talking, arms around each other, moving to the music. Most were dressed in black, but she could see plenty of flesh in the exposure of the strobing blue light. She herself was dressed in only a light filmy skirt and a tight top that bared her midriff.
Caught in the occasional light, she saw the gleam of luminescent eyes and exposed fangs, as the hunters moved amidst the prey, taking whoever they willed. She was prey herself, and the thrill of fear at being helpless if chosen sent chills down her spine. She moved through the crowd, seeking a spot on the dance floor where she could lose herself in the beat of the music.
Near one of the cold walls, she found a small area in the throng where she could begin to move, and watch the people around her move with her in half-caught glimpses. She watched, and saw movement of bodies touching, a kiss, hands touching flesh, heads raised in pleasure, even the very occasional neck bared to someone's lips. The crowd continued to move around her, touching, and she moved herself, to the music and the thrill of fear.
Before her, a tall thin blonde woman appeared, wearing a long leather jacket, halter top, and shorts. The woman grinned and moved to join her, and suddenly the fear was real, and her hart was thudding, and for a moment she stopped moving. The blonde reached out a hand, and ran it down her face, and smiled again. Then the dance began again.