The room seems filled with fog, but there are no fog machines. I catch a glimpse of myself in one of the many mirrored surfaces, a steady stream of white, red, and black, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, and my height enhanced by red platform boots. My makeup makes me look irresistible tonight. Whoever I want…

This sudden confidence is overwhelming, and I grin, revealing the fangs. I turn to the surging dance floor, observe the prey- most of which I already know- and dive in. Within moments I feel a presence behind me, the heady smell of a man heats my insides. I turn around, dance closer to him, secretly watching the others over his shoulder. He is no one I know. Good. It will be easier.

The others take no notice of us as they writhe against one another, in slow motion compared to my quickened movements. I grab my meat’s hand and lead him upstairs, to the loft. He is all too willing, already drunk. I pull him to a corner and position myself on top of him, kissing his face and neck. He moans.

I bite.