“There’s going to be a gathering,” the rumors said, “of the lady vampires who prey on this city.” They pointed to a speakeasy in the warehouse district on the weekend of a new moon. Those who didn’t dismiss the rumor out of hand vowed to stay away.
But not you, of course.
There was something inside you that tugged at you to be there and just…make yourself available to them. The thought of a vampire preying upon you made your heart race—and not entirely out of fear. You weren’t sure what to expect, but you cleared your calendar for that day.
You picked out something nice to wear that showed off the gentle curve where your neck met your shoulders, accentuated with a pretty choker. Black lipstick, eyeliner done just so. Exactly what you thought must appeal to a creature of the night.
You arrived at the speakeasy, taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself before crossing through into a room full of very spooky women whose heads swiveled toward you in unison, eyes showing hunger.
After a long, silent moment, one said, “you’re not a vampire either, are you?”