I laid staring up at the ceiling from the bar-top of the small establishment chosen for the nights outing. It was a charming location, but then again anything was better than those massive new-age clubs that the clan insisted on frequenting, with the strobe lighting and the mind numbing stuff they call music. It was a simple, low key, neighborhood bar. Or, rather, it WAS...and may very well be once again sometime in the near future, when the police tape had cleared. Right now though, it was a murder scene. Although 'massacre' might be a more appropriate term.
My arms hung down over either side of the bar and I wiggled my fingers slowly, the blood that stained them now drying by the second and tightening the skin up a bit. Overall, the whole interior of the place had taken on a dark red tint, as had we.
Asher sat motionless on the tiled floor after having found a spot free of any crimson puddles. His clothing disheveled, his hair spiked about more wildly than usual and the once white shirt he wore was now decorated in patches of bright red. Among the patches, a few clear hand prints could be made out as if he had just had an encounter with a toddler who had been finger-painting. He loosened his tie almost in a daze. Poor boy, I hope he hadn't eaten one that didn't agree with him. With all the junk some humans put into their bodies in this age it wouldn't be out of the question.
The others that had come with us were scattered about the general area. Two playing pool while the other three still fed.
Most of those who had been here when we arrived were already dead, while the final handful would be soon to follow. I could hear the heartbeats grow more and more faint by the second, even over the crashing pool balls and intermittent gurgling of the humans attempting to take in a breath. There had been 15 in total and at current time four still fought against death...but just barely.
I licked at the corner of my mouth and took in a quick metallic zing from a stray trickle of blood on my lips. Rolling over onto my side I propped my head up onto my hand and watched the others like a mother watching over her brood.
It was odd, but even still, Aidan's words remained with me, and may have even accounted for the reason I had accepted Asher's invitation in the first place. Maybe not the only reason, but still, it was definitely a factor.
With a mental shrug a slight smile of satisfaction played at the corner of my mouth. We should probably clear out before daylight or the police arrive. Not that the men-in-blue really held any power. Even they work for us. Well...the smarter ones that value their bodies remaining in one piece anyway. And while I'd hate to admit it, at a time like this King's group making a cameo appearance would be as big a nuisance as the sun. Not for me, obviously, but for the others. Unlike them I can withstand the suns rays, and I'm positive I could hold my own against a bunch of kids playing superhero.
((Ala crap, but there it is. *slaps pc* >.<))