<Dreadulus> On the Job

By Dreadulus

The club was full of life. The dance floor was crowded with men and women engaging in various dance moves. He eyed his spot across the floor and began to move. Like a wedge, he pushed way through the crowd heads turned to notice him but he would pass by without regard to anyone.

He sat down on the dais. From his perch he could see the entire clubs activities, even the blowjob in the corner to his right. Like a lion on the plains, he waited. She would come. He would be there when she arrived. Tonight would be the night he would conquer, the night he would drink from her cup.

He sat stone-faced, women would ask him to dance (amongst other things). He would politely refused each request. He finally decided to get a drink, it would look more normal if he sat there with something.

As if on queue, the music changed. The song "Sweetest Taboo" began to play. He knew she was here, he could feel it. He saw her and waited for her to reach him. She arrived after getting a drink and they moved to a booth in the back.

"I’m glad you decided to show up."

"Well I’m glad you were here."

"Missed you the last couple of nights."

"Been too tired to come out, work has been a real bitch lately."

"Oh, sorry to hear that."

"I wish I was as well off as you were, then I wouldn’t have to work."

"Trust me. This lifestyle actually has some disadvantages!"

"Like?"

"Like mainly being a night person, I hardly get up in the mornings anymore."

"Like a Vampire?"

"Watch your mouth!"

"What did I say?"

"Sorry. I just hate that term. It was a nickname I was called when I was a child."

She kissed him. He eagerly accepted her apology. They continued to chat and dance.

"It’s getting late."

"Why don’t you call in sick."

"I could, I guess, but I’m not sure."

"I’m sure."

He lunged at her neck. She moaned in ecstasy. He knew he had won. She was his tonight, and if he had his way…forever!

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"Aren’t you glad you didn’t go work."

"Actually I’m working right now!"

"What!?"

"My job is survival."

She grabbed him. He struggled, but could not shake her grasp. With fangs bared she bit deeply into his neck and drank. She left the lifeless body on the bed, dressed and left the house. She walked a few paces and waited.

The building began to burn. She watched until satisfied turned and left. The club would reopen tomorrow night.