She walked purposefully through the crowd as her long, black, leather coat whipped behind her.  Her normally brown eyes reflected a honey hue having just fed for the night.  She was confident she had had enough to satiate her appetite.  She wanted no distractions tonight; she had an important meeting and didn’t want her hunger to cloud her judgment.   She spotted her friends at their usual table in her sister’s club.  It was the perfect front for them and owning a nightclub had its perks. For a long time it had provided a myriad of feeding opportunities for her friends but she knew she was going to have to reel them in.  Too many had disappeared and it was time to put a stop to it, for the sake of their anonymity and their own safety.  Jody and Kelly were going to have to do as she wanted and that was that.  Bette knew this was easier said than done, but, for their continued survival, she would have to try. 

This was not the life any of them had asked for.  Perhaps life was not the right word.  This was their afterlife, their nightmare relived night after night.  How they had come to this point was irrelevant.  They would have to start changing their ways.  Too many people had been asking too many questions. Bette took a lot of shit for her choice in behaving differently than her friends and she had been living this way for a while now, refusing to feed on the innocent. Her friends, however, still maintained their old ways of sustaining themselves. Early on in their transformation they had become a makeshift family helping one another meet their needs.  They had been friends in their previous life and continued to be even though such a thing was unheard of.  Most vampires kept to themselves.  Being friends was a way to maintain a small part of their former selves but lately their changing views had put a strain on their relationship.  Kit, Bette’s sister, knew of her ‘condition’ and although it took the better part of a year to convince Kit she wasn’t crazy, it had still been harder to convince Kit she was a lesbian when she was alive.  It made Bette laugh for just a moment. Lesbian vampire.  What a fucking cliché.