It wasn't Gypsy's fave place in the whole city, but it was the only place she really knew. So sighing she added her feet to line waiting to get in the door. Her dress was a bit short for her liking, but it got the attention of the bar tender, so she'd pulled it out of her closet. The typical LBD hit mid thigh, slick boots ending at mid calf looked as if it they were trying to chase the skirt up. Slopped front to give the bar tender his desired cleavage and backless to show off her toosh. Gypsy hated this dress.

As she made her way to the door man, she tugged on the skirt once for good measure and handed the bouncer her I.D. Fake though it was, she didn't care. She gave the bouncer her best smile as he let her in and gave her butt a good looking at. Men, one thing she could remember about them is that you couldn't live with 'em, and you surely couldn't live without 'em.

She walked into the dance club hit with how loud the music was. Mmmm, The Tequila. She gave a quick look around before heading over to the bar. She found a seat and waited for the bartender to come take her usual order of vodka. She really didn't know what else she could drink, it was just the first thing that stayed down the night she woke up in Manhattan… well besides blood when she figured out that was what she was thirsting for. And she really didn’t want to test anything else.

Maybe someone here knew who she was, she surely would like to know...

Nechelle had been on her way to the White Mice, as was her custom, but decided to see what was happening at the Tequila before making her way over to meet her crowd.

The line was decent so she stood in line, something she didn’t have to do at the White Mice. There was no trouble getting in and she checked her coat up front and turned to the bar and floor to see what the mood of the room was like.

It seemed everyone was in a good mood and there to party. This was something Nechelle needed, but here she had some anonymity.

Tonight she was in a rare mood and decided to dress outside of the usual attention getting pastels, instead she wore all black. The outfit began with an open latex halter top, held together front and back by leather strapping, covered her torso. To complement the top she wore latex pants that disappeared into knee high black stiletto boots. The outfit complimented by a silver choker that covered her neck, a broad silver belt that curved down in the front and back ending in a point and the stilettos were silver in nature.

She was on the hunt for a one night lover and did not want to catch that cab back to her empty house tonight. Man or woman did not matter and before the Amman Ariel put a psychic block on her to inhibit her memory of vampires, friend and foe alike, mortal or immortal. It did not matter.

She decided to start with a drink. Making her way up to the bar she found herself next to a younger woman wearing a revealing dress that clearly was not her style. “Vodka rocks,” Nechelle said to the bartender. Turning her attention to the young lady besides her, “Hello darling, can I buy you a drink?”

Gypsy turned shocked eyes at the young lady next to her. She had not noticed the people coming and going around her, so deep in her own thoughts that she was. She looked down at her empty vodka glass in her hands and smiled.

"Sure. That would be lovely, thank you." She said in an accented voice, admiring her new companions out fit. Not quite Gypsy's style, but the girl did look damn good. "Gypsy." She said holding her hand out to the lady. The hands a bit rough from her mechanical hobbies.

God will I ever find another vampire here? Gypsy thought I don't even know how to tell them from any other in the crowd.

Perhaps this girl could sustain Gypsy’s many appetites for tonight. She would continue her search for kin at another time.

When the girls hand touched Gypsy's, she gave it a little suggestive rub along with a smile to melt the coldest heart.

She took her hand into hers, “Nechelle,” she replied. At first she noted the flirtation in the handshake and then something familiar in the odd coolness it possessed. Nechelle felt as though she had felt something like this before. In deed she had many times over in a time of her life she no longer remembers.

Looking at the bartender she said, “Make that two.” The bartender placed both drinks on the counter and Nechelle dropped a twenty in his palm saying, “keep the change and make sure you stay near.”

Picking up her glass she took a drink, all the while examining the young woman in front of her with her eyes. “I am going to be up front with you Gypsy. Tonight is about adventure, sex and partying for me. Is this something you can be a part of or should I move along in my search, but before you answer I need to warn you I am not exactly what you see.”

Gypsy smiled. This girl was just what she was looking for. Gypsy downed the vodka and placed the cup back on the bar.

"Baby, no one is what they seem. Adventure and sex sounds good to me. Give me a moment to freshen up, this dress is killing me.* Gypsy gave a little laugh at her remark... "I will be back in a moment, I will pay for next round."

Gypsy made her way to the restrooms. This would be a night to remember.

Nechelle watched as the young thing walked away admiring the shape of things to come.

Taking a drink from her glass and looking at the people in the club for a few minutes she noticed that a play acquaintance that she usually met at another club had recognized her and came over.

“Amanda,” Nechelle blurted happily and pulled her in for a full mouth kiss in greeting.

Gypsy made her way through the dancing throng of people, a smile on her face even though the dress kept riding up her thighs. 'I wonder what she will think when I take that first bite and fill myself up with her blood?' Gypsy thought as she pushed her way through the bathroom door.

Gypsy pulled her lipstick out of her purse as she made it to the mirror. A light pink rounded off with a darker pink around the edges, blended just right to give off a fading appearance. After double checking her makeup, Gypsy makes her way back to the bar. Nechelle Seemed to be immersed in a conversation with another person.

Gypsy quietly sat down not interrupting anything and ordered four more vodkas, sliding two over Nechelle's way and keeping two for herself. Gypsy begins to sip slowly on the first drink and watches.

Amanda this is Gypsy. Gypsy, I think you will like Amanda here she is someone who loves a good time too. Handing one of the vodka’s to Amanda she says, “Keep my new friend warm for me will you,” giving a knowing wink to Gypsy that easily said have fun.

“I will be right back; I need to catch up with my bitches over there.” In a flash, she was off.

Amanda pushed up near to Gypsy, smelling sweet. “That’s our Nechelle; so serious by day, but oh my God by night.” Amanda downed the drink, “so why don’t you tell me about yourself sweetie.”

Nechelle cut through the crowd to a table where three other women sat, by the looks of the trained eye, vampires.

Gypsy put down her glass and finished off her last gulp. Holding out her hand in greeting Gypsy said... "It is very nice to meet you Amanda" A shocked look crossed over Gypsy's face as Nechelle disappeared. Handed off again. Gypsy quickly took back control of her face and looked Amanda in the eyes. A bright smile on her lips.

"Well, I am a mechanic and artist, but I work in a gas station near Mercy Hospital three nights a week. You??"

Gypsy finished off her first glass and started on her next. Gypsy studied Amanda closely, memorizing this beauty's curves and skin tone. She smelled... what was the word? Devine! It was hard to focus now, the alcohol starting to take effect. After this last Vodka, she would have to hold off a while.

Nechelle walked over, greeted her friends, and made plans with them for about ten minutes while Amanda kept her sure thing warm for her.

Meanwhile Amanda was listening to the cute mechanic artist that Nechelle left her left to entertain. While Gypsy talked she played out possible scenarios for the night that could include her friend Nechelle and this cutie in front of her.

“That’s interesting Gypsy, I would have guessed in you in a very different profession. I am an economics analyst myself. I work up at the hospital with Nechelle. Hey, we could all get together for lunch one of these days if you are just down the street like that.”

Picking up her drink, she took a sip, looking over the glasses edge at her companion.

Gypsy looked over at Amanda. "Don't let the LBD fool you chere, I don't wear this kind of thing often." Gypsy gave this belle fleur a sweet promising smile. "Hu? Oh, Sorry shh-u-ga, don't do days. I'm night shift. It's quieter." Gypsy finished off her last drink and slid the glass to her admiring bar tender. Giving him a little wink.

Taking it for an invite the bar tender sauntered over. "Need another drink baby? On me."

"Sure handsome. Give me an extra Bloody Mary and make it snappy." She leaned over and gave him is reward. A strait shot stare down the front of her dress and a kiss on the cheek.

As he went off to make the drink Gypsy turned her attention back on Amanda. "So what does a economics analyst do? I don't have much schoolin' so big words like that confuse lil' ol' me belle fleur." Gypsy trailed a finger down Amanda's neck line.

Amanda smiled, putting her drink down onto the counter and taking the finger that was making its way down her neck into her hand.

Slowly sucking the finger into her mouth she smiled at Gypsy slowly pulling it back out, her teeth slightly grating. The bartender had returned with the drink by then and was just standing there taking in the show. Amanda ignoring the audience says, “Economic analysis consists of putting resources in and then seeing what return you get out of it.”

With that, she slid a little closer to Gypsy.

Nechelle meanwhile had made her way back around to the bar and was smiling at the two she had left behind to be acquainted. This was working its way up to being a nice evening.

Walking up behind Amanda, she wrapped her arm around her waist and kissed her on the neck giving a Gypsy a come-hither look while she did it. “Are we warmed up yet ladies,” she asked with a mischievous smile.

Gypsy shivered as she felt the teeth drag across her skin. God this woman was good. Things were getting interesting. Gypsy would have her fill this night.

"That sounds boring. Maybe I could liven your night a bit." Gypsy said to Amanda. She then turned to the bar tender and smiled. " Thank you honey, now be on your way." She took the drink and shooed the bar tender, who left rather reluctantly. They needed to get a new selection of Bar tenders. This was getting tedious.

Gypsy took in a deep smell from Amanda as she slid closer. This lass was hot to trot!

"Oh yes, warmed up nicely Lass. Let's say we scamper on out of here loves and make our own night? There's a nice hotel not to far from here." Gypsy slid the Bloody Mary to the girl down the bar. She looked like she was having a rough night, then stood up pulling Amanda up into her arms.

Amanda looked back at Nechelle with a smile and said, “That sounds just wonderful.”

The two women started grabbing their things to get ready to go exchanging codes between them in recognition of their excitement.

As they stood up one of the vampire females that Nechelle had gone over to greet earlier walked over and said, “Maybe you can stay a little while longer; we can make it worth your while.” This uninvited guest looked at Gypsy with a look that said, this one is our friend and now we know your face.

Nechelle gave the vampire a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “Oh sugar I am sure you would, but I think I will go all the same.”

With that, she turned and looked at Gypsy and Amanda and said, “Let’s go.”

Gypsy gave the new girl an "I don't give a shit" look then smiled. "Don't worry honey, she'll come back to you alive and well." Then thought I don't kill my lunch.

Gypsy stood up and fixed her skirt. All she wanted was blood, sex, and a warm bed to sleep in. Gypsy sighed and grabbed the bar tenders leather jacket from behind the bar.

"Hey baby, don't mind if I borrow this do you. I promise I will bring it back tomorrow night and give you a bit of fun too."

"No sexy, go ahead. I will see you tomorrow night."

"Thanks honey." She pulled the jacket on and gave the girls a thumbs up to go.

Amanda and Nechelle bundled up and followed Gypsy out the door.

Huddled together not so much to stay warm but to keep the heat the two future victims exchanged familiar looks and thoughts as they reminisced about many similar escapades.

Amanda had never felt the bite of the vampire before, but Nechelle, despite her forced ignorance, had. Evidence of this was clear on her neck and inner thigh. It would be another few nights before the horror of it all would come crashing back to her as the walls that hold this knowledge back would fall after an encounter with a vampire named Helen.

That is the future, but now is the present. The couple followed Gypsy through the hotel doors and was pleased it was not one of the city’s hole-in-the-wall facilities, downtown was always so nice.

“So what is the plan Gypsy dear,” Nechelle purred out. It was not her intention to pay for this evening as it was not her idea to go to the hotel.