Pharaoh Yami Amir
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- Posted: Mon, 01 Jan 2007 01:49:22 +0000
Driving in your car, you went over the river to what humans call the "Riverfront" or "Blood Square", but the vampires on the other hand call it "The District"
You had left your car two blocks back. The one with the iron fence around it. There wasn't much parking around the area. The narrow brick roads and ancient sidewalks had been designed for horses, not cars. The streets had been fresh-washed by thunderstorm that had come and gone. The first stars glittered overhead, like diamonds trapped in velvet.
You went around the corner of the block to see a red neon sign that said "Guilty Pleasures" It reminded you of blood, that red color.
You went of the broad steps, and there was a vampire standing in front of the propped-open door. He had a black crew cut and small, pale eyes. His massive shoulders threatened to rip the tight black t-shirt he wore. Even standing on the threshold, you could hear the busy hum of voices, laughter, music. That rich, murmurous sound of many people in one place, determinded to have a good time.
The vampire stood beside the door, very still. He smiled to you as he came out, a bit of fang poking out. "Come in, your table is waiting" he simply said. You nodded and looked at the door. "No crosses, crucifixes or other holy items allowed inside"
You had left your car two blocks back. The one with the iron fence around it. There wasn't much parking around the area. The narrow brick roads and ancient sidewalks had been designed for horses, not cars. The streets had been fresh-washed by thunderstorm that had come and gone. The first stars glittered overhead, like diamonds trapped in velvet.
You went around the corner of the block to see a red neon sign that said "Guilty Pleasures" It reminded you of blood, that red color.
You went of the broad steps, and there was a vampire standing in front of the propped-open door. He had a black crew cut and small, pale eyes. His massive shoulders threatened to rip the tight black t-shirt he wore. Even standing on the threshold, you could hear the busy hum of voices, laughter, music. That rich, murmurous sound of many people in one place, determinded to have a good time.
The vampire stood beside the door, very still. He smiled to you as he came out, a bit of fang poking out. "Come in, your table is waiting" he simply said. You nodded and looked at the door. "No crosses, crucifixes or other holy items allowed inside"