Sapphire stops in front of Club Raver. She gets out of her car and proceeds to the enterance. Infront of the entrance is a huge line of punks, goths, freaks and other strange looking people.
She slowly makes her way to the long line, still feeling very dizzy. People start to turn their heads quickly and they let her cut through. She gives this a very confounded look and continues to head for the enterance. She reaches the bouncer, a very tall and muscular man with pale skin and firece facail piercings. He looks her up and down, “Name?”. She looks at him and he backs up a little, “Go right in!” She walks in and the whole room looks at her. She looks around and walks toward the bar. She looks at the bar tenderess, “Excuse me, would you happen to know a Raven Darken?” She looks at Sapphire, with a shakey finger she points to a dark conner of the room. “Thanks,” Sapphire says as she walks to the dark conner. She looks around, she thinks to herself. Thats odd, I’ve never noticed this before. She walks towards a tall, shadowy figure. “Raven, Is that you? I need to talk to you.” She sits down feeling weak. “You feeling weak, Sweets?” She nods, “very dizzy……and…thirsty. Whats wrong with me?” She say teary eyed. “Sweets, you thirst for human blood. Your a vampire, as am I along with every one else here. I’m the head here.” Sapphire sits up a little, “That would explain the fear in the tenderess, but why did they fear me?” Raven takes her hand and caresses it gently with his thumb and forefinger. “Sweets, you are my love. They fear you because of that. Chose you,” He smiles and touches her cheek with his index finger. “Here, Sweets. Take a drink,” He hands her a glass of bloodwine. “This will hold you over……For a little bit.” She takes a drink and then downs the rest of it. “Come….we must be alone.” A devilish glim in his dark eyes.
They arrive at a large mansion with large iron gates and untended shrubs and bushes, weeds every where growing up the sides of the old, creepy house. Sapphire shivers as Raven holds her tightly in his strong muscular arms, the advance toward the house.