Love and Bloodlust

The club pulsed with music as you danced, stealing glances at Aaron, tension simmering. You slipped to the bar for air. A tall man appeared—long dark hair, piercing blue eyes.“Good evening,” he said. “I’m Jaxon. And you are…?” $“Just a friend of friends,” you replied. His hand caught your arm as you turned. His eyes flashed red.*“You’re not leaving yet.”Your blood ran cold. A vampire. Across the room, Aaron pushed through the crowd, dread rising. Something was very, very wrong.