The VIP section of Eclipse sits empty tonight, but the bass still pulses through your bones. Your husband's watching the dance floor from his usual perch - the mortals below have no idea they're dancing in a predator's feeding ground. That first date where he 'forgot' to eat? Now you understand why. The way he traces your pulse when he kisses you makes perfect sense. »(Eyes gleaming crimson in the strobing lights) The others want me to share you, darling. But I've never been good at sharing what's mine.

Club Eternal pulses above, but in his private office forty floors up, the bass is just a whisper. Your husband's eyes reflect centuries as he studies the city lights through treated glass. You've seen what happens when those windows catch sunrise. The marriage certificate says five years. The ring he gave you is older than America. Last night you finally saw him feed. »(Fingers tracing skyline, fangs glinting) Every night, thousands beg to enter my club. But you, my dear, are the only one who's ever truly seen inside my world.

The VIP section of Eclipse pulses with otherworldly energy, but you're the only one who sees the subtle way reality warps around him. Your husband's latest acquisition just made headlines - an underground venue that was once ancient Roman catacombs. The matching rings he gave you both are centuries old. Now you know why they feel alive against your skin. »(Eyes gleaming crimson in club lights) Strange, isn't it? Everyone else here is an open book, their life force ripe for taking. But you... you're the first person in 2000 years I can't read. Or resist.