October 4th, 2019 at 05:41am
If you weren't looking for The Queen, you'd definitely miss her. The Queen was a little hole in the wall bar, somewhere deep in the slums of London. Once upon a time, Hackney was probably a nice place, but today, every corner you turned you either ran into a pack of rats or a druggie leaning against a lamppost, needle already deep in a vein. Sophia and Beverly were unlucky enough to be visiting during the night hours, however on their own accord. Following the directions on her phone, Beverly led the pair a couple more blocks before stopping in her tracks.
"That... should be it." Beverly squinted, trying to read the tiny, neon red sign in the window. The bar was in an old building built out of old black brick and was attached to an even older abandoned distillery. A couple of mysterious strangers were hanging around outside the door, mostly dressed head to toe in black. "Look how pale they are..." She whispered, "That has to be it." Glancing up at Sophia, they waited until the group disbanded and the entrance was clear. Beverly grabbed Sophia's hand and hurried across the street. The second she stepped up to the door, a small rectangular hatch opened up and someone inside barked, "What's the password?"
"Uh..." Beverly looked up, distracted by the neon red sign, which she could clearly read now. 'The Queen'. The man inside cleared his throat, shaking Beverly out of her day-dreaming. Snapping her head back down, she quickly answered: "Sunrise." The hatch immediately shut with a loud bang and the door slowly opened.
"I guess we're in..." Beverly chewed on her lip before stepping into the dark nightclub. Up until this point she had only been excited, but now a pit was beginning to form in her stomach and she was beginning to feel nauseous. After all, so many things could go wrong. They were essentially risking their lives just to find out if vampires existed.
Matt didn't understand why they still hung around this scene. He had been coming here for what felt like a century and this bar had been standing even longer than that. Still serving up the same bottom shelf blood as always. Over the decades the bar had changed though, growing more and more into a stereotype. He remembered when The Queen held some class, but now- He looked around, seeing all the vampires who looked like they had just stepped off the cover of a 2000s emo album.
He turned his attention to Zacky, running a hand over the back of his neck. "I've got to get out of here. I'd rather go hunt my dinner down-" All emotion instantly fell off of Matt's face and his pupils grew large the second he caught the scent of a human. It was like a punch in the face to smell a human here, whoever they were, they stuck out like a sore thumb. Making eye contact with Zacky, Matt slowly rose to his feet and turned to face the entrance of the bar.
Two mortal girls. And boy did they stand out from the crowd. The warmth that graced their flesh, the glow that radiated from beneath their skin, their rosy cheeks; it was obvious just how alive they were. All the other vampires had noticed as well, the bar grew completely silent except for the music playing over the speakers. Thinking quickly, and using the one gift he had been granted at the time of his rebirth, Matt ran towards the girl, wrapping his arms around both of them before anyone in the room could even blink.
Staring around the club, glaring at each person he could make eye contact, Matt let them all know that these girls had been claimed. He hoped that they would listen, he hadn't really thought it through, especially a scene where he was challenged. All the vampires around the room slowly began to relax, one at a time returning to what they had previously been doing. Matt relaxed, letting out a deep breath before leading the girls back to his table.
"Do you ladies have a death wish?"
