A Proper Thank You

"You know Abby," James mumbled against her neck, "i always knew there was something special about you." His hands traveled to her breasts. By this time she was getting annoyed, but she had to wait.

"oh really?" she replied. She searched the crowd for Andrew. He was standing in the corner being ogled at by a group of hormone raging teenage girls

She nodded to him, and he nodded back. It was time.

Abby smirked and watch a fog fill up the room, settling around the feet of the dancers. The confusion in their faces due to the thickening of the fog made her smile even more. James must have opened his eyes in his little adventure on the skin of Abby's neck because he stopped abruptly and let go of her.

"What the hell is going on?" James asked. The fog began collecting into ten pillars, then the pillars began to take the forms of men and women. As it collected and became more dense James' eyes widened in terror and confusion, his attention completely away from Abby.

"James," Abby yelled over the music. He whipped around to face her, his eyes round and weary. "where are you from?"

"Manhattan," he answered, completely baffled by the random question. Suddenly, fear gripped James' insides as he watched Abby's beautiful green eyes fade into a bright red, her teeth elongating into fangs, and a pair of large black batwings open up behind her.

"You should have stayed there." Then the screaming began.