The Batwing Club

Len sat near the door in case he had to make a hasty exit. The people that frequented the Batwing Club might not really be vampires, but they either thought they were or pretended they were. He shouldn't even be here, but he'd been curious.

He watched the couple walk in. The man was tall, dark, a regular Dracula type. The black clothing added to the impression. Even a cape, for God's sake! She was -- different. Nothing vampire-like about her. Tiny, blond, dressed in tan pants and a crisp white shirt. Huge blue eyes dominated the heart-shaped face. Such a pale face. Bloodless. That was the word.

Len shuddered. Maybe there was more to the vampire story than he'd thought. He kept an eye on the couple. She ordered a glass of white wine. Her hand shook as she raised it to her lips. Her companion, in true vampire tradition, ordered a bloody Mary -- or something that looked like a bloody Mary. And were those fangs? Hard to tell in this light and at this distance.

He couldn't keep his eyes off the girl. She was lovely. She glanced over at him and for a moment their eyes met. Her eyes rimmed by long black lashes, looked frightened, maybe pleading. He knew he was going to have to try to rescue her from this villain.

He glanced at "Drac." The man in black glared at him. Len looked quickly away. He'd have to watch himself. This place was worse than the proverbial den of thieves or nest of snakes. The Batwing, he was beginning to realize, was no Fantasyland playground. It really a cave of vampires!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl get up and reach for her purse. Her companion clamped her wrist in a claw-like grip and forced her back into her seat. Was that a tear trickling down her cheek? She needed help, and she needed it before this beast got her alone.

The evening wore on. He continued to watch the couple as he sipped his beer. The vampire gulped bloody Mary after bloody Mary. She still sipped her first glass of white wine.

Then his chance came. "Drac'" rose from his chair.

"You stay put," he ordered her. "You'll be in big trouble if you try to escape."

He glared around the room, let his eyes rest for a moment on Len. Len saw the warning there. Then "Drac" headed for the washroom.

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