You decide that you can't like the rest of the people in the courtyard, and walk directly to the front of the queue. One of the bouncers glares at you as you approach and nudges his collegue. Nevertheless, you continue to stride toward the main entrance as if they weren't there, until they step into your way. You stop before you smash into a wall of hard flesh tightly packed into two tuxedos.
"Goin' somewhere, pal?" says the bouncer on the left, with a gruff Scottish accent. You look up at him. His face looks like it's been broken and poorly reset on more than one occasion.
"Yeah, through there. I've got some business to attend inside."
"Oh yeah, and what might that be?" asks the Scottish bouncer in a tone that implies he is doing more than making conversation. His collegue starts grinning at you malevolently.
You pause for a second, knowing that you probably couldn't tell him that you're looking for the woman who made you into a vampire. "Err...it's a private matter...with the management."
"And do you have an appointment?"
"No, but I was hoping-"
"Sorry, no appointment, no entry. If yer wanna get in, yer better start queuing."
"But I'm not here to-"
Without warning, the grinning bouncer grabs you by the lapels and drags you up to his face. His smile is now a snarl. "You heard what he said, mate, so just fuck off to the back of queue before this gets messy."
A flicker of intense rage wells up from inside of you, a feeling much stronger than anything you've felt before, as if liquid fire is coursing through your body. You can barely keep yourself from losing control. You can't see it, but your eyes glow bright yellow for a second as you stare into the bouncer's face. |