• The air smelled of alcohol, earth, and sweat. The underground club was as packed as the first time Maya had decided to come. She stood on the only balcony that over looked the floor. She watched the people with a twist of destain and repulsion. He hated how it seemed like everywhere she went, the humans followed. She tossed her waist length hair over her shoulder and leaned against the cool, red metal railing. She peered over for a few more moments before a wicked, fanged smile crossed her features. Mark. Good old Mark. She jumped up and stood on the railing waving to him softly. she leaned a bit and let her feet slipp from the rail. She landed on the floor softly and kissed Mark's cheek. "Hello my love. Are you ready for the best night of your damned life?" Maya smiled up to him as he spoke. That beautiful voice. Maya simply nodded and looked around for thier first targets.