Six

Jessica lands on another building, perfectly on her feet, and she's stunned to know that she managed to get there in the first place. She's also stunned that she even had the guts to jump over to the next building.

But she did it anyway. She did it because she wanted to get away from that handsome man, who must be suffering from some kind of psychosis, or maybe she knows what he's saying is true and she doesn't want to face that.

It has to be true because she had vicious long nails and green eyes, and she's very flexible, not to mention jumping from roof to roof like a pro.

"Jessica." She spins around and sees him on the other building with her. "Please don't run away from me. I know you're scared, but we have to talk about this." Jessica does not want to listen. She runs for her life, jumping from building to building. She sees the mad sexy man chasing her, so she decides to run faster, faster and faster.

Jumping from building to building like she has done something like this before. Like, this is what she does in her spare time.

Yes, she is running from a stranger, but she's not even scared of that stranger. She loves jumping from building to building. She loves the thrill of it, and she loves being chased.

She hopes she's not acting like white girls who want to see themselves in a horror movie situation because she never wants to be in a horror movie situation.

But this isn't just some horror movie situation. She genuinely loves it when she jumps from building to the next. It makes her feel alive, on top of the world even. She feels more alive than she has ever felt before.

She's free.

She stops running when she sees that the man isn't chasing her anymore. She's panting, looking around just to be sure he's not lurking around. He's nowhere to be found; he's disappeared.

Huh.

That was a weird, but hot man. She thinks to herself.

Her thoughts are interrupted when she hears music blasting. She turns around and sees a man standing next to a building next to a club. She sees youngsters walking in the club hoping to have a good time tonight.

But there's something that catches her eye, something sinister, something strange…something dark. A group of people with a dark aura walking into the club. They said something to the bouncer, and he just allowed them in without asking for ID.

Strange.

Jessica thinks. She knows those people are trouble, and they're going to be giving people in the club trouble. Jessica has an urge to help them, but she doesn't know what she's up against. But she also wants to help them. She feels like she must do so.

"Oh, fuck it," she says. Then she code-jumps, landing on the ground silently so no one sees her and then assumes she's some highly trained ninja.

She crosses the road, cuts the line, ignoring the protests from people who were here before her. She goes up front and then stands in front of the big bouncer, gives him a brief smile and then attempts to walk in. The bouncer stops her.

"Where's your ID?" he asks her.

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot my ID, but I promise you I'm twenty-two years old." She attempts to walk in again, but the bouncer stops her… again.

"No ID, no entry. I'm sorry but that's the rule," he says. "Now please move, people are waiting behind."

At first, Jessica feels defeated, but then she remembers that those strange people got in without ID and that one of them looked straight into his eyes before he allowed them in. So she wonders if they did some mind trick hypnosis on him. So she looks straight into the bouncer's eyes. She hopes this works.

"You will let me in because I have to find out if those people you let in are dangerous." The bouncer's hard expression becomes soft, and he moves out of the way.

"Sorry, you can go in," he says, and then Jessica looks at him, shocked that it worked. She expected him to carry her and throw her across the road.

It worked, it worked.

"Thank you," she says cheerfully. She's proud of herself. She walks into the club ignoring the protesters who came before her.

Sorry, guys, it's for your good.

She goes deeper and deeper into the club, and the music gets louder. She stops and observes the people dancing, enjoying life. She looks around to see if she'll catch the stranger dangers she saw before.

But she observes that she is thirsty after all that running and jumping, no thanks to that handsome stranger.

She walks straight to the bar and sits down.

"Hey, beautiful. What can I get you?" the handsome bartender asks her, and she smiles at the bartender, a kind of flirtatious smile she's never put on her face before.

"Can I get a glass of milk, please?" she asks the bartender. And she feels the faces of people turn to her. She looks at them and shrugs. "I'm craving milk tonight," she says. The bartender giggles.

"Coming right up."

The bartender comes back and places a glass of milk in front of her. She thanks him with a nod and a smile and then turns around in her seat to catch anything suspicious while drinking from her glass of milk.

So far, so good. Everything and everyone looks okay. They're all dancing; nothing evil is happening. Or maybe she's just being paranoid, and all she wants to do is join these carefree people by dancing on the dance floor.

Her? Dancing on the dance floor? What is she turning into? She's never once in her life wanted to dance in front of people, but she has the urge to. Dancing looks like so much fun right about now.

But then something catches her eye and her ears. She spots a couple giggling, but they aren't a couple, are they? The guy nibbles on the beautiful girl's neck and then takes her hand.

Jessica can see the dark mist that lingers around the man; he's bad news, and that poor woman is in danger. He takes her by the hand and then walks out of the club through the back. He's about to do something evil to her; this Jessica knows.

She stands up, places her empty glass of milk and a tip on the table. And then walks straight ahead to the scene of a potential crime. She had to walk past a swarm of dancers. A man tries to dance with her, but she dodges him. he begs her.

"Some other time," she lies and then rolls her eyes as she walks forward.

She uses the back door and walks out, looking left and right for the poor lady, and she hopes she's not too late.

That's when she hears something strange. She uses her other eyes to find them, and they're in the dark. She walks slowly toward them both, and she gasps.

It's not the lady who's in danger, it's the man.

The woman hears her gasp and then stops nibbling on his neck. She drops him and then faces Jessica with blood all over her mouth.

"Look what we have here," she says in a European accent.

Jessica cannot believe her eyes. She's looking at a vampire.