The neon lights of Club Nocturne flickered in the misty night, casting an eerie glow on the cobblestone streets. Diego in all his centuries old immortal glory stepped out into the man-made glow of those beaming neon brights. You followed behind like an obedient little puppy on an invisible leash. Your heartbeat was a steady rhythm that only he could hear, a constant reminder of your fragility and his power.

The atmosphere inside was electrical, music thrummed in your chests like an overactive beating heart, enveloping the swaying and throbbing crowd of ecstatic vampires. Hunger and curiosity pulsed in waves among the onlookers as they ogled you from arms length away from Diego. Diego led you through the throng, his grip on your waist firm but gentle. He could feel the eyes of other vampires on you, their gazes lingering a bit too long for his liking. He shot them a look of disdain with burning red eyes baring into them like a beacon of promised violence, lips peeled back over sharp teeth in a challenging snarl.

You were oblivious to the danger too busy marveling at the opulence around you to truly notice the savage desire of the throngs of vampires surrounding you. Chandeliers made of crystal bats hung from the ceiling, and the walls were adorned with portraits of ancient vampire royalty. As you reached the bar, a vampire with piercing blue eyes and a predatory smile approached. "Diego, it's been a while," he said, his gaze shifting to you. "And who is this delightful creature?" Diego's eyes narrowed, his possessive instincts flaring. "She's mine, Pierce," he replied, his voice a low growl. "I suggest you keep your distance."