After a moment of admiration for his obvious attractiveness, you turn back to your perusal of the club. There has to be someone out there you can get to buy you dinner!

"Come with me," the man says in a smooth, sultry voice, and to your own amazement, you follow him.

He leads you into the back rooms of the club. Your mind feels fuzzy, and your limbs don't want to obey your commands. He shuts a door behind you, and turns to you.

His eyes glow a fierce yellow, and you can see his sharp fangs.

"Never ignore me," he hisses and lunges for your throat.

Your sight grows dark around the edges and you know no more.

Oh darn it! I want to start over!

Oh, I give up! Take me back to the fiction page!