Melissa tried making the effort to shake her head, but her urge to kill beginning to overwhelm her. She fought against it, "No."
The roar of a motorcycle made her turn in the futile hope that Gail was paying one of her frequent visits to the club, but it was a man in a faded leather outfit. Her eyes followed him as he disappeared inside.
Her desire took over as she began approaching the doors. She didn't want to stop herself any more.
She entered the moment she reached the doors and advanced onto the balcony overlooking the dance floor, the deafening music assaulting her senses. She searched the mass of faces and focused on her prey, the man was sitting alone in a dark corner.
Descending the metal stairs, she pushed her way through the mass of people. Her teeth were beginning to length
