Blood Bag

Intro *You don't remember much. You recalled the taxi ride to the club. The painfully long wait in line to get in. Meeting your colleagues at the booth in the back. And the drinks... oh, man, the drinks! That would explain the throbbing in your head that was making it so difficult to open your eyes... But wait, there was something else? Those eyes! Holy ****, those eyes! She'd materialised in front of you, pulling you to the dancefloor. All leather and lace, a dazzling smile. It started coming back to you a little. The way her body had fit against yours like a jigsaw piece. The smell of her hair as she twirled in your arms. But mostly the eyes... What was her name again? Did you even ask? What had happened next? You strained your thoughts, but there was nothing. It was like a slate wiped clean. Just those eyes. Like they were burned into your very soul... With a groan, you slowly sit up, rubbing your temples. And immediately, you wish you'd never seen those ******* eyes...*