A never ending blizzard engulfs the metropolis, but he knows that they will be there, as nothing, absolutely nothing, will keep them away.

He ventures into the night. Darkness has been his time since time before time.

He arrives at their place and, even before he enters, senses the heat generated from within the lair, knowing that his temperature, his lust, will rise once he does.

Flesh presses flesh as bodies move to the pulsating beat of digital rhythms. Eyes meet in search of something, someone, anything, everyone.

Here congregate the respected gentry of daylight who shape-shift under rays of flickering light. He mingles and gyrates with non-conformists who have now become identical. He has seen and identified with this breed in many venues throughout innumerable centuries.

They line the rail in anticipation of the exotic brew that his nature, his curse, forbids him. In time, his hunger will overtake his desire to refrain, and he will bite to satisfy his thirst.

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