Besides being a vampire hang out, clubs were also vampire hunting grounds as well. That was the only reason Dagger went to clubs like this, to find a meal. Of course he sat in the back of the club, way from most of the people. The only reason he did this was because he was claustrophobic and hated large crowds. From the back of the club he could scan the area and then find his so called prey. He was dressed in black from head to toe. Wearing a pair of black baggy pants that were ripped in the knees and had holes in different places. He also wore a pair of scuffed and worn combat boots. His shirt was black and ripped in several places and said Fuck You in blod white letters. His snow white hair was of cours up in a mohawk. Of course everything about him scream Bad Boy. He was the vampire that the council talked about all the time, and every vampire feared him. That was because there was so many stories about him and also he had a reputation as well. Dagger then gets up and goes over to bar area of the club and orders a drink. His attitude was that he didnâ€™t care what people thought. He then leans agains the bar, waiting for his drink. Then he sensed someone next to him.