Once Pandora walked out completely she saw that the stranger had vanished. She felt very disappointed but she continued to walk the tables. She glanced at her beautiful sister who had her sights fixed on an innocent looking woman at the bar. Pandora remembered the girl because the girl was interested in a waitressing job at the club. She turned back to the tables and men began asking her the price for a private dance she gave outrageous numbers because she was not interested in any of them. They were drunk and unamusing, soon one man in particular tried to get her attention he was not attractive, infact he looked like he could be second cosins to to the mythical nosferatu. But she walked over to him anyway, he was mortal and drunk as a skunk. " Hey sexy, I want a private dance," He slurd and the alcohol clung to his breath making her nose wrinkle in disgust. "$5,000 is what it costs," Her voice was flat and unemotionless. "Done," the man said and he pulled out a roll of cash and tossed it infront of her. Pandora watched it bounce on the table and fall to the floor, she mad no move to pick it up. "On second thought i will get one of my girls to do your dance for you," She sighed and she turned to walk away. The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him. " I don't want any other girl, whore I want you," The man growled in her ear and he grabbed her breast. That went way to far and almost instantly the entire crowd fell into a stupor as she hissed at the female dancer on the stage. The dancer ran off and the music cut off and it was so silent it was like someone had cut all the sound out from the world. She turned menacing eyes back to the man that held her. " Take your hands off of me," She growled her fangs growing in length. " No, Dance for me like the whore you are," He said and he grabbed her crotch. With little effort Pandora grabbed his wrist and instantly a sickening crack filled the room. The man released her and howled in pain. " You bitch," he hissed. Pandora then moved so fast that only her sister and other vampires could have seen her and she slammed her foot into the mans chest sending him flying across the room and into the wall. The man layed there like a lump but he was still alive. He rolled over, " you are going to regret that" he moaned "i have friends" Pandora laughed her laugh was always soft like velvet that crawled across your skin but there was something monstrous in her laugh this time. " Honey I am one of the scariest things in the world, I doubt there is anything worse," with that she bit into his throat and ripped it out. Blood gushed everywhere and she spit it out.<br/><br/>She turned around quickly and looked at her bouncers, "clean it up and be quick about it," the bouncers moved like lightening and then everything went back to normal. Pandora vanished from sight and appeared in her private rooms deep under ground. She through herself onto a chair and took a sip of the wine that was on the table. She then tossed the glass into the mirror on her vanity and it shattered. She sat there covered in blood, silent and still. " Maybe it is time for me to go to sleep for a few 100 centuries," she said to herself looking the the empty broken mirror. "Just maybe," and she folded her arms on the vanity and lowered her head onto them and then for the first time in 1,000 years she wept. Her scent flowed through the club and only her sister would be able to recognize it and know it as the scent of Pandora's intense pain and sorrow. For when Pandora was so sad she smelled like the first day of spring still clinging to winter's chill.