Evelith smiled as Arrya and Amaranthe approached the bar.  She finished her glass of wine and pulled out a little hankercheif.  She stood up and wiped off the little blood from Amaranthe's mouth.  "You missed a spot sexy," she said.  She had smelled the bloode and smiled.  "Smells like this one tasted good.  I do hope he did.  It looks like you hated the human as you finished eating him.  What was wrong?"  She could smell the energy filling up the club.  It was getting so intoxicating and she could feel the moon reach it's full peek in the sky.  Almost time to start chasing these humans and hearing their screams.  Especially when they ran into the rooms to hide only to find those that have been dead for quite some time now.  "And Arrya, how did yours taste?  Good by the looks of it with that smile on your face."