The music was loud, the fog thick, lasers bright and streaming across the ceiling and just above the heads of the crowd. She could feel the bass travelling through her body, like a herd of invisible elephants stampeding through the crowd. There was a line of vodka shots placed in front of her, little cylinders of beautiful liquid courage. This wasn't exactly a scene that she frequented often, or at all before today in fact. No, tonight was a special night. Her 21st birthday, and a group of her friends decided to get her to come out with them to have some fun partying. They had to drag her by her heels to get her to come, and not metaphorically either, literally dragged her by her heels. She wasn't the most outgoing person, and didn't want to go at all to some random sketchy club.<br/><br/>Her therapist told her that she should try and be more adventurous, to step out of her comfort zone and try new things. She was sure that this particular situation wasn't what they were talking about, but lifted the first shot glass to her lips and downed it. The burning liquid slid down her throat like liquid fire, and left her coughing for a few seconds afterwards. She didn't understand how people could enjoy the feeling, the taste wasn't really anything, just tasted like fire going down her throat. The next two went down without as much trouble, possibly because the first one burned her throat numb. The last one took some fortitude to get down, as she had to convince herself that since she had already paid for it, that she should go ahead and get it down. It did after all cost five dollars.<br/><br/>The outside conditions were completely obscured to her, she couldn't see a think outside of the club and that was probably a good thing. If she could, she would definitely freak out from the seemingly omnipresence of the city lights suddenly becoming less omnipresent, even if it were ever so slight. She had an uneasy feeling in her gut, that seemed to be growing as the night went on but she quickly forgot about it after a few minutes as the alcohol began to flood her bloodstream.<br/><br/>"Maybe four shots was too many?" she thought to herself, this was after all the first time she had ever drank alcohol outside of sneaking a sip of her parent's liquor cabinet when she was younger. The young woman disappeared into a crowd, standing at just over five foot three inches and weighing little over a hundred pounds it was a simple matter for her to go unnoticed, the four shots of ever clear quickly went to work on her inhibitions however, stripping them away as easily as a paper match house in a hurricane. It was definitely something that she wasn't expecting.<br/><br/>Her friends had lost her in the crowd, and eventually the rhythm of the music got her dancing. There were of course some men that thought they would dance with her, and dance was a kind term. Most of them were just grinding their hips against the small of her back, since they were all a good deal taller than she was. Some of them she ended up stamping on their feet to give them the hint that she wasn't going to let them continue to essentially dry hump her back and they backed off. The night seemed to progress quite well after that, she certainly thought she was enjoying herself. Her friends were nowhere to be seen though. The night was starting to wind down though, and slowly the club started emptying. It wasn't long until she realized that she was alone, at least alone in the sense that her friends had left. She checked her phone but saw that the battery was dead.<br/><br/>"Great..." she sighed, the alcohol made her dizzy and she found walking was difficult now that it had come full circle. Eventually she was able to make her way out of a door, she didn't realize that this door led to the alleyway, and thought she was going out onto the street. The alleyway was really dark, darker than she thought it should be but then again she assumed it was because she was drunk. She began to regret wearing so little clothes, a strapless red, skin tight dress that was short enough she didn't dare sit down. If she were wearing heels instead of flats she was sure that she would have stumbled and broke her skull on the dance floor. The cold night air left her feeling entirely exposed.<br/><br/>There was some kind of commotion going on though, and as she looked to her right, further down the alley she could see some kind of reflection of light, like something moving in the darkness. Two silhouettes were moving, she thought at least. It was hard to see anything with the darkness and the way her vision kept shifting. Holding herself against the wall to steady herself she kept looking and saw some blurs but decided that whatever it was that was going on over there, was not something she wanted to get caught up in. Dark alleyway, plus her current state didn't really mix well with young women according to horror movies.<br/><br/>As she stumbled her way out of the alleyway a breeze blasted over her, and she thought she had gotten knocked down but instead of feeling the cold wet ground, there was a dulled pain in each of her shoulders, the alcohol dulling the pain as the claws or talons tore into bone and muscle. The warmth of her own blood flowed freely from her wounds, soaking into her dress, flowing down her skin and dripping down her chest. She would have let out a blood curdling scream, but the sudden pain and her sudden ability to fly left her in shock. All she could manage was a mute mouthing of a scream in shock.<br/><br/>She couldn't move her arms, whatever was holding her was digging into her shoulders and collarbones making moving her arms impossible. Before she realized what had really happened, whatever it was that grabbed her pushed her away and left her stumbling until she fell to the ground. Her arms weren't working so she did a quite ungraceful face plant onto the ground. Without the talons holding her, blood flowed more freely. Having torn muscle and probably every vein along the way meant that she was bleeding out, and the alcohol thinned it so she wasn't exactly in a good way. She tried to stand up, to get away from whatever it was that grabbed her, assuming it intended to eat her but she was feeling a little more dizzy than she expected and her legs didn't respond. Having given out underneath her.<br/><br/>Rolling over onto her back, she looked up at the sky expecting to see stars or something comforting, all she saw was the creature's face looking down at her. Eyes wide with shock and fear, her heart racing in her chest as each pump pushed more and more of her blood out of the gaping wounds in her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Gods, you're ugly aren't you?" she managed to croak out while using whatever strength she could muster to lift her right leg and kick it in what she assumed would be where it's man parts were, if it even had man parts hoping it found purchase in some soft tissue. She was going to be damned if she didn't at least give it something to remember her by, since she figured that she was dead anyways.<br/><br/>It kind of reminded her of something out of the Keepers Creepers movies, and while she didn't exactly believe any of those movies were real, the evidence that it was real, and that it was going to eat her was quite compelling...<br/><br/>