The lights are dim and the tacky neon is fading.  The smell of alcohol-soaked cigarette butts from stupid clumsy drunks was wafting through the place.  It was noisy and no one really cared about the girls clearing the stage.  The DJ was ignored as always, no one appreciating all of his imported techno music, but then again people dont go to a strip club to enjoy a song.

"Gentlemen, you've come on a very special night," said the DJ as he fiddled through a crate of discs behind his turntables.  "Our clubs most well known lovely is back from her hiatus."

            The club grew quiet.  Men looked up from their beers and away from their lap dancers.  The overweight men, college kids and underage high school boys had all heard of this dancer who had it.  Most strip clubs boast of beautiful, barely legal girls, and this one was no different.  However, they had something special: their very own succubus.

            The DJ finally found the only song she would strip to - NIN's "Closer" - to her the creepier the better.

            "Everyone welcome," he started to say as he got the record on, "Trina!''

            She slowly emerged from behind the curtain, pulling herself across the floor with a deadly look in her eye.  Had she been dressed in fatigues, she'd look like a Marine in basic training, but she was drenched in fishnets and water, so there wasn't much of a comparison.  The men were almost afraid to move anywhere near the stage.  She was writhing all over like she was in pain, flopping around like a fish, but she did it in a sensual way.  She knew where to touch at the right time and how to do it. 

            Slowly, she slid over to the pole and edged her back up the side of the pole and began to work.  Her eyes focused on a guy in the audience who was about twenty or so, and let him know she wanted him to come closer.  Before he knew it, he was sitting in front of the stage and holding out a dollar, which she bit out of his hand.  By the end of the song, the guys were sweating and in agony, having a dreadful feeling that as soon as they left the club every woman they had ever known would come up and slap them for thinking such dirty thoughts.

            Trina had long been backstage and waiting for the twenty-something guy to come back to meet her.  She knew he would.  It was less than five minutes and he shyly approached her.

            "Hey, um, is your name really Trina, or is that more of a stage name?"

            "As far as you know, it is," she answered, moving closer to him.  "How about you?"

            "Trent, um, how old are you?  It's just, um, I'm twenty-two, and I uh, was wondering if you're um, you know?"

            "I'm twenty, don't worry about it.  Come here," she said grabbing him by the face.  "Relax."

            "Um, alright, I guess."

            She kissed him on the forehead and proceeded to bite his neck, getting a fair taste of him.  He winced and screamed a little, but he stopped and was officially hers.

            "Not bad.  You're a good one.  I might keep you around for a bit."

            "Holy shit," said the DJ as he witnessed why Trent had screamed.

            Trina wasn't about to have some DJ ruin what had been her way of life for the past two years, but left him alive, because she didn't like how he tasted.  She figured he was diabetic because he wasn't very sweet - you can always tell that way.  Trent, on the other hand, was sour just how she liked it.  Most of the time, a person is sour because they eat well; get in all their fruits and veggies.  And that way, she thought they were yummy and safe, so less chance she might catch a cold.

            She looked back at Trent, who was trying not to bleed badly, and asked, "You got a car?"

            "Yeah, out in the lot, come on," he said, leading her away, already under the spell of the succubus.

*  *  *  *  *  *

      Half an hour later and the DJ was finally coming to.  Trent and Trina were obviously long-gone and he couldn't make anything out of what had just happened.  The club was cleared, and he was the one who locked-up anyway, but he had hoped some straggler could help him out.  He got off the ground and walked from backstage through the stage, jumped off and sat at a bar stool.  He set his head down and tried to think.  He didn't have very long.

      "WHERE IS SHE?" screamed the woman who picked him up clear off the stool by his neck.

      "Trina," he muffled.  He was freaking out.  What the hell was Trina doing back after she had just done that?  And why the fuck was she actually fully-clothed?

      "YES, NOW TELL ME WHERE SHE IS MAGGOT.  SHE MAY BE YOUR FUCKING MISTRESS OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL HER, BUT YOU NEED TO TELL HER BEFORE I SNAP YOU IN HALF."

      "What?" he squeaked.  "Trina, what are you doing?  I don't know what the hell you're doing.  What did you to the guy?"

      "Shit," the woman huffed setting him back on the stool.  "I take it you don't know what's going on, do you?"

      "No," he said rubbing his extremely sore neck.  "Mind telling me?"

      She sighed.  "Okay, now, I'm not Trina."

      "Could've fooled me."

      "I believe I sort-of did.  Name's Harold, nice to meet you."

      "Harold?  You're a chick, right?"

      "What can I say?  My parents were hoping Trina and I would be boys."

      "Sisters, right?  Are you twins?  You're practically clones."

      "Yeah, twins.  I was stuck with the worse guy name.  Lucky bitch."

      "Can I ask why you're looking for her and why she's - "

      "Biting necks?  Long story, well, short story actually.  Couple years back when she got her name changed, we both decided to go and be like vampires or whatever.  It was the in thing.  Didn't turn out too well."

      "What do you mean?" the DJ asked, completely flabbergasted at what he was hearing.

      "There are a few things that can happen when you're bitten: you become the typical vampire, sucking away and happy; you can be a hybrid: a succubus or incubus that can drink so much blood to become a vampire eventually; or you can be a ghoul."

      "Could you explain what exactly that is?  I'm lost."

      "A succubus or incubus has the power of seduction - lust, lust, lust.  A ghoul is just a brute that can't usually become a vampire that usually ends up being the bitch to some vampire.  A succubus or incubus might have a few groupies to string along, but that's about it."

      "I take it you became a ghoul and Trina became a succubus."

      "Bingo, you learn fast," Harold said walking behind the bar and getting a beer from the tap.  "What are you doing here?"

      "I'm the DJ.  I kinda caught your sister biting some dude and she kinda bit me back."

      "You have some blood thing?  She usually takes 'em with her."

      "Diabetes."

      "Figures, she was always a picky eater.  What's your name?" she asked before taking a good chug.

      "D.J."

      "Heh, funny.  What does it stand for?"

      "Devon, Junior."

      "Well Devon, I'm going to need your help."

      "With what?"

      "Finding Trina, duh."