wrong with that?” Mark asked. He was new at ordering drinks at bars and didn’t know what was cool to order. He didn’t want to get caught drinking underage either. Then, he’d be in big trouble. He knew he had to defend himself, but as the group of guys laughing grew bigger and louder, he couldn’t help but feel angry at the situation.
“WHAT?” Mark yelled. “Why are you all laughing?”
“SEX ON THE BEACH! What kind of a girl are you?” the guys started to ask.
Mark had never felt so low in his entire life. He didn’t know what to do to defend himself and knew that he was completely outnumbered and with no friends by his side he had nobody but himself to stick up for him.
Then, he couldn’t help but notice the vein pulsing out of the guy on his lefts neck. He could see the blood flowing through his large protruding vein and all he wanted to do was feed. He could smell the guys scent and he wanted his blood. His body started convulsing as he continued to stare.
“What are you looking at?” the guy asked.
Mark didn’t answer. He couldn’t. All he could do was focus on his vein. And it was taking every ounce of strength inside of him not to pounce on him and feed at that very second.
“Yo, Dude. Stop staring at me!” the guy said, as he elbowed his friend still in hysterics and made him notice what was happening now.
“You’re weird, man. What are you doing now?” his friend asked.
Mark still did not answer.
“STOP!” the guy said giving Mark a shove away from him. “You’re a creep!”
Mark suddenly snapped out of it as he flew back into one of the bar tables knocking it over.
“What was that for?” Mark asked angrily.
“Stop staring at me you freak!” the guy said.
“What’s your deal, man?” his friends chimed in.
“Why did you come out to this bar anyway. You got no friends here,” the others started asking.
“You’re a loner!” another chimed in.
Then in unison all the guys started chanting “LONER, LONER, LONER…”
Mark could barely handle it and then a loud voice said, “YOUR SEX ON THE BEACH IS READY!”
Now, all the guys in the entire bar started laughing hysterically at Mark. He’d never felt so low in his life and didn’t know what to do.
“Get your sex on the beach, loner!” one guy said, giving him a shove from behind.
“Don’t touch me!” Mark said.
“Oh yeah?” the guy asked. “Whatcha going to do about it?”
“Listen, I’m not in the mood for this right now,” Mark answered.
“Did you guys hear that? He said he’s not in the mood for this right now!” the guy said.
Again, the group of about a 45 guys burst out laughing.
Mark walked towards the bar and before he knew it he was laying on the floor with blood coming out of his lip. He’d been tripped by the guy who was standing to his left and now he lay on the floor, embarrassed and hurt.
Mark didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t let this happen and he could feel that his body was morphing into fight mode as the sharp razor like bumps protruded out of his skin and his inner strength surged.
He quickly jumped to his feet, wiping the blood off of his face and walked over to the guy who now had his back to him and grabbed him by the hair backwards throwing in onto the ground. His head hit the floor with a band and Mark could see his eyes rolling behind his head.
“Don’t touch our friend!” the other guys started saying as they began to charge.
“Don’t mess with me!” Mark said.
“Give me a break sex on the beach boy!” the guys said.
Then, mark felt someone try to shove him from behind. He quickly turned at lightning speed, lifted the guy up over his head and threw him into the bar, shattering all the bottle of liquor.
“QUICK SECURITY! CALL THE POLICE!” the bartender yelled in fear.
Another guy came launching at him and Mark threw him across the room, knocking over all the tables and chairs in his way.
Then, over his shoulder he saw the two big bouncers running towards him. He quickly put out both of his arms with his spiky skin showing and slashed both of their necks, the blood oozing onto his arm.
He quickly licked his arm to gain more strength from their blood and continued fighting one guy after the next. He then noticed a fleet of police cars pulling up outside the bar with their blue, red and white lights spinning in circles on top their cars.
“COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” they shouted.
Mark was not about to leave that bar. He stayed inside brutally beating up the others until finally the police ran inside swat team style with mace and guns in their hands. Mark knew he had to think quick if he were going to get out alive.
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