"Spoz desires a premazzy!"

The usual crowd was making the scene-the blonde bartender, the older gentleman who liked to keep everyone in line, the tattoo twins, and the girl who always seemed to be using _ a brain.  The platinum blonde hottie had seen them all there before lounging on the couch, feet up at the coffee table.  But something was off.  The house band wasn’t playing ‘ Ah yes,’ he remembered, "full moon and the hounds are locked up for the evening.’  It was amateur night and different boys and girls (mostly girls) were taking turns at the mic.  ‘Splendid.  I’ll just sit back and watch all the little pretties perform for me.’  Then she caught his eye.  Tall, dark-haired, big brown eyes and caramel colored skin.  ‘What a tasty treat’ he said to himself as she approached the mic and began…

The tall, athletic brunette was up at the mic for a good 10 minutes when finally it was another’s turn to entertain.  The well-built man in the red shirt and dark coat watched her smiling in between drags of his cigarette.  She noticed him, but thought little of it.  This was her night and she had to get at that mic again.  It was against the rules, it was rude, but there she was, reaching for it again!  All of the sudden, the older gentleman who had to leave the company of his green -eyed, honey-color-haired sorceress to try to put an end to this situation.  He stepped up to the mic "Hey, be respectful of others.  In the Bronze, we have a word for those who don’t know when their turn is over…"  The blonde one grinned as he saw anger boiling in the girl’s blood-her tasty blood.  ‘Another spammer", he thought.  The other man continued, "Now we had a situation just a little while ago with another girl, and we had to bounce her out of here.  You might be next."  The brunette looked ready for a fight, ready to do some major butt-kicking "I wrote a story for this crowd," she demanded, "and I’m gonna read it!"

Meanwhile in what seemed like an abandoned crypt, 2 sets of big arms threw down another brunette into a cold dark cell-like place and locked the gate.  A voice spoke to her "That’s what you get for monopolizing the stage at the Bronze."  The other big voice asked "Do you think it’s safe to leave her in there with…*that*?"  "It’s not our problem anymore; it’s hers."  The Italian brunette tensed ‘What could they mean?’  It was dark all right except for a window that poured in light from the full moon, but it was quiet.  Then she heard it-a sniffling and a heavy breathing and then a howl-like moan.  She realized that something was in there with her and it was moving toward her.

What fire!  What zest!  The cloaked Brit thought as he watched the tall brunette on the stage.  He hadn’t seen this kind of strength in a woman since…No, but that was another woman, another time.  But could this girl be one too?  He tried to recall what was the fate of the Boston girl.  She went to LA, went to jail? Died? Leading to the call of this one?  Could she be?  What blood there was in his veins began to boil with lust.  He had to intervene immediately.  He swept toward the edge of the stage and spoke to the man at the mic.  "Hey mate, why don’t we both do each other a favor and let me handle this firecracker for you."

"I’m not going anywhere with you!" she argued to the fierce-looking platinum man.  "I’ll beat you before I do."  He ran up to the stage and grabbed hold of her arms, but she was quick and before he knew it, she delivered a hard kick to his shin.  After a moment of pain, he spoke "Watch your manners little girl.  You don’t want me to lock you up, do you?"  He grinned before grabbing her again as she struggled.   He led her out to the alley.

Somewhere deep in a crypt-deep in the night, an animal smelled his prey.  Bravely, the short brunette held out her hand and the creature-a wolf?-gently licked her palm.  She was frightened, yet fascinated.  She saw it’s gleaming white teeth-teeth that most surely would rip her apart in an instant and yet, it didn’t.  If anything, the beast nuzzled against her and she was able to pet its matted fur.  Amazed and oddly comforted, she looked at the high window of the enclosed room.  Would it be morning soon?

In the alley behind the Bronze, the tall brown-haired girl struggled against the strong grip of the black clad hunk.  Suddenly she broke free and held out her fists to him in a fighting stance.  He just laughed at her "What in the hell do you take me for?  I don’t mind a little playing around now and then, but aren’t we being a little over-zealous?"  She gave him an uppercut that smashed his jaw and he was startled.

The blonde man rubbed his jaw while he stood looking at the tall brunette.  They were alone in the alley.  He was able to compose himself and speak "Ok girl, you wanna fight? But you better be ready.  I’m not one of those little boys you’re used to dealing with.  I’m a man.  Do you think you can handle that?"  His words fell off his tongue so smoothly and seductively.  "Probably not."  He walked up to her more closely.  His deep look took her off guard, almost like she was hypnotized.  Unconsciously she lowered her fists.  He continued.  "You probably wouldn’t know how to operate with a man like me.  Lucky for you, I can show you how to work all the gears."  He realized it was time to get moving as he could see the dark of the night lifting.  Then he grabbed her to him tightly.  She collapsed in his well-muscled arms.  "Now then, luv" he spoke, "I think it’s time we put you in shackles"

She didn’t remember falling asleep and yet suddenly she was waking to the sound of a bird’s singing.  It was perched by the window of the crypt in which the short brunette was imprisoned with the hairy creature that had nestled itself in her arms.  Her curly hair tickled her cheek and she wanted to move it with her hand, but it was trapped beneath a suddenly furless arm-a pale-skinned arm that belonged to a now bare-skinned man lying in her arms.  She was shocked to find this man with red hair and extremely soft skin lying there with her, until he lifted his head and his piercing blue eyes met her brown ones.  She spoke "Oh, it’s you" and smiled.  He smiled back.  "Yes.  And we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.  What should we do?"

And she said, Suddenly I’m feeling very Randy (Giles)…Yeah Baby!