Graves had decided to treat his shadows to a night out at a local club. The club was packed, the music was loud and it seemed as though everyone was mingling and having a good time.

Graves stepped off to the side, trying to catch his breath. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed them. A figure wiping their red stained lips and fangs? Graves shifted on his feet. "What the hell?" He mumbled, his southern twang lacing his words as he watched.