The Vampire Club loomed in the heart of the city, its ominous glow a beacon for the supernatural elite. A place of forbidden indulgence, it welcomed all creatures of the night but maintained a strict law of neutrality—no killing within its premises. Beneath its dazzling exterior lay layers of secrets and whispers, a perfect hunting ground for Alaric and James.
As they approached the entrance, Alaric's sharp eyes scanned the crowd. The line of patrons waiting to enter was a mixture of vampires, shapeshifters, and the occasional human who had wandered in too deep. James nudged him with his elbow, flashing two sleek black invitation cards.
"VIP access," James announced with a grin. "I told you I'd handle it."