My place or yours?
Elena, seated in the corner, observed the violent spectacle with a mixture of disdain and fascination. Her crimson eyes betrayed a silent commentary on the state of their kind. As the conflict reached its zenith, she continued to sip from her glass, the rising anger within her building like a storm.
'So this is what we have become? We barely have as much honor as these lower life forms we let thrive amongst us. How low have we fallen?!' Elena's thoughts raged within her, resonating with the shattering of the glass in her hand. With controlled poise, she rose from her seat and walked out of the bar, leaving the echoes of the primal struggle behind.
The night air outside provided a stark contrast to the turmoil within the bar, and as Elena stepped into the shadows of the city, she carried with her a profound dissatisfaction with the current state of vampire society.