You are standing in New Midnight. All you see is darkness, except for one streetlight. Under the streetlight you see one black rose bush. Your skin is vibrating from the loud, pounding music inside of Cafe Sangra. You turn around to face the cafe. As you turn toward the cafe, the gooseflesh on your arms stands up. You feel your legs moving towards the doorway. Your good sense tells you not to go in, but you no longer feel you have a will of your own.
You walk into the cafe; you feel the ground pulsating from the music. Your skin tingles from the different auras in the room. Your eardrums are threatening to break fro the volume of the music. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, and once they do, your vision is distorted again, this time by the shattered mirrors on the wall.
You sit at one of the booths, expecting a waiter to come, but there are none. You stand up awkwardly, walk over to the bar, and grab a drink. You place a $5 bill on the counter and head back to your booth. The bottle feels warm in your hand, you wonder what it is and start to lower the thick, dark liquid to your lips. Suddenly, a stranger stops you. They take the bottle from you, drink it, and throw it over their shoulder. You hear it shatter, which makes you cringe. The stranger seams unnerved by what just happened. He gives you a look of warning and stares you down with his soulless black eyes. You're lost in his gaze until he turns away and walks on. He suddenly stops, turns back to you, and, with a smirk, says, "You know, you didn't have to pay for that." He flashes a smile at you, revealing sharp, abnormal fangs. He walks to the bar and grabs the $5. He stuffs it in his pocket and gives you a humored grin.
You suddenly feel strange being there.You decide to leave, feeling apprehensive about the future. Once outside, you turn towards the pathway that leads back to the familiar streets of Concord and walk home.