Drusilla danced to the heavy techno beat, the moving against the throng of people. They were in a dance club, in Florida, for some reason. Neither of them really liked staying put much anymore, and the more places they visited, the more pretty people there were to eat.
Dru grabbed the boy she was dancing with, and led him from the dancefloor. Pulling him into the shadows, she sunk her fangs into his neck and drank him dry. Then she went looking for her mate.
Dracula was leaning against the wall outside the club, a dead teenaged girl at his feet.
"I'm tired of Miama, my love, let's go somewhere else."
"Let's go to Montreal," Drusilla said. "We haven't been up north in ages." Dracula nodded.
"I do long for a nice French girl," Vlad said.
"Let's go then," Dru said. The Miami chapter of Wolfram & Hart gave them use of a limo with dark windows and a driver.