I parked my bike in front of my room. Lucky "13" that should be easy enough to remember. I stand and stretch as I think how a nice cool tankard of strong honey mead shall taste. If they do not have that, I guess whatever swill they pass as ale here will have to do.
The name above the bar reads " The Howling Moon Bar ", well blessed be, this must be a sign that I am still blessed by the earth mother, Gaia. I hope I am also still favored by sister moon, Luna. The silvery patron of all were-creatures.
As I walked up to the door, I started realizing I was much taller than the average person, I was not the only were-creature that was in this bar, and this music they called hard or classical rock and roll stimulated my senses for action.
I opened the door, ducked down as I entered it, and started looking for a table to sit at. It seemed the best place to sit was the empty booth beside the door. That or go to the back corner table and tell the other werewolves there that they needed to vacate their seats for me. I thought it was best to sit and observe my surroundings first. Watch and see how people interacted with others before pulling a dormancy power trip.
Many had already stopped and started staring and pointing at me as I walked through the door. Many of the other bikers in the bar started whispering and talking about my presence and the cut that I wore. I could tell the five sitting at the bar wearing the Circle of Blood MC patches on their backs were going to be trouble. But really, why would any pack allow blood-sucking vampires to tread in their bar's territory? I could tell I had a lot to learn.
A very attractive, sleek redhead walked up to my table with a serving tray. I could tell from her smell she was a were-cat of some type. She wore skin-tight leather pants with a fishnet tight top that left nothing to the imagination.
"What will it be tonight, hun? Our specials are Dragons Breath Beer, Hot Buttered Rum, and vodka paralyzers. The kitchen is open for another hour if you would like some food. We have double cheese buffalo burgers on special, and all-you-can-eat extreme heat chicken wings with a pitcher of beer. I will be your server tonight, and my name is Kitty," she says with a low purr as she eyes me up.
"I would like your largest steak rare with all the fixings, and a platter of your wings with a pitcher of beer. Do you, by chance, have a tankard of chilled mead also?" I ask her politely.
"I do not even know what mead is dear, as for the largest steak that would be our 96-ounce porterhouse with beans, slaw, and a baked potato, and if you are able to eat it all within an hour then your drinks and meal are free for the night. Are you sure you want that and the all-you-can-eat wings?" Kitty asks being very serious about it.
"Yes, and can you start with the pitcher of beer and a pint of the Hot buttered rum, while I am waiting for my food, and bring another pitcher of beer with the food please," I say back to her.
I admire her backside as she walks away. She verily makes it to the bar to put my orders in when one of the Blood Circle guys stops her and starts questioning her about me. She starts to get agitated till the 6'6" tall, walking wall of muscle, which they call a bouncer, walks over to see what the problem is. The bouncer has a shaved head and a body full of tattoos all over him. He doesn't seem to be the pleasant type, and reeks of being a werewolf that doesn't seem to care for vampires.
Kitty returns fast enough, dodging the groping hands that keep reaching out to snag a feel or slap her on her butt as she passes by. She places the pitcher of beer on the table with a tall pint mug for it to be poured into. Then places a warm pint mug of Hot Buttered Rum in front of me. The aromas of the spices coming from it are almost overpowering to my senses.
Kitty leaned in close. "I know you have to be a tough girl leading a motorcycle club, but this is not your typical bar. Some here think you need to be taught a lesson. Others want to test you not knowing where the rest of your club is."
"Well Kitty, thank you. Those vampires would all be dust if they wished to try. Your bouncer friend, the werewolf, I am sure belongs to a club but is wearing a blank while working, Well he and the dogs in that back table could try, but I would warn them they will not be doing anything but resting and healing their wounds for the next few days if they do." I whisper back as I playfully give her a pock on the side of her neck.
The look of shock on her face was more than worth it. "You're one of us? Sorry, I thought you were just a human." Kitty says as she inhales deeply to pick up my scent, and purrs slightly as she kisses my ear.
"If your break is soon, grab a drink and join me for some wings on me. I am in need of some information and conversation." I say, letting just a little of my alpha power come through with my words.
"Yes, I will join you soon with your food, mistress." Kitty smiles and turns with a spring in her step, headed to the kitchen to grab my order.
I must be out of practice with controlling my alpha powers because just that small trickle I let out made every supernatural creature in the bar snap their heads in my direction and stare. It was almost comical seeing them all raise their noses to sniff the air to pinpoint where the power came from.