The sleek black car purred to a stop in front of The Black Swan. Samantha sat for a moment, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she stared at the familiar facade. The bar looked just as she remembered it from that fateful night - sleek and modern, with hints of Art Nouveau in its curving lines. But now, with her heightened vampire senses, she could detect so much more.
An electric tension hummed in the air, invisible but palpable. It was as if the very atmosphere around the building was charged with supernatural energy. Samantha took a deep, unnecessary breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead.
