The three men chuckled at the comment. The tall tree’s which were along the pathway of the graveyard where shorn of leaves. A foggy mist had enveloped the night making it hard to see more than five yards ahead.

 The clickity click sound of high heel shoes could be heard from someone walking behind them.
“Who’s there?” Danny bellowed at the barely visible figure behind them.

The figure of the prostitute emerged from the mist and fixed the men with a piercing gaze as she walked by and disappeared into the foggy night ahead.

“Looks like you’ve found yourself an admirer there mate.” Danny said to Peter.

“Piss off.” Peter laughed.

 The men continued walking ahead in the dark. More footsteps could be heard behind them this time someone running accompanied by the sound of a chain jangling.

“Whose there?” Danny bellowed again.

The figure of a jogger emerged from the dark with a dog running beside on him his collar jangling in the night.

“Who goes jogging in the middle of the night?” asked Peter.

“The freaks are definitely all out tonight.” Femi said.

The men passed a graveyard mausoleum which had the legend utarefson graffiti across it.

“Who the fuck spray paints graffiti in graveyards?” asked Danny.

“It’s the sign of the times mate.” Peter replied.

A caw caw high pitched sound broke the silence of the graveyard as a flock of crows suddenly descended on top of the mausoleum.

“Where did all these crows come from?” Danny asked.

“Fuck knows lets.” Peter replied.

“What’s the time?” Danny asked.

“It’s twenty two.” Peter replied.

“If we jog it we should comfortably make it before twelve I’m curious to see what this midnight surprise at the club is.” Danny said.

The men broke out into a jog out of the graveyard on onto the industrial estate and to the entrance of the club.

Two crows descended from the sky and perched on the roof of the club followed by another and another until the roof was covered by half a dozen.

At the entrance of the club were 2 shaven headed bouncers.  Danny and his companions flashed the flyers at them which they scrutinised before waving them through.

A narrow staircase led down to the club.

“Looks pretty busy in here.” Danny said.

“It is.” Femi replied.

The room was filled with a cacophony of loud chatter and levity as they made their way through the crowd of people.
People were swaying rhythmically to the music arms and legs a whirl of motion, hypnotised and intoxicated by the music.

 “Crowd probably here for the midnight surprise whatever it is.” Peter said.

“Shame the music is so shit.” Danny said.

Loud industrial techno began to blare out from the speakers making it hard to be heard while the strobe lights began to flicker on and off making the figures in the club look like silhouettes.

A slim woman with a half cut top revealing her mid drift adorned with a gothic designed belly button piercing brushed past Danny provocatively, he felt the warm breath of her mouth as her lips caressed his neck before giving him a passionate love bite then disappeared into the crowd.

“Most be your aftershave mate.” Peter joked.

“Certainly not his winning personality.” Femi laughed.

“I think I might like it in here.” Danny said.

The friends made their way to the bar just as loud continuous chimes bellowed from the speakers to denote midnight.  
Danny caught the attention of the barman who came over. Behind the bar a sign of the club Utarefson was reflected backwards it read Nosferatu.

Time seem to stand still for a brief moment as Danny’s legs relaxed as if to give way.
The barman saw Danny was aware of the sign and lunged forward at him mouth open with two fangs protruding from his jaw.

Danny picked up a bottle of beer on the bar and smashed it over the barman’s head who fell backwards behind the bar.

Danny yelled out as he felt a searing pain in his neck, blood spurting from the wound onto his shirt, from the mirror in the bar he could make out the skin headed figure of the man he encountered in the Weatherspoon pub biting furiously into his neck.

As Danny fell backwards crashing onto the floor slowing losing consciousness Femi’s severed head rolled past him, he could also make out Peters feet amongst the crowd sprinting towards the emergency exit. Danny’s mobile phone fell from his pocket with a text message don’t come to the club tonight you will be killed.