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.
As she stepped out of the car, the cool night air caressed her skin. The street was quiet, but she could hear the muffled thrum of music from inside the bar. A group of people - no, not people, she realized - were lounging near the entrance. Their movements were too fluid, too graceful to be human. They cast curious glances her way, no doubt sensing a fellow supernatural.
