The Blood Room

I started The Blood Room a few years back after I interviewed this young woman who practiced vampirism. Now, I'm no advocate of vampirism nor do I practice it. The names and places used in this excerpt are fictional. It's definitely not for the squeamish.

The Blood Room
The stars were entangled in the night’s web. The night crept early; its stars bled on sidewalks and cast reflections of lust. The air was damp and musty like the closet of a Victorian House. A sliver of a moon peeked in and out of bulbous clouds. The echoes of high heels resounded through the neighborhood because it was Friday night. Wise women bolted their doors and pulled down their shades on full moons like this. Alexandria O’Bryan sat in front of her vanity with legs crossed and brushed her coarse red hair. Alexandria’s Irish descendency was a prevalent feature. Her bony fingers picked up her rouge and applied it to her pale freckled cheeks.

As Alexandria applied her lipstick it molded on her lips like a liquid crayon. She was draped in a dark green velvet cloak, a burgundy camisole, fishnet stockings and high heels. She took the elevator down to the front of her building. Sometimes Alex walked down the ten flights of stairs for the exercise, but not that night.

The club that Alexandria was headed to was located on the outskirts of Providence. Alexandria stuck out her thumb like an early erection and sure enough a taxi stopped. She sat quietly in the back of the taxi while the taxi driver played Sufi music.

“You mind if I smoke?” Alexandria inquired.

“No not at all, in fact can I have one” the taxi driver replied in a strong Middle Eastern accent.



Alexandria took long drags from her Virginia Slim. She rolled down the window for the smoke to escape. The icy air blew on her face and caused her pale countenance to whiten.

Everyone in the club dressed similar. Alexandria was 22, 5'9, and slender. The outline of her pelvic bone could be seen through her fitted dress. Her lips were full and nose thin. She stuck her wrist out...stamp...she slept with the bouncer a few times. Alexandria strolled through the mixed crowd of goth, straight edgers, and washed out 80’s rockers. Flashes of strobe lights and cracked mirrors delivered the ambiance of a bad porno flick. She waltzed over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Twirled around a bit before she got the bartender’s attention.

“Let me have a Bloody Mary” she ordered.

“Coming right up beautiful” the words rolled off the bartender’s tongue like an auctioneer.

Alexandria twirled around in her seat and faced the dance floor. She sipped on her drink and watched the club goers dance. She received a few offers of ecstasy but turned them down. Suddenly a tall slender blonde emerges from the crowd of dancers and walks straight towards Alexandria.

“Hey girl, how you doing?” the blonde asks.

“Tiffany, oh my god, what’s up?” asked Alexandria

Tiffany and Alexandria went to high school together. Tiffany placed her hand on Alexandria’s bare knee and squeezed it as she conversed. Tiffany leaned in close and whispered to Alexandria,



“You look great, wanna come over with some friends?”

“Yeah sure, when ya leavin’?”

“Now, c’mon” Tiffany insisted.

Tiffany grabbed Alexandria’s hands and pulled her outside. A car full of old high school friends was parked in front of the club. Tiffany grabbed the handle of the passenger door and pushed Alexandria in. Tiffany squeezed in next to Alexandria and shut the door behind her.

They all headed to Tifanny’s house located on an isolated road in the city of Providence.

“I’m Francis” a handsome young man with dark hair and green eyes said as he reached over Tiffany to shake Alexandria’s hand. Tiffany rolled her eyes.

“Please to meet you Francis” said Alex with a smile.

A large tree sat in the front yard as if it guarded the house. The porch was in need of repair but still could withstand loads of weight. Floral curtains covered most of the windows in the house. Bright light tracking aligned the ceilings. The floors were wooden and recently waxed. A huge white leather couch, recliner, and love seat adorned the living room. The 5 of them entered into Tiffany’s house and all sat on the soft leather couch.

“This is my humble abode” Tiffany introduced.

“Humble?” Tammy questioned.

“This house looks like it belongs in Hollywood or something” said Sean

“I will show you where The Blood Room is in a sec, first I gotta use the toilet” said Tiffany.



The Blood Room was located in the basement of the house. Chiffon was draped from the ceiling. Candelabras with wax drippings occupied a few shelves. Hundred of books were in crates and stacked in piles. A huge flat screen was suspended from the ceiling and a quality cd player stood in the corner. Tiffany put on some instrumental Mambo music. Tiffany stood on a crate and said,

“Welcome to my blood room.”

Tiffany opened a couple of bottles of wine and left them open on the bar next to some goblets. Francis started first. He took a razor blade and made a sharp incision on his arm. As Francis’s blood dripped down his tanned arm he immediately held it to Alexandria’s mouth. Alexandria hesitated for a moment, licked the blood with the tip of her tongue.

“I can’t, the taste..it’s too bitter” Alexandria complained.

“C’mon Alex, you’ll get used to it” Francis demanded.

Alex placed her mouth over the entire incision inhaled and extracted a huge amount of Francis’s blood. Francis’s heart began to beat rapidly. He lay down with an ecstatic smile on his face. Alex’s breathing became heavier and she drained more blood from his arm. The rest of the friends squirmed in place as Alex continued.