OOM: The Nighthouse

The Nighthouse had originally been a gas station in Chesterfield, closed and abandoned even before the Wars had turned that part of the city into what came to be known as Whiteout. But one of Mel's old biker gang had it re-purposed and set up as a bar shortly after the area finally had been deemed "safe" for human habitation again. It was Mel's favored hangout when he didn't have the evening shift at Charlie's, and when Sunshine was free in the evenings as well, she liked to sometimes accompany him. She didn't know enough of the subject of motorcycles to join in their discussions of ignition mixtures and piston resistance, but it was good to just... sit and drink beer with Mel and what was left of his old gang, and listen to the enthusiasts discuss their favorite topic. Nothing was expected of her, and Mel's arm around her waist was a reassuring weight.

The only problem with the Nighthouse was that, being an old gas station, it didn't have restrooms accessible from the interior of the building. Sunshine had excused herself from the table, and gone outside into the night. The light from the interior of the bar caused the crowd of parked motorcycles to gleam white-hot to her sight as she had circled around the building to the back.

The lone, high streetlight behind the bar was bright, the only source of light in the area, casting deep shadows from anything nearby.

Of course, that was what the vampire had been counting on. It hadn't been expecting its potential victim to be able to see it, lurking in the pitch-black shadow of the nearby dumpster. To be expecting the attack, and ready for it when it struck.