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fun to listen to but something about the music struck Moon as a bit odd.  He gave Sonia a puzzled look.  "This is Country and Western, isn't it?"
    Sonia laughed , prettily despite her fangs.  "Yeah, but don't try to tell them.  They get really upset if you suggest that it's anything other than Goth."
    Otherwise, the band was extremely high-quality and Moon decided to give them a special mention in his article .  By the time they were performing their last set number, 'Dark Caress', a sinisterly erotic song about vampiric love, Moon was dancingvery close and very sexy with Sonia.  I'm in with a chance here , he thought, as she beckoned him into a shadowy corner for a passionate, if rather toothy, snog.  Moon remembered a joke he had heard or read somewhere about the dangers of French kissing vampires.  Sonia's fangs may only be made plastic but he was slightly worried that he was in danger of losing his tongue.
    The band finished with a double encore of their more rocky numbers, but by then, Moon was too engrossed with Sonia to do more than vaguely register that they were quite good .  Then, during the sudden, shocking quiet of 'drinking up time', Sonia looked up at him shyly and asked, "Would you like to come back to my place?" Moon made a quick mental check of the expiry date of the condoms stored hopefully in his wallet for just such an opportunity, then joyfully agreed.

Chapter 4
     
     
    The outside air was mercifully cool and smoke free after the heat and fug in the pub.  Moon stood as patiently as possible with his arms around Sonia while she and Avril said goodbye to almost everyone who had come to the gig.  Avril, it turned out, was going out with the bassist of Unquiet Grave, one of the bands that had played during the first half of the programme, before Moon had arrived.  He continued to be impressed by the family- like atmosphere between these people.  It was almost as if becoming a Goth was like joining a different race – or perhaps ‘tribe’ was a better description - which had its own identifying features and customs.
    The parade of goodbyes finally drew to an end and they left the courtyard to board the cab that Avril had phoned for earlier .  As they piled into the taxi, Moon glanced back at the pub and with a start glimpsed a pale figure that beckoned to him from the darkness of a nearby alley, which ran behind the main building.  He knew immediately that this was a spirit; its deathly pale face was framed by the shadowy ghost of long black hair and a dark red stain glistened wetly on the right side of its neck.  The dark hollows of its eyes seemed to bore into Moon, accusing him of indifference, as he climbed guiltily into the cab.
    Avril and Sonia shared a flat in Bristol's Hotwells area, not far from the Ebenezer Chapel and just up the road from where Isambard Kingdom Brunel's famous steam ship, the Great Western was moored on permanent display across the harbour.  It was a part of Bristol Moon didn't visit often as the only attractions were the docks, a large Army & Navy store and a couple of fairly mediocre pubs.  The taxi pulled into an Edwardian terrace and the Afro-Caribbean driver, his head made huge by the dreadlocks packed into his red, yellow and green woollen hat, asked for eleven pounds fare.  Feeling magnanimous, Moon paid for all of them.  The girl's flat was in a semi-detached Edwardian house about a hundred yards uphill from the main road.  Most of Bristol is either up or downhill from somewhere because it was built around the Avon Gorge.  However, the roads around the Hotwells area run down the sides of the Gorge itself and are very steep, so Moon was feeling quite winded by the time they reached the front door.
    " I hope you're up for this, Lover!" whispered Sonia, frowning at his shortness of breath.
    " Oh, yes! I'll be fine.  I'm just not used to consorting with cliff-dwellers."
    Sonia gave a short laugh .  "I suppose it is pretty steep.  You just get used to