Once again, another spurt, please critique I never get any. :'(

The club was loud, filled with the crush of many bodies. Smoke hung heavy in the air, along with the heady scent of spilled alcohol. Alasia sat in a corner booth, bored out of her skull by the senseless bragging of her date for the night. He was tall and well built and thought the world of himself, hence the boredom. She currently was watching the drama unfolding between two friends, peering out from blonde curls as the redhead yelled obscenities at her platinum blonde companion over the din of music. She finally broke off, hurrying toward the door when she realized her argument was lost on the ditzy mindset the blonde held for her own boy toy. As she did so, a trio of brawny men nodded to each other and followed her. Alasia easily read their intentions. Uh-oh.
“Brett?”
“Yeah, babe?” He replied, trying to slide an arm around her waist and pull her closer. She quickly rose out of reach. Alasia fought the urge to roll her eyes. He thought a pet name meant he owned her.
“I’m gonna go outside for a minute.”
“I thought you didn’t smoke.”
“I didn’t, until I had to spend all this time fending off attempts to paw your way into my good graces.” Her dark green eyes glittered with satisfaction at finally being able to tell off this worthless sack of flesh. “One more minute with you and I’ll be gladly searching for a gun to put to my head.” Brett flinched back in shock, a logical response to the way she’d changed from shy, doting girlfriend to a confident young woman. She didn’t say any more, not wanting to waste a single breath on him any longer, but instead wound her way through the crowd and out the door to let the cool night air of Rayburn, Texas kiss her tanned face.
As she stood on the sidewalk in front of the bar, Alasia heard the sounds of a scuffle coming from what must be one of the only two alleys in this dinky little Southern town. Ancient instinct told her to run, but the lure of curiosity led her to walk toward the noise.
“lease, please. What did I do?” The voice was that of the redhead, as she’d figured it would be, and filled with fear.
“Nothing, darlin’. Like others have told us before, it’s not your fault you are what you are.” A masculine voice replied. Alasia quietly walked closer, hoping to remain unnoticed. The trio had the young woman trapped in the corner between the dumpster and the wall of the bar, the cliches having an endless reign over the situation this night. In their hands each held a weapon. The speaker had a crossbow slung at his waist. Alasia also saw a wooden cross extended in front of the youngest member as if some sort of a shield. “It’s merely our sworn duty to rid the world of monsters such as yourself.”
“Monster? I’m not a monster. My name is Stacy, my friend and I just came down here for a little vacation, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The redhead, Stacy, laid her hands flat on the filthy wall as if she could shrink further away from the men. Alasia yawned to herself, looking down at her nails, which she had just painted a pale blue before coming here. She sighed quietly.
“You know, not that this isn’t so much fun, I thought things would be much more interesting out here. I’m practically asleep on my feet.” Her warm, Southern drawl made them jump in surprise.
“lease leave,” the youngster advised. “You haven’t any business here and we wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” Alasia smiled.
“Oh, I won’t get hurt. I was just looking for Stacy. She said that she would help me with my Spanish assignment. I figured that since Natalie was busy with Sleazebag in there we could get some peace and quiet for once.”
“Now ma’am.” It was the leader’s turn to speak,, keeping his tone level and soothing as he approached after signaling to his companions to close in on Stacy. He reached out to lay a hand on Alasia’s arm. In the instant it took for him to make contact with her skin, he was flying back up the alley to skid face-first through the trash. With a laugh, she turned to face the other men, crouching down slightly in preparation for their oncoming attack. Both of them soon met with unconsciousness as she knocked their heads together.
“Come on, Stacy.” Darting forward, Alasia grabbed the redhead’s arm and the pair took off running.
“Thank you.” From the corner of her eye, she noticed Stacy’s nostrils flaring slightly.
“If you so much as lay a single fang on me I’ll stake you myself.” Her mouth dropped open in surprise.
“How’d you...” Alasia rolled her green eyes.
“uh-lease, that situation made things quite obvious even if I wasn’t the intelligent young lady I don’t appear to be. Besides, I can smell what you are.” They finally came to a halt in front of a sign that read ‘Dr. Kayce Teal, Psychiatrist.’ “Go inside and tell the receptionist you want to see Jeanor.”
“What are you?” Alasia smiled, revealing a pair of white fangs.
‘Don’t you wish you knew.” Turning, she jumped into a nearby tree and then onto the roof of the hardware store next door, disappearing from sight.