as it made a
metal-on-metal groaning noise in protest. After little resistance the latch
succumbed to the pressure and gave out. I pushed the door open and gestured for
Holly to go in.
“Huh,” she looked at me in appreciation.
“Now, why didn’t we just do that before?”
“This was plan B, in case plan A failed. It
did,” I explained hoping that would suffice. I didn’t want to admit to her that
I hated using my abilities in front of her. Somehow, there was a difference
between her knowing about me and her actually seeing me as a freak. It felt as
if I was bringing her further into my world when I gave demonstrations of my
inhuman characteristics, which, of course, felt wrong.
I ushered her in past me while holding out
my hand as a spot. She made it through the threshold on her own, but I didn’t
think she would have the same fortune on the dance floor. I had a feeling I
wouldn’t be able to avoid the sweaty masses grinding against themselves,
spilling various types of alcohol over everyone around them as they bump into
each other in an awkward rhythm that, to them, seems like dancing, and to the
really drunk ones, probably seems like really awesome dancing.
The inside reminded me of an old theatre
that had been gutted and updated to a very modern look. There was a wide open
space in the center of the room that was the dance floor, and there were
graduated levels on the main floor. The dance floor was the lowest, then there
was an outer ring of tables that was a step up from the dance floor, and toward
the main entrance was a long bar that was one more step up. This level wrapped
around the side walls creating another level of seating that was separated from
the middle level by a rail. On the opposite end of the dance floor was a large
stage that could be used for major bands.
Tonight, they just had a DJ playing in the
booth to the left of the stage. There was a mezzanine that was high above the
bar area, and from the dance floor, several sectioned seating areas could be
seen past the railing. That must have been the VIP section. It was hard to make
out with all the flashing colored lights pulsing in the otherwise very dark
building.
Holly and I grabbed a table close to the
stage on the wall after we waited in line at the bar for 25 minutes to buy
drinks that she would, indubitably, have gone in less time than that. I was
already squirming in discomfort of being surrounded by all these people who
were indulging in the simple pleasures of their lives.
I spent the rest of the night going through
the motions and tuning out the world around me while placating a very
intoxicated Holly by nodding and smiling in response to all her offensive
comments about what the other girls were wearing and which guys she wanted to
do. She even tried setting me up with a guy sitting at the table in front of us
on the lower level, which I expertly dodged. I was used to a lot of male
attention no thanks to my freakish good looks. It was annoying to get hit on by
perfect strangers who were only looking for a piece of ass.
We were a few hours into the night when I
sensed one of them in the crowd. I spotted him approaching the dance
floor from the stage area. How did I miss him coming in? He targeted a girl in
the crowd wearing only slightly more than I was, and moved toward her like he
was just another drunk person in the crowd, even staggering and bumping
shoulders with everyone around him.
He wasn’t exactly being stealthy about his
vampire secrecy. Anyone could have felt the cold skin of his arm, which was
noticeably different in comparison to their own. Their skin tended to feel
slightly warmer after feeding, but mostly, it was cold.
He came up behind her while she was swaying
to the electronic dance song with her head tilted back. He pulled her long red
hair back from her shoulder, and she spun around in response to his touch. She
looked at him and quickly accepted his advances. He put his arms around her and
began kissing
metal-on-metal groaning noise in protest. After little resistance the latch
succumbed to the pressure and gave out. I pushed the door open and gestured for
Holly to go in.
“Huh,” she looked at me in appreciation.
“Now, why didn’t we just do that before?”
“This was plan B, in case plan A failed. It
did,” I explained hoping that would suffice. I didn’t want to admit to her that
I hated using my abilities in front of her. Somehow, there was a difference
between her knowing about me and her actually seeing me as a freak. It felt as
if I was bringing her further into my world when I gave demonstrations of my
inhuman characteristics, which, of course, felt wrong.
I ushered her in past me while holding out
my hand as a spot. She made it through the threshold on her own, but I didn’t
think she would have the same fortune on the dance floor. I had a feeling I
wouldn’t be able to avoid the sweaty masses grinding against themselves,
spilling various types of alcohol over everyone around them as they bump into
each other in an awkward rhythm that, to them, seems like dancing, and to the
really drunk ones, probably seems like really awesome dancing.
The inside reminded me of an old theatre
that had been gutted and updated to a very modern look. There was a wide open
space in the center of the room that was the dance floor, and there were
graduated levels on the main floor. The dance floor was the lowest, then there
was an outer ring of tables that was a step up from the dance floor, and toward
the main entrance was a long bar that was one more step up. This level wrapped
around the side walls creating another level of seating that was separated from
the middle level by a rail. On the opposite end of the dance floor was a large
stage that could be used for major bands.
Tonight, they just had a DJ playing in the
booth to the left of the stage. There was a mezzanine that was high above the
bar area, and from the dance floor, several sectioned seating areas could be
seen past the railing. That must have been the VIP section. It was hard to make
out with all the flashing colored lights pulsing in the otherwise very dark
building.
Holly and I grabbed a table close to the
stage on the wall after we waited in line at the bar for 25 minutes to buy
drinks that she would, indubitably, have gone in less time than that. I was
already squirming in discomfort of being surrounded by all these people who
were indulging in the simple pleasures of their lives.
I spent the rest of the night going through
the motions and tuning out the world around me while placating a very
intoxicated Holly by nodding and smiling in response to all her offensive
comments about what the other girls were wearing and which guys she wanted to
do. She even tried setting me up with a guy sitting at the table in front of us
on the lower level, which I expertly dodged. I was used to a lot of male
attention no thanks to my freakish good looks. It was annoying to get hit on by
perfect strangers who were only looking for a piece of ass.
We were a few hours into the night when I
sensed one of them in the crowd. I spotted him approaching the dance
floor from the stage area. How did I miss him coming in? He targeted a girl in
the crowd wearing only slightly more than I was, and moved toward her like he
was just another drunk person in the crowd, even staggering and bumping
shoulders with everyone around him.
He wasn’t exactly being stealthy about his
vampire secrecy. Anyone could have felt the cold skin of his arm, which was
noticeably different in comparison to their own. Their skin tended to feel
slightly warmer after feeding, but mostly, it was cold.
He came up behind her while she was swaying
to the electronic dance song with her head tilted back. He pulled her long red
hair back from her shoulder, and she spun around in response to his touch. She
looked at him and quickly accepted his advances. He put his arms around her and
began kissing
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