her in the rearview mirror of the car, but she wasn't worried about anyone else recognizing them. Not in a club she'd never been to before.
She opened the door and straightened her shoulders. All she had to do was find out where Boaz was. Should be easy enough. Ask a few questions and get out of there quick.
Eve shivered and walked toward a black door of a brick warehouse. This was the side entrance. Around the front, a line of people stretched almost the full block. Most of them were regular humans who probably had no idea who or what lurked within the club's walls.
The door was locked. With a simple thought, Eve used magic to pop it open, then slipped inside. She was in a long and dark hallway that smelled of sweat and beer. A loud bass drum shook the paper-thin walls. To her left, a man and a woman were making out heavily. Over the man's shoulder, the blonde-haired woman's gaze met Eve's, and the woman smiled as he kissed up and down her neck. They were both vampires.
Eve walked away and headed toward the music. She parted a black curtain and stepped into a crowd of dancing people. Bodies swayed, hands grabbed, and voices moaned. She pushed through them all, heading in the direction of the bar and to an empty seat.
She was almost there. Someone took hold of her arm and spun her around.
"You're new, aren't you? I would remember a body like that," a tall, thin man said. He had blond, almost white, hair that contrasted with his dark skin, and he wore a black silk shirt tucked into tan slacks.
"How could you tell?" Eve asked, concentrating hard on the man. He was a Supernatural, but she couldn't tell what kind. There was something magical about him, she could sense that much, but his aura felt different from other witches.
"You look nervous." The man slid his fingers down her arm and to her hand, which he clasped. "My name's Lex. I'm the owner of this club. Let me show you around."
She tried to protest, but he was already pulling her back into the crowd and to the other side of the dance floor. Although he wasn't touching anyone, people parted for him as if he'd given an invisible command. Maybe he had.
He guided her past the DJ and stopped at the bottom of a circular staircase that led up.
"You've got some serious power in you," he said, his lips inches from her ear to be sure she would hear him over the music. "I sensed it the moment you walked in."
"Is that a problem?" she asked, trying to appear confident, but it worried her that he was able to sense the only thing she had going for her. Her magic wouldn't be a surprise here.
"On the contrary!" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her earlobe. "We love magic here. In fact, most would say we worship it."
She narrowed her eyes. "What are you?"
"Do you not recognize me?" He clicked his tongue. "Very few do. I'm a Vyel. It's a shame our kind aren't more well known. We do so much for witches, after all."
"Like what?" she asked as she tried to recall what she knew about Vyels. They were rare. And something about teleporting.
He smiled big, exposing Chiclet-like white teeth, and looked toward the top of the staircase. "How about if I just show you?"
She followed his gaze and frowned. Was it only a prop? The metal stairs spun all the way to the top of the ceiling and then just stopped.
"There's nothing there," she said.
"Ah, but the view is fantastic. Come with me." He placed one foot on the first step.
A cold shiver broke on her skin. Something wasn't right. She took a deep breath and looked again at the staircase. Using magic, she blinked and "opened" her supernatural eyes. This time she saw something different.
At the top of the stairs, on a whole other level, another party was taking place. Lights pulsed from a parted black curtain. Just beyond it, all kinds of Supernaturals were in full party mode.
"Maybe another time," she said and turned back toward the bar, deliberately moving her arm away as he reached to stop her. "I'm looking for someone."
Lex
She opened the door and straightened her shoulders. All she had to do was find out where Boaz was. Should be easy enough. Ask a few questions and get out of there quick.
Eve shivered and walked toward a black door of a brick warehouse. This was the side entrance. Around the front, a line of people stretched almost the full block. Most of them were regular humans who probably had no idea who or what lurked within the club's walls.
The door was locked. With a simple thought, Eve used magic to pop it open, then slipped inside. She was in a long and dark hallway that smelled of sweat and beer. A loud bass drum shook the paper-thin walls. To her left, a man and a woman were making out heavily. Over the man's shoulder, the blonde-haired woman's gaze met Eve's, and the woman smiled as he kissed up and down her neck. They were both vampires.
Eve walked away and headed toward the music. She parted a black curtain and stepped into a crowd of dancing people. Bodies swayed, hands grabbed, and voices moaned. She pushed through them all, heading in the direction of the bar and to an empty seat.
She was almost there. Someone took hold of her arm and spun her around.
"You're new, aren't you? I would remember a body like that," a tall, thin man said. He had blond, almost white, hair that contrasted with his dark skin, and he wore a black silk shirt tucked into tan slacks.
"How could you tell?" Eve asked, concentrating hard on the man. He was a Supernatural, but she couldn't tell what kind. There was something magical about him, she could sense that much, but his aura felt different from other witches.
"You look nervous." The man slid his fingers down her arm and to her hand, which he clasped. "My name's Lex. I'm the owner of this club. Let me show you around."
She tried to protest, but he was already pulling her back into the crowd and to the other side of the dance floor. Although he wasn't touching anyone, people parted for him as if he'd given an invisible command. Maybe he had.
He guided her past the DJ and stopped at the bottom of a circular staircase that led up.
"You've got some serious power in you," he said, his lips inches from her ear to be sure she would hear him over the music. "I sensed it the moment you walked in."
"Is that a problem?" she asked, trying to appear confident, but it worried her that he was able to sense the only thing she had going for her. Her magic wouldn't be a surprise here.
"On the contrary!" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her earlobe. "We love magic here. In fact, most would say we worship it."
She narrowed her eyes. "What are you?"
"Do you not recognize me?" He clicked his tongue. "Very few do. I'm a Vyel. It's a shame our kind aren't more well known. We do so much for witches, after all."
"Like what?" she asked as she tried to recall what she knew about Vyels. They were rare. And something about teleporting.
He smiled big, exposing Chiclet-like white teeth, and looked toward the top of the staircase. "How about if I just show you?"
She followed his gaze and frowned. Was it only a prop? The metal stairs spun all the way to the top of the ceiling and then just stopped.
"There's nothing there," she said.
"Ah, but the view is fantastic. Come with me." He placed one foot on the first step.
A cold shiver broke on her skin. Something wasn't right. She took a deep breath and looked again at the staircase. Using magic, she blinked and "opened" her supernatural eyes. This time she saw something different.
At the top of the stairs, on a whole other level, another party was taking place. Lights pulsed from a parted black curtain. Just beyond it, all kinds of Supernaturals were in full party mode.
"Maybe another time," she said and turned back toward the bar, deliberately moving her arm away as he reached to stop her. "I'm looking for someone."
Lex
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