Stacy walked up to the club at about midnight with her brother Jake or Jackal, as he preferred to be called now. Stacy could hear the thudding of the Goth music from outside and couldn’t wait to get inside and become apart of the dancing, writhing throng. She loved to lose her soul to the music to feel the music go through her being like a chain, connecting her to hundreds of other people. Jackal’s shouting brought her back to reality; he had somehow to get to the front of the line. Stacy walked up to the doors and flashed the doorman her fake id, she was still 3 years short of becoming of age to get into the club. But the fake id passed and she walked into the huge dark made from an old warehouse club. The band was still getting started and System of a down was playing over the huge speakers, so she decided to look to see if anyone she knew was there. She went upstairs to the second floor, which was mostly just an unsteady balcony. As she got to the railing she looked out and scanned the mass of twisting bodies. Even without a band people would dance, that was probably one of the great things Stacy liked about this club, it never changed fads, never agreed with silly trends. Fuck fads, is what most people in the club would say. Not seeing anyone she knew, Stacy went downstairs and started dancing with herself. It wasn’t long before a teen guy was dancing with her, they both flirted a little but at the end of the song they split ways and another song came on followed by a different guy. True it was a catch 22 but Stacy wasn’t complaining, she already had a boyfriend so she didn’t want to cheat on him. But there really was no harm in friendly flirtation. After the band finally got set up and started playing, Stacy got really thirsty so she went over to the bar where she found her brother Jackal. Who was flirting with a skinny girl, clad in black and with bright green hair. He also had a steady girlfriend but guilt never seemed to bother him so he would cheat when he wanted to. Stacy didn’t really like it, but it wasn’t her problem and it wasn’t affecting her so whatever. At the bar she found that there was a new bartender, he was cute, spiked black hair with lush green eyes.
“So what’ll you have?” asked the cute bartender.
“A beer” responded Stacy, yelling over the loud music coming from the death metal band that had just started playing.
The bartender casually pulled a beer bottle out of some refrigerator below the counter and passed it to Stacy. Stacy couldn’t stand being near him so she left the bar so she wouldn’t seem like such a gawking fool. So she went to a cluster of tables to sit down and drink her beer, Satan’s Misery was playing another set of fast death metal where the lyrics were lost in the loud screams and trashing sound. So she drank her beer slowly alone while she observed the dancing mass of bodies. Just as she started to feel loneliness creep in, a tall guy came up to her table.
“Is this seat taken?” asked the stranger.
“Sure” said Stacy.
“I’m Ezekiel,” said the guy.
“I’m Stacy” she replied.
“You want to get out of here?”
“Where?” asked Stacy.
“I know about this club, it’s really into gothic vampire shit”
Not wanting to lose the stranger’s attention, she said “Ok…”
“Great, follow me” Ezekiel said as he rose from the chair.
Stacy’s conscience was quiet for some reason; usually she would be feeling doubt about going with a complete stranger that she knew nothing about except his name. But for some odd reason she trusted him, like she was under a spell or something. So she walked through the club following him and went out through the main doors. It was like a string was pulling her along. Her senses snapped back when she was standing in front of a blood red corvette. It seemed pretty new and she walked to the passenger’s side and got in. It all seemed like a dream, but she could feel the cool air hit her face, she could feel the warm gaze that radiated from Ezekiel’s indigo eyes turn to her whenever they stopped at a red light. The deep indigo seemed unnatural, but Stacy ruled out that they were probably contacts, but the more she looked into them the more her body felt out of her control. She couldn’t estimate the time of the trip to the new club, the only thing she did remember was when the car stopped and Ezekiel said they had arrived. As she got out of the car she was stunned at the building that the car had just pulled up to. There were valets and the club looked like a combination of Goth and something that she couldn’t put her finger on. There were two stories, red velvet carpets outside and then she looked up to face two bouncers; both of them had shaved heads, dark sunglasses and big muscles.
“Hey boys,” said Ezekiel, “take care of the car, it’s new.”
“Of course.” Said one of the bouncers.
They almost seemed to be twins except one had skin the color of creamy chocolate and the other had the skin of ivory.
As Stacy walked through the large wooden doors she was struck off guard by the music, outside she hadn’t even heard a sound from inside. The music wasn’t death metal but not punk either, and she had a hard time coming up with a name for it. People were dancing very fast; Stacy couldn’t even keep her eyes on the moving mass of dancers because she would get dizzy. But Ezekiel gazed into her eyes and all oddities disappeared from her mind and she continued to walk, past the bar to a small hallway. The paint in the hallway was peeling and Stacy thought it was very cold and scary. She even thought she heard a muffled scream emanate from one of the old wooden doors to her left. At the end of the hall Ezekiel stopped and knocked at a big metal door that was very different from the other doors, mostly because it was new while all the other doors seemed old and were wooden. A small slit opened in the middle of the door and two pairs of eyes glowed from behind the small hole. Ezekiel gave a small gesture and behind the door there were sounds of many bolts slamming back and in a few seconds the door was open and it reveled a huge room, which seem to be made out of red velvet. Any other time Stacy would’ve thought it was tasteless and tacky, but it seemed right for the room for some reason. Inside the room was lit with candles and their dim light cast many shadows over the many couches and walls of the room. There were many people in the room; some dancing in the back where there were no couches, and some seemed to be making out on the couch. But it was strange because it didn’t quite seem like they were just making out, but Stacy quickly left that notion alone and followed Ezekiel to a nearby couch. After sitting down Stacy looked into his deep indigo eyes and was enthralled, without another thought Stacy and Ezekiel were making out. After awhile of lush kissing Ezekiel started to kiss down her milky white neck, but stopped over her pulsating vein. He couldn’t help himself; he threw his head back and sunk his fangs into her tender neck. Stacy couldn’t believe what was happening; as she looked around in fright she realized that the couples on the couch weren’t making out they were getting their blood sucked. She tried to scream but by the time that the thought crossed her mind to do so the world black out and she dived into unconsciousness.
She awoke in a state of confusion, outside and very alone. She was sore all over and could hardly move which left her view very limited. The stars were twinkling in the black sky and there was a quietness that never revealed itself until a few hours before dawn. After managing to gather enough strength she got up and realized she had been lying in her front yard all this time. She stood up thanking God that was behind a bush, which blocked the view from the street. What the hell did I do? She thought. She couldn’t remember anything about the events that had happened that night after she arrived at the Goth club with her brother. Oh God! Jackal, he’s probably going crazy looking for me, unless he hooked up that girl he was talking to earlier. Deciding to just think about how to get inside without waking anyone, Stacy started to walk around her three-story house and found the tree that she had used to escape the house earlier. But it seemed to high and she felt so weak so she leaned against the tree trying to think of an easier way to get in. Then it came to her, she would go in through her brother’s window. Though what if he’s in bed with that girl? Thought Stacy, Screw it. I need to get in before I collapse. So she went to the other side of the house and found her brother’s window to be opened a crack. After getting in Stacy quietly walked up the old Victorian staircase, which was oddly squeak-less tonight. After she got into her room she shed her clothes and fell onto the bed and pulled the covers over herself and went to sleep, feeling like she had just finished the Boston marathon.
Wind ran through her black dyed hair. She was running, but from what she didn’t know. She felt horrible because she didn’t know if she could keep on running, she felt like she had for hours now. Been the hunted while the hunter was never getting tired, she had run through many landscapes since she started. Now it was a forest, full of sharp branches that wanted to hold her back and obscured roots only to happy to see her fall and get caught. But no matter how fast she ran he never got further away from her. Finally she gave up and stumbled to the ground, she was tired and her arm had many cuts from the sharp branches. He came upon her and she only had a moment to see his face before his face blurred from the speed he was coming at her with. She couldn’t remember much about his features, except for his deep indigo eyes…
Stacy woke up in her bed, with a silent scream on her tongue. She felt weak, scared, and mostly confused; as she looked out her window she saw that it was night, and for some reason she had slept all throught the day! When she got to her bathroom she flipped on the light switch and gave a small yelp. On her neck were two little hole marks and some dried blood. She felt confusion steal her sanity and she started to cry. All these emotions in her head made their way to the surface, love, fear, hurt, and confusion were among the top few that conflicted her at the moment. She was scared of the man in her dream but for some reason she felt love for him too. She went into her bathtub and turned on the faucet deciding on a nice long bath to forget her sorrows. After she let her mind go free for awhile she calmed down and convinced herself that it was all just a bad dream and that the holes were just an accidental thing that happened when she was dancing and someone’s sharp spikes connected with her neck. It was all just one bad night of drinking and partying to hard. Stacy thought to herself. She got out of the tub and got dressed; she figured if she spent another night out then she would forget her troubles and she’d be fine. So she climbed out her window, shimmied down the tree, and walked across the wet lawn to her car.
The night felt great, she drove to the Goth club and when she got in started dancing. That’s when she saw him; across the crowd standing completely still and she got flashes of his face when writhing bodies of other dancers moved. Panic started to well up within her. But he was only in my dream, she thought to herself. Then after closing her eyes and counting to ten she slowly opened her eyes to look straight into the indigo eyes of Ezekiel.
“You are real?” Stacy said in amazement, the next she knew, everything about last night flooded back into her head and she screamed. But nobody noticed her cries over the deafening Goth music. After a few seconds Ezekiel raised his hand to try to comfort her, but she just pulled back unable to let him touch her.
“Get away from me” she yelled.
“I would but I can’t” he started, “But I can’t stop thinking of you, and I don’t even know why.”
“You’re a monster” she screamed “You practically seduced, drank my blood, and then dropped me off for dead!”
“A mistake that I greatly wish to correct.”
“Get. Away. From me” she said in a low hiss.
“No, I can’t! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Ezekiel said. “It’s never happened to me before, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I must have you”
After he said that he took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. The next thing she knew she was outside and being dragged down an alley.
“Stop it!” she screamed but her throat was hoarse and she only could assemble a whisper. At the end of the alley he stopped and turned his attention to her, she felt her thoughts cloud as she looked into his eyes, and she couldn’t look away, he threw back his head, but before he could sink his teeth into her neck, Stacy was able to break free, and she took her opportunity. She ran down the alley and in a daze into the dimly lit street ruled by offensive drivers. The first car swerved out of her way and crashed into a light post leaving the street in eternal darkness, interrupted only by a few showers of sparks. The second car didn’t see Stacy until the last second, and before Ezekiel could reach her the car struck her full on and drove off without slowing.
”No” Ezekiel whispered, “No. This isn’t possible,” he kept saying to himself over and over. And until he cradled her in his arms did he stop trying to keep his mind in a state of denial. He felt a tear well up in his eye and as her last breath left her body the tear fell upon the asphalt, a crimson emerald dissolving in the muddy puddles of the night.
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