Chapter I
Yes, there were lots of strangers in the club, but one in particular stood out to me.
Across the bar sat a man. He didn't look like anything special with his dark hair that had been slicked back fell loosely to his shoulders and his emerald eyes that seemed to be fixed on something in a far corner of the room, yet he greatly intrigued me. While there were tons of men in the club who were more attractive than he, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Still gazing across the room, the man smirked and while I knew it was at something other than me, I couldn't help but feel there was a sense of intimately mutual knowledge behind it. Though I knew nothing of this man, I felt a deep longing by sitting, entranced by his manifestation.
The man soon got up, walked in the direction of his everlasting gaze and stopped at a rather short and busty girl with variously colored her hair piled in a messy bun atop her head. She seemed to be as entranced as I, but had the opportunity to impress the man, which she utilized by moving against him in a rather sensual way. The man, however, seemed to find a new target and perused her with might. Evidently, he was unimpressed once more and moved on, repeating these actions several times, each time growing more weary and a bit discouraged.
I broke my gaze on the man when another, more attractive one nudged me and motioned we go to another room. I agreed and followed him though the mass of bodies and out onto a balcony. He introduced himself as Carl and offered me a drink. I accepted and waited as he returned inside to retrieve the said drink. It was quite cold outside, and even more so in contrast to the inside warmth that was created by the abundance for moving bodies. Observing the balcony, I found that most of the people thought it an adequate place to make out, as about five couples were really enjoying themselves out there. It appeared that the only person not paired off out there, besides myself, was the dark haired man, not looking at me, but out into the bustling night of New York City. As I fixed my glance on him, I noticed his stoic face quickly melt into a smirk, sensing my stare, though still with his eyes transfixed on the night.
Thinking this an appropriate time to make my move, I took a step toward the man before being stopped by Carl's return, two drinks indeed in his hands.
"Here you go, darling," he said, his speech a bit slurred, as he handed me a drink after a hesitation of decision between the two. "This one's extra special," he flung his arm around me and I stumbled a bit on its weight, "just like you." I rolled my eyes at his attempt at flirting and drank one long sip of the drink. It was extremely strong and tasted abnormal.
"Yeah," I said, my voice shaking, "it s-sure is e-e-extra s-special." I looked over at the dark haired man who was now looking at me, though his smirk was now replaced with an expression of intense fear. I tried to move toward him, thinking it the best thing to do, but stumbled and dropped my glass before my legs completely collapsed and I grabbed onto the nearest person. I looked up at the person, expecting it to be Carl, but it was the man with the slicked back hair that fell loosely to his shoulders. I expected him to look back at me with some sort of heroic grin, but he was glaring at Carl, who stood a few feet away from us. My vision progressively became blurred and I grasped on tightly to the man.
"What the hell?" the voice coming from the man, was the last thing I heard before blacking out.