Chapter 1: The Twilight Club
POV: Nichole Location: London, England
The deep rhythmic beat of the loud music echoed through the air, and filling the atmosphere with an alluring thumping rhythm. The club was dim, and flashing strobe lights and glimmering disco balls decorated the large dance floor. Large groups of people covered danced among the groups of singles. Beside the dance floor was a long bar with several stools occupied by people trying to drink their problems away. Across the dance floor from the bar was the stand from which the DJ operated the music.
In one of the groups of the singles danced an eighteen-year old girl named Nichole Wright. Nichole was tall, thin, and good-looking. She had dark green eyes that shimmered in the sparkling club lights. A long mane of wavy brown hair flowed down until about half-way down her back, and her brown hair accented her pale skin. Nichole wore a pair of dark blue jeans, a fitted black tank top, a black leather jacket, and a pair of black boots over her jeans. Nichole had decided to visit the Twilight Club after her friend Maggie had convinced her to come. So far her experience had been rather good, since several attractive boys had offered to buy her a drink, but she would usually decline.
Across the dance floor leaning against the wall was a tall handsome boy, about her age, caught Nichole's eye. He had well-kept black hair and bright green eyes that seemed to beckon Nichole. Nichole quickly shuck off the particular feeling, and then she looked away for merely a second, but when Nichole looked back the dark-haired boy was gone.
"Nichole, you alright?" said a familiar voice and Nichole felt a light hand on her shoulder. Nichole's head snapped around to see her best friend Maggie standing here.
Maggie was short, slender, and gorgeous. She had sparkling bright blue eyes that were outlined by light purple eye shadow, and Maggie's bright straight blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders. Maggie wore a short sleeveless party dress with blue and purple horizontal stripes, lots of gold jewelry, and purple high heels.
"Yeah….. I'm fine," replied Nichole shrugging. She was still wondering about the dark-haired boys sudden disappearance.
"You sure?" asked Maggie, as she removed her hand from Nichole's shoulder.
"Yeah," said Nichole, scanned the club for the dark-haired boy.
"Nichole you need to relax. Come lets go to the bar," Maggie paused, "plus that's where all the hot guys hang out," suggested Maggie with a mischievous smile. Maggie tried to grab Nichole's hand in an attempt to drag her over to the bar. Nichole crossed her arms and gave Maggie a death glare, so Maggie pulled her hand away.
"I'll pass," responded Nichole, sticking her hand into her jacket pockets.
"Why?" asked Maggie.
"I feel kinda sick," said Nichole making up an excuse to escape by playing on Maggie's horrible ability to detect lies.
"Fine!" remarked Maggie crossing her arms. "I'll keep all the boys to myself," she said before she stormed off in the direction of the bar, and as Maggie walked pass a group of boys turned to look at her.
"Cya," whispered Nichole as she walked through the crowd, and she was forced to shuffle awkwardly pass people in her quest to reach the exist. After lots award moments, Nichole finally escaped the cramped dance floor. Then she walked toward a long dimly-lit narrow hallway in the far corner of the club. Nichole often used the hallway because it existed on to the street away from the club's actual entrance. Before Nichole disappeared into the shadowy hall an icy shiver ran down her spine, as if something bad was going to happen. Then Nichole vanished into the dim hall.
The hall was narrow and the walls were covered in peeling black paint. The lights flickered every few seconds. Nichole walked passed a few closed doors as she moved down the hall toward the exist. The narrow hall was quiet aside from the tapping of Nichole's boots against the concrete floor and the distant thumping of the music.
Nichole noticed that suddenly the music in the club died down. Suddenly there was a loud ear-splitting noise that echoed through the club. Nichole screamed out in pain clutching her ears as the sound got even louder. Dazed and in pain Nichole crashed into the wall and she hit the floor with a loud thud. With every passing second the sound would increase in pitch. Nichole laid on the floor screaming in pain with tears rolling down her cheeks. Pain exploded in her ears and Nichole could feel something wet oozing out onto her palms. Nichole lifted one of her hands and she examined it. Nichole was horrified, dark red blood covered her entire hand and her long finger nails were stained blood red. Panic and distress swelled inside Nichole and adrenaline surged through her veins.
"This is the end," thought Nichole.
The deafening sound rendered Nichole unable to hear, so she did not notice the hooded figure approaching her from behind. The hooded figure, dressed all in black, stalked slowly toward Nichole. He was careful to avoid detection even with Nichole defenseless. As the hooded figure neared Nichole's limp body he reached into his black hoodie and removed a large syringe. Once he stood over Nichole, he raised the syringe, and kneeled down beside Nichole. He grabbed Nichole's right arm and pulled up her jacket sleeve. Nichole was completely unaware of the hooded figure's presence due to the overwhelming sound, which the hooded figure seemed unaffected by. Then he jabbed the needle into Nichole's bare arm, and he injected a transparent red liquid into Nichole's arm. Nichole shivered in response.
"You'll thank me later," whispered the hooded figure as he removed the empty syringe and slid it back into his hoodie. Then the hooded figure stood up and disappeared back down the dark hallway.
Pain continued to erupt from Nichole's bleeding ears and they were joined by a sharp pain in her right arm. Nichole cries and whimpers became louder as her pain intensified and more tears rolled down her pale face.
Suddenly the deafening blaring noise abruptly stopped and the club was dead silent, aside from Nichole's loud sobbing. Realizing that the blaring sound had ceased, Nichole tried to dry her wet green eyes, but she only succeed in rubbing blood all over face. Next Nichole attempted to sit up, but Nichole made the mistake of propping herself up on her painful right arm. Nichole gritted her teeth as intense pain shot up her arm, so she immediately shifted her weight to her left arm. Slowly Nichole stood up on her wobbly legs and she was forced to lean against the wall. Nichole's head began to throb as she began to hobble down the hallway back toward the dance floor, using the wall to steady herself. Nichole moaned and she clutched her head with her other blood-stained hand. After a long time Nichole finally emerged from the narrow hallway into the main room of the club. The scene in the dance floor horrified Nichole.
Most of the lights in the club had been shattered leaving most of the light in the room created by moonlight that filtered through the sky lights. The club was dead silent, and the air smelled of death and decay. The entire dance floor was covered in a layer of dead bodies and a sea of blood stained the floor. In a sea of bodies one body stuck out, Maggie's lifeless corpse. Nichole heart stared to pound as she tried to comprehend the club patrons' mass murder.
Nichole froze as she spotted a young man standing in the center of the dance floor in a patch of moonlight. The young man was tall, dark, handsome, and he appeared to be barely out of his teenage years. His dark brown eyes twinkled in the pale moonlight, and he had dark pitch-black hair, which was partially covered by his black fedora. The young man wore a dark gray button-down shirt, a pair of black jeans, black leather gloves, and a long black trench coat. A look of surprise crossed his face as he saw Nichole standing in the entrance to the hallway.
"Hey! Are you alright?" yelled the young man at Nichole with a hint of concern in his voice. He rushed toward Nichole; he was careful to avoid stepping on corpses. Nichole's first instinct was to escape, but her feet were frozen in place and Nichole hardly had enough strength to stand.
"Do you know what happened here?" asked the young man, once he reached the spot where Nichole stood. Before Nichole could answer, pain seared through her body causing Nichole to lose her balance and fall over.
"You okay?" asked the young man urgently.
The edges of Nichole's vision began to darken and her breathing started to slow. The pain that racked her limbs began to fade and then her limbs went numb. Nichole's pulse started to slow as she drifted off. Nichole struggled to remain conscious.
"Who are you?" Nichole managed to whisper.
"Call me Fox," he replied softly with a kind smile, and he gently laid Nichole on the ground. The Nichole drifted into unconsciousness.