Also, I know how tacky it can be to have a 'club' in a story, but I really wanted it here. I tried not to make it so tacky.
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They walked down the crowded, loud city streets. Various stores and buildings lit up the night brighter than the day would have. Seras was looking all around her, taking in all the sights, while Integra merely watched the ground they were walking on.
Integra heard a low, compressed sound, which she interpreted as music which must've been extremely loud to be heard outside of the building. She looked up to see a red building with a lit up sign that read 'Vampire's Lair' and she cringed at the name with a snarl on her lips.
" Oh! Let's go here!" Seras piped out, and pulled Integra into the club before she could protest.
If Integra thought she had ever been in a crowd before, it was nothing compared to what they were in now. The floor was packed with numerous people, all doing what she could only assume was dancing to the loud, heavy music. She gripped Seras hand tighter as they entered the crowd so that they wouldn't get separated. It was hard enough to keep her in sight due to the dim lights and swarm of 'jumping' people.
" Seras! It's too crowded! Let's go somewhere else!" Integra shouted over the loud, what she considered, noise.
Seras turned to her slightly. " What!" She shouted back.
" I said, let's leave!" Integra shouted again.
" What!" Seras still couldn't hear her, and Integra wondered briefly if she truly couldn't.
They made their way through the crowd until Seras finally found a small, empty table with two chairs against the wall. Integra was all too happy to take her seat.
" Isn't this great!" Seras shouted, her eyes on all the people on the dance floor.
Integra rolled her eyes. " Oh, yeah! Great!" She said sarcastically.
A tall man, whose tray revealed him as a waiter, approached their table. Integra stared at him strangely as she observed his spiky hair that was obviously dyed black. His black t-shirt was torn, and his black pants were covered with chains. She rolled her eyes again and looked away with boredom.
" Can I get you a drink?" He asked them while also moving along with the music, slightly banging his head. " The special tonight is the Bloody Mary." He said, and Integra scoffed at how the drink suited the place.
Seras smiled. " Yes! I'll take that!"
The waiter wrote it down then looked at Integra. " And y-"
" Water." Integra interrupted him.
He smiled and wrote it down. " Right, I'll be back in a moment." He said, and walked away.
" Let's dance!" Seras said as she jumped from her seat.
" No way in bloody hell are you getting me to go out…there." Integra said, motioning with the wave of her hand to the dance floor as if it were a disgusting place.
" Oh, come on! Please!" Seras begged.
" No. Your whining will not work on me this time." Integra said firmly and crossed her arms.
Seras opened her mouth again, but she paused when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned abruptly and her mouth opened slightly at what she saw.
He was handsome. That was her first thought, and that eye-patch gave him a wonderfully dangerous look. His long, dirty blonde hair was braided and placed behind him with stray bangs hovering across his face. He was dressed in a neat, brown suit with a nice black shirt under it, the shirt collar propped over the collar of his suit jacket.
" I couldn't help but overhear that you wanted to dance." The man spoke smoothly with a heavy French accent and a wide smile on his face. Seras' mouth opened to speak, but she was still stunned by his appearance. " Shall we?" He asked with a hand held out to her.
Seras smiled and nodded her head as she took his hand. He smiled back and they disappeared into the crowd.
The waiter walked up with their drinks just after that and walked away after placing them on the table. Integra grabbed hers and sipped on it quickly. It was going to be a long night.
Without any notice, Seras' chair was pulled out and someone lowered into it. Integra put down her drink and glared at whoever would have the audacity to steal a seat at a table with her. However, her cold glare was only met with a wicked grin.
" It seems my friend has taken an interest in yours." His voice was pure seductive tones and purred gently into her ears. It still wasn't enough to affect her, however.
Integra observed him for a moment. She noticed his black suit and crimson red shirt, dawned in the same manner as his 'friend'. He had short, uneven hair that splayed across his shoulders with sharp ends, and covered his eyes from her view. She noted that though it was black, it seemed natural, and not dyed as so many other's were in this place.
" You're in her seat." Integra told him sternly, hoping he would leave. Her hope left when he didn't budge.
He lifted his grinning face up, and his hair slid from his eyes to reveal two, piercing scarlet iris' that looked deeply into her own. His grin widened, and a long fang overlapped his bottom lip.
Her eyes widened at this. " Vampire." She stated with shock.
He chuckled. " My dear, there are no such things as vampires."
Her eyes narrowed. " Oh…" She mocked. Her profession had trained her well to know a vampire when she saw one.
" Yes, but don't worry, many make that mistake. However, in this day and age it is quite simple to take on this appearance." He spoke evenly, as if it were true, but she knew better.
" Is that a fact?" She said disbelievingly. " You could've fooled me."
She noticed the twitch in his grin, and look in his eyes as if he were faltering at something, and she smirked at that.
" Could I now? And what makes you think that vampires are real enough that I could fool you into believing I am one?" He said playfully, seemingly enjoying this new game.
" I've …seen things" She stated simply.
" Hmm…" He gazed into her icy blue eyes, and she looked into his fiery red ones. They sat a moment, studying one another. " Where are my manners?" He stood from his seat and bowed before her. " Would my lady care to dance?" He asked seductively, and offered her his hand.
She scoffed. " I hardly call this dancing."
His eyebrow arched and he straightened back up from his bow. " Oh, really? I take it this doesn't suit your tastes?"
She took another sip of her water, then placed it back onto the table. " This is hardly the Waltz."
" Well then, I must suit my lady." He picked up her hand and gently pulled her out onto the dance floor. Despite her struggling, they made it to the middle of the crowd. He looked up and caught the DJ's eyes and then waved his hand. The DJ nodded and the current song came to a quick end.
" What are you doing?" She asked him with obvious annoyance in her tone. He only grinned at her, and that annoyed her even more.
" Did I forget to mention I own this place? How thoughtless of me." He said mischievously, and she eyed him warily.
The microphone squeaked for a second as the DJ picked it up. " We have a special couple this evening." He said in a mocking voice, then continued. " So get off the bloody floor and give them some blasted room!" He then bawled with dark laughter.
Integra's eyes widened as everyone walked away from them, but their eyes remained. She glared evilly back at him. " You don't actually expect me to dance with you?" She said lowly.
" But, my lady, you wouldn't disappoint the audience now, would you?" He said smoothly.
" Gladly." She spoke, and turned to walk away, but suddenly the music started and he pulled her back to him with a twirl, and pulled her close to his chest, gazing into her eyes. He placed one hand on her lower back, and the other grasped her own.
The speakers emitted the melody of a ballroom Waltz, but it was being played in a lower key that made it sound darker than usual. She should've expected that.
As the instruments stroke up he led them in the classic dance across the floor, and she reluctantly placed her hand on his shoulder. His feet moved swiftly, and her own followed in perfect sync.
" You dance lovely, my lady." He spoke deeply into her ear, then pushed her away to twirl her out, then brought her back to his chest. "Not many can do so these days." He continued. "Wherever did you learn to do so?"
" My family stays in touch with…traditions." She answered vaguely, unsure as to whether or not she wished to reveal her family to him.
" And what, pray tell, family do you belong you?"
She avoided the question by pushing herself away for another twirl.
" Ah, I see. You don't want me to know who your family is. Are you worried I might drink their blood?" His dark voice purred calmly into her ear and it sent a chill down her spine.
" My family, as well as I, are more than capable of defending themselves." She responded with a threatening tone.
He chuckled. " Then your family must hold some sort of secret."
She cursed lightly when she realized she may have revealed too much. To her relief, the instruments of the melody were winding down, and she knew the end was near. When it came to the last note, she was already pushing him away. Before she could do so, however, he gripped her and bent her until their bodies dipped. He then flicked his hand and a beautiful, red rose appeared in it. He placed it between his teeth, and then did something that caused her eyes to flame with anger. He kissed her. She pushed at him even more, knowing if she succeeded she might land on the floor from their position. She was more than willing to take that chance. He raised them back up and slowly left her lips, leaving the rose in them. He grinned, the released her and backed away to give her a bow.
The crowd applauded and shouted, but she only sneered at them. She yanked the rose from her mouth and threw it at his feet before hastily walking away. He grinned humorously as he watched her fuming form push through the roaring crowd.
She made her way to her table where Seras was now sitting, still accompanied with the man from before.
" Wow! Integra, I never knew you could dance like that!" Seras said shockingly with a small smile.
" I see you met my friend." The man said amusingly.
Integra only glared at both at them. " I'm going back to Wellington." She told Seras, and turned sharply on her heel.
Seras jumped from her seat and grabbed her arm. " Wait! The night's hardly over yet."
Integra didn't turn, but did look over her shoulder at her. " You can stay if you want, but I'm leaving." She said angrily, then brushed her arm off and walked towards the door.
Seras looked at her, then at the man, then at her, then back to the man. She sighed. She walked up to the man and placed a kiss on his cheek. " I'm sorry, Pip, I have to go." She said sadly.
" What? Why? She looks like she can take care of herself!" He spoke quickly and pleadingly.
She sighed. " It's not her I'm worried about." She mumbled, then turned to walk away. " You've got my number! Call me!" She shouted back to him, then chased after Integra.
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Integra slammed the door to their room and stomped to the kitchen. Seras opened the door soon after and followed her.
" What was all that about?" Seras asked her, cautiously keeping her distance.
" Nothing." Integra grumbled as she searched through the kitchen. " Where's the blasted tea!" She fumed and slammed the cabinets shut.
" You made some earlier. It's probably still out on the counter." Seras told her weakly, hoping that would calm her down.
Integra looked around, and did find the tea bags on the counter. She grabbed the a pack and ripped it open. She poured the steaming water from the tea pot into a cup, then threw the pot into the sink. She dropped the bag into her cup, then sat down at the table.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of it, the steam soothing her senses, then slowly took a sip. With a satisfied sigh, she sat back in her chair.
Seras looked at her warily. Not sure if she was indeed calm now. She slowly approached the table, and when she didn't hear any snaps, she pulled out a chair and sat in it.
" So…" Seras started, barely able to wait for an explanation.
Integra opened one eye to look at her. " You are not to disturb me. Remember?" She closed her eye and took another sip of tea.
Seras sighed when she realized she wasn't getting an explanation. " Well, I'll go to bed and leave you alone then . Goodnight, Integra." She said with a yawn and stretch, then shuffled to her room. She opened her door, but turned before she went in. " Oh, just one more thing. Pip might call since I gave him the room number. Just make sure you get me when he does."
" Who's Pip?" Integra asked absently.
" The guy from the club. Well, goodnight." Seras said calmly with a yawn, then walked into her room.
Integra nodded as she remembered who that was. 'Oh right.' She thought to herself. 'That was 'his' friend" She took another soothing sip of tea. '… Wait a minute…If his friend has our number then he could…' Her eyes widened, and she spit out the tea she just drank. " Seras! You idiot!"
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…TO BE CONTINUED…