New York City

July 12th

12:10 A.M.

The multi colored lights flashed violently against the dance floor. There were more people than usual in the swanky night club. It was expected of a Friday night, but the wall to wall guests did not cause distress for those that worked so hard to enter. Only the richest and most attractive youths were allowed access to the flashing lights, alcoholic beverages, and famous dance partners.

Each guest was more beautiful than the last, and each one attempted to out do the others with the assistance of a flashy wardrobe. The club was titled simply, One Zero, but many people argued if it was actually pronounced "Ten". The final answer always separated the elite from the wannabes. It was the epitome of exclusivity.

Swiftly, the back doors opened, revealing three very beautiful, and very aware of it, socialites. The fact that they did not have to get through the bouncers proved their social status amongst the other party goers, and it did not go unnoticed.

Their mysterious aura caused several people to stop dead in their tracks. The two men shared the same hooded grey eyes and olive skin. Their only noticeable differences lied in their hair. Then man on the right had long golden strands that were tied back in a braid, while the man on the left had a very close shaven brown cut. The young woman, who stood in the middle of the two men, wore a thin dress inspired by that of the nineteen twenties. Curly black hair bounced around her slender chin. Confidently, she broke away from the men and opened her arms to several people that she recognized.

"Well if it isn't Scarlett Johnson!" One girl in very high heels shouted. "I'm so glad you made it!"

Scarlett , who attempted her hand at irony by wearing orange, ran to her friends and embraced them in a massive hug. Her two man entourage was clearly not pleased with her behavior, but she pretended not to notice. It was Friday night, and Scarlett wanted to have fun. That was much easier when they were not breathing down her neck. Perhaps she would find a cute boy to fool around with for the night; it was never hard to find one. They were almost always entranced with her Ethiopian good looks and charming wit.

"She's doing it again." The man with the brown buzz cut crossed his arms in disgust. He hated these night clubs.

"Just relax." The blonde man answered with an air of indifference.

"It's irresponsible, Jeff!" The chestnut haired man pouted and brought his voice down to a whisper. "It's only been a few months since the last...incident."

"Relax Ross," The blonde man known as Jeff put a hand on his comrade's shoulder. "You could really use a drink." He proceeded to snap his fingers at the bar tender who immediately knew the proper drink for the man. In an instant, the brown haired man found himself chugging not one, but two luminous green cocktails.

"These are so gross," Ross gagged after throwing the second crystal cocktail glass against the floor. "Get me another."

"Your wish is my command brother, just promise to let Scar have some fun tonight." Jeff nodded, and snapped his fingers once more at the agitated bar tender. The drinks were not the best according to the men, but their high alcohol content certainly got the job done. It was no wonder why Scarlett liked it so much.

"Aren't you having fun?" Scarlett clumsily bounced back to her friends. She already had a few drinks in her system before they entered the club, for she so desperately hated wasting the money on over priced drinks while sober. It was a flawed logic, for once she was tipsy she cared little for the club's over priced cocktails. Already she had a new one in her hand.

'Eh, yes." Jeff smiled to the young woman.

"Come, on! Dance with us, you-wet-blankets!" She proceeded to poke at their bellies and rock out to the music.

"Quit it," Ross snapped. "You're already slurring."

"Oh, come off it!" She laughed. "Lighten up, will you?" Scarlett was about to make another jibe at her friend's expense when she noticed something amiss in the club. One Zero was not only a hot spot amongst the rich and beautiful, but Scarlett's second home. Even while heavily intoxicated she could sense a disturbance in what was supposed to be a carefree atmosphere. She made eye contact with a very pale and well dressed boy. He had been watching her for some time now, his eyes transfixed on her amulet. Already, he was clumsily wading through the sea of people. Obviously, this was his first time in a night club.

"Guys," She whispered through full cherub lips, "We gotta go." Quickly, she made a bolt for the exit, which left her friend's in a state of immediate confusion.

Scarlett could feel the boy following her, she even stopped several times to see if he was on her trail. She instinctively reached for the shining orange amulet, and held it tightly. It was the stupid amulet that made living a normal life so difficult. She squeezed it tighter as she ran to hide under a flight of stairs adjacent to the outside of the club. She could hear the music raging on the inside; which stopped her from hearing any conversations that might be brewing between the boy and her best friends. She bit her lip; the last assault on the amulet and consequently her life, had been a few months prior. Now the attacks were getting closer and closer together.

They had taken care of the previous attackers with great ease. Hopefully, whomever employed these many different assassins would stop after this one had been exterminated. This boy seemed harmless enough, perhaps she could coax information out of him, thus sparing his life. Hopefully he would have the good sense to come outside where she could catch him by surprise and reason with him.

A loud scream erupted from the inside of the club. The door quickly swung open, which caused her to lurch herself forward, poised to attack. If it was the boy she already had the upper hand.

"Oh my God, Ross?" She dropped her defensive stance and zig zagged to her friend who was being supported by Jeff. Ross's arm was twisted in an inhuman fashion; the young man tried his hardest to keep from sobbing.

"Just set him down over here." Jeff commanded as Scarlett maneuvered around his waist to support some of his dead weight. "That stupid kid!"

"Woah! Wait, you're telling me that he did this?" Scarlett gasped as she set him down at the base of the stairs.

"No, he had some big guy with him. The dude is a freak! I've never seen anything like him, like, ever." Ross moaned.

"Shh," Scarlett whispered, already the dizzy spell of the alcohol was kicking in. Suddenly, she felt that she would not have been able to fight as well as she had hoped. "It's gonna be okay, sweetie." She gently removed the amulet and placed it against Ross's wounded arm. The orange crystal began to glow and spit translucent sparks.

"Can we not do this here? Seriously!" Jeff ran to the exit door and kept it shut with his body. If anyone saw what was happening then the three would be toast.

"It's literally gonna take, like, a second." Scarlett protested as she watched Ross's arm return to a normal position with a sickening crack. The young man bit his bottom lip in an attempt not to scream. "There, you're good as new."

"Thanks," Ross examined his newly fixed arm. "We have to find somewhere else to go. We can't keep doing this. That's gotta be draining on you, Scar."

"We promised we'd stay. There's nowhere else for us to go, believe me, I've checked." Jeff killed the seductive thought before Scarlett could agree.

"Guys...Can we just go home?" Scarlett placed her hands on her head. Holding her alcohol was a talent that she had yet to acquire. "We can talk about this in the morning. Uhg, I swear I'm never drinking again. They won't come after us tonight. Oh no, I'm gonna be sick."

"It's just...that kid." Ross mused, "That was some weird shit. There's something wrong with him."

"Yeah," Scarlett absently agreed. The young pale man's face swam in her head. He hadn't been looking at her at all, his eyes had been completely seduced by the amulet. He was on a mission. Scarlett had seen that look many times before, it was the look of determination. Nothing was going to stop him. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She was so tired of the constant blood shed.