A/N: Dun own. Dun sue. You know the drill. My imaginary self and other
original characters are owned by me! Bonus to the person who can correctly
identify my imaginary self! I'll write you a story all your own Happy
Hunting! Hint: My I.S. will appear in the next couple of chapters or so..or
will she?! lol
As they made their way up the spiraling stairway, Trish couldn't help but bite her lip. I mean, every time she took a step it sounded like it would come crashing down to the ground below. It was enough to give a person a stair complex! With the next creak, she grabbed the redhead's hand in hers. Lita cocked her head at her. "Scared?" Giggling at the blonde, she patted her back. "It's cool." She squeezed her hand as they continued on.
As the stairway gave a particularly loud groan, Jay squeaked and practically through himself into Adam's arms. "We're gonna fall! I know it!"
Chuckling, Adam wrapped a sturdy hand around Jay's waist bending his head as they climbed to nuzzle close at his neck. "Don't worry so much Jason. You know I'll catch you if you fall," whispered Adam, his hot breath making Jay shiver as he planted a quick kiss on his neck.
Looking back with a frown on his face, Chris made his setiments known. "Can't you two assclowns keep it your pants for more than five minutes at a time!"
His comment was meant by a wicked grin from Adam. "Why? Jealous? You wanna watch or something? Is that how you get your kicks?"
Chris snorted and trudged on upward, bringing the group to a stop at the set of closed doors in front of them. It had a strange gothic lettering on it that seemed to be an inscription.
Leaning closer, looking around Chris's shoulder, the redhead read the inscription outloud. "All the laws of heaven, hell and earth shall not exist within my realm." " That's kinda eerie!"
"Weird," cried the blonde, But cool sounding."
"Okay Jerkies, listen up," said Chris. "Don't take anything for granted in here.
Jay cocked his head. "What do you mean?" Lita nodded. "Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Would you assclowns just listen to me? Just remember that nothing is as it seems in here and you will get along just fine."
"Whatever Jericho," quipped Trish with a toss of her head.
Reaching around Chris to pull at the door, Lita blinked as it wouldn't open. "Hey, what gives Jericho? I thought you said this was open?"
"Chill out red. Didn't you pay attention to what you read at all? The laws of heaven and earth don't exist here. What does that remind you of?"
"A hot stud that's perfect," quipped Jay.
"No Jerky. What does it mean?"
Tilting his head to the side to stare for a moment, Adam spoke softly. "Chaos" The doors flung open at his utterance, revealing a dimly lit room. The soft melodies of Linday Perry and Grace Slick seemed to float about them, coming from everywhere and yet, nowhere all at once.
"Wow! Good Job love," cried Jay, snuggling close to Adam.
Stepping inside, they all stopped to take it all in. There was an intricate pattern all across the candle lit walls. Several doors were seen, on some were painted flames, on others, pictures of greenery, and the last few murals of what looked like a castle floating in the clouds. Shadows seemed to dance along the walls, created by the soft wind that seemed to circulate there. Another spiraling staircase was placed at the back of the room leading right up to the ceiling and ending. Several people were seated at tables all around them, though a few were dancing in the center of the room. Others, were seated at a strange looking bar that had what looked like the illusion of flames spilling forth out of the top of the bottles on the very top shelf. Behind the bar were two people, one woman, and one man. The woman had on a t-shirt with the inscription of "Devil Child", which was accompanied by a tight set of flares, and leather boots. She had a strange look in her eyes, which shined a brilliant violet in the dimness. She was adorned with a single tatoo on her right shoulder that read "The Left Hand" in Japanese lettering.Her blueblack hair fell about her shoulders in soft waves down to her back, which tapered downwards to a slim hips and long legs. She appeared to be about 5'9 or so.
The man wore a black wifebeater that outlined his semi muscular physique. He also had long blueblack hair that fell down his back in a mass of silken waves. He was adorned with a single tatoo on his left shoulder that said "The Right Hand" in Japanese lettering. He wore slim fitting pair of bootcut jeanswith combat boots completing his look. He appeared to be about 6'1 or 6'2, with a strange grin playing about his face, and sparkling green eyes.
They were quite the pair, and the group couldn't help but stare. Well, at least most of them did, some blonde canadian jackass that will remain nameless refused to stare. He instead turned to his covert glances which he thought were invisible. They weren't.
The two women shrugged at their male companions, made their intentions known, and headed towards the bar, still hand in hand, leaving their companions behind them for the moment to mill about.
A pair of startling yellow eyes watched the group from the shadows. It seemed the games were about to begin.
A/N: Can anyone think of who the pair of blue eyes might have been in the first chapter? Cookies to the person who identifies their owner! And whew! This is getting to be longer than I originally thought it would be. What do you think of my bartenders? Aren't they yummy? hehehe Review pleases!
Funky In Fishnet: Thankyou so much for your compliments. I'm trying my best! I'm glad you like it. If you like the club so far, just wait! It gets TONS cooler.
T-money1: I know. You don't see much do you? I've never thought about the pair you suggested. Hmmm..interesting.. and since you like it so much I'll keep it up
As they made their way up the spiraling stairway, Trish couldn't help but bite her lip. I mean, every time she took a step it sounded like it would come crashing down to the ground below. It was enough to give a person a stair complex! With the next creak, she grabbed the redhead's hand in hers. Lita cocked her head at her. "Scared?" Giggling at the blonde, she patted her back. "It's cool." She squeezed her hand as they continued on.
As the stairway gave a particularly loud groan, Jay squeaked and practically through himself into Adam's arms. "We're gonna fall! I know it!"
Chuckling, Adam wrapped a sturdy hand around Jay's waist bending his head as they climbed to nuzzle close at his neck. "Don't worry so much Jason. You know I'll catch you if you fall," whispered Adam, his hot breath making Jay shiver as he planted a quick kiss on his neck.
Looking back with a frown on his face, Chris made his setiments known. "Can't you two assclowns keep it your pants for more than five minutes at a time!"
His comment was meant by a wicked grin from Adam. "Why? Jealous? You wanna watch or something? Is that how you get your kicks?"
Chris snorted and trudged on upward, bringing the group to a stop at the set of closed doors in front of them. It had a strange gothic lettering on it that seemed to be an inscription.
Leaning closer, looking around Chris's shoulder, the redhead read the inscription outloud. "All the laws of heaven, hell and earth shall not exist within my realm." " That's kinda eerie!"
"Weird," cried the blonde, But cool sounding."
"Okay Jerkies, listen up," said Chris. "Don't take anything for granted in here.
Jay cocked his head. "What do you mean?" Lita nodded. "Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Would you assclowns just listen to me? Just remember that nothing is as it seems in here and you will get along just fine."
"Whatever Jericho," quipped Trish with a toss of her head.
Reaching around Chris to pull at the door, Lita blinked as it wouldn't open. "Hey, what gives Jericho? I thought you said this was open?"
"Chill out red. Didn't you pay attention to what you read at all? The laws of heaven and earth don't exist here. What does that remind you of?"
"A hot stud that's perfect," quipped Jay.
"No Jerky. What does it mean?"
Tilting his head to the side to stare for a moment, Adam spoke softly. "Chaos" The doors flung open at his utterance, revealing a dimly lit room. The soft melodies of Linday Perry and Grace Slick seemed to float about them, coming from everywhere and yet, nowhere all at once.
"Wow! Good Job love," cried Jay, snuggling close to Adam.
Stepping inside, they all stopped to take it all in. There was an intricate pattern all across the candle lit walls. Several doors were seen, on some were painted flames, on others, pictures of greenery, and the last few murals of what looked like a castle floating in the clouds. Shadows seemed to dance along the walls, created by the soft wind that seemed to circulate there. Another spiraling staircase was placed at the back of the room leading right up to the ceiling and ending. Several people were seated at tables all around them, though a few were dancing in the center of the room. Others, were seated at a strange looking bar that had what looked like the illusion of flames spilling forth out of the top of the bottles on the very top shelf. Behind the bar were two people, one woman, and one man. The woman had on a t-shirt with the inscription of "Devil Child", which was accompanied by a tight set of flares, and leather boots. She had a strange look in her eyes, which shined a brilliant violet in the dimness. She was adorned with a single tatoo on her right shoulder that read "The Left Hand" in Japanese lettering.Her blueblack hair fell about her shoulders in soft waves down to her back, which tapered downwards to a slim hips and long legs. She appeared to be about 5'9 or so.
The man wore a black wifebeater that outlined his semi muscular physique. He also had long blueblack hair that fell down his back in a mass of silken waves. He was adorned with a single tatoo on his left shoulder that said "The Right Hand" in Japanese lettering. He wore slim fitting pair of bootcut jeanswith combat boots completing his look. He appeared to be about 6'1 or 6'2, with a strange grin playing about his face, and sparkling green eyes.
They were quite the pair, and the group couldn't help but stare. Well, at least most of them did, some blonde canadian jackass that will remain nameless refused to stare. He instead turned to his covert glances which he thought were invisible. They weren't.
The two women shrugged at their male companions, made their intentions known, and headed towards the bar, still hand in hand, leaving their companions behind them for the moment to mill about.
A pair of startling yellow eyes watched the group from the shadows. It seemed the games were about to begin.
A/N: Can anyone think of who the pair of blue eyes might have been in the first chapter? Cookies to the person who identifies their owner! And whew! This is getting to be longer than I originally thought it would be. What do you think of my bartenders? Aren't they yummy? hehehe Review pleases!
Funky In Fishnet: Thankyou so much for your compliments. I'm trying my best! I'm glad you like it. If you like the club so far, just wait! It gets TONS cooler.
T-money1: I know. You don't see much do you? I've never thought about the pair you suggested. Hmmm..interesting.. and since you like it so much I'll keep it up