Club
#49 of the 100 Writing Prompts
Disclaimer: I do not own "Vampire Knight"
The entire building was pulsating along with the beat of the music. A heavy bass line fed under a synthesized staccato melody that, in turn, entwined with a hypnotic female voice ejecting lyrics that made little sense. The silver rafters that crisscrossed under the ceiling were bathed in lights of alternating blues, green, reds and yellows. It was a trance like atmosphere that had a throng of people swaying and pulsating in a tangled mess that the four walls of the old warehouse could barely contain.
She stood in the back with her arms crossed. The drink in her hand was still full; she had forgotten about it a while ago. It may have been emptied by now, had he not caught her gaze. Had she not seen the way those loose human girls were staring at him, "dancing" their way closer to him. She watched the spectacle with dark eyes, her disapproval quite obvious in the way she sighed, the way she tapped her fingers against her arm. It was unfortunate, really. She had taken the time to dress nicely (finally an opportunity to get out of that boring uniform), do her makeup, style her bright orange hair so that it no longer hung in the same pig tails she wore every day.
Eventually, he found himself facing her direction and the way she was standing alone and isolated. Abruptly, he slipped out of the fringe of the untiring crowd and began to make his way towards her spot against the bar. The music faded away, the vibrations under his feet stabilized, the colours swarming his vision seeped back into their light fixtures on the walls when he stood in front of her.
Without saying a word, he offered his hand to her.
She scowled, but uncrossed her arms. The clear liquid in her glassed burned a bit as she took a long sip before setting it back on the bar. Then she placed her palm in his and let him lead her towards the swarming pool that was the dance floor.
"I was waiting for you, you know." Somehow she made her voice heard over the music coming from the speakers almost as tall as the walls themselves.
"I'm sorry," he nodded. He had known she was there, but he decided to let her wait a moment, let her stew. She was quite adorable when she was jealous.
A/N: I have never actually been to a nightclub (because I have no social life), so this is all based on what I see in movies and on TV. If there are any inaccuracies, I'd be grateful if you pointed them out. I'm also positive that Shiki and Rima are OOC here, so please forgive me.
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