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Chapter 3: Bronzed
That night Amelia, Marcus and Tara decided to go to the one and only place for teenagers to hang out, the Bronze. They were all sat around a table when Connor came in, Tara almost wet herself with excitement and tapped Amelia furiously on the shoulder and pointed in his direction.
Connor looked this way and that, as if looking for someone. Then he saw Tara and smiling walked towards them.
"Oh my god, he's coming over," Tara was at the point of exploding.
"Perhaps he's going to turn a hose on you, god knows I want to," chipped in Marcus. Tara gave him a stern glare and stood up to greet Connor, "Hi, I don't think we've been introduced yet," she said as he stopped and offered his hand, "I'm Tara Rosenberg."
"Connor Chase, I'm new in town and my mom told this was one of the hotspots. Or used to be," she took his hand and felt like a bolt of electricity flowed between them. Their eyes lit up and they both seemed to feel it, "Pleased to meet you Connor, this is..."
"Alexander Marcus Harris," Marcus introduced himself, he never liked using his christian name, his dad named him after himself and it was too confusing for his mother who was never all that normal anyway.
"Amelia Wade, I'm new in town too," Amela spoke and realised that Connor had hardly heard them, he was still stood there gazing into Tara's eyes and holding her hand. She was equally mesmerised. Just then a young man in a long black coat came in and immediately grabbed Amelia's attention, he looked frantic and walked up to the bar. Amelia cocked an ear to listen.
"Can you tell me where the phone is mate," he spoke in an english accent, too many of those around she thought, "some big guy outside is trying to bite someone."
Connor broke out of his reverie then and looked off to the side as if thinking, Amelia too looked conflicted and Marcus was just plain confused at the two of them. Just then both Amelia and Connor seemed to reach a decision, and they looked up.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Amela said and walked purpousefully through the night club.
"I'm gonna get some fresh air," said Conner, oddly excusing himself at the same time as Amelia. Marcus thought nothing of it, Tara however didn't.
"I think he likes her and he's gone off to talk to her," Marcus tried to chip in but she was stubborn and wouldn't let him, "I'm gonna follow them," she got up and walked after Connor, "come on!"
Marcus got up with a sigh and followed her after Connor and Amelia.
Amelia made sure she was out of sight of the other and took something out of her bag, a pointed peice of wood, and made for the exit. Then she broke into a run and got round the corner to see a large man holding a young woman close to him as he moved his mouth closer to her kneck, his teeth closer to her flesh. Then suddenly ridges grew on his forehead and his teeth elongated and he drew his head back to expose his yellow soulless eyes.
"Hey ugly!" she shouted, drawing him out of his ritual as he let go of his intended victim.
"Ooh, now aren't you a pretty morsel," he snarled at her exposing his fangs. She rushed him and took a quick kick to his side, he laughed when he saw what she was doing. Then her foot connected with him, once, twice, three times. He flew back against the wall of the bronze and slumped dazed to the floor, she was upon him before he could regain his senses and she rammed the wooden stake she carried through his heart. There was a satisfying shriek and then the dust that was his remains fell to the ground.
"Still got it," she said. Then another shriek came from behind her, mere inches from her. as she spun she felt the dust of a dead vampire fall on her and she saw Connor there, stake raised in his right hand.
"What in the hell was that?" Tara asked shakily from the corner around wich Amelia had ran. Marcus stood wide-eyed and open-mouthed, speechless, which was a first.
Connor looked to Amelia and she back at him, then Amelia walked over to Tara and Marcus.
"Let's take a walk and I'll try to explain."
