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Neoen: Indeed. Thanks 4 reviewing!
Leila: Gosh, thanks! The idea was very much a flash of inspiration, so I just had to write it, coz I love music, and I've never read this idea before either. I do tend to go a bit overboard on the description, but that's just me.
Tamashii: Lol, and thank you for your flattering comments.
Eri: Yeah, the background stuff always seems to make characters a bit deeper and more meaningful. And thanks, I also wish you luck in your exams!
Lizzy: Yeah, cliffhanger chapter endings are always the best. They make people come back for more, so they get addicted - insert evil laughter here - and so they love the story in the end. Hopefully...
I humbly thank my reviewers AGAIN for taking up precious time to write me a review! I have been very bad as in I haven't continued this story for a while, as I've been doing my other one (called Ever Unwilling, check it out... ^_^) so I apologise to you all. And, I am supposed to be revising... This fic does get more love than my other one, and for that I am eternally grateful!
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Being summer, it was not dark yet, but as she stood alone, Kelsey felt a strange sort of chill creep up her spine. Something in the air denoted danger, she could almost smell it. But then, she mused, all gloomy, shady alleyways could be seen as suspicious, right? It was just her overactive imagination again. It had to be. This club, Black Iris, did not seem the most reputable of places, and Kel was worried. But if doing this interview would save her job and get her back in Jake's good graces then one night in a rough bar was worth it.
It seemed pretty quiet overall. But then, she had planned on being early. A couple of people had trickled in, and Kel had noticed that they were distinctively good-looking, and had given her unsettling, predatory stares. It had put her off slightly, though she told herself not to let a few idiots mess up her whole evening. She had this lingering, irrational sense of fear, which Kel was doing her best to get rid of.
She frowned as she looked down at her violet-faced watch, which encircled her slim wrist on a ribbon of silver plated metal. The big silvery hand pointed to the seven, the little one hovered uncertainly, in the middle of the six and the seven. No matter what way she looked at the time, it plainly stated that Jess was late.
Kel folded her arms in silent protest, her frown hardening into a ferocious scowl. Typical airhead. She couldn't even follow the directions of a simple map! She knew she was overreacting a little, but the prospect of spending an evening with Jess did warp any sane person's mind.
Looking down at herself, Kel wondered if she'd chosen the right thing to wear. She knew she should have asked Jake what sort of club the Black Iris was, but he probably would have come up with some smart-alecky comment or other. She, admittedly, was rubbish at dressing up for important occasions. Casual was practically her middle name. But, after raiding her older sister Olivia's wardrobe, she had managed to come up with something at least halfway suitable.
She wore a halterneck top, coloured a deep purple, and across her bare back strings of purple criss-crossed. Along with her watch, she wore several black bangles round her wrist, and a pair of form-fitting black trousers with some killer purple heels. She loved the trousers, they looked so elegant yet so nice. Her earlobes were pierced with purple stones that glimmered when the light caught them, and upon her right middle finger she wore a plain silver band, a ring given to her by her mother for her 16th birthday. Her dark hair was down, falling straight as an arrow, framing her face. She had not put on too much makeup, just some eyeliner and mascara to enhance those ethereal emerald eyes and a bit of concealer and lipgloss.
Kel stared into middle distance, wondering what the band would be like. Bloodmoon... Quite a violent name, but nearly all bands were called things like that. And wasn't there a Wiccan element in there? That would be something to ask about in the interview. Lucy had been raving about them, almost drooling over their CD cover. Apparently they were gorgeous, but what about their music?
"Hey Kel! Oh my God I am so sorry!" Jess' raucous tones shook Kel from her reverie. She was so pleased to see her that she didn't even say a word about her lateness as the blonde-haired girl tottered up in red high-heeled sandals.
"Just glad you're here," she smiled, then she noticed what Jess was wearing. "Wow, you look great Jess!" she smiled. The girl had gone very over the top, in her tiny, tight, stop-sign red minidress with impossibly high slits in the skirt, but that was Jess all over. It was quite low-cut. Her short blonde crop had been styled messily with gel or something like that. Her dark eyes looked very mysterious, with grey eyeshadow and sparkly red glitter creating a dramatic effect.
"Doesn't everyone dress to be noticed? You look nice. All elegant and grown- up," she giggled. "Ooh, meet Charlie. He's my brother, and he's the reason I'm so late! He drove me here, because he's got tickets too! Charlie is /such/ a slow driver."
As she half-listed to Jess' babbling, Kel noticed a figure standing, or rather hiding behind the blonde haired girl as she dramatically enacted the riveting story. With some encouragement from Jess, he stepped out of the shadows and gave her a sheepish grin.
"Sorry, Kel is it?" he said apologetically. "Charlie Hardman. Nice to meet you. And by the way, it was Jess who took three hours in the bathroom this evening, not me."
"I can certainly imagine that," she smiled, looking up at him with interest. Jess didn't often mention her family in any conversation. "I suppose Jess has been telling you all about me then."
"Only a lot," he said teasingly. They shared a knowing look at Jess, which only served to make the girl annoyed. Charlie was nice, with Jess' dark eyes and enormous height. However, his hair was black, completely opaque, and it was a bit long. But, it suited him. He was well built and extremely good-looking in a rebellious, rough sort of way, even outshining his sister. Charlie seemed a bit quieter that Jess.
"Come on! We are so going to be late!" Jess said stroppily as she strode off, approaching the entrance to the Black Iris. Watching her, Kel felt apprehensive, as if she didn't want to go in.
"And whose fault is that?" murmured Charlie quietly as he made to follow her, in an attempt to be funny.
Ordinarily Kel would have laughed, but she was feeling far too anxious for that. It was utterly irrational though. Realising that she was just standing there like a complete moron, Kel swallowed her doubts and, with a smile plastered on her face, she joined Jess and Charlie at the shady doorway to the Black Iris.
Kel wondered why the club was so covert, it's entrance so unadorned and hidden from public view. The only thing showing that indeed it was the Black Iris was a wooden sign, depicting the flower. It stuck out from the wall above the entrance on metal struts, and looked old and faded, with splintered corners and a scorch mark on the left of it. Not very inviting or attractive. Jess was there already, and Charlie had just joined her. As Kel walked up, she saw that the girl was talking to the doorman. He looked strange, abnormally hairy, with shifty, beady black eyes and a tendency to sniff a lot. By the way Jess had her hands on her hips and was pouting furiously, Kel knew that there was some sort of trouble brewing.
"This ain't the place for the likes of you. I suggest you leave, miss," the doorman said vehemently.
"But look. We have our tickets. This is the place! Look at the door; it says 'Playing Tonight - Bloodmoon' on that poster there! We're here to see Bloodmoon."
"I don't think you should be coming here," the guy insisted. "Believe me, you should just turn round and go back home."
"I don't care what you think! Are Bloodmoon playing here, or not?" Jess demanded, anger dancing in her hazel eyes.
The doorman paused, his eyes flicking from Jess to Charlie, before finally resting on Kel.
"Oh, what do I care? Go and get yourselves killed. Ungrateful vermin," he muttered to himself, as he pushed the door open.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," muttered Charlie.
"Thank you," said Jess, the satisfaction plain in her voice as she slid past the man and strutted into the Black Iris. "Oh, and believe me, I'm grateful," she purred, without giving the doorman a second glance. Charlie followed.
Kel was about to go in, but something made her hold back. She turned to the doorman.
"What do you mean? It's just a club, right?" she said to the doorman, staring at him challengingly. "It can't be dangerous enough to kill people, can it?"
But the man was not going to give her any answers. "Do what you will. I'm not going to stop you," he said, withdrawing from her stare and looking into middle distance thoughtfully. "I guess it's just your destiny....."
She followed his gaze, seeing him looking at the moon, his dark eyes reflecting the shining silver splendour of the full and glowing orb. She could see the so-called 'face of the moon' etched into the glowing surface of the rock in a purply-grey colour, but tonight it looked strange... Almost as if it were in pain...
With a sigh of disgust she hurried past the creepy man and into the all- embracing darkness of the cavernous Black Iris. What a load of rubbish! She was worrying herself into seeing things that weren't there! Kel decided that she was crazy, and totally needed to relax. Who cared about the thoughts of one sicko doorman who got kicks out of terrorising the customers? He's probably paid to do it. Maybe they think it adds to the ambiance of the whole place.
Kel swept the incident to one side, and distracted herself with other matters.
She stood at the top of a narrow stairway, a windowless walled corridor that was perilously dark and enclosed. The door behind her swung closed with a terrifying creak and then a sickening bang that reminded her of the sound of bones crunching or cracking when someone broke a limb. Reaching out, she realised that she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She shuddered slightly. Kel never liked to admit it, but she had a strange fear of the darkness.
Arms outstretched, she inched slowly forward, trying to feel for a wall, or anything solid. She soon came into contact with something - the passageway was narrow enough for her to be able to touch both sides at the same time, if her arms were fully extended. She could feel the walls pulsating with the throb of sound. Muffled music wafted to her ears, and it was clearly coming from below. Kel shuffled forwards again, using the wall sides for support, feeling for a step.
When it came, it was totally surprising. She nearly toppled headfirst down the stairwell as her foot felt the step. She managed to get down the flight of steps quite quickly. Standing at the bottom, she listened for a moment. It was still pitch black, and Kel was feeling a bit disorientated. Pushing out blindly in front of her, she was delighted to find that she had discovered a door, which opened easily.
The first thing that hit her was the impossible brightness of the light in the new room. Neon strips that hung on the ceiling radiated harsh light into her darkness-weakened eyes. She grimaced and squinted for a second. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that it was just a non-descript old corridor, painted white, which made the dust and grime of the area even more apparent. Kel realised that she must have come in the wrong door or something. There was no sign of Jess or Charlie, no sign of a club. But she didn't want to go back and flounder in the dark again. It would be sensible to ask for directions.
Kel began to walk along the corridor. She could still here the faint rumour of music emanating from some faraway room. But for all she knew the club could have been very close by, only soundproofed.
She stopped at the first door she came across. It was white, though peeling paint revealed it had been a pine wooden door in a past life. It had a poster fastened messily to the door, a Bloodmoon poster advertising the gig tonight. On it, there was a picture of the band themselves. She agreed with Lucy, they were attractive, especially the lead singer, but they looked a bit weird too. Typical though, weren't all bands a bit strange? Without hesitation she pushed the door open and went inside.
"Excuse me, sorry for just barging in here but...." Kel stopped mid- sentence as she saw what was inside.
At a glance, it was evidently a scrappy, messy place, with clothes and rubbish strewn carelessly on the floor. Kel realised that this must be a dressing room. The Bloodmoon dressing room. It was decorated an ugly puce colour, with a threadbare burgundy carpet that had definitely seen better days. They weren't the most orderly of people; that much was obvious.
At the back of the room, there stood the singer of the band, his pale blonde head bent over something, or someone. Kel knew it must be him; he was the only blonde one in the band. She felt painfully embarrassed as she saw that indeed he was with some girl; she could see her hands wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry I'll just be...." Kel began, but the blonde haired singer of Bloodmoon turned to face her then.
Kel froze in terror.
As he turned, the girl he had been with just fell to the floor, limp as a corpse. Kel absently wondered why she was so lifeless and pale.
Then she saw his face. Sharp long canines protruding from his mouth, his lips and teeth bared, stained crimson with blood. Blood dripping, dark as wine, ruby red. That girl... so pale...
This wasn't happening, Kel decided, feeling her pulse race at about a million times a minute as the horrible apparition began to approach her. He was dressed up. This was just a prank. Vampires do not exist!
Then she screamed, long and loud, her eyes huge in her face as she backed away from the guy. The noise ripped through the still air, proclaiming her fear. But no one was coming to rescue her.
Kel suddenly became silent, as the guy's gore-stained face hovered inches from her own, his lips twisted into a cruel smile. Her mouth was agape in wordless terror, her face ashen with foreboding.
Looking into the mocking depths of the vampire's stony grey eyes, Kel knew that she was about to die.
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Neoen: Indeed. Thanks 4 reviewing!
Leila: Gosh, thanks! The idea was very much a flash of inspiration, so I just had to write it, coz I love music, and I've never read this idea before either. I do tend to go a bit overboard on the description, but that's just me.
Tamashii: Lol, and thank you for your flattering comments.
Eri: Yeah, the background stuff always seems to make characters a bit deeper and more meaningful. And thanks, I also wish you luck in your exams!
Lizzy: Yeah, cliffhanger chapter endings are always the best. They make people come back for more, so they get addicted - insert evil laughter here - and so they love the story in the end. Hopefully...
I humbly thank my reviewers AGAIN for taking up precious time to write me a review! I have been very bad as in I haven't continued this story for a while, as I've been doing my other one (called Ever Unwilling, check it out... ^_^) so I apologise to you all. And, I am supposed to be revising... This fic does get more love than my other one, and for that I am eternally grateful!
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Being summer, it was not dark yet, but as she stood alone, Kelsey felt a strange sort of chill creep up her spine. Something in the air denoted danger, she could almost smell it. But then, she mused, all gloomy, shady alleyways could be seen as suspicious, right? It was just her overactive imagination again. It had to be. This club, Black Iris, did not seem the most reputable of places, and Kel was worried. But if doing this interview would save her job and get her back in Jake's good graces then one night in a rough bar was worth it.
It seemed pretty quiet overall. But then, she had planned on being early. A couple of people had trickled in, and Kel had noticed that they were distinctively good-looking, and had given her unsettling, predatory stares. It had put her off slightly, though she told herself not to let a few idiots mess up her whole evening. She had this lingering, irrational sense of fear, which Kel was doing her best to get rid of.
She frowned as she looked down at her violet-faced watch, which encircled her slim wrist on a ribbon of silver plated metal. The big silvery hand pointed to the seven, the little one hovered uncertainly, in the middle of the six and the seven. No matter what way she looked at the time, it plainly stated that Jess was late.
Kel folded her arms in silent protest, her frown hardening into a ferocious scowl. Typical airhead. She couldn't even follow the directions of a simple map! She knew she was overreacting a little, but the prospect of spending an evening with Jess did warp any sane person's mind.
Looking down at herself, Kel wondered if she'd chosen the right thing to wear. She knew she should have asked Jake what sort of club the Black Iris was, but he probably would have come up with some smart-alecky comment or other. She, admittedly, was rubbish at dressing up for important occasions. Casual was practically her middle name. But, after raiding her older sister Olivia's wardrobe, she had managed to come up with something at least halfway suitable.
She wore a halterneck top, coloured a deep purple, and across her bare back strings of purple criss-crossed. Along with her watch, she wore several black bangles round her wrist, and a pair of form-fitting black trousers with some killer purple heels. She loved the trousers, they looked so elegant yet so nice. Her earlobes were pierced with purple stones that glimmered when the light caught them, and upon her right middle finger she wore a plain silver band, a ring given to her by her mother for her 16th birthday. Her dark hair was down, falling straight as an arrow, framing her face. She had not put on too much makeup, just some eyeliner and mascara to enhance those ethereal emerald eyes and a bit of concealer and lipgloss.
Kel stared into middle distance, wondering what the band would be like. Bloodmoon... Quite a violent name, but nearly all bands were called things like that. And wasn't there a Wiccan element in there? That would be something to ask about in the interview. Lucy had been raving about them, almost drooling over their CD cover. Apparently they were gorgeous, but what about their music?
"Hey Kel! Oh my God I am so sorry!" Jess' raucous tones shook Kel from her reverie. She was so pleased to see her that she didn't even say a word about her lateness as the blonde-haired girl tottered up in red high-heeled sandals.
"Just glad you're here," she smiled, then she noticed what Jess was wearing. "Wow, you look great Jess!" she smiled. The girl had gone very over the top, in her tiny, tight, stop-sign red minidress with impossibly high slits in the skirt, but that was Jess all over. It was quite low-cut. Her short blonde crop had been styled messily with gel or something like that. Her dark eyes looked very mysterious, with grey eyeshadow and sparkly red glitter creating a dramatic effect.
"Doesn't everyone dress to be noticed? You look nice. All elegant and grown- up," she giggled. "Ooh, meet Charlie. He's my brother, and he's the reason I'm so late! He drove me here, because he's got tickets too! Charlie is /such/ a slow driver."
As she half-listed to Jess' babbling, Kel noticed a figure standing, or rather hiding behind the blonde haired girl as she dramatically enacted the riveting story. With some encouragement from Jess, he stepped out of the shadows and gave her a sheepish grin.
"Sorry, Kel is it?" he said apologetically. "Charlie Hardman. Nice to meet you. And by the way, it was Jess who took three hours in the bathroom this evening, not me."
"I can certainly imagine that," she smiled, looking up at him with interest. Jess didn't often mention her family in any conversation. "I suppose Jess has been telling you all about me then."
"Only a lot," he said teasingly. They shared a knowing look at Jess, which only served to make the girl annoyed. Charlie was nice, with Jess' dark eyes and enormous height. However, his hair was black, completely opaque, and it was a bit long. But, it suited him. He was well built and extremely good-looking in a rebellious, rough sort of way, even outshining his sister. Charlie seemed a bit quieter that Jess.
"Come on! We are so going to be late!" Jess said stroppily as she strode off, approaching the entrance to the Black Iris. Watching her, Kel felt apprehensive, as if she didn't want to go in.
"And whose fault is that?" murmured Charlie quietly as he made to follow her, in an attempt to be funny.
Ordinarily Kel would have laughed, but she was feeling far too anxious for that. It was utterly irrational though. Realising that she was just standing there like a complete moron, Kel swallowed her doubts and, with a smile plastered on her face, she joined Jess and Charlie at the shady doorway to the Black Iris.
Kel wondered why the club was so covert, it's entrance so unadorned and hidden from public view. The only thing showing that indeed it was the Black Iris was a wooden sign, depicting the flower. It stuck out from the wall above the entrance on metal struts, and looked old and faded, with splintered corners and a scorch mark on the left of it. Not very inviting or attractive. Jess was there already, and Charlie had just joined her. As Kel walked up, she saw that the girl was talking to the doorman. He looked strange, abnormally hairy, with shifty, beady black eyes and a tendency to sniff a lot. By the way Jess had her hands on her hips and was pouting furiously, Kel knew that there was some sort of trouble brewing.
"This ain't the place for the likes of you. I suggest you leave, miss," the doorman said vehemently.
"But look. We have our tickets. This is the place! Look at the door; it says 'Playing Tonight - Bloodmoon' on that poster there! We're here to see Bloodmoon."
"I don't think you should be coming here," the guy insisted. "Believe me, you should just turn round and go back home."
"I don't care what you think! Are Bloodmoon playing here, or not?" Jess demanded, anger dancing in her hazel eyes.
The doorman paused, his eyes flicking from Jess to Charlie, before finally resting on Kel.
"Oh, what do I care? Go and get yourselves killed. Ungrateful vermin," he muttered to himself, as he pushed the door open.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," muttered Charlie.
"Thank you," said Jess, the satisfaction plain in her voice as she slid past the man and strutted into the Black Iris. "Oh, and believe me, I'm grateful," she purred, without giving the doorman a second glance. Charlie followed.
Kel was about to go in, but something made her hold back. She turned to the doorman.
"What do you mean? It's just a club, right?" she said to the doorman, staring at him challengingly. "It can't be dangerous enough to kill people, can it?"
But the man was not going to give her any answers. "Do what you will. I'm not going to stop you," he said, withdrawing from her stare and looking into middle distance thoughtfully. "I guess it's just your destiny....."
She followed his gaze, seeing him looking at the moon, his dark eyes reflecting the shining silver splendour of the full and glowing orb. She could see the so-called 'face of the moon' etched into the glowing surface of the rock in a purply-grey colour, but tonight it looked strange... Almost as if it were in pain...
With a sigh of disgust she hurried past the creepy man and into the all- embracing darkness of the cavernous Black Iris. What a load of rubbish! She was worrying herself into seeing things that weren't there! Kel decided that she was crazy, and totally needed to relax. Who cared about the thoughts of one sicko doorman who got kicks out of terrorising the customers? He's probably paid to do it. Maybe they think it adds to the ambiance of the whole place.
Kel swept the incident to one side, and distracted herself with other matters.
She stood at the top of a narrow stairway, a windowless walled corridor that was perilously dark and enclosed. The door behind her swung closed with a terrifying creak and then a sickening bang that reminded her of the sound of bones crunching or cracking when someone broke a limb. Reaching out, she realised that she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She shuddered slightly. Kel never liked to admit it, but she had a strange fear of the darkness.
Arms outstretched, she inched slowly forward, trying to feel for a wall, or anything solid. She soon came into contact with something - the passageway was narrow enough for her to be able to touch both sides at the same time, if her arms were fully extended. She could feel the walls pulsating with the throb of sound. Muffled music wafted to her ears, and it was clearly coming from below. Kel shuffled forwards again, using the wall sides for support, feeling for a step.
When it came, it was totally surprising. She nearly toppled headfirst down the stairwell as her foot felt the step. She managed to get down the flight of steps quite quickly. Standing at the bottom, she listened for a moment. It was still pitch black, and Kel was feeling a bit disorientated. Pushing out blindly in front of her, she was delighted to find that she had discovered a door, which opened easily.
The first thing that hit her was the impossible brightness of the light in the new room. Neon strips that hung on the ceiling radiated harsh light into her darkness-weakened eyes. She grimaced and squinted for a second. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that it was just a non-descript old corridor, painted white, which made the dust and grime of the area even more apparent. Kel realised that she must have come in the wrong door or something. There was no sign of Jess or Charlie, no sign of a club. But she didn't want to go back and flounder in the dark again. It would be sensible to ask for directions.
Kel began to walk along the corridor. She could still here the faint rumour of music emanating from some faraway room. But for all she knew the club could have been very close by, only soundproofed.
She stopped at the first door she came across. It was white, though peeling paint revealed it had been a pine wooden door in a past life. It had a poster fastened messily to the door, a Bloodmoon poster advertising the gig tonight. On it, there was a picture of the band themselves. She agreed with Lucy, they were attractive, especially the lead singer, but they looked a bit weird too. Typical though, weren't all bands a bit strange? Without hesitation she pushed the door open and went inside.
"Excuse me, sorry for just barging in here but...." Kel stopped mid- sentence as she saw what was inside.
At a glance, it was evidently a scrappy, messy place, with clothes and rubbish strewn carelessly on the floor. Kel realised that this must be a dressing room. The Bloodmoon dressing room. It was decorated an ugly puce colour, with a threadbare burgundy carpet that had definitely seen better days. They weren't the most orderly of people; that much was obvious.
At the back of the room, there stood the singer of the band, his pale blonde head bent over something, or someone. Kel knew it must be him; he was the only blonde one in the band. She felt painfully embarrassed as she saw that indeed he was with some girl; she could see her hands wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry I'll just be...." Kel began, but the blonde haired singer of Bloodmoon turned to face her then.
Kel froze in terror.
As he turned, the girl he had been with just fell to the floor, limp as a corpse. Kel absently wondered why she was so lifeless and pale.
Then she saw his face. Sharp long canines protruding from his mouth, his lips and teeth bared, stained crimson with blood. Blood dripping, dark as wine, ruby red. That girl... so pale...
This wasn't happening, Kel decided, feeling her pulse race at about a million times a minute as the horrible apparition began to approach her. He was dressed up. This was just a prank. Vampires do not exist!
Then she screamed, long and loud, her eyes huge in her face as she backed away from the guy. The noise ripped through the still air, proclaiming her fear. But no one was coming to rescue her.
Kel suddenly became silent, as the guy's gore-stained face hovered inches from her own, his lips twisted into a cruel smile. Her mouth was agape in wordless terror, her face ashen with foreboding.
Looking into the mocking depths of the vampire's stony grey eyes, Kel knew that she was about to die.
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