Chapter Seven
The entire crowd was in a dancing frenzy as the DJ laid down one hot track after another. The club was nearly pitch black except for the dimly lit private booths that circled the dance floor. The neon dance lights would flash on and off and create a dizzying effect of colored lights and flashes. This was Club Nine, an exclusive dance club that dished out the entertainment in spades for the exuberant price that many of the exclusive members paid for. Every one was so enraptured by the rhythm and that no one noticed a slender figure standing at the top of the stairs leading down to the club. As the figure descended, many of the unattached and attached males immediately had their curiosity pricked as the new beautiful stranger entered the room. The men could not help but gawk, but when she would pass them, they noticed that they felt a sudden chill when she was near them. Her glare was more like ice than coy or seductive. She made her way through the dance floor and the people seem to part just for her. She finally came to a stop in front of the Owner's Glass Room. It was literally just a cage of glass separating the rich and dirty men from the sleazy women dying to get a little attention thrown their way and perhaps even a monetary incentive.
They were all gathered and clinked their glasses congratulating each other when one of them noticed the stranger staring intently at them. He immediately gave a wolfish smile. She was wearing a simple pair of black jeans with a white halter-top covered with a long black wool coat. Even with the coat he could still imagine she had one hell of body under there. He prodded his fellow friends to check out their admirer. Their collective egos swelled as they all turned to see their newest pet. She remained stoic then gave the barest hint of a smile. She came right up to the glass and crooked her finger at the first one who had noticed her. Laughing he sent down his drink and came right up to glass. She reached under her halter-top and for a brief moment, the men thought she was going to give them a little peep show and all waited with drooling mouths. The man at the glass leaned closer still instead of seeing a flash of skin, he saw a blur of motion. She smiled wickedly at him noticed his friends standing in complete horror. Most of them had let go of their glasses and very expensive liquor splashed in every direction. The man at the glass did not realize what was happening when his friends were suddenly yelling and trying to get out. As he tried to turn around, he realized he couldn't and felt the agonizing pain for the first time. He looked down and saw he was pinned to the glass with a sword. He looked up at the woman grinning at him and started to scream.
All hell broke loose as the people saw what was happening and scattered. Niyah hardly noticed as the people began to scatter like rats on a sinking ship. Niyah had her attention centered on the squirming human on the end of her sword. "Where is the Merovingian?" she asked with dead calm. "Who?" That was not the answer she wanted. Niyah yanked the sword out and watched as the man's body sank to his knees leaving a bright red streak on the flawless glass wall. She swung her sword to her left and caught one of the fleeing glass-box members at the neck. "Tell me where the Merovingian is." Niyah applied more pressure. The man was close to tears as he tried to answer her. "Speak straight!" "He's at the château. That's all I know," he sobbed. She seemed satisfied with his answer and started to breath again when she lowered her sword. She took three steps and then turned back around at the trembling human. "I don't believe you." Niyah was about send him a quick blow with her sword when a something tackled him, just barely saving his miserable life. "Damn it!" Niyah stared down at the huge dog that stood between her and her victim. He gave a low warning growl. Niyah gave it an inhuman growl in return. "Stupid dog." She lowered her sword. The dog relaxed a bit but only when she finally turned her back did he follow.
When Niyah was finally a good distance away from the havoc she caused, she turned to dog following her. "Don't you get it? The Merovingian is the last. Once he is gone, I can go after him." The dog whimpered. Niyah looked at the dog. He had finally grown out of the puppy stage and into a full-fledged adult dog. "I know what you are doing, Code E. but don't you get it?" Niyah leaned up against a brick wall. "I want this to be over with. I know you can feel it, it's getting stronger." Niyah knelt down and gently rubbed Code E. behind the ears. "I know you are getting more wary of me. You never sleep any more." Niyah gave her dog a gentle hug as she cried, letting her tears fall onto his lustrous coat. "You'll be with him again. Soon. I promise."
The entire crowd was in a dancing frenzy as the DJ laid down one hot track after another. The club was nearly pitch black except for the dimly lit private booths that circled the dance floor. The neon dance lights would flash on and off and create a dizzying effect of colored lights and flashes. This was Club Nine, an exclusive dance club that dished out the entertainment in spades for the exuberant price that many of the exclusive members paid for. Every one was so enraptured by the rhythm and that no one noticed a slender figure standing at the top of the stairs leading down to the club. As the figure descended, many of the unattached and attached males immediately had their curiosity pricked as the new beautiful stranger entered the room. The men could not help but gawk, but when she would pass them, they noticed that they felt a sudden chill when she was near them. Her glare was more like ice than coy or seductive. She made her way through the dance floor and the people seem to part just for her. She finally came to a stop in front of the Owner's Glass Room. It was literally just a cage of glass separating the rich and dirty men from the sleazy women dying to get a little attention thrown their way and perhaps even a monetary incentive.
They were all gathered and clinked their glasses congratulating each other when one of them noticed the stranger staring intently at them. He immediately gave a wolfish smile. She was wearing a simple pair of black jeans with a white halter-top covered with a long black wool coat. Even with the coat he could still imagine she had one hell of body under there. He prodded his fellow friends to check out their admirer. Their collective egos swelled as they all turned to see their newest pet. She remained stoic then gave the barest hint of a smile. She came right up to the glass and crooked her finger at the first one who had noticed her. Laughing he sent down his drink and came right up to glass. She reached under her halter-top and for a brief moment, the men thought she was going to give them a little peep show and all waited with drooling mouths. The man at the glass leaned closer still instead of seeing a flash of skin, he saw a blur of motion. She smiled wickedly at him noticed his friends standing in complete horror. Most of them had let go of their glasses and very expensive liquor splashed in every direction. The man at the glass did not realize what was happening when his friends were suddenly yelling and trying to get out. As he tried to turn around, he realized he couldn't and felt the agonizing pain for the first time. He looked down and saw he was pinned to the glass with a sword. He looked up at the woman grinning at him and started to scream.
All hell broke loose as the people saw what was happening and scattered. Niyah hardly noticed as the people began to scatter like rats on a sinking ship. Niyah had her attention centered on the squirming human on the end of her sword. "Where is the Merovingian?" she asked with dead calm. "Who?" That was not the answer she wanted. Niyah yanked the sword out and watched as the man's body sank to his knees leaving a bright red streak on the flawless glass wall. She swung her sword to her left and caught one of the fleeing glass-box members at the neck. "Tell me where the Merovingian is." Niyah applied more pressure. The man was close to tears as he tried to answer her. "Speak straight!" "He's at the château. That's all I know," he sobbed. She seemed satisfied with his answer and started to breath again when she lowered her sword. She took three steps and then turned back around at the trembling human. "I don't believe you." Niyah was about send him a quick blow with her sword when a something tackled him, just barely saving his miserable life. "Damn it!" Niyah stared down at the huge dog that stood between her and her victim. He gave a low warning growl. Niyah gave it an inhuman growl in return. "Stupid dog." She lowered her sword. The dog relaxed a bit but only when she finally turned her back did he follow.
When Niyah was finally a good distance away from the havoc she caused, she turned to dog following her. "Don't you get it? The Merovingian is the last. Once he is gone, I can go after him." The dog whimpered. Niyah looked at the dog. He had finally grown out of the puppy stage and into a full-fledged adult dog. "I know what you are doing, Code E. but don't you get it?" Niyah leaned up against a brick wall. "I want this to be over with. I know you can feel it, it's getting stronger." Niyah knelt down and gently rubbed Code E. behind the ears. "I know you are getting more wary of me. You never sleep any more." Niyah gave her dog a gentle hug as she cried, letting her tears fall onto his lustrous coat. "You'll be with him again. Soon. I promise."