A very long night
The night vibrated with the promise of adventure. Sara lifted her head out of the convertible and took a deep breath of the Los Angeles spring air. It was everywhere, she realized. There was something about tonight. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but it was there none the less. A feeling that of excitement and things that were just out there waiting for her and her friends to go and find.
One of her friends, Amy, pulled her back inside the car.
"What the hell are you doin?" She asked from the back seat. "Trying to get Carmen a ticket? Or just trying to kill your self?"
"Neither" Sara said pushing a lock of dark curly brown hair about of her face. "I'm just excited. That's all."
Carmen in the driver seat just laughed at her. " You are nuts chick. You know that don't you?" she yelled over the wind.
"Hell Ya!" Sara yelled back. She then stood back up and gave a short cry before sitting down again. Everyone in the car laughed.
The convertibles headed down the hill into downtown Los Angeles where the Friday night fun was waiting. The lights of the city sent electric chills of excitement down Sara's back. She didn't know why she was feeling like this. It was so weird but she didn't push it. If she was happy or excited why should she worry? People are aloud to be excited after all. No laws broken.
Soon they rolled up to a club. Music thrummed from big speakers inside. Sara, Amy, Carmon, and Ann couldn't wait to get dancing. It was the end of senior year. Just over a month till graduation and they were trying to party it out. They were going to meet more of their friends here and dance for a while. Then maybe go out to a party that they heard was going down. The night was full of possibilities for them.
They walked into the club dressed to kill. Low cut jeans, tight shirts, everything was good. Ready to go. Sara's long curly hair was let free falling down her back. Her cool blue eyes scanned the room for the guys that they were going to meet up with. Obviously they hadn't arrived yet being as men had a tendency to be late.
People were crowded on the dance floor jumping up and down. The music came out in a hypnotic rhythm that instantly got anyone moving his or her hips to the beat. A rush of adrenaline gave Sara another wave of excitement. It was complete madness and Sara loved it. She grabbed her friends and dragged them into the crowd and let the music take over.
A couple hours later the club had become even more packed. People were smashed in as tight as they could be. The only refuge from the insane crowd was the hallway to the restroom where Sara was with her friend Matt making out. His strong muscular body pressed her against the wall and she ran her hand through his light blond hair. He had her face cupped in strong hands making it almost impossible to escape.
"ok,ok,ok," Sara said coming up for air. "Ok. I really have to go to the bathroom now. No stopping me this time." She said laughing.
She got out from under him and ran to the bathroom before he could stop her.
"You're coming' back right?" Matt yelled after her.
"Of course!" she replied as she closed the bathroom door.
Sara let out a long breath as she walked through the bathroom. She felt all hot and sweaty. The feeling of cool water running over her hands was welcome refreshment. Taking a paper towel she put it under the water and then wiped her forehead trying to cool down. Sara took the chance to catch her breath before touching up on her makeup and then heading back out into the thumping mass of people.
She tried walking through the crowd which was quite a feat giving the mere two inches that existed between everybody in the club. She scanned the dance floor for any sign of her friends. Eventually she spotted where they stood on the other side of the club and made a path towards them.
As she headed over someone caught her eye. A young man with black hair and green eyes walked past her and gave her a slight look. She didn't know why but she suddenly got chills down her back and not the chills she had gotten earlier. She felt cold now and was glad to return to the warm circle that her friends now formed.
They all talked actively to one another but to Sara something didn't seem quit right. The feeling in her stomach went to rot and she didn't like it.
She looked around at the people next to her and suddenly realized that someone was missing.
"Where is Matt?" she asked her friends.
As if her words had travelled across the crowed someone in the middle of the dance floor screamed. The people that had been dancing where the scream had been heard above the music now stopped dancing and looked towards the centre. More people seemed to notice the lack of movement and soon everyone had stopped though the music had still kept on going.
Sara didn't like this at all. Where was Matt? What was going on?
The music was now stopped and people were pushing out of the crowd.
Sara and the others forced their way into the centre where they believed the trouble was. It was hard though because people soon started running and screaming toward the doors. As soon as they had broken through Sara stopped dead in her steps and stared in astonishment at the site on the floor.
Matt's body lay motionless on the floor. His skin was pail and the face was set in a horrible terrified look, he mouth open in a silent cry. There was blood on his neck and was running a bit on the floor. He looked cold and lifeless. Next to Sara, Amy was crying and doubling over as if she was about to be sick. Carmen also started to cry loudly.
"Oh my God!" she heard Ann yell. "Oh my God what happened?"
"We should go" one of the guys said coming out of his shock.
Sara's mind just froze when she looked at him. She couldn't accept it. There was no way that this had happened to one of her friends.
She felt a pull on her hand as Carmen tried to steer her to the exit. The problem was that Sara's body refused to move. Eventually someone managed to get her out of the stupor and she was about leave when she noticed something and pulled a double look. There was a man standing on the other side of the body hidden in the shadows. She couldn't tell much about him except for his cold grey eyes and the complete look of satisfaction on his stone cold face.
"You!" she yelled releasing herself from her friend's firm grasp and pointing at the man. In her heart she knew this man had something to do with Matt. She wasn't imagining it. It was written all over his face. She felt like she could have killed him. "You!"
One of the guys grabbed hold of her again and started pushing toward the door. "There is nothing there." He said forcefully, trying to get her to the exit.
"But!" she tuned back to where the man had been standing and was horrified to see that no one was there. Where had he gone? He was right there? She could have sworn.
Outside the red and blue lights of the police cars cast odd shadows on the people as the police were rounding them up. Everyone that had now been in the club stood, being questioned by different officers that were writing down their names and stories. It didn't take the small group of friends long before the officers cornered them. Since they new the murder victim they were asked to stay around for further questioning after everyone else was permitted to leave and even then were told that they would be called in for even more questions. Sara was just happy to be able to go home. After the big interrogation she just wanted to go home and sleep, forgetting about everything.
The moment she got home she went straight to her room. She didn't feel like talking to her parents. They tried to get her to sit down with them and tell them what happened, but how could she explain when she didn't even know herself. She was so confused. Once she was in her room the silence seemed to close in about her making her feel claustrophobic. She suddenly felt like she didn't want to be alone and almost went back down to her parents but she was too tired. She changed into her nightclothes and got into bed.
It was sometime in the early hours of the morning that she woke. She was breathing hard from her dream. The picture of Matt's dead body hadn't left her dreams for one moment.
She suddenly got a sick feeling in her stomach and as fast as she could she ran into the bathroom that she shared with her little sister and proceeded to get sick. After calming herself down she turned on the light and poured herself a glass of water from the sink trying to get rid of the horrible taste in her mouth. Sara drank it down greedily and then took another before she left the bathroom. She turned the light off as she headed back to her room shacking.
Sara immediately noticed that there was a change in the air as she entered. It was colder and she immediately started shivering violently. She soon found the source. One of the windows had come open letting in the cool night air. Quickly she moved to close it, but just as she reached the widow something beyond belief happened.
A strong arm grabbed her around the waist and spun her. Before she new it Sara was face to face with the blond haired, grey eyed man that had been at the club. He smiled at her and then attacked. Sara could feel the pain of the man's teeth ripping into her throat.
The last thing she remembered was the feeling of drowning that came over her. She could not breath. Slowly everything went dark and she fell into one of the deepest sleeps she could ever imagine.
