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Chapter Four

"Here you are, let's get inside," Holy appeared from nowhere…

"Hi, em maybe you want to go better home, play scrabble, this club is weird and

I'm not really dressed as people supposed to? I think."

"No, don't worry you'll look fine. Come on then inside, I'm freezing," and not

surprising as Susan's friend was dressed not by the weather. She had black, high heel shoes, a short black dress and a leaver jacket, also black. A clip on top of her head held her black hair in a knot. Susan noticed that Holy put in her gold hoop earrings.

"If we'll see the manager first."

"Why?"

They went inside, Susan felt even more out of place unlike her friend, who was

enjoying every second there. It was Holy who talked to each person she saw,

asking where to find the manager of the club. The club itself wasn't anything

special, just a place underground, but the atmosphere was enormous: the low

music brought a heart beatings without a stop; spooky light effects, which made

some of the dance floor, band stage and the bar stand light up, but tables and

some other spots dim, it came to effect of dark corners with no light at all.

The room was large enough to contain sixty people and it was designed in a

suitable way for a purpose of a nightclub.

A barman pointed at the back door, labelled 'keep out', as an answer to Holy's

question. Without hesitation they both, Susan and Holy, went to the door and

stepped inside. After walking down the corridor they found a door labelled "the

manager and the owner of 'Dark magic' Club". Holy put her hand forward,

indicating that Susan was on her own now.

Susan, feeling her heart in her throat, knocked on the door.

"Com' in." came a reply from it.

Susan opened the door and stepped inside, with Holy close behind. Susan hoped to be her friend at that moment, as Holy wouldn't be afraid and would go along and do it in her place.

"How can I help?" asked a good-looking teenager with fair hair and blue eyes. He was sitting in a high chair behind an oak desk. Dressed in a business suit and… he looked bored.

"Excuse me, are you a manager. If you are can you please pass this letter to someone called Mr Dark please, it's from a friend of mine."

"I am the manager and the owner of the club and Mr Dark is a dear friend of mine, so I'll pass it whenever I see him next."

"Oh thank you so much." Susan wanted to leave at that moment, but Holy being curious as always started asking her never ending questions.

"Are you really a friend of Vampire Dark?"

"Yeah, it was actually his idea of starting a club and probably you soon wouldn't be able to read his sites." he said in a lazy manner.

"WHY!"

"I'm going to murder him the next time I see him. You know it's so frustrating to run a club. My mum keeps saying 'I told you' and kind of the phone rings all the time with important and unimportant messages."

"You're joking?" Holy asked, Susan made lame excuses and quietly left, seeing her friend being interested in the boy and deciding to leave them alone.

"Not really, it is hard to run this thing and I'll probably kill Dark, but that's not the real reason. You know the site is quite something and there has been complaints of it being a propaganda, making kids chose dark side - drugs, smoking, rock, alcohol, dressing in black and all that." Holy felt uncomfortable, his description fell close to herself, it was easy getting started but quitting proved harder. She quitted drugs, thanks to the fact that she nearly fell into the lake once (under the impact of them), she didn't drink much anymore and nearly quitted smoking. The boy continued with his speech, "So these people are saying he'll have to do something or the site would be banned."

"That sounds unfair, loads of people get bad influences from streets and friends, not from a fan site."

"Do you always dress in black or just today?" he gave her a question she didn't expect.

"Mostly always, but if you're saying it's the website I was like this before I found it."

At that moment the phone rang, the boy picked it up saying: 'wait a minute' for Holy.

"Club 'Dark magic' how can I help you?" he then waited, hitting the table lightly with finger tips, as someone spoke at the other end of receiver, "Can you hold on a minute," he pressed the buttons on the phone putting that person on hold and dialling a different number.

He smiled to Holy and mouthed for her to sit down noticing that he forgot to do that earlier. Finally the phone on the other end was picked up, "Ruth dear, there are some stock suppliers on the other end I'll connect them to you," Holy heard this Ruth swearing in a loud voice, as the boy connected both numbers. He put the receiver down.

"Finally."

"She wasn't very happy," said Holy.

"No wander, Ruth is in charge of our food stock, and all the mail that gets here. Suppliers sent the wrong order and now charging the money, so like I say I'm fed up with it. I blamed her for ordering the wrong things. And now she has to sort it out or I'll take the money the stock cost out of her payment."

"That isn't fair."

"I know, but the mistake is easily corrected and I just don't want to correct it. Anyway where were we… Oh by the way I haven't introduced myself, I'm Nick Red. So how did you came to dressing in black and interested in such rubbish as vampires?"

"I'm Holy. When I was fourteen everybody was into superstitious stuff, but the craze ended a year later, well I was one of the rear ones who kept it up. So what is your friend going to do?" to which Nick laughed.

"He is going to put info about witches, werewolves, shape shifters and to make parents happy fairies, unicorns and all sweet little fairy tale creatures."

"Oh wow, that would be even better."

"Not for Dark, he is only interested in vampires, kind of selfishness. So would you like me to buy you a drink?"…

"So what were you doing so long," Susan asked as her friend finally appeared.

"Talking. He said he'd be out in a minute to buy me a drink and show around. Have you met anyone yet?"

"No and probably wouldn't." Susan wasn't comfortable with this place, it somehow gave her a feeling of danger. There was a lot of perfect people. Beautiful girls in dramatic outfits, cool boys in leather jackets, it just felt so creepy being the only plain one; it made her feel like she was the only real one here, and all of them were a film illusions, they obtain - perfect.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

Susan looked up into a handsome face of a gorgeous boy, who surprisingly asked her for a dance. She was just opening her mouth to refuse, when Holy answered for her, "Sure she will, if you won't stand on her feet that is - she hates that."

"I'll try," he took Susan's hand, who gave her friend I'll kill you look, and followed him.

The boy put his arms around her, so she had to put hers on his shoulders. He smiled looking straight in her eyes, it made her blood freeze.

"You don't look as if you go to such places a lot." he stated.

"I don't, I'm here with a friend."

"That girl back there. Tell her my thanks." he pulled her closer towards him.

"For what?" she felt embarrassed, she didn't much care for boys and never went dating.

"Well if she hadn't answered for you, I'm sure you would of refused me a dance," it brought a blush to her cheeks. He had deep sharp brown eyes, dark hair and pale skin, Susan couldn't take her eyes of him…