If anyone is actually looking at this after being notified of an update, I'm so sorry if it turns out to be misleading. For one, this is really just what used to be the second half of chapter 14. And two, I cannot promise this random spark of activity means I will be posting anything soon. I don't know what came over me but after 5 years I've been looking at this Fic again and wanting to do more. But my motivation has betrayed me in the past. Again, I'm sorry if it betrays you as well.
"You guys sound so disgusting. I love it." A sultry voice poured out of the speakers despite no one being on the stage. "A few lights go off, doors lock, and your fight or flight senses kick in. A lot of your chose flight."
'N-I-C, someone's here. They're talking but I can't see them,' Amelia signed to the deaf tag, making sure he knew what was happening.
He nodded and started peering around again, hoping his sharpened eyes could catch someone in the darkness. He didn't look long before seeing a slender figure in some rather odd appearal. A womanly figure slinked through the darkness with a cape dragging behind her dress cladded body.
"You're disgusting. Twilights and Normals alike." Before Nic could even decide on how he would put her down, she gracefully stepped up to the stage. A tall woman with dark hair, falling straight over her shoulder, came into the light. Her skin was pale which contrasted with her dark purple dress. Her lips were coloured a dark red and her grey eyes popped out from the dark eyeshadow. "Isn't this fun? My first debut!" She snickered softly as she took center stage.
"What do you want? This club is not for you to play with. I will give you the opportunity to leave now. Just leave," Loretta warned, sounding strong and confident like her father.
The tall woman blinked and tilted her head. "Aren't you a cutie? Now I have a few problems with that. First, don't you want to know who I am?"
"No."
"Hm, well, if you insist. I, my dear, am Ophelia. It is my pleasure to meet you, Loretta Christiano. Ah, and you, too, Worick. I've heard great things about you," the woman smirked, glancing down at the blond.
Worick raised an eyebrow, giving his usual flirty smirk to the dark enchantress. "Oh? I'm flattered. But I'm afraid I don't know you. Maybe we could get to know each other in a different way?" He suggested cockily.
"Aren't you cute," Ophelia scoffed. "This is what I live for, honey. Chaos. Now why don't you scream for me."
"Excuse me-?"
"AAAHHHHHH!" Screams broke out from the crowd of people by the doors. Suddenly, a few people dropped to the ground, blood splattering on the floor. Black figures jumped back up to the balcony they had been hiding on before attacking.
Worick looked at Amelia who nodded and hit Nic on the back. The two twilights took off after the black figures, easily jumping to hang from the balcony and then using their strength to swing up and land on the upper part of the club.
Amelia looked back as she swung up, looking at Worick as he drew his gun and pointed it at the woman. Who was she? What did she want? Could Worick handle her?
Amelia shook the worry from her head as she landed on the balcony. She barely had time to get her footing before she was tackled back into the railing by a big, buff man. He was the size of Galahad and probably just as heavy.
"Fucker," she growled as she pressed her hands to his chest and pushed. He didn't budge. She kept trying until suddenly he went flying back. Amelia looked up and smiled. "Thanks, Nic," she said smiling, noticing that it was Nicolas who got the brute off of her. He looked her over to make sure she was ok. Feeling she wasn't injured, he turned to take care of the big guy so he wouldn't bother Amelia.
Amelia looked to the side just in time to see a man closer to her own size leaping towards her. Her eyes widened and she instinctively threw her leg out to kick him in the side of the head. The force threw him against the railing. Unable to catch himself, he started to go over only for Amelia to grab onto a fistful of his long locks.
"Ah! Bitch let go!" The male cried as he hung from the balcony, Amelia holding him by the hair.
"I can't have you attacking any more civilians. Since even Normals wouldn't die after falling from this height, I'll keep you up here... whatever you are," Amelia smirked, letting a bit of her sadistic side show. This guy didn't have tags but his other friend was too powerful to be a normal. It was possible this guy was a normal but if he was, he was offly cocky to challenge her
"You bitch," he hissed in pain, clawing at her hands.
Amelia looked over what was happening down stairs, ignoring the man clawing at her. Alex, along with some of Loretta's men, was helping fallen civilians that were hurt. Galahad and Marco were heading up to the top to help Nic and Amelia out. Worick and Loretta were still standing in front of the stage, weapons at the ready but not attacking. What was going on?
"Ah-" Amelia bit her lip as the male actually scratched her. She furrowed her brows and reached her other hand down to grab the man by the neck. "What do you guys want? What are you?" Amelia demanded.
"Fuck you," the man spat angrily as he continued to claw at Amelia in hopes of getting free and getting back up.
"Ugh, fine, I'll ask someone else," the blonde sighed and twisted her hands in a sudden motion, making the male fall limp. She dropped him to the main floor where he laid dead. A few citizens screamed but there was no way Amelia was pulling his limp, heavy body back up just to get in her way. "Why do they never talk? Its a lot easier."
"We have dignity unlike you," a snotty, girly voice sneered, pulling Amelia's attention to her left. There stood a girl with firey red hair tied into two long braids that fell over her shoulders and ended at her belly button. She looked to be around 20 years old and was quite a bit taller than Amelia- 5'9 to be exact. She was thin and wore a black crop top that hugged her round C's and black leggings to match. She was awfully thin. She didn't seem to possess any fat or muscle on her body.
The only thing that really made Amelia think she may be a challenge was the fierce look on her face. She looked like she wanted to kill somebody. Since she was now looking at Amelia, the blonde figured that 'somebody' was her.
"Hey, was that your friend? Sorry but he did attack me first," Amelia shrugged, stepping away from the railing and fully facing the woman. "Maybe you want to talk instead? Or you can join him?" She smirked, stretching out her shoulders which were starting to bother her thanks to holding that man over the balcony. It definitely wasn't good for her joints.
A few things cracked, although she couldn't tell you what. She shook out her arms as if it helped to put everything back in its comfortable place and then looked at the woman. "I haven't heard any talking? Does that mean you're ready to join him?"
"Like hell, bitch!" The girl snapped as she lunged forward.
Amelia's eyes widened as she saw the girl pull out a knife, ready to attack the strictly hand-to-hand combat trained blonde. "Fuck."
February 10, 2021
