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Chapter 11 – Antara Nightclub

The name of the club glittered brightly atop the large building.

Antara.

Relena looked out the window of her car at the building. She had to go in, though she was scared and nervous. For the past fifteen minutes she sat in her car trying to gather enough courage to go inside. But so far her courage has only lessened and her hands were even clammy.

'Why did I come here?'

Relena sighed and peered at the digital clock next to the steering wheel. 11.34 PM

She had to meet Catherine and she must do that in the club. She also wanted to ask her about the keys. Relena was sure she would have the keys to Trowa's house. She was his sister after all. His sister…

Relena closed her eyes and laid back in the comfortable leather seat. Her eye brows furrowed. Catherine claimed that she was his sister, but Relena still had doubts, though she knew that the letter Catherine had given her was authetic. It was in his handwriting. She just thought it odd that even in his last letter Trowa didn't mention having a sister named Catherine.

Relena bit her thumb gently. If she wanted know the truth about Catherine and her relationship to her former fiance she had to go inside the night club. It was the only way. Catherine had revealed little about her current situation and herself. And the only place Relena could find Catherine at was where she worked, since she didn't know where she lived..

Drawing in a deep breath Relena opened the car door.

Though it was summer the night air felt chilly on her skin. She wrapped the belt of her trench coat tighter around her slender body and headed towards the night club.

Relena didn't frequent discos or clubs, it was just not her thing. She disliked the inebriated people there, the loud music and the constant haze surrounding the clubs.

But Hilde did.

Relena wondered why she hadn't asked Hilde to come along or even told her that she was going to visit this club...and halted her steps, staring at the small crowd of people in front of the entrance.

Was this such a good idea?

But she couldn't – wouldn't go back now that she has come this far. She had to know whether Trowa's sister, as she called herself, had been lying or telling her the truth. Relena could hardly believe that Trowa had been so cold to his own sister.

"I'm sure he has never told you about me, has he?"

"No," Relena stated bluntly, still in shock.

Catherine smiled sadly at her. "I thought so."

Relena had imagined this woman to be a number of things, perhaps a close friend to Trowa, his secretary, an agent, and ex-girlfriend or maybe even his secret wife but a sister…the idea just didn't cross her mind.

'Why didn't he tell me?'

"He had always been like this… always taciturn, with many secrets concealed in his heart. Maybe that's why it never would have worked between us. He never told me how he felt about me."

Catherine's green eyes were lacklustre as she gazed uncertainly at Relena. Relena vaguely wished that she would stop talking, saying those words that sounded so harsh to her ears because Trowa had only been hers and he had been perfect.

She wanted some time to consider the truth but Catherine ploughed on with her story.

"I've never been the one who listened to her parents, Relena. And when I realised that my parents were right it was too late." Her voice trembled. "When I was eighteen, I ran away from home. I wanted to marry my boyfriend Jason. My parents were against our marriage as they disapproved of him. Trowa too, though he never said it. Maybe if he had I would've never left home."

Before she even realized it she was standing in front the night club. She prepared herself for what was coming up next and suddenly, a hand shot out of nowhere and halted her progress. Bemused, Relena looked to her left and noticed a black man standing next to the entrance. There was another man guarding the other side. They both wore black suits and matching sunglasses.

'At night?' Relena thought sardonically.

Both were at least six feet tall and were solidly built, making her feel tiny. Their features also held an intimidating look. The black man at her left narrowed his eyes dangerously as he scruitinized her from head to toe.

Did she have to pay to enter the club?

'Lucky me, I left my purse in my car.'

But that was not the problem.

"You ain't no member of Antara," his voice was rough and hard. "Or are you?"

The unpleasant odor from his breath and the spray of spittle caused Relena to flinch away from his towering form.

"N-no," Relena stuttered.

Great, now she can't go inside and would have to wait for Catherine to get off from work, which is not until after midnight.

"Can I please go inside?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't detect the desperation in her voice.

"You have to be a member," he repeated obstinately.

"Well, okay then."

Deflated, Relena started turn around when an idea suddenly struck her.

"How do you become a member then?"

The black man stared menacingly down at her and opened his mouth to answer when the other man cut in.

"Rob, I think you should take her to the boss."

'Boss? Oh, he means the owner of the night club.'

The black man rubbed his chin and leered at her, making her even more ill at ease.

'God, what have I gotten myself into…'

"Ok, you come with me. Jack, I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

He gave her no time to deliberate her actions. Relena followed the guard grudgingly down a narrow dark hallway, thinking that she had to meet Catherine and if she could meet her employer first, she could find out whether Catherine had been honest or not.

But who knew how her employer would be? Catherine had divulged little to nothing about him. How would he react to her questions? It was a hazardous move but she reminded herself that not every man was like Treize.

'Or Heero.'

At the end of the hallway, a bright light shone, changing colors by the second: blue, red, yellow, green. The music seemed to be getting louder and louder with every step Relena took. she had to walk fast to keep up with the man; he gave her little time to observe the insides of the club once they stepped out of the darknesss and into the glaring light of the disco balls.

As they walked Relena noted that a huge dance floor to her left, where hundreds of people were dancing. To her right was a bar with the typical high stools and a few tables that were occupied by people who appeared to be drunk and hanging out of their seats. But nearly everyone was drunk, because the bartender was yelling at a man - Relena didn't have the faintest clue as to why - and his face was beet red.

There was a stage - three or four feet higher than the ground – directly in front of her. Scantily dressed girls danced on the stage, trying to tempt every man in the audience. Relena looked at the faces of the half-naked girls, searching for that face. And she found it.

Upon her discovery, Relena stopped in her tracks, staring unblinkingly at the woman she had just recognised, not caring that the man she had been following glared at her impatiently.

'So she hadn't been lying at all...' Relena thought, curling her hands into fists. And then suddenly, Catherine met her eyes; her gaze was frightened and surprised while Relena's was resigned and saddened.

"Jason turned out to be a pimp. I was forced to have sex with men I didn't know and Jason said they were his friends. I had to do it because he claimed that he had debts and by doing this he wouldn't have to pay them anymore. And I did it, because I loved him...

Catherine sniflfed and looked away from Relena. Her eyes were shimmering in the dim light.

"I don't want you to pity me. I ran away from Jason when I found out the truth. I was in desperate need of work."

Relena saw Catherine's lips moving, forming her name. She stopped dancing at the minute their gazes clashed. And in a heartbeat - to Relena's astonishment - Catherine turned and sprinted off the stage. Squinting in Relena's direction, she ran down the stairs on the side of the stage.

"I'm a dancer at a night club... I know it's not a respectable job and I hate it. But it's a sort of punishment for me too. My parents died shortly after my departure. Trowa said it was all because of me, because I left home."

A tear slid down her cheek. Relena could say or do nothing but digest the tale slowly.

"He never forgave me, and I don't blame him for that. I deserved it. I've been such a horrible daughter... and sister."

"But why... why didn't he tell me about you? Why..." Relena thought aloud, her brows furrowed. She wanted to believe her but coudn't believe her entirely. Why would Trowa conceal all this from her?

Catherine smiled sadly at her question.

"Because of what I've done and what I am now. He's ashamed of me."

"Relena!"

Catherine was at a lost for words as she finally made her way to the blonde through the swarm of people.

"You shouldn't have come here." She glanced warily around them.

"Why?" Relena asked bluntly, not knowing what she was getting at.

"I only wanted to ask you for the keys to Trowa's house. I – I just wanted to go there."

The moment these words left her mouth she felt ridiculous. It was a stupid reason to come here and disturb Catherine at work. But Catherine didn't say anything and nodded in comprehension. Relena felt a cold hand grasp her hand.

"It's okay, Relena, I understand. But the problem is that –"

"What are you doing here?!"

Suddenly a rough voice came boomed over the hard music. The guard was standing at Relena's side, glaring at Catherine.

"Oh Rob I just –"

"Well, be quick then. This is no coffee house where you can chitchat. Go back to work. NOW."

Catherine bit her lower lip. Relena stared at Catherine's tense expression. How could she let them treat her like this?

"I have to go right now, Relena. I'll drop by tomorrow to deliver the keys to you. But… I need them back in a week. Since his death I've gone there nearly every day."

"But I know he still loved me."

Before Relena could even utter her response, Catherine disappeared amongst the crowd of dancers. She didn't want to leaver Catherine just like this. This wasn't fair treatment. Everyone made mistakes, but why would she have to pay for them for the rest of her?

'Mum… why did you do this? Why…'

Silently she followed the black man. Her mind was void of all thoughts. It occurred to her dimly that she no longer had a reason to be in the club, but the thought faded as quickly it had surfaced.

The guard walked along the side of the stage towards a flight of stairs. The steps were narrow and slippery and let to a closed black door. Relena's eyes impulsively went to the big window at the side of the door, where the blinds were half-closed. Through them she saw movement. The guard's knock was answered with a curt "come in".

Relena lingered near the doorway when the black clad man entered but her curiosity conquered.

The room was dimly-lit, reminding her of the candle light dinner she had with Trowa just a few weeks ago. She felt her stomach tighten at the recollection and once again felt the sharp pain of loss again.

She forced herself to remain clear-minded and distracted herself by studying the room. It was probably as large as the dining room in her house. It barely registered in her foggy mind that the guard who led her here was standing behind a desk at her left. He was leaning down and talking quietly to someone sitting on with his or her back to her. That had to be the owner of the club.

She averted her head from them, her gaze traveling around the room. To her right was a comfortable-looking sofa set against the white wall, next to a table that had a glazed, fragile look to it. Her attention was promptly captured by the large photo hung above the sofa. Staring intensely, she took two steps toward it.

It was a picture of a girl, beautiful and vivacious-looking. She had curly brown hair, and a few unruly locks fell upon her forehead, but she didn't seem to be upset about that. Her pink lips were curved into the most radiant smile Relena had ever seen.

But her eyes were her most arresting feature. Relena walked closer to the picture so she could study the eyes of the twenty-or-so girl more carefully. Her eyes held a strange blend of pain, determination, and even joy. Though it was her eyes that caught Relena's attention.

They were Prussian blue.

Her breath hitched when she remembered where she had seen those eyes before.

'No way…'

To her dismay, her fear was confirmed right away.

"I see that you couldn't stay away any longer."

His voice was husky and close. Too close. She could smell the masculine scent she had become so familiar with.

'Impossible.'

Relena swirled around and nearly jumped when she finally saw how extremely close they were standing. It was unbelievable, but it was him. Heero. How could she have been so oblivious that she hadn't even heard him approach?

In an instant his strong arms were around her back, pulling her reluctant body against his hard one and making her to gasp at the unexpected action. The only thing that registered in her mind then was that she needed to escape from this place and especially from his hold. She struggled in his forced embrace but stopped when she saw that grin on his irritatingly handsome face again. How she would love to wipe that off his face.

"Let go of me," she tried to say as authoritatively as she could, keeping her voice even, enunciating each word. "Or I'll –"

"Or you'll what?" He challenged her, bringing his face even closer, his eyes gloating and full of disdain as he looked down at her. "So, Relena Darlian, what will you do? Scream?"

Well, he did have a point. She realized that no one would hear her over the loud music. She shouldn't have come inside and definitely not with that guard. What a fool she was.

'I wonder what Hilde will say when she learns of this stupid adventure of mine.'

She could even imagine Hilde shaking her head in disbelief and and saying: "Relena, where is your head?" That was, if she makes it out of here alive.

But to Relena's surprise Heero released her. She took advantage of the moment immediately, stepping away from him and creating a safe distance between them. And she knew she was safe as long he wouldn't approach her again. Surprisingly, he made his way back to his desk.

"Spying is a bad thing, Relena, especially if girls do that."

Strangely his voice held more amusement than venom or threat. Well, looking at it from his perspective, it was. He was leaning against a cabinet and eyeing her from head to toe, lingering on the bare legs visible from under her knee-length trench coat. God, she felt so uneasy under his gaze and couldn't stop a blush from rising quickly to her cheeks.

"You do know that this is not the right outfit for a place like this?"

She wondered if he was doing this on purpose, making her feel humiliated. She searched for the right words, wanting to tell him something that would shut his mouth and lessen his arrogance, but found none. His smirk was definitely not helping her wits. He was looking at her with such intensity and something else that she couldn't quite place.

He almost, no, he does look like some sort of sex god wearing black pants and a black shirt, the first few buttons left open, giving her a good view of his collar bones.

'What the hell am I thinking?'

"So…" he brought her attention back to his face. He looked away while lighting his cigarette. "… are you going to take off that coat," he blew a cloud of smoke, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Or should I?"

At that something snapped inside her. Relena glared at him. What he wanted from her and why he was doing this, she didn't know, but she knew that she won't let him play with her anymore.

"You're disgusting," her voice was low, barely audible but she knew that he'd heard her.

She glanced again at the picture of the girl, feeling a great calmness wash over her, before heading towards the door. Her hand was hovering above the door handle when Heero appeared at her side, obviously with other ideas in mind.

Before she realized what happened he had pinned her against the door with the length of his body, his eyes piercing.

"Good girls don't say that."

"Ah, I see, but well-mannered men don't do this either," she spat back at him.

She tried to push him away, her hands on his solid chest but he took them firmly in his hands, pinning them to her sides.

"But this is what you want."

To emphasize his words he grinded his groin against her. Relena swallowed a moan but couldn't stop her body from arching into his, feeling something she had never felt before.

Damn, traitorous body.

With a grin on his face he brought his lips down to hers. She saw it coming and tried to turn her head away but to no avail. His hungry lips crashed onto hers, his tongue coaxing her mouth open. Her willpower was too weak to stand against his attack.

She couldn't hold the moans back any longer as he gently grinded against the juncture of her thighs in a slow, steady rhythm and deepened the kiss. She couldn't do more than respond to his assault, her thoughts incoherent and her mind blurry.

But it had to stop.

His legs were in between hers and she could feel his hands traveling under her clothes. Cold fingers came into contact with the exposed skin of her shoulders and pushed her trench coat down. He eased himself away somewhat, picking up the coat and tossing it over to the desk with one hand. She felt exposed in the short, white dress she wore underneath.

He claimed her lips again before his mouth drifted lower to her neck. Her eyes snapped open realizing what was happening, or what was about to happen. She felt disgusted with herself. How could she ever face herself again in the mirror?

She heard a distant sound and tried to discern where it was coming from, but couldn't in her current state of mind. What was it? She felt him tense against her when the irritating sound didn't stop.

Vaguely she heard him utter 'fuck' before he freed her wrists from his bruising grasp. Not looking at her, he walked over to the phone on his desk and picked up the receiver.

"Yes?" she heard him impatiently say.

For a moment she just stared at his back, the muscles visible through the thin material of the shirt, his hair as unruly as ever. Her fingers ached to touch it, feel the locks sliding through her fingers.

Then it suddenly got through to her that she now had a chance to get the hell out of here. She reached for the door handle and pushed it down. She sighed and glanced at the framed picture one last time before turning around and rushing down the stairs, not caring that the door was left open. Though the music was deafening, she could still hear Heero cursing.

Immediately she heard his footsteps behind her. Well, he couldn't do anything to her down here, right?

She was within a few feet of the exit when a firm hand seized her wrist rather roughly. He dragged her to the dance floor and into the swarm of people. As soon as she began to fight him he caught her harshly by her shoulders.

"Don't make a scene out here."

His words held a threat, though he whispered them in her ear, his breathing fanning out over her ear and her neck. She complied, not knowing if it was because of his threatening words, the intimate position they were in or his breath on her skin that made her shiver and sigh in sheer delight.

Before she knew it they were dancing, his hands on her back, hers on his broad shoulders. She looked away from him shyly, all coherent thoughts lost. All that was left was the feeling of his hands on the small of her back, burning through her thin dress.

"Why are you doing this?"

The question fell from her lips before she realized that she had been thinking that.

"You should know why."

"Why?"

She stared over his broad shoulder into nothing. She was agan feeling so… hollow, empty from inside. He didn't answer and instead ran his hands all over her back, lingering in her long hair. As much as she wanted to get away from him, she wanted to stay there too, in his arms. She was split inside. A part of her was still holding onto Trowa, and the other to Heero. Would she be one ever again?

Then she felt his hand on her chin, lifting her head up, locking eyes with her before he dipped his head down, closing the gap between their lips.