The Bride of Chase Young Chapter 18
Ten minutes later, Jacks' party was in full swing. Marie, Sam, Tom and Jack were on stage singing their hearts out. Teens were swarming the dance floor, bumping, grinding and shimmying around. The bar, tended by a Jackbot, was surrounded with people calling out orders. Francis was alternating with one of the other Jackbots as a bouncer by the door, only letting in guests that were on a list Jack had drawn up.
Chase, however, was staying out of the general proceedings. He found the music too loud, and the dancing too wild.
That, and several of the guys here were eying Marie far too appreciatively for his tastes. He suppressed a snarl with difficulty.
After a few more songs, Jack set yet another Jackbot (how many of those things had that boy built?) to act as a DJ while he and the others hopped down from the stage. Marie made a bee line for Chase while Tom, Jack and Sam headed to the bar for water.
"You were quite the performer up there" observed Chase. Marie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Was I?" asked Marie. "Well, as Tom says, our family are natural performers."
"And I suppose growing up with a homosexual pianist with a flamboyant stage streak helps too." said Chase with a smirk. Marie nodded.
"Damn straight." she said with a small laugh. "I'm gonna go get some air. Back in a minute" she turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Outside, on a small patio, Marie looked over the Spicer family garden. It was a very nice place, even in winter.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms grab her and something was forced over her nose and mouth. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was a sickly sweet smell and a familiar, sinister face.
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sorry for the really short chater guys, I just couldn't fugure out how to make it any longer without boring everyone. see you soon!