The Gothic Fusion was like nothing I had ever seen before. Color changing lights made the club have its own pulse as people hid in dark corners doing things I really didn't need to know about. A stage was in the dead center of the club and at the time a man in his early twenty's was singing a hard rock song, their was no doubt he was a vampire since he was just as beautiful as Tripp.
I stared at the stage until a white strobe light flashed and blinded me, little dots lingering in front of my eyes. Tripp guided me through the crowded room to the back. The strobe lights had stopped, thank God, but the base could still be felt in the floor. A dim light hung from the ceiling as Tripp pulled me along, neither of us saying a word. When we reached a side door Tripp pulled out giant ring of keys, like what a janitor would use.
"This is your room." He stated as he thumbed through the keys, he finally found the right one and shoved it into the lock. I heard a click and the door swung open. I knew I was sharing it the minute I saw it. One side of the room was plain with an unmade bed and an oak dresser. The other side was almost hard to look at. The walls were covered in pictures guys that had to be vampires, each one looked alike and yet completely different, every picture had their own markings of her affections towards them (kiss marks, XO's written on them, and other phrases, the works). Clothes were spewing out of the dresser like a volcano had gone off inside of it and it was painted a bright purple color, like the color of lavender. Tubes, bottles, and containers were filled with a variety of cosmetics, half of them open. A face mirror was placed on the wall behind it and a heart was drawn in the corner with a red permanent marker. That's when I realized how truly terrible I looked.
My hip long blonde hair was tangled almost to the point of no return, my face was red and blotchy and my cheap mascara was running.
"Just great." I muttered as I tried to get off most of the make up that was running. I heard a loud shriek of a giggle and I whirled around to find a girl that matched the room perfectly. She was taller than me by at least four inches, which makes her 5'10", she had hair down below her shoulders that was dyed platinum blonde and then bubblegum pink from the ears down. She had rich grey eyes that were hidden behind layers and layers of eye make up and crème colored skin that any girl would envy, not to mention the full, pouty lips that were painted a cherry red. The girl wore a short dress that was one shouldered and bright canary yellow. I noticed a red heart on what I hoped was just the back of her thigh. She would have been insanely beautiful if she hadn't had on about three pounds of crème on her face. She looked me over as I looked over her, exact opposites.
She walked past me briskly and shook her head at Tripp.
"She needs a make-over." She said finally. Her voice matched her hair, light, bouncy, and loud. I frowned at her as she continued her inspection.
"You wouldn't be so perfect either if you had just been taken from your parents house to work at some vampire club!" I snapped at her. She rolled her eyes.
"I wouldn't know, but you'll get used to it here, I did! Now who are you exactly?"
"Sarah, who's asking?" I retorted, I already wanted to pop her head off. This arrangement? Yeah, it wasn't going to work out too well. She leaned forward and gestured to herself.
"My name's Candi Razzer, main performer here." She smirked at me as I analyzed the impossibly short hem of her dress; only one career came to mind.
"What do you do…strip tease?" I joked, her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Have you seen my show already?" It took all of my will power not to break put into hysterical laughter, I had just taken a wild guess.
"No…I'm afraid I haven't." She pouted then directed her attention back to Tripp.
"What's her talent?" Candi asked him.
"What?" I, again, blurted stupidly.
"She can dance."
"What?" I asked again.
"What kind of dance?" Candi warned.
"Tango." Tripp smirked.
"What?!" I screamed at him.
"Well as long as she doesn't overshadow me then I'm good."
"What the hell!" I smacked Tripp's arm and again I was caught by him, stupid reflexes, but this time he held me off the floor a few inches.
"You're going to Tango." He apparently and unfortunately knew about my dance classes. Since I had started high school an instructor there had been teaching me the tango and a fan dance in exchange for cleaning up the dance studio (which was why I was heading home after dark). Loving to dance, I had picked up the style of it easily, but performing it was a totally different issue. I squeaked in fear.
"You'll do fine." Tripp reassured me; I glared at him through a curtain of hair.
"That's not what I'm worried about," I began, even though that was a big part of it. "I'm worried about who I'm dancing with." I remembered all of the people in the club and how many of them were dancing, how graceful their movements were, they scared the crap out of me.
"You're dancing with me, and you're going to be doing a fan dance as well." Damn, of course he probably thinks it's some sort of honor to dance with him or something.
"You any good?" I teased, I was still hanging onto my last shred of hope that he just might stink at this. Putting me down (finally!) he left the room to come back a few moments later with a small CD and a boom box. He set it up quickly and motioned to Candi to turn it on when he told her to, with a sigh, she agreed.
"You're going to make me dance? Now?" His icy blue eyes flickered with amusement as mine probably showed a mix of embarrassment and fear. He walked over to the middle of the room and stood there, holding his hand out for me. I rolled my eyes and took up his hands; one hand behind his neck, the other holding his hand, there was no way out of this anyway. The music started and it began simply, me stepping backwards as he stepped forwards. Then spinning me out, I let go of him and took my heavy jacket of, still to the rhythm, he wasn't going to beat me at this. I grabbed his hand again as he dipped my down, A low sweep in front and then we ended with him holding up my right leg and our faces impossibly close. When the music faded away I jumped away from him, whoever came up with the idea that tango should be a passionate dance, should be burned in Hell. Damn my love for this dance. He however smiled and nodded, satisfied. I realized I was still breathing normally; I had definitely won this battle.
"So…how would you rate that?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Not bad." I responded, flashing him my own smile. Shrugging, he sat on the unmade bed (which was definitely mine).
"So…to switch the subject, you're going to start with waitressing during the day and then tango at night, you're too edible for vampires." He looked at Candi who was still on the floor by the stereo. "Will you go get her uniform please?" He asked, more of an order than a question. She made aface and nodded, prancing out of the room. She came back with a plain black dress and a pair of netted high heels. I eyes them as she set them and the dress on the bed. The dress, looked hard to move in, the neck line went into a small 'v', not a huge dip, and it had short sleeves. "Go ahead and try it on." Tripp told me, I picked up the dress then looked back at Tripp, sitting contently on the bed.
"Do you mind?" I objected irritated, glowering at him.
"No…" He didn't move an inch.
"Go!" I yelled, pointing at the door. He chuckled as he left the room, shutting the door behind him, I ran to it and locked it, just I case.I quickly got into eth dress as Candi reapplied her already too heavy make up.
"That's your only dress so don't ruin it, and make sure you wash it on a normal basis." Candi advised arrogantly. I pulled the dress over my head and zipped up the back, smoothing it out. It was a little bit tight. The shoulders would be almost impossible to move in and the top seemed more suited for a sleeveless dress, the waist and the bottom were perfect though, the bottom flowed out slightly about mid-thigh length, perfect for tango. I sighed and unlocked the door.
"How's it fit?" Tripp asked, he had been leaning next to the door this whole time.
"It's tight in the sleeves." I tried to adjust them slightly but I didn't want to rip the fabric.
"we'll fix that later." Tripp said, dismissing them. "But how's the rest of the dress?"
"the rest of it is fine." I assured him. He went over to the dresser and found a long night shirt.
"Now get some sleep." He advised, throwing it at me. "Big day tomorrow." Walking out of the room he shut the door behind him. I changed into the night shirt, wondering what time it was. Finding some sheets in the dresser I made the bed as Candi went back out into the club. The sheets were comfy as I drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes.