I woke up screaming. I had the most terrible nightmare, or maybe the oddest dream. I dreamt I was taken from my home by a vampire with ice for eyes, he tried to turn me into a vampire and then took me to a club to tag team strip tango and…
Okay, maybe I was sort of dreaming my day yesterday but magnified by ten. My imagination hates me.
"Shut the hell up!" I heard Candi yell at me from her bed. Maybe there was a silver lining from that dream, the silver lining being that it pissed Candi off.
"Oh…I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I apologized falsely. I almost felt her glare in the darkness.
"Yeah, you did, just to let you know." She spat, rolling back over and dropping like a rock. I wasn't going to be able to sleep now anyway so I sighed and changed back into the black dress. Still not sure what time it was, I tip-toed into the hallway, it was so bright! Windows I hadn't seen last night lined the wall, sunlight pouring in; it was a bright sunny day. I kept walking until I heard voices inside one of the rooms, I pressed my ear to the door and the talking stopped immediately. Frowning at the door I pressed my tried listening harder, until the door opened and I tumbled through. Curiosity killed the cat.
"Hi." I squeaked, getting up off the floor. "I was just…uh…leaving." I went high tail it out of there when one of them stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
"Where are you going?" He asked, I remembered that voice. He was the rock singer from the night before, he had dark eyes that penetrated everything and strawberry blonde hair. The guy behind him on the other hand was definitely human. He was extremely muscular and at least six and a half feet tall. He had hazel eyes and a roman nose, but olive colored skin, he looked Italian.
"I'm just going back to my room now." I told him, nervously smiling.
"You work here?" The vampire asked me, he scanned around my neckline, and he must have seen my bite mark because his question was apparently answered.
"Want a tattoo?" the human asked, his voice was extremely deep, and I wondered what his job was here.
"Sorry, I'm underage." I joked as I tried to slip out the door.
"Nonsense!" He boomed, steering me farther into the room and pushed me into a chair. "Everyone who joins Gothic Fusion gets one." At this he shoved his sleeve back to reveal a skull on his shoulder; I looked at the vampire skeptically.
"Where's yours?" I demanded of him. He shed his jacket and pulled his shirt off, making me blush, to reveal a dragon on his chest, it was amazing, but it looked painful.
"Where do you want it?" The man asked again as the vampire put his shirt back on. I thought about it for a minute, like most teenagers, I have thought about what I would want as a tattoo, so I did know what I want, but now that I was faced with getting it. I'm not sure if I had the backbone.
"Um, a swirl, under my right eye…in black." I finally decided.
"I need you to draw it for me." He jumbled through a drawer and pulled out a pen and paper. I was no artist. I drew a makeshift eye as best I could then went slightly off the middle; I drew a hook and another hook, going in the opposite direction. I looked at it a second, wondering if I should just rip it to shreds and run for it, but I handed it to the man. Nodding, he started up the scary tattoo needle. I squeaked as he came towards me with it.
"Don't worry girly...it'll be done in a flash." He came a little closer and I flinched away, halfway getting out of the chair. The vampire came up from behind me and pushed me back into the chair and held me head, making me stay put as the other man started, It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It wasn't so bad that I wanted to get up and hit them, but it was bad enough that I wanted to yell 'what eth hell are you doing!?' at eth top of my lungs. When it was finally over the vampire let go and I jumped out of the chair-o-death. The human held up a mirror and I looked at the new addition to myself, it fit.
"You shouldn't have to wear a bandage; it's not that big; do you like it?" He lifted my chin to admire his work.
"I love it thank you!" I cried. I went to leave but he made a booming laugh and tightened me into a bear hug.
"I…can't…breath!" I gasped as he immediately put me down.
"Glad ya like it girly." He said, ruffling my hair. "I'm Joe." That fit. "And my buddy there is Alexander."
"Hello." He said, I had never noticed it before now, but he had a smooth French accent to his speech. Now that I really looked at him, he had the pale skin of a vampire along with the unnaturally beautiful features. He had light strawberry-blonde hair and dark eyes, very unlike Tripp. He kissed my hand and I looked at him oddly, wondering where the formality had come from. He smiled softly and backed up again.
"I'm Sarah, the new girl." I said with disgust.
"I can tell." Alexander noted, his eyes lingered at my neck. "The bite is fresh."
"Yeah, what was the point of that anyway?" I remarked irritated.
"Well, a few reasons," He began. "One, by biting you he made you his, no other vampire can bite you while you stay here at this club, you are, well, private property." That was one way of putting it that I wasn't thrilled over. "And two…" He sniffed the air. "You smell like roses."
"Agh!" I screamed half-heartedly, plopping back into the cursed chair. "That is it with vampires and roses?"
"Roses are very beautiful." Alexander complimented simply. That made me feel a little better, I smiled at him and went to leave the room.
"Bye." I called behind my shoulder at them.
I was back in my room before Candi woke up. I looked at her and laughed, drool was oozing out the side of her mouth. She must have heard me because she mumbled and sat up, eyes still closed. I ran to my bed and catapulted onto it before her eyes opened. She blinked and sniffed; when she spoke I remembered less vaguely why I disliked her.
"You need a makeover." She yawned, I made a face.
"No thanks." I declined, she however, smirked.
"No choice, Tripp told me too." She said in a sing-song tone of voice, I gave myself a mental reminder to beat his head in.
"Fine…" I mumbled. "But go easy on the makeup…please." I added as an after thought.
"Whatever." Candi agreed absently. She went through her many bags of cosmetics, looking at me, then back again. She finally brought over liquid liner, smoky black eye shadow, dark red nail polish, and a hair tie and brush.
"Now hold still." She ordered as she applied the gunk. It took her at least twenty minutes to do it, since she kept taking it off then doing something different. When she was finally satisfied, she started on the rat's nest that was my hair.
"Your hair tangles easily doesn't it?" She asked, I grunted an agreement.
"It's going to stay up then." The put it into a low ponytail then backed up to look at it. She made a face. She tilted her head this way and that while mumbling to herself for about a half a minute, then when I was almost ready to give up and leave she made an 'ah-ha!' sort of noise, snapping her fingers. She took my hair back down as she spoke to herself, telling her how perfect this was going to be. She did put my hair back into a ponytail, but on my left side she left a good portion of my hair down over my face.
"Perfect!" She squealed. She shuffled to her dresser and found a hand mirror. "I'm a genius." She stated, handing it to me. At first, I didn't know it was me. My eyes looked wider, bluer, the grey eye shadow bringing out every speck of the color to the surface. The black eyeliner matched the tattoo perfectly and the swirls were highlighted in a reddish tinge around it. My hair actually looked like hair should look, not like I had rubbed a balloon to it and tied it in there for a few days. The hair down covered my left eye; opposite the tattoo…I actually loved it.
For some odd reason, this made me realize something, the reason why I hadn't completely freaked out to the point that most people should, this club had saved me, an escape. My parents never cared for me; I never had much of anything because they didn't do anything. I was the one who worked, I was the one who cleaned, and I was the one who acted like an adult. Tripp saved me; maybe I owed him something after all.
"Don't you go crying and smearing that that 'cuz I am not redoing it." Whipping under my eye I found that it was wet, I smiled.
"I won't. Thanks, I love it." Candi looked at me oddly, wondering probably which wire in my brain had fizzed out. I chuckled silently and strutted out of the room, going to try out my new found freedom.