"Safari Disco Club" - Yelle

Can you see me fly / I see you down, dozing / Hold on to me, it cracked / What we see here, I promise / Animals dancing in the Safari Disco Club [Rough English Translation]


I wanted so badly for that man who actually had the fucking balls to insult my Danni to suffer. I wanted to phase on the spot, and was about to, when I saw my baby's face. She looked terrified of me.

My heart fell as I discovered I was a source of fear for my Danni. She's afraid of me. That's why I didn't kill the man who called her a derogatory term: I couldn't have her fear me even more.

Instead I made the asshole apologize and Danni get in the car while I finished her "community service" for her. This way, I figured she'd see that I'm really a good guy and would never mean to come off as threatening towards her. I only wanted to show her I cared by defending her honor.

Once I finished picking up all the dog crap in the park, I realized that only an hour had passed. I glanced back at the cruiser where my Danni was. She looked out the front window, still appearing anxious and desperate to leave. I sighed.

I got in the car and turned to her. "Are you alright?" I asked.

She simply nodded.

"Are you sure?"

Danni took a deep breath, but she still didn't look at me. "Can you take me home?" she asked. "I swear I'll make up the hours I missed, but, I just really want to go home now."

I was speechless. She wasn't supposed to leave early! This was meant to be our special day! Just us, spending time together, getting to know each other! I'm supposed to be getting closer to her so that I can finally establish some sort of intimate relationship!

"Please Paul?" Danni whimpered, finally blessing me with her gaze. Her beautiful hazel eyes looked pitiful and were reflecting the intimidation she felt while in my presence.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, knowing I bent it a little bit underneath my beefy hands. "Fine," I growled through my teeth. NO! the wolf yelled. Don't let her leave! Keep her with you! Make her stay!

I ignored the wise-sounding voice in my head and drove off to Danni's house. We were quiet the entire drive and she never looked at me again. Her eyes were trained on the window that was slowly collecting tiny raindrops.

My breathing got heavy as I forced myself to keep en route to her house and not take a "detour", thus getting purposely lost and having to waste time looking for her home another way. I'd wind up giving up and just taking her to my house and then keep coming up with excuses to not let her leave.

Unfortunately, I pulled up to Danni's driveway and stopped the car. Too late to take her home with me now.

"Thanks," Danni mumbled, getting out of the cruiser.

Pull her back inside and take off! I don't think I could that though…it'd scare her too much and then she'd want absolutely nothing to do with me, even more than now. It doesn't matter! She belongs to us!

"I'm picking you up tomorrow to make up for today," I said at the last moment before she slammed the car door shut.

She just shrugged. "If you really want to."

I'd rather her get back in the car with me, but as long as I get her tomorrow, I think I can wait. I watched Danni enter her house before driving off to the station. I may as well get in some hours if I'm don't have plans anymore.

Fuck, I miss her so much already.

DPOV

I fought with my body to contain its excitement as Paul took off in his cruiser, thus giving me a day off from community service! I skipped up to my bedroom, ready to call Lauren and tell her to come get me so that we could hang out before Mike Newton's party.

Fucking Paul had to go all scary-man on me and that hippie, thus making me actually a little bit nervous to be around him. There was this look in his eye, I couldn't really describe it, but it was a look that a man who had the capability of murder had. He appeared to be able to snap the man's neck and go on smiling throughout the day as if nothing had ever happened.

Freak!

I dialed Lauren's number and only had to wait a little bit for her to respond.

"Please tell me I'm not your only phone call you get in jail. I just simply don't have the money to bail you out. I could maybe, organize a car wash or something to raise it, but there's no guarantee," she said.

I giggled. "Dude, I'm safe. Paul said he just wanted me to know what would happen if I ever missed a day of community service."

"Oh. I guess he's actually one of the few cops who follow the law."

I sighed. "And of course I get stuck with him."

"You know, twenty bucks says you can get him to terminate your sentence if you fuck him."

"Ew!" I screamed. Although, I have to be honest: Paul is a sexy man. Annoying, but sexy. "Not any time in the near future."

"There's always the distant future."

I rolled my eyes. "No. Anyway, get your ass over here and pick me up."

"'Kay." Lauren only took fifteen minutes to get to my house. Apparently, after I was arrested by Paul, she just went home because she said she really wasn't in the mood to eat after that drama.

The whole day we watched action movies on the TV in my room and waited for the party. Lauren said we were going at ten, so at eight we started to get ready. Lauren, wanting to attract this guy, Tyler, dressed in the skimpiest outfit I've ever seen her wear. I could've sworn her boobs would pop out of her top if she just raised her arms. I, not really knowing anyone there, and therefore not trying to impress anyone, just remained in my simple long-sleeved shirt and basketball shorts. Some guys are attracted to sporty girls…I hope.

Mike Newton lived in a big two-story off in some rural area where not many other houses surrounded his. There was rock music blasting when Lauren pulled up and just parked on the street due to all the cars already there. Mike was popular she had said, so a lot of people would be going to this party. I got out of the car and trailed Lauren inside, knowing I wouldn't look like a crasher if I were seen entering with her.

Inside the house was full of teenagers, most of them drunk off their asses, holding red plastic cups filled to the brim with alcohol. The lights were dimmed, but golden Christmas tree lights lined the edges of the walls and ceiling, giving the house a sort of outside feel: like when you stand under a street lamp at night. There was a giant sound system where the TV was blasting Morningwood's "Sugarbaby", sending the bass though the floor, vibrating my feet. The music was deafening and people were yelling just to communicate with their friend two paces away from them. The living room was crowded with a bunch of party-goers jumping to the beat of the song, with girls rubbing up on guys they just turned around and met. The kitchen was only separated from the living room with half a wall, leaving a bar-looking banister in the middle of the house. The wood flooring with the off-white walls complemented the golden aura from the lights and I found myself more interested in the colors of the room than the actual party.

"Lauren Mallory," a baby-faced blonde guy shouted in welcome as he saw us walk in the door. "Welcome to my party!" He had to shout in order for us to hear him over the music. His ice-blue eyes then settled on me. "You must be Danni, I'm Mike."

I took his hand he was offering and shook it. "Where's the beer?" I asked, desperate for a drink to ease the party-tension I was feeling. Lauren was the only person here I knew, and I suck at meeting new people.

Mike laughed. "Party-girl huh? Right this way." He took my hand and led me away from Lauren who flashed me thumbs up. Ew, Mike's cute, but he's boy-next-door cute. He's not rugged and manly looking. We walked into the kitchen which had a circle of people around an island counter pouring shots.

I yanked my hand from Mike's and shoved myself into the circle, snatching a little glass off the counter before some Asian chick could grab it. She was already wobbly so she wouldn't miss this little shot. I was about to dump the golden liquid into my mouth when a guy grabbed my arm.

"No, not like that," he said. He had a black mohawk and ice blue eyes that shouted danger, yet I couldn't look away and found myself enticed in his stare. He had a spider-bite lip piercing and a black leather jacket on.

"Was that your motorcycle outside?" I yelled over the guitar solo of the song to ask him.

He cocked his eyebrow. "I don't own a motorcycle," he frowned.

A person bumped into me and almost made me spill my shot, but I shrugged it off and looked back at my catch of the night. "That sucks," I teased. "You looked like the kind of man who likes thrill, not comfort in his Pontiac." I smirked.

The guy grinned back at me. "Let me show you how to take a tequila shot." He grabbed the salt shaker off the counter and poured some on his hand and then grabbed a lime wedge in his other hand. "Lick the salt, take the shot, and then suck the lime." Then he put the lime in his mouth, the peel facing his throat and the fruit part towards me.

I quickly leaned forward and licked the salt off his hand and then dumped the tequila into my mouth, trying not to let it touch my tongue so I wouldn't have to taste the disgusting liquor. It burnt my throat and I almost gagged, but forced it down and then grabbed onto the guy's leather jacket, pulling him towards me. Before I could grab the lime with my mouth, the guy sucked it all the way into his and a cocky grin formed on his face. I took the bait and smashed my lips to his, shoving my tongue into the cavern of his mouth and sought the lime, pulling it into my mouth.

Once I had my prize, I leaned back and smiled, the lime between my teeth. I sucked on the bitter juice and then spit it out into my hand. "A souvenir to remember me by," I said, handing him the juiceless fruit. I could honestly say that guy had the bitterest kiss ever. And it wasn't due to the lime…it…just wasn't what I wanted. His lips were too thin and when his spider-bite touched my skin, it made me wince at its chill feel. It wasn't very satisfying and I found myself disappointed at that. Maybe if I tried someone else? Mike? No. Hm, Henry at school? Possibly.

Paul?

I briefly thought about it. His lips were full and his body temperature was always really warm, so I imagine it would feel pretty good, but he and I both know: that's never going to happen.

The guy laughed and took the lime from me, actually putting it in the pocket of his jacket…ew. "I'm Joseph," he said, leaning closer to me so he could shout it in my ear.

"Danni," I yelled back.

Ke$ha's "Blah Blah Blah" intro began and I felt myself get excited.

"Three more and then I wanna dance!" I shouted.

Joseph nodded and poured us some more shots. This time, we just licked the salt off the counter and held our own limes so that we could rush to the living room where everyone was dancing before the song was over. After my shots, I started to feel a little fuzzy in my head, but ignored it and ran into the make-shift dancing room, dragging Joseph by the hand.

When we got there, the second chorus had just started and I jumped up in place, shouting "BLAH! BLAH! BLAH!" and giggled as Joseph mirrored my every move. He then put his hands on my rear and pulled me closer to his chest. Now every time I jumped, I felt my breasts rubbing up against him. He felt rather skinny, with no muscle at all…not even a little gut. It was like the guy's fucking manorexic!

"You hungry?" I yelled, deciding to put my theory to the test.

He nodded. "The guys are making mush-SHROOM pizza," he shouted, winking at me.

"I fucking love pizza!" I screamed, a little confused as to why he said mushroom all funny. Perhaps he was just feeling a little sick from the alcohol.

I dashed to the kitchen to grab a slice before the pig jocks got to there first and finished it all. Joseph put his hands on my waist and steered my body out and down a hallway where we entered a door leading us to a garage. "It's in here," he said, a little quieter now that the music wasn't as loud due to the distance.

The garage was just a typical looking garage: concrete walls and floors. However there was a carpet on the floor and three guys and a girl sitting in a circle around a pizza on a cookie tray.

"Who brought the lesbo?" the girl asked, looking over at the guy I assumed was her boyfriend by the way she was rubbing his thigh.

What the fuck? Here too I have to be known as the lesbian? "Shut your ghetto-ass up," I snapped, rolling my eyes.

The girl just snorted but the guys laughed, granting me permission to join their group and eat their pizza. It must be a Forks thing: being all possessive over your food.

I sat down next to Joseph and some skater looking guy and glanced at the pizza. It looked regular except these mushrooms were long, thin, and kind of dark. The mushrooms that usually come on pizza are short, stumpy, and kind of gray. "Here you go, m'lady," Joseph said, handing me a piece with three huge mushrooms on it.

I laughed at his little saying, or maybe I was drunk from all the shots. Either way, it sounding funny what he said. I then took a big bite of the pizza, moaning at how good it tasted. Within seconds I finished it and wanted more. I almost reached for another piece, but Joseph grabbed my hand.

"If you take too much, the effects aren't as great," he said.

"Huh?"

"You can't eat too much."

Oh, there must've been more people who didn't get a slice yet. I noticed that Joseph didn't eat one, as he most likely wanted to make sure everyone else got a piece before he dug in. What a gentleman. "I get 'cha," I said, giving him an okay sign. I then heard "JUMPER" by capsule start in the living room.

"This is my jam!" I exclaimed as I shot up off the ground and ran inside to the living room. Joseph stayed behind, but I didn't really mind though. He was only for my entertainment and I only knew him for about half an hour. After jumping and thrashing around with random people to the ultimate dance song, I had to stop and catch my breath.

I trudged over to the side of the living room where no one was at and sat on the floor, resting my head against the wall. The bass sent thuds hitting my ass and I giggled from the fuzziness the tequila shots gave me. Yea, I think I might be drunk, or at least buzzed. I opened my eyes and saw something off about the Christmas lights on the wall: every single light had a small halo of color circling it. They didn't have that before, right? I stood up and reached to grab one, but I couldn't quite grasp a rainbow circle. I turned around, wanting to ask someone else if they saw what I saw, but my eyes stopped dead on the girl whose skin was lime green.

"What the fuck?" I wondered aloud. I shook my head and looked again, seeing that the man behind her had a small head. This wasn't no small head you see on somebody at school, no. This dude belonged in a freak show! He was dancing around with his plum-sized head, his shoulders looking ridiculously broad.

"Why don't you take a picture?" he snapped in a voice that sounded like he'd been sucking on helium.

"S-sorry!" I muttered and walked away. Lauren had to see this guy! She would shit herself laughing so hard. I walked past a mirror on the wall and decided to check my reflection to make sure my ponytail hadn't come undone with my horrendous dance moves. I faced the glass and froze with fear as I watched my right eye slip and fall out of its socket, dangling from its cord. Blood gushed from my eye socket and I almost started crying I was so scared. I held my hand over my wound and ran to find Lauren.

"Lauren!" I yelled. "Lauren! Where the fuck are you?" Who the fuck can help me out? Joseph! I know him remotely enough for him to at least care to call an ambulance for me. I ran for the garage but stopped at the hallway entrance as I saw the floor move up and down, as if it were breathing. What the fuck is happening?

I gulped and kept my hand over my eye socket. I counted to three and sprinted down the hall, jumping every time I saw the floor move up so that I wouldn't trip. Eventually I reached the garage door and I flung it open. The random guys and the bitch were staring in awe at some sunlamp at the other side of the room while Joseph was smoking a joint.

"Joseph!" I cried, running over to him. I grabbed his jacket with my free hand, but screamed as soon as I saw a million little ants crawling all over it and my forearm. I thrashed my arm around, trying to get them off me.

"Relax babe," Joseph mumbled, high out of his mind. "It's a party."

"You gotta call an ambulance for me!" I panicked, ignoring the ants for a moment. "And a bug exterminator!"

Joseph laughed. "I'm so fucking stoned!" He then threw back his head and laughed the slowest laugh I've ever heard.

"Please!" I begged, "You gotta help me!" My hand was starting to hurt my face I kept it there so hard, hoping that I wouldn't bleed to death with my eyeball dangling, hitting my face as I moved.

Joseph looked at me, his eyes narrowed from being high on THC. Then hair sprouted all over his body and his shoulders broadened, stretching his shirt with it. His ice-blue eyes turned green and then settled on bright yellow. I watched in utter fear as his teeth lengthened and his mouth turned into a muzzle.

I fell to the ground and crawled away from him. I decided to huddle in a corner. The floor here was breathing as well and the music didn't sound happy anymore. It blended into some incoherent jumble that I couldn't decipher. It kind of reminded me of playing a song backwards, but lowering the octave so it sounded like a demon singing it.

I started to cry in my corner and rock myself back and forth.

"Relax Danni," Joseph said, his voice all slow and robotic sounding. I looked up at him and screamed as his wolf-face gazed at me, his muzzle dripping with blood. The blood fell onto the floor and collected into a pool until it took up the entire floor, even the part I was on.

I trembled and tried telling myself I was asleep and this was all just a weird-ass nightmare. Yea, that's it. Shit, I'd rather have the spooning-cop dream instead.

"Fuck! The police!" "Run!" "Get out now!" "Outta my way fuckers!" I heard people yell from where the living room was.

"Party's over kids," I then heard a deep voice announce.

"Danni!" Joseph growled, "We hafta go! C'mon! I'll take you with me!"

I opened my good eye to look him over. He was still an animal. He actually looked like an over-grown wolf shoved into human clothes with a mohawk.

I cried out in fear and shook my head. "Don't come near me!" I screamed.

The wolf just shrugged and ran through the garage door that led outside that somehow opened without me realizing it. The asshole even turned off the light, leaving me alone in the dark.

"Any one in here?" I heard a deep voice ask.

I looked over to the door and saw…Paul? Only he was glowing with the same golden aura as the Christmas lights. He walked inside the garage, using his flashlight to look around the darkness, and then he stopped when the light hit me.

"Danni?" he asked in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

I jumped out from my corner and ran over to the glowing Paul, jumping onto him and wrapping my arms around his muscular shoulders, pulling me close to his chest.

"Paul!" I cried. "Help me please! Something's wrong! Get me out of here! I wanna leave, please don't leave me here! I wanna go! Please help me!" Through all this I sobbed and got his uniform shirt drenched with my frightened tears.

Paul looked at my face, focusing on my eyes. He sighed. "Oh shit." He then wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back. "Just close your eyes Danni," he whispered. "Don't worry, I have you. I'll protect you. Just close your eyes and I'll keep all the bad things away."

I shut my eyes and felt Paul pick me up and hold me to his chest bridal-style. He then set me in the passenger side of his cruiser and I felt him do my seatbelt for me.

"Just sit back and relax," he cooed. "I'm taking you home. You'll be safe with me. Don't worry. I have you."