When Morticia came to herself again she was lying on the floor next to the wall. She hurried to her feet, her eyes scanning the venue for security guards. Luckily, there were none in sight. Wild violins filled the air and the clubbers whirled around the dance floor in a crazy speed. Nobody had eyes for her, and for the moment she was very okay with that. She smoothed her dress with a nonchalant look in her face although her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes shone through the haze in a way that screamed I just had sex and I enjoyed the hell out of it. She tried to look a little less like a person that just had sex and a little more like an innocent woman searching for her lost dance partner. Gomez was gone. And so were the peeping werewolf. Morticia felt her heart beat faster in a far from pleasant way. Somewhere in the venue an old fashioned clock struck midnight. She could hear her lovers angry voice in her mind, as vivid as if it was real: You. Me. Outside. Now!