2. FORBIDDEN ENTRANCE

Vaelora

How couldn't they see those symbols? When I say 'they' I meant the bouncer and Andrew. It seems like the blue haired man could see it. I don't know how I know but judging by the mysterious way he looked at me—it makes me feel like he was surprised at how I could see the symbol.

I watched as he walked back towards us. His eyes never left mine even as he whispered something to the bouncer. He gave me a dark smile before coming in front of the bouncer, his eyes were redder now. I noticed the colour wasn't normal. Probably, contact lense. "Let them in."

"Yes, I will." Turning to face out, he said. "Pass."

I don't know if I'm being paranoid but he looked like he was under a trance or something.

Oh shit! There was something about this place that's making me go insane. First, I was drawn to it by this feeling that I will find my stalker here. What was I expecting? For someone to have stalked you for days on end, it means he is a psychos, right? And he must be dangerous and people like this don’t stay in safe places.

I felt that now was the perfect time to turn back but the stubborn side in me wanted to know if my instinct is right. Something about this club is drawing me in. It has to be him.

I wanted Andrew to hold me tighter but he didn't seem like he noticed my unsettling feeling. He looked around obviously bored by everything around him.

Andrew wasn't the club type of guy. He just liked to hang out with a few friends in a quiet setting where the talk about business and some boring documentary.

I liked that he didn't visit this type of places, at least I wouldn't be too worried about him cheating on me with a fucking stripper.

The blue haired boy past the bouncer, quick as an eel. He turned to me again, still with that smirk on his face. I liked the lily in his shoulders, the way he tossed his hair as he went. There was a word my mum would have used to describe him but I just can't recall it.

"You think he was cute," said Andrew, pouting again. "Didn't you?"

I poked him on his ribs, but didn't answer.

Inside the club was full of dry-ice smoke. Coloured neon lights played over the dance floor, turning to multicolored fairyland of blues and greens and reds with perks of pink and so many others I couldn't decipher.

"So," Andrew said. "Pretty good music, huh."

I didn't reply. My eyes wandered the club in search of the boy who just disappeared out of the blues. Something about him tells me that he's not as young as he looks. Perhaps, he is like me. Almost twenty-one but in a body of a nineteen year old.

With these little minutes I've spent with him, I feel he is more mature than his body entails.

There was a lot of back and forth swaying in the name of dancing. A couple of Asian boys and girls were having a threesome right on a couch. Another couple were making out near the wall, kissing as if they wanted to melt into each other.

I wasn't really paying attention to my immediate surrounding for me to be disgusted at their acts. My eyes finally found the blue haired boy and his too met mine.

He winked at me and his smirk changed to a beautiful smile. I didn't expect that and fuck, he was really cute lad as Andrew had said.

His eyes left mine and landed sharply in another direction before he started on his feet. He was prowling through the crowd as if he was looking for someone. There was something about the way he moved..

"I'm trying to enjoy this party, babe but I don't know if I can." Andrew nibbled at my neck again but I wasn't really paying attention to him now.

"Mmmm" I barely managed to reply. I know perfectly that he came to the Undercrypt Club because I dragged him here. I know he thinks it is boring. I was not even sure why I wanted to come here. Was it the clothes, the music? Was it because I've never entered a club before and just wanted to for the first time? Was it because of him? Is he really here?

The blue haired boy was making his way off the dance floor now. He kind of looked a little lost as if he hadn't found what he was looking for.

But it wasn't long before he straightened up suddenly, snapping to attention, like a hunting dog who has found its prey.

I followed the line of his gaze, and saw a girl in red dress. I guess he was sorting out for his make out for the night.

I thought, trying to look away from them but I just couldn't. Not yet. The girl was gorgeous. She's the kind of girl I would have like to draw—tall, slim, elegant with a long spill of jet black hair. At this distance, I could see a red pendant around her neck. It seems the girl loves the colour red. It pulsed under the lights of the dance floor. It reminded me of a separate, disembodied heart.

"I feel that," Andrew started and I barely listened. ".. we should do our wedding in a church. Saint Morgenstern church will be the best. What do you think?"

"Huh?" I felt a great urge to roll my eyes. Andrew hated going to church so why would he want us to wed in a one?

Ninety percent of my attention was on the girl in red dress. Through the darkness, smoke and artificial fog, her dress shone out like a beautiful red rose amongst black roses. No wonder the blue haired boy was following her as if he was under a spell. He had the same look the bouncer had after he whispered in his ears and looked straight into his eyes.

He was too distracted by her beauty to notice anything going around him. If he wasn't following the girl like a lost sheep , he would've been able to see two dark shapes were hard on his heels, waving after him through the crowd.

I slowed my dancing and stared. I could make out that the shapes were men, tall and wearing black. One was just wearing black trousers and a top, the other was on a black cloak. I don't know how I could tell that the blue haired man was being followed, but deep down I know that some real shit is going down soon. I saw the way they paced him, their careful watchfulness, the graceful slickness of their movements.

Apprehension began to open inside me.

"Yes, we will wed in church," Andrew continued. "I also wanted to tell you I've decided how many children I want from you." I felt him touch my belly. "I want six children."

The girl had reached the wall, and she was opening a door that said ENTRANCE FORBIDDEN. My eyes had surprisingly become so sharp to even read something so far away. She kept beckoning the blue haired boy after her, and they slipped through the door.

Well, it wasn't anything new. They had to be a couple seeking off to dark corners of the club to you know, make out, but that made it even weirder because why were they being followed ?

I raised myself up on a tiptoe, trying to see over the crowd. The two guys had stepped at the door and seemed to be conversing silently with each other. The one with normal black clothes was dark haired while the one in black cloak had ginger coloured hair streaking out of his hood. My eyes widened. The ginger-head one was my stalker. So my instincts have been right all along.

I'm still in shock at how I'm able to see them from this distance. Yeah, I couldn't see their faces yet but my stalker reached into his cloak and drew out something long and sharp that flashed under the lights.

I gasped. A knife.

"Andrew!" I shouted, leaving his hands to squeeze his arm.

"What?" Andrew looked alarmed. "I'm just joking about the six children, babe. Don't get so worked up." He laughed. "I was just trying to get your attention. Not that six children isn't fine by me but whatever you want is best."

"Do you see those guys?" I pointed wildly, almost hitting a curvy Indian girl that was dancing nearby.

The girl shot me an evil look.

"I'm so sorry."

I turned back to Andrew. "Do you see them.. those guys? By that door?"

Andrew squinted under his glasses, then shrugged. "I don't see anything. No one's there."

"There are two of them, Andrew. They were following the guy that helped let us into the club. The one with the blue hair and piercings.."

"The one you thought was cute?"

"Yes, I mean, no, I didn't think he was cute but that's not the point. The ginger haired one pulled out a knife. "

"Are you sure? " Andrew stared harder even removing his glasses and putting them back on. He shook his head. "I still don't see anyone."

"I'm sure. How don't you see them? "

Suddenly Andrew looked serious, looking over his shoulder. "I will call one of those bouncers or security guards. Seems like my glasses needs to be changed. You stay put." He strode away, pushing through the crowd.

I turned just in time to see the ginger haired man slip through the door, his friend was right on his heels. I looked around; Andrew was still trying to shove his way across the dance floor, but he wasn't making any much progress. Even if I yelled for help, no one will hear me over the loud music plus I have a really tiny voice. And by the time Andrew got back, something terrible might already happen. Biting my lips, I started to wriggle through the crowd, knowing that I was walking into danger.