The lights were electrifying as me and my crew walked in. Everyone stopped and turned to stare at us with incredulous eyes. We were used to it.
“They weren’t hard, were they?” asked Rachel.
“Quite easy.” I replied.
Already a line of men was towering over us, asking if we wanted a drink. Only one caught my eye. He was in a corner that the light could not reach. He looked at me, and caught me staring. I pretended to blush and look away, but I could still see him in my peripheral vision. He didn’t pay me much attention. Strange.
My crew walked towards what looked like an important table. I wasn’t sure. The lighting was addicting, and it somewhat blinded me. I would say one thing for a club like this, the music was well stocked. I turned towards Amanda.
“I am going to dance, anyone with me?” I asked loudly, hoping to catch a worthy man’s interest.
“I’ll come.” Amada and Carly said at the same time.
That left Rachel and Emily to the table alone.
“You guys going to be alright?” I asked suspiciously.
“Yeah.” Rachel replied, a wicked gleam in her eye.
I laughed and Followed Carly to the middle of the dance floor. They played a song and we took off, the music pulsing around our bodies like it was made just for us. In a minute tops we were surrounded by most everyone, even the people who you could not see dancing. We intoxicated them.
Carly caught my eye and we laughed, really pushing our strategy. I soon felt Rachel and Emily next to me, Amada, and Carly. Our bodies pushed up on everyone, including our crew. It was fun, watching the unsuspecting people be abused be our power.
No one really understood us the way we understood each other. The song ended, and I was thirsty.
“I’m going to get a drink. Be back.”
I danced my way off the floor, flouncing a little, since no one had really jumped on their chance. I sat down and ordered, getting a martini. Tonight was slow. I might actually have to try, and it scared me a little.
Waiting for my drink, I stared towards my friends. We were all so close, it felt like we were sisters. Well, I guess we were, in a way not a lot of others were…
The bartender gave me my drink with a wink, and I winked back, leaning forwards as to catch his interest. This was quite fun. He leaned forwards too, and we were only inches apart.
“Slow night?” I breathed.
“Not anymore.” He leaned forwards, and I pulled back. He fell onto the counter, and I got up. Typical man.
I flipped my hair as I walked away, turning ever so slightly to see his face fill with regret. I went back to the table, and sat, waiting, when he caught my eyes again. I motioned him forward, hoping he would detach himself from that desolate corner. He did.
Trying was absolutely tiring.
He sat with a grace that no mortal man should have. I was suspicious immediately. My eyebrows shot up with my legs.
“BROWNIE!” I screeched, propelling myself a good ten feet backwards.
My crew ran to me, and we formed and offensive line. I was in front, Rachel and Amanda to the right and left, Emily and Carly behind them, since they were the new additions.
We lurched forwards at an unsettling pace, every innocent mortal here was in danger, and we didn’t need any deaths because of one brownie. I jumped, hoping to catch his attention, and I did. He leapt up to meet me, and I slashed for his throat. Rachel and Amanda were right next to me, and they were clawing at every part of him. He was gone before we touched the ground, exploding into dust at out elegant feet.
We left the club after that.
We ran to my car- Black Ferrari- and never looked back.
