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Aya sat in their little corner of Avalon, laughing with the other girls as they drank and shouted over the pounding music. She nursed her first drink, feeling awkward and out of place, but appreciating the opportunity to go out with other teens and feel [i]normal[/i]. Her outfit was casual, a cute navy blue romper with little golden stars (with [i]zippered pockets[/i]) and a pair of heeled ankle-high boots. 

She brought her glass to her lips again, viewing the crowd. A blush rose to her cheeks and she looked down again when a man across the club raised his drink and winked at her. No, this definitely wasn’t her scene. 

A foreign voice entered her mind. Aya went frozen, eyes wide. It whispered and coaxed, sending a chill down her back. And then it was gone. Aya looked around to see her other classmates reacting too. She hasn’t been the only one to hear it. She kept her lips pressed together. 

Sitting in silence, she took another sip from her drink, the hot bite of alcohol doing little to warm her blood. Aya looked up again to scan the crowd for a familiar shock of red hair. As Uná’s roommate, she felt responsible for looking out for the younger girl. Nik had whisked her away to dance just a bit ago and–

There she was. But she wasn’t with Nik. A tall albino man was dancing with her. Aya’s hair went on end. Something about this man... the harsh light in his eyes, the set of his mouth... 

[i]Dangerous[/i], her instincts whispered. 

Aya put down her glass and excused herself from the group. Uná could take care of herself she knew... but Uná was also a drunk 15 year old at a club, dancing with a towering man who looked [i]hungry[/i]. Aya’s mind started spinning with excuses to pull her away as she watched them move away to a table. 

She pushed and slipped through the crowd, trying to keep her gaze on them when a laugh echoed through the club. It was a dark, heavy thing. Aya paused. The laugh came again. And then there were screams. 

Aya looked over her shoulder to see what could only be called a demon. Memories of Drake in the library flashed through her mind. Gun shots reverberated through the club and Aya threw her hands over her ringing ears. She turned again to see the table empty. A flash of white hair mixed with orange swept through the nearby door. 

[color=aquamarine]”Uná!”[/color] Aya broke into a run. Or she tried to at least, as she shoved her way through the throng of frantic people. 

Reaching the door and falling outside was like a dam bursting, people pouring out into the open air. Aya fought to stay upright, ducking against the building’s wall to avoid being trampled. She looked up again, desperate for —

[i]There[/i]. The man slipped into a car and it sped off into the distance. Fear clutches at Aya’s throat. Uná was gone, Uná was [i]kidnapped[/i] —

And then like instinct, like [i]breathing[/i], Aya snapped into the astral plane. Without a second thought, she sent her spirit running after the car. The starlit world moves quickly around her — quicker than it should have. Aya sprinted and there was no ache in her chest, no deep gasping for breath. But still the car sped ahead of her. Furrowing her brow, Aya urged herself faster. 

And then she was flying. 

Aya soared through the astral plane, keeping pace with the car. All she knew was that she couldn’t lose them, she had to see wherever it was they were taking her roommate. 

Her body stood forgotten against the wall, still and quiet as people panicked around her. Her eyes were open, pale and sparkling like galaxies.