After getting back to the table and a few more drinks later...Uná laughing got up from the booth with the girls and passed by the VIP section on her way to the dance floor. It wasn’t too awfully crowded. She was decked out to the nines. Her hair was down and artfully messy. She’d been feeling a bit rebellious and naughty especially after so many drinks that the
leather pants and black camisole that she’d bought earlier fit her mood. The only thing that ruined the outfit, or enhanced it depending on who you asked, was the fact that she had to wear a bra but it was black like the cami so it was fine. The illusion she cast of them having IDs that said they were 21 was the perfect ruse to let loose and have fun. Margarita after margarita went down she knew she should stop but all the insecurity about Nikolai would come crashing down. If she drank and danced she forgot. So that's what she was doing. Was kissing Nikki a good idea? Not going to think about it. It would work itself out.
Uná smoothly glided on to the dance floor and started to move to the music. The blaring hip hop beat making the words almost unintelligible but she was too lost in the rhythm to really care.
Lex sat impatiently in one of the booths housed in VIP. He sat alone, but the tables adjacent to him on either side were populated by 4 men in black suits, all of whom were on the payroll. Donned in
white vested formal wear that nearly matched his complexion, he leaned back in his seat, seemingly dissatisfied.
This was supposed to be a time to cut loose. A time to itch the scratches that he developed during the day. A time to indulge in anything at a whim just because he could. And, yet, here he was… bored. He reached for a half empty glass of scotch that was sitting in front on him on the table and raised the glass to his lips. Just as he did, he noticed a woman with hair of fire clad in black pass by and he froze mid sip as he eyes followed her movement. Even his lackeys took notice, all of whom were now looking toward the dance floor like a pack of lions who just spotted an antelope.
The corner of Lex’s mouth raised up a bit into a crooked smile before he finished his drink. He gave a glance to his waitress across the room and pointed at his empty glass. With a nod of acknowledgement, the waitress went to work on getting Lex served while he, himself, got up from the booth and started his pursuit. As he passed his henchmen, he stated simply, “
Eyes up. She’s mine.”
As Lex passed people, he made no efforts turn sideways or pause if there were human obstacles in his way. Either move or get moved. As he made his way through the crowd, pushing or nudging several who were unprepared for his arrival, he finally stopped just behind the the dancing beauty. He glanced left and right, trying to discern if this woman came with anyone, but no one was willing to meet his colorless eyes.
Good. I’d hate to have to mess up my suit with more bloodshed. His eyes then went to her once more. He looked at her backside with a certain hunger in his eyes before scanning her the rest of the way up.
“
Don’t tell me you’re here alone, Red,” he said in a raised voice, overpowering the music. “
That’s an injustice that I’m going to have to fix.”
Uná smoothly turned to the deep voice full of male confidence that made her smirk. And for a moment all she saw was white. She looked up, and up, and up. He was dressed in all white that just about matched his skin tone. His hair was white blonde and his eyes so light they looked colorless. He looked like an angel dressed in modern day clothes. But the look in his eyes was far from angelic. The look screamed predator and apparently she was the prey.
That look was different than the looks Uná got from Nikolai or Nathan. It thrilled her and frightened her. She revised her opinion of him looking like an angel and decided that he looked more like a favorite character of hers from a novel. Frost, from the Merry Gentry series by Laurel K Hamilton. Only thing different was his hair. Frost's hair was silver like tinsel and obscenely long.
Pity. But you can't have everything.Ignoring the barely registered alarm bells going off Uná kept dancing moving close and retreating teasingly. She couldn't help it flirting was fun and dancing was just another way to flirt. Uná nodded to her group of friends that she'd left at the booth. She could just make them out past the crowd.
“Sorry to disappoint, Frost but I came with my girls. So no need to fix anything. I could use a dance partner though.” Her voice was pitched over the music but only enough for him to hear if he was paying attention. The words came out unconsciously slow and sultry. Really she was just trying not to slur her words.
“
Hmm,” was the monosyllabic response. He could nearly lift her with one hand and put her in his pocket and yet there was something powerful about her. He looked up at the speakers as if expecting to see a physical embodiment of the music playing. The last song ended and the next up sounded like a throwback.
Ginuwine’s Pony. He could work with that.
The bass lines hit and Lex’s eyes quickly fell back down upon the red hot in front of him. His hand moved to the small of her back and pulled her closer until she was against him as his other hand hung loose. His body swayed with the the beat, but his eyes were focused, watching her movements, trying to get a read but also just enjoying the view. He found his teeth involuntary clenching as his mind trailed off to a possible result of this encounter.
Uná moving to the beat felt him pull her against him as she smirked and circled her hips. Then she leaned her torso back slowly and raised her arms over her head. The slow shimmy back up was a normal dance move and was fluid due to practice. She turned in his arms his hand on her stomach. She swayed with him for a moment turning again. Facing him she smoothly pulled his other arm to her hip and grinning wickedly with his hands on her hips she bends backwards. Her camisole rides up to flash her lower stomach slowly as she ungulates like a gypsy almost bent in double. This puts her hips against his and the movements grind against him.
Uná comes out of the back bend torturing in her slow languid movements. She grins up at Frost in triumph.
“Song half over and you seem frozen in place.”“
Certainly stiff,” he said, his eyes looking up from the situation and back to the VIP lounge. “
You should come with me,” he offered, taking a half step toward his destination already. “
What are you drinking?”
Uná’s alarm bells ring louder and are once again ignored for the most part.
“I really should switch to water.” Uná steps with him without thinking.
Lex’s hand found Una’s back and guided her along as they made their way to the VIP lounge and into his reserved booth. Waiting for him was another full glass of scotch. Lex’s underlings made strict efforts not to make eye contact or follow their movements. They learned long ago that if they interfered with Lex’s good time that there were grave consequences.
“
Water?” he asked after sitting down. His eyes were locked on hers while his hand feverishly beckoned a waitress over. “
Sure I can’t get you something else? Anything else,” he said, his expression quite serious. “
I could even have them bring you something from next door. There’s a great sushi place…” She was being cautious, responsible. Neither qualities interested Lex tonight.
Uná perked up at the sushi comment. She smiled and her eyes sparkled like sunlight over a clear creek.
“Sashimi and unagi sound amazing. I’ve always wanted to try sake…” Uná blinked at Lex’s serious expression.[color-green] “Well what surfer could resist fish? Tuna, salmon, yellowtail...It’s all so fantastic…”[/color] Uná cleared her throat and looked away playing with her hair she was blushing prettily.
Lex gave a nervous smile as he took in the information. The waitress finally approached and Lex was quick to beckon her closer, whispering in her ear the order. Her expression went from determination to concern and then back again. When he was done reciting, she looked at him for a moment and he gave a simple nod with a dismissive wave of his hand before returning his attention to his new partner. “
A surfer?” He asked as he brought his drink to his lips and took a sip. “
I hope you take no offense, but you don’t have a typical figure of a surfer,” He set his glass down. “
And that’s not a complaint.” He put his arm around the back of her, resting it on the booth, hesitant to go for the shoulders just yet. “
What do people call you, Red?”
Uná turned and looked back at him. He really did look like Frost. Suddenly she wanted to hear him say her name. But he wasn’t getting out of being teased.
“People call me lots of things. If you’re asking for my name do you really think you’ve earned it? And yeah I know I don’t look like a surfer. Trust me the girls get in the way. But there are few out there that can show me up on a board.”Lex regarded her with a raised eyebrow, his eyes glancing over her breasts at their mention before refocusing on her eyes. The waitress came back and dropped off the water before wordlessly disappearing once more. “
And how do you suppose I earn it?” he asked slowly, drawing out his words. He shifted in his seat, moving his body to directly face her. She liked playing with fire. He was curious to find out how much.
Uná raised an eyebrow at him as she reached for the water. She sipped and thought about it.She scooted closer and their knees touched. Uná setting the water down let her eyes roam over him. She reached out and started to stroke his tie. Uná had visions of pulling him into her with that tie and her eyes flared hotly. She resisted the urge to do it but barely.
Uná bit her lip and reached again for the water.
“I am no queen or princess to set an impossible task before a suitor. Besides maybe you’ll like me more if I let you pretend.” As she looked down the world seemed to tilt slowly. She looked up and around the room. She caught a flash of neon color out the corner of her eye. This wasn’t unusual in a club but the fact that it was a neon blue butterfly that was flying around was the problem. She knew what that butterfly meant. She looked away from it abruptly and firmly ignored it.
Uná got lost in his eyes again and liked the feeling and attention she was getting. Alarm bells that should have been ringing were silent as the little changes in the club went unnoticed. A flower out of place, a butterfly in a building, a shaft of moonlight that shouldn’t be there, the smell of wet earth. It really was only a matter of time before things got worse, and worse well that was yet to be defined.
A hairline grin formed on his mouth just before he said, “
I like you plenty already.” He was not a fan of wasting time as his condition was finite. He reached up and took her chin between his thumb and index finger and gently drew her in as he leaned forward to meet her. He stopped just before his lips touched hers and said, “
I could make you a queen.”
Suddenly the sound of the sushi hitting the table interrupted the moment. As the waitress was arranging the dishes, Lex shot her a look of pure loathing that froze the poor woman in place. Hesitantly, after a beat, she finished what she was doing and scurried off in a hurried panic. Once she was out of sight, Lex looked with furrowed eyebrows and a silent snarling face to one of his men and gave an upward nod. The man got up from his chair and trailed off after the waitress.
Turning back to the table, Lex rolled his shoulders and shook his head, trying to physically relieve himself of the aggravation. His demeanor became soft once more when he looked back to his new friend. With a defeated sigh, he waved his hand across the plethora of food as if presenting it as a gift. “
I would have rather tasted something else, but the food has arrived. What delectable treat would you like to indulge first?”
Uná’s eyes had gone wide at his touch and her lips parted. The moment was ruined by the waitress. Uná looked away and quickly glanced around the room and saw a few things out of place that didn’t seem to have been noticed yet. He turned back to her and she to him. He indicated the sashimi and Uná’s gaze went to his eyes then the food then his eyes. She bit her lip and thought about it. She looked around for chopsticks. She didn’t find any.
“I’d happily eat, although I don’t see why you’re feeding me. One problem, Frost. There aren’t any utensils.”Lex looked to the table. His jawline flexed at the predicament
Fucking waitress…. He made the right call just before. He would be doing the service industry a favor. “
Perhaps a grace disguised as a problem,” he said as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and began typing into it. As he ended his message, he tucked it back from where it was retrieved and, nearly simultaneously one of the remaining men in black suits picked up their phone, reviewed it, obediently got up from their seat and wordlessly started heading toward the back exit of the club. “
It’ll be just a moment. Until then…” His eyes fixed on hers and his brows lowered. He looked ravenous. With his right hand, he reached out toward her face, his fingertips lightly dragging over the surface of her cheek as the palm of his hand found its home on the back of her neck. His left hand then came out, taking her by the waist and, with both, he pulled her in to him, taking her lips into his.
Uná’s breath hitched at his look and her eyes went wide. She shivered at his touch gasping as he pulled her to him and then kissing her. Hands flew to his shoulders and tightened on them. Throwing caution to the wind Uná moved closer. Knees on either side of his thighs she kissed him back. Tentatively she ran her tongue over his bottom lip followed by his top. Her hands moved to his hair feather light. Fingers spearing into his soft white blonde hair and cupping the back of his head. A white hot heat seared through Uná and settled in her center pulsing.
Their corner dimmed to the rest of the club almost imperceptibly. The air became heavy as if an invisible fog settled in the club. Mist swirled a few scant inches around the floor. On the far side of the club a threshold gradually morphs into something that looks like it could have been pulled right out of a King Arthur myth. The other side of the doorway is a black so deep that seems to pull in light.
“Uná...” The whisper was sibilant and deep comprised of many voices in a hauntingly dissonant harmony that raised hairs and made people shy away from it. It stirred the deep primitive part of the brain that you rely on when things frightened you.
Uná didn’t notice anything. Getting up the courage she nipped Lex’s bottom lip sharply. Running her tongue over the area she followed no real direction with the kiss. Only her third kiss ever...well third person but that was a technicality. Or was it fourth? She couldn’t remember and didn’t frankly want to. Inhibitions gone she broke the kiss and leaning back she reached out for the scotch that he was drinking. She sipped it then swallowed feeling the smooth burn. A sultry smile she took another sip and kissed him sharing the scotch with him. Rushing headlong into danger she deepened the kiss. Her hands flew to his tie and she started to loosen it.
Lex’s throat rumbled as he let a low growl escape his lips. His hands gripped her waist and squeezed, pulling her in a little further as he straightened up. If she was going to have his tie, he was going to give it to her. Lex’s vision tunnelled. Anything outside of her shape was nothing anymore. There was just her. The heat. The appetite. Lex lunged in, kissing her neck before taking a nip. One of his hands fell away and went behind him, working feverishly to undo the back of his vest. His fingers were too large and his patience too thin. He conceded to simply grabbing hold of the vest and ripping it off of himself, tossing it haphazardly in a random direction before pumping his chest out, displaying the buttons on his shirt. “
Your majesty?”
Uná shivered lightly as he nipped her. She watched him toss off his vest and the shiver that went through her, this time, she was sure that he not only saw but felt. Unconsciously her hips moved against him in time to the music that filtered into her. She put her hands on either side of the booth and bit her lip her eyes unfocused and hooded.
Her eyes snapped like blue fire. Suddenly her full eye flashed black so quickly that it was almost impossible to notice as she snapped her eyes shut. Smiling wickedly and leaning into him leaving him guessing where her body started and his ended she ground into him provocatively. She leaned in and licked up the side of his neck.
Whereas he was rolling with her grind before, Lex quickly stilled himself. He thought he saw something, but it was quick. His face bucked back as he tried to meet her eyes again. “
What was that,” he asked, almost stern in his delivery. “
Your eyes. What was that a second ago?” His brows were furrowed with curiosity, but there was also a look of caution behind his eyes.
Uná froze and leaned back. Eyes narrowed she dropped her arms to the side.
“Bonne prise, mon garçon. Cela fait partie de son pouvoir. Sentez-vous honoré. Celui-ci aura besoin de plus de force, elle est plus jeune que vous ne le pensez et innocente.” The deep sigh that comes out of Uná is echoed by a hiss that reverberates around the room coming from the threshold across the room.
Uná’s eyes close and she falls forward gently onto Lex asleep. Once more the sibilant hiss echoes through the room this time louder.
“Uná…” Uná whimpers and flinches hearing the voice.
There is a laugh that can only be described as deeply evil and hauntingly beautiful. It echoes through the room and as a nightmare of Lovecraft proportions stalks into the light tips its head back and roars. Chaos ensues as people scatter from the threshold. Screaming people do more damage to each other than the creature right now. It seems to be looking for something or someone. Its eyes fall on Lex and Uná the dissonant sibilant hiss issues forth from it.
“Uuuuunnnnnnnnáááááááááá….” Uná clenches and shudders in fear and starts to cry.
Lex straightened up as he gestured for one of his men to come get the girl. He held her secure while he rose from the booth, ignoring the chaos from the other patrons. As one of his men approached, he passed her over and stared at the beast for a moment. “If she dies, all of you do,” he said to his men as he looked on. “
Shoot it.” Lex didn’t have his twins guns on him at the time. His men did not share that disadvantage. Two of them started shooting at the creature. A third came in from the back exit, dropped the chopsticks on the ground after seeing what was going on and quickly followed suit, drawing his firearm and trying to take the thing down.
Lex watched on and saw no signs that the efforts were effective. He turned back to his men, took possession of the girl again, carrying her in his arms and began walking toward the exit. He looked to each of his people one-by-one as he moved. “
You. You’re staying here. Keep that thing busy. You. Cover me as we go and make sure no one is following us. You. Get the car started and bring it around. Now.” Each took their direction and executed. Lex raised his foot into the air and brought it crashing into the exit door, destroying the door’s hinges and sending the metal thing sliding across the back alley. As he stepped outside, he looked deeper in the alley and saw a crumbled body in a pool of blood. The nametag on her shirt said ’Becky’. Lex huffed in amusement. On the other side of the alley was the parked SUV, Lex’s man just now arriving at the driver’s side door. The headlights sprung to life with the roar of the engine and the white Cadillac Escalade came rolling forth. One of the remaining men opened the car door, allowing Lex to place the girl inside. Once everyone was in, the driver hit the gas and the sound of squealing tired was the soundtrack of their escape.
“Who is she,” one of the men asked as they drove.
“
I don’t know. Didn’t get a name. But she has power. And I bet I know where she learned to use it.”
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