7

Amara's Pov

"No one wears a rose in their hair to a club!" My best friend stepped away from me with her face morphed into a frown and her hands crossed over her chest.

"What can I say? I am a trendsetter." I stood from the dresser's seat and placed myself before the mirror to admire my outfit.

            My hair was worn down as per Rose's preference and I still had my signature red rose stuck in my locs. My face wasn't made up just like that of my best friend as trying to spread the foundation on a face with acne didn't go well all the time. So we settled for smoky-lined eyes, mascara and matching red lipstick.

On my neck were my usual neck pieces which were a locket that had my parents, eros, and I's picture in it, the customized necklace from Liam, and the half heart necklaces that Rose and I shared.

I had on a red dress. It was a body con dress that gave a little bit of cleavage and stopped mid-thigh where my black net stockings began. The dress clunge to every bit of me and I stared at how my hip dips were accentuated for a long time before finally pulling my eyes from the mirror cause no matter what I still looked great.

"We had better be going," Rose said grabbing our purses. She handed me my mine before giving herself another look in the mirror with a lazy smile playing on her lips.

We left the suite after taking some cool pictures and I selected the best to send to Terren. We hadn't been texting a lot as he claimed that he was busy but I kind of understood and learned not to complain.

I repeatedly checked my phone for a reply from him throughout the ride from the hotel to the club while intermittently looking out the car windows to gaze at how the town looked enchanting at night. My messages showed seen, he had read them and was too busy not to reply or choose not to reply.

I shoved the phone into my purse as the car came to a halt. I wish I could also shove aside the feeling of bitterness and anger growing in me towards Terren. I hated being ignored as it always led me to wonder what I had done wrong this time or why he was mad at me and any time I brought up the issue, it will blow up into a huge argument which ended up in me feeling and being guilty as always.

                  I came down from the car with the determination not to let Terren ruin my night. The cacophony of music and drunk voices came from the club and I could already tell that I would end up with a migraine but it was sure going to be worth it.

We passed by the bouncer and I guess we weren't asked for IDs cause Liam happened to know him from way back.

Once we got into the club, Rose and I went straight to the bar while the men mingled with the crowd but not too far away to keep an eye on us.

"What can I get you lovely ladies?" The bartender asked while shaking a flask and throwing flirty smiles and winks at us.

Rose returned his smile and leaned over the counter, "Vodka." She said catching me by surprise.

"Coming right up." The dark-haired man replied as he turned his back to us.

"Vodka?!" I dragged Her towards me whispering harshly into her ear, "Liam said not to drink."

"Well, he can't see us." She rolled her eyes, "Live a little! We might never get this chance again."

"Here you go." The man was back interrupting our conversation. He placed a bottle of clear liquid before us and four mini glasses, "Neat?" He asked.

"Yes." Rose and I said with uneasy smiles as neither of us knew what he meant and we watched as he nodded and filled the glasses before placing the bottle before us. He mouthed an 'enjoy!' and went back to attending to other customers.

               I watched as Rose took a shot with so much expertise, her head was tilted backward and her face scrunched up from the taste of the drink, "You look like you have done this before."

"I watched a lot of movies to know how this goes." She said dropping the glass, "Your turn." She motioned toward me.

I frowned and picked up one of the tiny glasses and with my eyes closed, I raised the glass and downed the liquid immediately. The foreign feeling hit my taste buds and my facial expressions twisted as I swallowed.

And so we went on taking shots after shots while moving lightly to the music. If we were humans we'd be drunk as hell by now. The effects of the alcohol were slowly setting in but not enough to numb our senses or make us tipsy. It only made me light-headed and I was sure Rose felt the same way as I did.

"Let's dance." She grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me onto the crowded dance floor and they we began to sway to the music mingling with sweaty bodies and alcohol-laced breaths, from the corner of my eye I could see the boys trying to socialize and at the same time training their eyes on us.

"I need to pee," I whispered to Rose and she nodded. I pulled away from her and made my way to where I perceived the restroom was.

I easily located it and went in. I didn't have to worry about hygiene as it was a VIP club and everywhere was always kept clean. I put my purse on the sink and was about to use the loo when my phone buzzed.

My bladder can wait, I picked my purse up and unzipped it. I brought my phone out to see messages from Terren. The dark feeling I had  suddenly vanished knowing that he had answered. I quickly opened them to read and as my eyes met the texts my face fell.

Terren: You kept buzzing my phone with dang pictures??

Terren: Where do you think you are going dressed as a hooker?

Terren: You look like a whore!

Terren: If I was there I would have smacked some sense into you.

Terren: Look Amara, you know I love you. You just make me mad at times. I can't believe you went out dressed like that?! As your fi…

I didn't bother reading the rest of his last message. I was fuming and my chest tightened in anger. I kicked at the tiled wall, the urge to pee suddenly withering.

I shoved my phone into my purse and stormed out of the bathroom.

I needed air and I needed to get away from here!

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               Getting lost in multiple identical-looking alleys was never my intention. Going out of the club to cool down and going back in to finish the remaining bottle of vodka and enjoy myself was.

But here I was with broken heels in my hands, a destructive migraine, and angry tears running down my face in a bid to find my way back to the club.

Your lack of sense of direction has finally landed us in trouble! Cora repeated for the umpteenth time that night and I sighed.  She was right this time, all the time.

She had warned me not to walk too far knowing that I would get lost but I ignored her advice and proved her right, also I lost my purse in the process. I couldn't exactly tell where losing the purse happened but the broken heels resulted from leaping over a pile of garbage cans that blocked my way.

What do we do now Cora? I whined.

please, don't ask me stupid questions! She cut me off and shut me out from communicating with her leaving me to solve the issue alone.

                        I heaved a sigh and began to walk through the alley while secretly hoping that it would lead me to the club. I couldn't mindlink Rose as we had used magic to mask our scent before coming out tonight. It was to throw off hunters and right there another dread set in me knowing that hunters might find me here and it wouldn't be good.

Low noises distracted me from my thoughts and out of sheer curiosity my feet took me in the direction of the noises.

As I walked closer, they sounded like the moans of a lady and grunting of a man. I sniffed the air catching the weird smell of blood and the other scent that I only got when my stalker was near.

I kept going till I took a bend and reached the place where the noises were coming from.

Right there in the alleyway, a man and a woman were getting at it and I felt guilty for invading their private time, but on the other side, this was no place for sex!

                     She was pinned to the wall, his huge frame, too huge frame caging her with her hiked-up skirt revealing trembling bare legs that were on either side of his legs.

A long beautiful mass of dark hair flowed from his bent head which was attached to her neck. His tattooed hands gripped her hips as he slammed into her, his head still on her neck, her moans and his grunts filling my ears, and the smell of blood as well as that scent, that scent.

A vampire? My eyes lit up watching them. I was too mortified to react. He was feeding off her while railing her against the wall.

That head lifted partly showing closed eyes, probably recognizing that someone else was present. I could see blood spilling from her neck in drops, her moans increasing as he went on. His thrusts got fiercer and then his eyes opened.

I gulped and placed a hand on the wall to steady myself.

His eyes were so grey, almost like silver pools, and they met my gaze, boring into my soul relentlessly and I felt warm inside trying to brace myself against the wall, his silver orbs held my gaze unashamedly as he railed that woman against the wall.

Fuck!