Eternal

I sat there rather patiently, waiting for him to return, just watching the bodies move to the beat. I did understand why my previous attire would have been frowned upon, I mean the girls were practically naked and the guys weren’t much better off either. I was starting to wonder where Lawson had gotten too when some guy approached me with two girls hanging off of his arms. They were practically naked with just a silk ribbon covering their breasts, and what was probably a pair of bikini bottoms covering the rest of their modesty. The word cheap whores definitely sprang to mind, but the man was something else.

He had broad shoulders connected to a very well defined torso, he had dirty blonde hair with streaks of red running through it and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He reminded me of what I would assume a Viking may have looked like, but without the bulkiness that usually went with the image. He was easily six foot two and would tower over my five foot six frame.

He didn’t seem like he was the type to ever not have a girl fawning all over him, but taking in his present company he obviously didn’t have a great sense of worth either.

“Do you like what you see my dear?” He asked as he took a step closer towards me. The girls on his arm started to whine at the lack of attention he was showing them, but he chose to ignore it.

“I’ve got to admit, I’ve seen bett

er, besides guys like you are way to high maintenance for a girl like me.”

The girls looked on at me in horror, obviously feeling insulted for their man candy, when he let out a raucous laugh. He shook the girls loose and shot them a withering stare when they began their protests.

“I wouldn’t lose the chicks if I were you, you were definitely on to a sure thing there, something that I can guarantee will not happen with me.”

“Who are you? I know for a fact that you have never come in here before and by the way that you talk to me indicates that you either have no fear or absolutely no clue as to who I am.”

“I’m no one of consequence, I’m only here to pass the time,” I replied as he inched closer and closer to me.

He seemed to breathe me in, and then he literally did. It was as though he was nothing more than a hound, which just caught hold of an unfamiliar but pleasant scent.

“It will do you no good to try to deceive me dear, I can smell the power on you.”

His face was inches from mine, and I didn’t even notice his hand edging closer to me before he was holding mine in his. I was hit with an overwhelming urge to wrap my body around his and go wherever he deemed fit to lead me.

His mouth was on mine in an instant and I realised that I was feeling lust and it was all so wrong, I don’t feel anything, so why was I suddenly feeling this with a guy that I had just met.

I managed to break our contact, even though my body was screaming at me to let it continue. But the moment it was broken, all those senses went away and I was back to my standard numb self.

“I could drink you in for weeks, seriously girl, who the hell are you?”

His tone held an edge to it and he seemed frantic, I tried to step away from him but came up short when my back hit the bar.

“I think you should go and find those girls now before Lawson comes back.”

I inwardly cringed at the fact that I had used his name as a protective shield, but it seemed to work as recognition shone on the stranger’s face and he finally stepped out of my personal space.

“You are here with Lawson, that seems rather far-fetched, maybe you are trying to deceive me again. Seeing as Lawson is very much wrapped up with Lilith.”

His fingers curled around the back on my neck and I suddenly felt the need to tell this guy everything there was to know about me.

My traitorous lips parted to tell my secrets when he suddenly pulled away from me and spun around into Lawson’s waiting fist.

His head snapped back but he quickly shook it off, before he returned his gaze to mine with a crooked grin on his face, even while blood was pouring from it.

“She warned you Malachi, you know you should never touch what is mine.”

“Look I’m sorry, but the last I heard you was messing around with Lilith, how was I supposed to know that she was being honest?”

“I don’t care for your excuses Malachi; you just better hope I never catch you sniffing around her again.” With that final statement he slammed his fist into Malachi’s sternum and sent him flailing into the crowd.

“Luna I’m sorry, Kat was right I never should have brought you here.”

It took a second for me to realise that he was speaking to me as I had completely forgotten that I had chosen Luna as my alias for while we were here.

“It’s fine, there’s no harm done,” I stated, trying to sound reassuring, despite my utter confusion over suddenly being able to feel anything, when Malachi touched me.

We spent the half an hour in companionable silence, as he bought me drink after drink. The only problem was that it was rather quite dull just sitting there, I tried to eavesdrop on the conversations that were going on around me, but it was ridiculous the things that they were saying. There were mentions of Gods, sorceresses and I even think someone said something about a nymph. Maybe the reason this club was so exclusive was because it housed the weirdos.