Gateway To Hell (wlw)

Chapter 2 - Party

I stand outside the huge building looking at it indecisively. The building has multiple signs light in neon colors of the club's name and shapes of people dancing on the walls. The entire building is actually glowing strangely, it is almost dazzling and makes me more confused. I can hear the loud music playing from the inside, the bass is so high that the ground vibrates, it feels as if it's a mild earthquake. Music has always been a part of my life. Music is a way for me to disappear from reality and feel the melody. The building is beautiful and it makes me wonder how it looks like on the inside. It must look nice because it's a famous club in the city and has thousands of visitors every week. The money they earn is crazy. The news I've seen is mostly about fights in the club that turned way too violent or even resulted in death. But both me and my sister have always been into the thrill.

The necklace is heavy around my neck and the purple gemstone is shining in the dark. It feels like wearing money and expensive stuff. It's cold against my skin and my body warmth doesn't warm it up which makes it more strange. What are these necklaces actually and why would Eileene want me to wear this necklace, for protection? Against what, if that's the case?

I feel like this is a bad idea but at the same time, I feel like something good will happen tonight. The overpopulated area is crowded to the max. People stand tight together trying to get inside the building in the line. And it's nothing unusual on a Friday night. Always when I'm out on Fridays I always encounter drunk people roaming the streets during the weekend. It's nothing rare.

Guards try to push back people without their name on the list of welcomed guests, yelling occurs around me, punching and irritated people is louder than ever. Folk smokes in the area and as I breathe the smoke in I gag and I try to hold my breath as long as I can until I have to breathe again. It is tight and I can't get past the people in my way, my sister meanders through the crowd as she has done it multiple times before, which she has. I feel like a clumsy annoying brat as I accidentally step on their feet and cuss at them for being in the way. My sister grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd until we end up in front of a guard and he looks down at us with his sunglasses that make his face look more symmetrical. I can't really hear my sister's conversation with him but I can see his faint smile and he lets us in. We squeeze past and the music blasts into my ears as we slide through the opening and a flashlight hits my eyes and makes me blind for a second. Bodies are pressed against me and I can't breathe. I smell hundreds of different perfumes, alcohol, and a strange smell which I assume is weed.

I open my shut eyes with ease and look up at the party that I've now joined. I feel like one small person in a humongous crowd of people. The building is bigger inside than I thought from the outside. All the party people wear neon colors and have their bodies are painted with paint that shines in the dark. The spotlights are either in different shades of blue or purple and the other type of spotlights throws dots on the ground in all the rainbow colors. There is a stage where the music comes from and sensually dressed men and women are dancing on the stage. It's like standing in the middle of a strip club and I kind of like it. The music is good and loud, the people are either drunk or high and all of them are happy. Not so far from is roulette playing and other money-based games. That must be a huge way for the club to earn their money since drunk people tend to do dumb decisions regarding money when they're on something or stupid decisions in general.

My sister grabs me by the hand and pulls me into the crowd of happy dancing people. She swings with her hair and moves her hips, joining the crowd.

"Just do as I do!" She yells so that she can be heard. I start to do the same as her, uncertain of what I am doing. I've never been much for dancing and it's definitely nothing I would like to do, "you are an athlete I know you can do better, come on!"

We move deeper into the crowd and meet up with others I assume they're my sister's friends. A guy kisses her on the lips and a couple of others hug her and laugh.

"So that's your sister, right?" A girl asks her and I raise my eyebrow.

Before my sister has time to answer I pull off a smile, "Bellatrix," I say and shake her hand gently, "and you are?"

"My name is Jessie, nice to meet you!" She smiles showing her white teeth.

"Ayo!! Have some fun guys!" My sister walks off with the guy and they start to dance sensually together, and I sigh. He looks like a player and I absolutely don't want to see her cry over a boy.

Jessie steps closer to me, "don't mind them, they are a couple"

"She is my little sister, therefor my duty is to protect her from fake men," I say harsh and toss a disgusting look at him, "I swear to god if he hurts her"

"You seem protective" She leans closer and smiles. She really has an incredible smile and it suits her. Her skin is dark and her hair is braided with blue, she has green monolid eyes with heavy eyeliner and full black lips. She has a pair of beauty marks, one over her lip, on her chin and over her eyebrow, "Dean is my big brother, I know that he will hurt her if she lets him hit"

"Why do you tell me that? I'm not his girlfriend, in fact, I'm not interested in men"

"Your sister won't get hurt, she is the one going to hurt him," Jessie says reassuring and laughs. I look at her confused, I hope that what she says is true. I'd rather want her to break hearts than her heart being broken.

"Are you a part of the Moon Sisters?" I say and look her in the eyes.

"Indeed" she bites her lip, "Praising Satan isn't evil, it is the human's desire and selfishness that is the problem. I just try to be the best me. And no we do not sacrifice children, only if it is necessary" Her laugh is soft and sarcastic.

I laugh at her joke and roll my eyes, "I get that"

"Eileene gave you that necklace, right?" She touches the stone that dangles between my collarbones, her hands are warm and smooth against my skin. I shiver as the tingling feeling arrives from her soft touch. "Would you like a drink?" She says excited and grabs me by the hand, but my hesitance makes her throw a look at me, "don't worry no one will drug your drink unless you put it down and walk away from it"