NightCall: The Series

Dance Macabre

Amy was laying on her bed, four in the afternoon, her body under the blankets. The room looked untouched. Unclean plates, clothes, dishes, and random things were sprawled on the floor as well as on the bed. A small knock could be heard from the door, Amy sitting up for a second, only to roll over and groan.

"Go away, I'm not here..."

The door creaked open slowly, Tyler sliding in and his face tightened in disgust.

"Jesus, Amy... What in the hell-"

He slowly walked over to her bed, pulling off the blanket to see her looking like a wreck, covering his nose.

"Dude... You need to shower-"

"Why, I'm not doing anything. I have no school, I can't be around much of anyone, and I can't get revenge for myself... So, why should I..."

She rolled further away from him, covering her head with a pillow.

"Because, I got us tickets into this Club, and I want you to join... So, you can have fun, and get out, and stop being depressed and trapped-"

"I'm not trapped though..."

Tyler smiled, grabbing her ankles and pulling her out of the bed, but she continued to groan, holding onto the sheets and dragging them with her.

"Tyler-"

She mumbled her words.

"Don't Tyler me... Shower time, then you can Tyler me..."

He dragged her into the bathroom, starting the water as she stood up and slowly stripped.

"Fine, but after this, I'm picking what we're doing next.

Tyler of course saluted her, then walked out backward. After a while of waiting patiently in the living room, Amy walked out clean. Her makeup on, her lips as red as ever, her hair long and curled perfectly as she slid down her iron maiden crop.

"So, club time?"

Tyler just chuckled, nodding and grabbing the car keys.

"Yes, but. Not in that you're not..."

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As they made it to the house, the doors opened. People wore masks, some had their faces painted, and Tyler slid on a dark black demon mask. Amy just looked around, then over at Tyler.

"You never told me it was a masquerade... What the fuck-"

"I told you to change, the dress looks good on you-"

He slid past her, grabbing a glass of wine and slipping off into the crowd of other masked and painted.

He wasn't wrong, the dress was pure white, almost like a wedding dress but as a ball gown, fading into a dark black red at the bottom of the dress. Her hair was nicely curled and tied back, but still flowing on the sides and over her shoulders.

A lady holds a tray for her, a few masks on the platter. Some showing bunny's, another was a butterfly, another a bat. But, one got her attention, her hand grazing the lace string and the metal-ish material as she slid it into her hands. The lady slid it from her grasp, tying the mask onto her, but lightly to let her hair continue to bounce.

Amy then walked off with a glass of champagne, her red lips staining the glass as she walked through the crowd. She was determined to find Tyler, looking around until she bumped into a tall gentleman with a black painted face of a Skull. His hair pushed back, and his suit hugging to his body perfectly as a small husky chuckle escaped him, his accent appeared not to be from here.

"Excuse my largest feet, my dear pet. I am still, learning how to-a walk about these peasants."

He took her hand, his bright green eyes shining brightly down at her as he pressed a kiss to her hand. Amy blushing heavily as she then would curtsy at the Tall Man.

"Ah, Nah man. You're. You're good..."

He let a small smirk loose, walking back through the group, but Amy watched closely, lightly stalking, and following just so she wouldn't lose him.

"W-wait... Sir! Hey!"

She would try to call out but got pulled back, the man turning to notice her as she struggled through.

She was being crowded, quickly, until an arm would wrap around her, lifting her from her face and would walk off with her. She had her face buried onto the person's shoulder. Her eyes peaking as she watched the person take her up the marble stairs, leaving all of the people behind. After a minute, she drops the glass, letting it crash onto one of the stairs as she holds onto the figure, the figure just chuckled. She stopped for a second, it was the green-eyed man, she knew the chuckle.

Her face quickly went into his shoulder and neck, taking in his scent of Aqua Di Gio and she was already mesmerized.

They made it to a room, the double doors opening, then closing with ease. He set her on a large California king with a Badhane over the bed. He then continued for the door, Amy looking up and holding the blanket.

"Wait! Wh-wait... Please..."

He stopped, his hand frozen on the doorknob as he then looked back at her.

"This is not your scene. I do not blame you, for not wanting to join. Stay, I shall be back for you, my pet. I will bring food, no need to worry-"

At that, he left her, her mouth dropped open as she just looked at the scene. It was a literal castle inside of a modern-looking house. The black curtains draping over the bed and the black silk blankets made her fall back into the faux fur pillows, slowly sinking into the bed as if she was in quicksand.

After a few minutes of walking in circles barefoot in the center of the room, she took off her mask, setting it on the side table and letting her hair down. She walked to the window, opening the double door window and stepping on the balcony. The whole balcony was nothing but plain white marble, her bare feet hitting the cold stone as she walked to the overlook. People were leaving, gentlemen and ladies in a group with demon masks waving goodbye to the guests, then walking off themselves. After a minute or two, she heard the door open and turned to face the man again.

"Took you long enough-"