Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

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Bright lights above me, overpowering my eyes. Everything around me is bathed in white radiance, and I cannot see past the heads of the people who crowd around me, their faces obscured in contrasting shadow.

"Where am I?" I gasp out, feeling very disoriented.

I become aware that these figures are speaking, although all I hear is muted, garbled sounds. I turn my head a tiny amount, to try to look more closely, and a sharp pain lances through my head, right at the back of my jaw, radiating out from the mastoid bone. I wince, closing my eyes against the pain and the radiance. I move my hand up reflexively, and that is when I notice I am holding something. I open my eyes again, and look down at the little blue booklet in my hand.

"My passport" I murmur soundlessly.

A feeling of relief washes over me, and I lay my head back, concentrating on just breathing. Gradually the faces of those around me become more clear, and the garbled muted sounds become words. Soon I can see past them, and the room around us begins to take on shape.

"Hospital?" I ask groggily.

"You fainted" the figure closest to my head tells me.

A little flashlight hovers over my eye, and I feel an eyelid pulled open, before the eye is blinded with that light for a microsecond.

"Normal øyepupillutvidelsel" the person says.

I hear someone else respond to them, in a language that I recognize as Norwegian.

"Is the baby okay?" I ask, momentarily panicking.

"Ja, Ja, baby is fine" the medical professional assures me.

Relieved again, I sigh deeply, and try to relax, letting them get on with their work. I have an inkling that if the Overlord saw me faint he probably flipped out. Stahri too, most likely. I try to cooperate as much as I am able while they remove my clothing, and put a hospital gown on me. I grit my teeth for the IV insertion.

The chaos of admission doesn't last too long, the nurses and professionals work quickly and efficiently to get me where I need to be. Soon I am alone in a private room, with the lights turned down to a soothing dimness, and my vitals being monitored by little sensors glued to my skin. A nurse is just outside the door in case I need help with anything.

I am still holding my passport in my hands. They didn't force me to relinquish it, and for that I am grateful. Without this, my life changes completely, in a way that I am not prepared for. I don't know much about the High Council, but being a member doesn't seem to make me powerful in real life at all. At least, not yet. Perhaps that will come with money? Will I start to act like the Overlord then?

I giggle snort at the thought, remembering his imperious manner as he ordered the police around at the airport like they were his personal escort, rather than Border Security intent on arresting me.

That got me thinking, why was Border Security there? They don't usually investigate private planes. That was the reason the Overlord had escorted me to and from the Nordlys event in the first place, to avoid this type of occurrence. Looking back on it, it seems really weird that they drove out on the tarmac to question us as we got off the plane. Luckily, Stahri had my passport.

There wasn't time to explain to me why he had it, or how he got it, as the police approached us. He had shoved it into my hand, grabbed my suitcase, and then trotted lightly down the stairs like he didn't have a care in the world. He flashed his own passport at an official, who waved him off after a cursory glance, then continued on his way to hand the bags off to a chauffeur, stationed beside a sleek black car.

The official reacted very differently to me, however. He took my passport from my hand, stared at my name, looked at my face, and then back to the photo, his eyes moving up and down multiple times.

"Wait one moment" the official told me, before turning away to mutter into a comm at his shoulder.

I heard a garbled exchange on his radio, before the official suddenly sprang into action. He waved his arms to rally the others with him, before walking over to the chauffeur to demand my luggage. The others closed in around me, surrounding me in a loose circle. That was when the Overlord emerged from the private plane.

He held up his red passport like a shield, berating the police in rapid Norwegian. The first one to inspect his passport took an involuntary step back when he read the name. Arguing then ensued, but it was very polite, with none of the officials inclined to act aggressively towards him, not even their leader.

"What is going on?" I asked Stahri who had come over to stand next to me, his shoulders tense.

"I'm not good at this language" Stahri had muttered "but it seems like your name is on a list."

"How?" I had asked with alarm.

Stahri just rolled his eyes, like it should be obvious. "Fucking bitch" he complains under his breath.

My hands had moved to my lower abdomen, sheltering the baby protectively. I didn't think his comment was directed at me, but I had a pretty good idea who he meant. We watched the Overlord make demands of the police, holding his open hand out imperiously, and the official who stopped me clutch my bag tighter, pulling backwards a bit. It looked like he wanted to keep my luggage. He pointed to the small airport building behind them, gesturing with my passport still in his hand.

"How did you find my passport?" I try to ask Stahri beside me, only for him to walk away without answering.

"Auggie, what are they saying?" Stahri strode towards the Overlord, using his loud, brash "American" voice to ask. "Why can't we leave?"

"There seems to be a misunderstanding" the Overlord replied to him, carefully enunciating the English words. "They want to search our luggage before they let us go."

'I lost my luggage" Stahri informed them with a shrug.

I think that might have been the wrong thing to say. After that my memory gets very blurry. A few bits here and there, some fuzzy, others in slow motion. I believe weapons were drawn, demands were shouted at us, but I couldn't focus on any of that because of the noise. At first I had thought I was the only one who could hear it, but soon I saw the police and the chauffeur clutching the sides of their heads, and felt a sense of relief that others were hearing it too.

A powerful note of sound, similar to striking a tuning fork, but amplified by a thousand. I could feel the vibration of it in my bones, splitting my skull. I pressed my hands against my belly, and felt the vibrations there, like the epicenter of an earthquake. It felt like my bones were the very instrument creating the sound. I remember Stahri and the Overlord looking at me with stunned amazement, and then.... I guess I blacked out.

"Hey" I whisper, looking down at my belly in the hospital bed.

No response.

"Heyyyy" I try again, rubbing my palm against it.

A sleepy little chirp sounds in my ears, making me wince as it triggers the pain in my head.

"You sound tired" I whisper in my most caring maternal voice.

A low little hum, almost a sigh.

"Go back to sleep then" I encourage the baby.

I hadn't heard a peep out of the baby since Lars tried to strangle me, and I had half-wondered if I had imagined it all. Good to know I'm not imagining it, my life is just really crazy.