Sandabury Academy

Time to Party Pt 2

As Terry continues to lead Jaheara and I through the never ending crowd of vampires, I let my eyes wander. The inside of what would have been a Victorian style building with ceilings so high up you'd need at least two ladders tied together to reach the top and chandeliers covered in thousands of tiny crystals was now transformed into a legit vampire den. There is next to no light except from the torches set in sconces lining the walls emitting an eerie aura due to the purple enchanted flames.

Fake cobwebbing covers every surface imaginable. I look up just for shits and giggles to find swings attached to the ceiling and vampires swinging on them in pairs, gorging on each other's blood. I can't help but chuckle to myself as I watch the intimate couples. Jaheara, who just so happens to be looking at me, catches my eye and gives me a questioning look. I point up and shake my head as if to say "you don't wanna know". She pouts because her eyes aren't as good as a vampire's but it is short lived since Terry abruptly stops us at a counter in front of the bar. Looking down I see that there are already three drinks made up.

"One Hot Red for the mistress of the night and one Cherry Coke for the lady of fire," Terry says as he hands Jaheara and I our designated beverages. Terry knows Hot Reds, blood mixed with spicy cinnamon served at room temp, are my absolute favorite.

"Aw, you even got something for the only non-vampire here, you're so sweet," Jaheara says after having downed her Coke in one gulp.

"Of course I had to pull some strings to get that nasty shit in here, but such are the perks of being the Red House President's besty!" Terry announces with a wink and his signature grin.

"You could have gotten alcohol! How am I supposed to get drunk at a party if all I have to drink is Cherry Coke? Not that I'm ungrateful or anything," Jaheara shouts over the thundering of the bass.

Terry simply shrugs his shoulders and replies, "Guess I should have told you to BYOB." I watch Terry throughout his conversation with Jaheara to see if I can detect any sort of awkwardness he might be feeling towards me. As Terry begins to walk away, I come up with nothing, which is what I was hoping for. He turns around and speaks softly enough so that Jaheara can't hear.

"Enjoy the party, ladies, but try to control yourselves," Terry quietly utters with his arms raised. Turning around again, he vanishes into the massive swarm of cold bodies.

"What did he say?" Jaheara asks me.

"He said that he doesn't think we can control ourselves," I reply smugly, knowing full well this will rile her up. And it does because she slams down her empty glass, turns to me and says, "I'll show him control!" Next thing I know she practically jumps into the crowd and I lose her instantly. Well that's just great, the Prez is gonna kill me if anything happens to her.

I down my drink and turn around to start looking for her when all of a sudden my vision becomes distorted and the dancing people in front of me are a blur. Thinking someone spiked my drink, I get ready to lay into the barkeep when my hearing goes as well.

It's as if I put in earplugs that really muffle outside sounds. I look around to see if anyone else is wigging out like me when a voice so clear I know it must be inside my head says, "Be calm, child. I merely made it so that you could clearly hear me." What the fuck?!

"Now there's no need for such language, child," the voice says, having read or heard my thoughts.

"What do you want from me?" I think to myself.

"Come and see for yourself."

Growing tired of these antics, I search around once again to see if I can spot, who I believe to be a telepath, fucking with my head. Oddly enough, I spot a gap in the crowd that gives me a clear line view of a hooded figure sitting at a table right next to an enchanted torch. Bingo.