Hidden Close (Jr. Year)

Chapter 8

Part 8 Of The First Draft

Great! School's out. Tonight is our big night. I've never even thought of going to a club before, as I'm still just a sixteen year old girl. The Weekend Freak, however, doesn't serve alcohol, and welcomes all supernatural beings. Becky said she would show us around there, which indicates she's been there more than a few times. How, I do not know, but I have a suspicion that she is more than just a teenage girl. Earlier this week, Renee mentioned that Becky seems extraordinarily brave for someone so young. I wouldn't doubt if she is the same as Perry and the rest of the Eisens. She is by far too athletic to be just a normal girl.

When Perry and I met up with Renee and Becky, Renee told us,

“I really hope that you two know what you are doing. If I show up with you guys at the club, they may think the four of us are crashing their party.”

Perry told his sister,

“Then why don't you sit this one out, Renee. You've been working hard enough as is.”

Renee waved her hands, and then announced in a deep tone, asserting her indomitable will,

“Maybe I am looking for a fight. I can't let you have all the fun, dear brother.”

Perry nodded, and then Becky told us,

“Go change and meet me in front of The Weekend Freak in one hour. Make sure you put on something that says you're bad and I like to be bad. Remember, this is a nightclub, after all.”

We all split up, and I rushed up to my room when I got home. I put on a black tanktop and the shortest, matching shorts that I could possibly get away with. I did up my face with dark makeup, and topped it all off with pulling my hair back and out of my face, leaving a lock loose from the rest. After giving my face my own approval, I added a choker and a skull bracelet, and then hurried out of the house before my parents could notice me. When I finally joined up with Perry, Rebecca, and Renee, I was more than ready to see what the club had to offer.

The other three were all dressed up in dark clothing and accessories, but not to the extent that I had gone to.

“Wow, Mindi. You really do look great done up like that. That look is definitely you.”

Becky told me, and her compliment made me feel really good. When we got into the club, the place was filled with red lights and everyone there didn't even seem to notice us. Everyone was dancing and drinking, having an absolutely good time. (Everything was colored red here, including the drinks. Could it be blood that they were drinking?) Renee asked,

“Okay, where do we start?”

Becky led us through the hoards of people who looked as if they were all rejects from gothic vampire movies, and we eventually found ourselves at an empty table in the back. Out came a waitress who had on a tight black leather top and a matching mini skirt, her body covered with tattoos and piercings, with her dark hair nearly covering her eyes. She asked,

“Becky, why are you here and who are you three?”

She stood there, and waited for our answer before setting down three non-alcoholic drinks.

This is the Eisens and their Wild Girl friend, Mindi. I swear, Carlita, it's really them!”

Carlita laughed, and then asked Perry,

“Okay, if you really are the Eisen boy, then make the table shake with your mind.”

This was a challenge to Perry, one that he could not resist. He focused, and the table began to shake violently, and with Carlita's approval, she laughed, and set a piece of paper with a phone number on the table.

“Okay, you kids. We need your help...call this number on Saturday at ten o'clock at night. I can't explain in details what we are, but let's just say that Becky and I are more than just pretty faces.....”

Neither Perry or Renee seemed surprised, yet I couldn't help ponder about what we are getting ourselves into. Renee, started to laugh, and asked Carlita,

“Oh, let me guess. Becky is a juvenile Lamia, and you are some sort of vampire with ideals.”

Carlita shook her head, and became agitated. She hissed,

“Oh, I forgot. Renee the invincible Lamia seeks to pass judgement on kindred folk. Just call that number, okay? I have to get back to work.”

We all fell silent and drank the mysterious red fluid which turned out to be an Italian soda. We didn't waste time there, as all four of us danced all the way up until 8 o'clock. I could barely keep up with the other three, as every dance we swapped partners. Perry seemed to really enjoy dancing with his sister, as if it was some familiar bond. When we finally left, Rebecca cried out,

“That was fun! I'll see myself home. I'll text you,  okay, Renee?”

We all glared at Renee, and she defended herself,

“What? Can't I be her friend and babysitter at the same time?”

I followed Perry and Renee home, where they helped me get my makeup off and change into some clothes of Renee’s that weren't as slutty as what I went clubbing in. It had been a blast, and I can't wait to delve into this mystery that surrounds Becky and the club she frequents. I'm not sure if Renee was joking about Becky being a Lamia, but it sure is odd. She's been so wildly attracted to me since I met her, just as Perry had been. Am I some sort of bait for Lamia, something fantastically alluring to them? Why would I be, though? I'm not the best looking girl in the world, so what is their deal with me? Must they always chase me, no matter how far away I am? I’m glad that I am beautiful to them, but their competition over me makes me think that I must be something really unique and special. For the life of me, what I truly am to them, I'll never really know.

“Thanks, babe. I had a great time. I love you...”

I gave him a long kiss, and Perry gave me a ride home afterwards. My parents seemed happy I was home, as did the befuddled Lana, who was wearing her jeans and black sweatshirt. (It’s so nice to see her out of those darn hospital clothes.) I ran up and gave her a hug, and told her in a tone that said exactly how much I missed her,

“Don’t you ever leave me again, not for a single second.”