The Crying Game

Chapter Seven

Euphoria was packed to the brim for a so-called vampire club. As Janice walked toward the entrance of the club—complete with the huge gothic double doors she'd seen on Google, a dapper looking man dressed to the nines and a woman who looked like she belonged on the pages of a magazine—she couldn't help but wonder if the world had gone truly insane.

Janice stood in line, taking in, not only the crowd of insanely eager men and women who waited for the woman to either let them in or dismiss them completely but the workers, as well.

The man was dark-skinned, the careful waves in his hair visible even from the distance where Janice was standing. He was tall, broad-shouldered and the all-black three-piece suit he wore was obviously incredibly expensive. His eyes were a startling shade of blue and the way they popped against his dark skin was a thing of incredible beauty. The man himself was equipped with the face of an angel. His large form made it clear he was the bouncer and Janice got the feeling that even if all of the people here tried to trample the man and get into the club, not even one of them would make it in successfully. Something about the way this man carried himself made Janice think he could dish out powerful blows in a fight.

The woman was supermodel material. She was tall with toffee-colored skin and Arabian features. Her eyebrows were thick but well groomed, her wide eyes were an icy shade of blue like the man beside her and framed by thick eyelashes. Her cheekbones were high and a light, natural flush sat there. Her lips were pulled down in a scowl and her eyes were narrowed as she chose to either let people in or she turned them away. She was dressed in a different outfit than the man. She wasn't dressed in something that looked like she was ready to attend the Met Gala like the guy standing guard beside her, and instead, she wore a patent leather catsuit that clung to every inch of her enviable body. The look was topped off with thigh-high leather high-heeled boots. Her long raven colored hair—the same color as the catsuit she was wearing—hung down her back as she gazed at the man standing in front of her coldly.

All in all, she looked like a Dom.

Janice couldn't help but feel a little on edge as the woman allowed the man standing in front of her inside and the dapper gentleman beside her lifted up the dark red velvet rope and gestured for the man to go ahead. The website hadn't specified that they only let a select few in. She wondered what criteria one had to fit into to get inside of Euphoria. All this woman was doing was looking into the eyes of these people and somehow choosing who was worthy based on that alone.

Feeling a little out of her element, Janice smoothed out her dress. It was form fitting and a deep red that made her brown skin stand out. Her hair was pulled away from her neck in a neat updo. If the killer was here, then there was a possibility he really believed he was a vampire. And if he really believed he was a vampire, Janice hoped he would see her neck and think about taking a bite. She'd kick his ass and deliver him into the arms of justice before he could blink.

Before long, it was Janice's turn to stand in front of the beautiful duo. From here, she could see inside the club from where one of the large, gothic doors were open. From what she could see, it was dimly lit—probably lit by candles—and she could hear the sexy, seductive beat of Muse's Time is Running Out thumping through the stereos. It was a song she hadn't heard in a while but a song that she liked.

Up close, the duo was even more attractive than they had been from a distance. Both of them were poreless, their skin incredibly perfect with not even a hint of imperfection. It was exactly like they had been airbrushed for a magazine cover.

"ID?" The woman asked, holding out a graceful hand. Her voice was like a throaty purr.

Janice reached into her bag and pulled out her ID, handing it over to the woman. She checked Janice's ID quickly, something like surprise flickering in those icy eyes. She looked over at Janice, scrutinizing.