A/N- Sorry I haven't updated for a while. I've been going through a lot of family problems as well as writers block. I'll try to update more often. ~Athena
Chapter 6
*Evans POV*
Hayes and I went to Dalia’s apartment before we left.
“Why are we going there again?” He asked impatiently as we walked. I sighed and began to explain.
“The Midas Club is a dangerous place, not only because of the wolves, but because of the music. It-”
Hayes cut me off, “The music? What will it explode your eardrums or something?” The sarcasm in his voice was coherent.
“You didn’t let me finish. The music is faerie music, it will put any mortal into a trance and they will dance until they die, literally. The fae like to screw with mortals. There are two ways to keep yourself safe from that trance: earplugs, or a plant called Nightrose. In our case, were using Nightrose since we need to hear,” I finished and Hayes nodded.
We got to Dalia’s door and knocked. She opened the door and frowned when she saw me. “Evan, are you going out? You should be healing still.”
“It’s a mission, I can’t help it. We need Nightrose, we’re going to the Midas Club,” I responded blankly. She nodded and went back into her room. After a few minutes, she returned with a small bag.
“That’s all you need. Stay safe and don’t get killed,” she said with a small smile.
“I’ll try,” I felt my lips curl into a smirk. She waved us goodbye as Hayes and I walked down the hall. He seemed to be in a daze. I snapped my fingers in front of his face and he jumped, obviously startled.
“What the hell, Evan?” He yelled.
“Someone’s in a bad mood,” I mumbled. He stared at me, purple eyes full of fury. “Okay fine, sorry.” He shook his head and sped ahead of me. I swore under my breath and caught up to his fast pace as we walked out the door.
The Midas Club was well disguised under the dim streetlights. It appeared as a small bakery, with muffins and loaves of bread on display in the front window. The small flowery sign on the door was printed with the word ‘CLOSED’.
I pulled the small bag of Nightrose from my thigh holster and took out the petals. After dividing them in half, I gave some to Hayes. I placed the thin, papery petals in my mouth, where they melted like ice on my tongue. Even after they dissolved, the strong taste of lemon filled my mouth. I turned to Hayes, who had copied what I did with the Nightrose.
“Okay Hayes, this is a serious mission. It’s going to be dangerous inside the club and we’re supposed to act like wolves. They cannot find out about our mortality or they’ll probably bite us and turn us into one of them. Got it?” He nodded quickly.
“How do they act?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. It seemed like it was a habit of his to cock his head when he asked a question.
“I’m sure if you scratched your butt and smelt your hand then you’d fit right in.” A deep chuckle came from behind me. I turned around instantly, prepared to fight, but was relieved to see Davis.
“Little Evan Reynolds. I never thought I’d see you around here again since what happened last year,” he gave a small half smile. I shook my head, hoping he wouldn’t bring it up, especially in front of Hayes.
Last year, I used to come to this club when I was angry. I would drink off all of my stress, but one time I got a little too under the influence and to make a long story short, the bartender challenged me to take a shot of their strongest drink. I did it, but I woke up the next day nearly naked at a bus stop with a half a gallon of orange juice.
“I’ve come back for business, Davis, not for alcohol or whatever the hell else your drinks contain. The agency wants me to scope out the club due to some unlawful behavior again mortals,” I told him.
“I’ll let you in as long as you don’t kill too many of us,” He replied.
“No promises.”
He led us to the back of the bakery, where he opened the heavy wooden door that led to the club. The inside of the Midas Club was dark, with glitter floating in mid-air that reflected off of the few lights. In the middle of the club, I know, is a large crystal fountain filled with faerie wine. Faerie wine was not your average beverage; it was charmed to allow any human that drank it to be compelled. Compulsion was a favorite activity of vampires, and it’s definitely not fun. It was here because most humans were able to resist compulsion and that was no fun for any supernatural being. They preferred us to be their little lapdogs, but the law at least protected us from being killed. At least most of the time.
“What are we even doing, Evan?” Hayes asked, catching up with my anxiously quick pace.
“Dancing and drinking the night away,” I mumbled, using air-quotes.
“Ha-ha, very funny,” He said, giving me an angry look. When I looked at him up close, I noticed his eyes were a dark violet shade with light blue specks. I thought they were just purple, yet, there were icy lines decorating his irises.
“Well, we just have to make sure no one dies,” I told him. Then, I stepped into the loud atmosphere of the club and began walking, losing sight of Hayes.
