Cause and Effect

Part 45

A/N: Brent's outfit above. (I think it is super badass and wear my own type of it every day that I can. Minus the heels and subsitute them for combat boots.)

~Brent~

After finishing my pizza, I disconnected myself from my seat in the couch. Once I was on my two feet, I tilted my head to one side, pushing it up with one hand, successfully releasing unknown tension. Daniel and Dimitri flinched at the 'pop'-ing sound my now relieved neck made. Elizabeth stood up with me, also stretching her limbs.

"Where are you guys going?" Zander asks through a large mouthful of pizza. He popped an anchovy in his mouth along with the enormous bite already inside. After being thoroughly disappointed do to the fact that there was no anchovy pizza, he went to our pantry and pulled out an undiscovered can of anchovies. Now, he was grossly enjoying them with no shame. I scowled slightly at the sight of his food-filled mouth, but stopped short when I noticed Ally giving me a warning glare. Regaining my composure, I spoke.

"I'm going to work a shift, and Elizabeth is coming along. She thought it would be a good idea to come with me since we should all have at least one person with us at all times. And since Bradly is at a gig..." I trailed off, gesturing to Elizabeth with my hand. Zander and the others nodded in agreement and I went to change out of my sweats and tank.

Being lazy today, I shimmied into some extra-tight leather pants with a black tank, my leather jacket, and leather heel boots. Finishing off my eye liner, I swept my side bangs up and marched out the door. Elizabeth was dressed similarly, but in a more innocent way, and currently leaning against the door with excited eyes. The coppery color was farther out today, and the blue in her eyes seemed almost black.

"Let's go, bitch." I said as she peeled herself away from the door and marched past her. I was about to walk through the door to the staircase, when she cut me off, causing me to run into the side of the door.

"Incase you have forgotten," she said, skipping down the first few stairs, then stopping, "you are MY bitch." She winked and ran down the rest of the stairs, humming badly to a song.

"Dick," I muttered.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" She yelled. Shit... I had forgotten what sensitive ears she had...

****
The music was just as loud as usual, but for some reason, tonight seemed more silent. Elizabeth seemed just as aware of it as I, and tightened her hold on her purse, where her gun sat. I didn't have mine with me, only my favorite pocket knife. While I was better at hand-on-hand combat, Elizabeth was a far better shot than I. Like, scary good, to the point where my step-dad asked if she had been trained by a SEAL.

She hadn't.

Silently creeping by the shadows into the club, we were on our toes in fear of an attack. We now have concluded that my attacker who had shot my car (bastard better run for that) is Harold's brother. We have yet to find out his name, except for the anonymous letter "T" Harold refers to him as in several letters Zander had found.

We made it through the door without problem, and I naively let a sigh of relief.

I obviously didn't have a clairvoyant eye to tell me how horrible this night would be.

****.

The night continued on with drunken perverts, slutty dancers, and crying over spilled Tequila.

I shit you not.

But, all of that was distracted when I spotted a familiar wisp of silvery hair. However, it was not Harold. Harold walked with an air of arrogance, not even bothering to cover it up. This twin, however, walked with pure disgust and anger in his strides. He looked like at any moment he could take a knife out and just stab somebody without a second thought.