Truly Charmed (Part 3/3)

Chapter 16

It had been about an hour and half since we had arrived at P3 and there was no sign of the Succubus. Chris was sitting at the bar for the majority of the night with Henry. Wyatt stayed in the booth with me. Pandora was going from man to man like in a pinball machine.

"He hates me," I said looking at the back of Chris' head.

"He doesn't hate you. It's impossible for him to hate you. He hates me. He's just upset." Wyatt comforted.

Wyatt scooted over a little so he could be heard over the music. We were underneath an air conditioning fan so his white V neck fluttered from the breeze. His arms were spread out across the back of the booth. His arms were so long that his hand was by the side of my face.

"You look nice tonight," he complimented.

"I feel like an idiot," I began, "but I must say white is you're colour."

I gently punched him in the torso. We both laughed over the music. I looked at Chris again and he was rubbing his forehead.

"I'm gonna go talk to him," I told Wyatt.

Wyatt nodded but he seemed like he didn't want me to. I got up and walked over to the bar.

I came to the side of Chris and Henry was on the other side of him. Chris' head was facing the surface of the bar. I playfully punched him on his arm.

"Hey," I called to him.

He didn't look up. I huffed.

"Chris seriously. I'm sorry. I fell asleep on Wyatt what's the big the deal?" I asked.

He looked up then.

"I didn't like it," he said.

"I don't like wearing this dress but you don't see me ignoring Pandora for making me wear it," I answered back.

"Just forget it. You don't understand," he turned back to the bar.

"Look if we're going to be arguing about this, let me know when you've let it go," I told him.

I went to walk away then. I stopped myself. I then went back and leaned in so I could speak into his ear.

"You might want to slow down on the drinks. The Succubus could be here already," I warned him.

I then walked away to go find the bathroom.

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When I came back out of the bathroom something seemed different. There were more people in the club and a different band was playing. The thing that was different was that everything was dull and grey.

Just it like had been in magic school...

There must be a reason why I was seeing this. I must be in someone's head. But the question was who's. there was now about 100+ people in this club so it was 100+ minds to choose from. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

I walked around the club, trying to the find the source of this situation. There were lots of people dancing and making out with each other. Some very high standard, classy women were grinding on these young boys who looked half of their age.

I came to the outskirts of the club, where everyone else seemed to be in the middle dancing. However the outskirts were just people making out and groping each other. Even though I didn't want to look at them, I searched each face to try and find the source.

I had almost given up looking when I saw someone in the corner of my eye.

No it wasn't. It couldn't be.....

I marched towards the two people I saw. The closer I got the more my fears came true. My heart was racing and I could feel my blood boiling. I had to be careful otherwise I wouldn't set off a bolt. I didn't know if my powers worked in this..dimension but I suppose it's better safe than sorry.

I was upfront and close with the two people now and I knew exactly who they were. It was a boy and girl. Roughly my age. The girl was plastered against the wall, her legs open and the boy holding her up between them.

She had this disgusting and tacky red dress on that had a plunging neck line which showed all of her chest. Her scraggy blonde hair was a tangled mess as the boy ruffled his fingers through it.

He was practically eating her neck, biting and kissing every inch of her skin. It was repulsive to look at. Her hands were up his shirt and she was moaning uncontrollably.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. I didn't have to look at who it was. Because I knew. However when he changed to the other side of her neck it was clear who it was.

It was Chris. His hair was slightly longer than it was now and it was all tangled and messed up.

I couldn't believe he was doing this in public. It was so tacky and wrong. I couldn't bare the sight of him seducing and gnawing at that girl. But I couldn't bring myself to look alway. He had this aggression, this vigorousness, this heat about him which I had never seen - or experienced- with him before.

They were all over each other like a rash. The only that eased my pain was knowing that this was a memory...