Huntress Awaken: The Night Series |{|Book 1|}|

Chapter 2

Zaideen's POV:
Walking into the club, our wristbands wrapped and paying the $15 admission fee; instantly, I wanted to turn away. Despite Pearla paying for the night; I wanted nothing more than to go home and study. Before I could turn away; my redhead roommate pulled me down a set of stairs. Only about fifteen or sixteen, but it was like an eternity.

Loud music was blaring, lights were flashing, people were dancing, drinks were being served, food was the last thing on everyone's mine but there was still chance that there were druggies eating greasy and fattening food. The first thing I notice: a drunken blonde with her shirt off and dancing on a table like a drunk idiot. I hated that. She gives blondes like me a bad name. People like that make blondes look like a bunch of dumb, slutty, drunk party girls who if you pump us with enough liquor you can plow them. Pardon my crudeness my own thoughts but sluts like that should either head back to school or become a fucking prostitute. Although; by the looks of that girl; she already is.

I lost count of how many times a pervert flirted with me with bad pick up lines, alcohol, and inappropriate touching. I thank the lord that I took self-defense and karate classes when I was a kid. And a reviewal class every year. Ancient times; women weren't allowed to fight; modern day; we are MMA fighters and WWE wrestlers. Take that ancient times!

"I warn you; if one dick tries to flirt with me because I'm blonde; I'm outta here." Pearla punched my shoulder and led me to the bar. She ordered a 'Mermaid Water Cocktail', and I ordered something close to my heart; a White Russian. My father's favorite drink. I rubbed my locket and thought of my father. It would be about five years since he left this world.

The music continued to blare, the lights were flashing random colors, and the machines hidden in the ceiling and on the floor started showering the floor with fog and bubbles. It felt like a Sims party. It was a regular party house. Looking up, I noticed a pair of good-looking guys starting to descend down the stairs; one a brunette, one with raven hair. The guy with raven hair locked eyes with me for a split second and our drinks came out. Raven haired guy was cute; my type. Then again; I was always into the almost gothic or emo style guys. My type is almost a bit of a cliche.

Dark hair, light eyes, tall, strong, and I don't might some light facial hair. That's just physical, and I am not shallow. I'll date almost anyone. The important part to me is the inside; the heart and personality. I want to date a guy that is nice, caring, smart with a good heart. I'm not looking for Mr. Perfect. Just someone who can sweep me off my feet with kindness and charm. Someone with charisma and maybe slightly rebellious. Almost like Adam Lambert but actually attainable.

I was nervous; technically; I'm still underage; by about three hours. As I sipped; the creamy, coffee flavored drink brought me back to my dad. I gently touched my diamond necklace; I wondered what he would do if he saw me here; partying; he would probably be happy that I was having fun for the first time in months. My roommate; as well as childhood friend; dragged me out for a party every other month or so. I'm not the type of party girl who goes out; I prefer to study all night over getting a headache from music and lights.

The sweet taste of coffee liquor tantalized my taste buds, it felt a bit of nostalgia with a mix of family. As I finished my first drink, a familiar song started to play. I chuckle; it's my favorite song; Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen by the Andrew Sisters. I play this song every chance I get. I playfully glare at my friend and she laughed loud enough to be heard across the room. Damn her big laugh and smiles. I put my empty glass down and together; we started dancing the Charleston for the 1930's song.

As I was spun around by Pearla, a hand gently touched my shoulder. It was a large, warm hand that both startled me and comfort me. I heard the name 'Drusilla' in the background, and I slowly turned around. It was the guy I had locked eyes with not three minutes ago, and he was giving almost a desperate smile.