In Our Image: The Hollow

Chapter Twenty Two: Madison, Last Call

I haven't heard from Jude in two days, no text, nothing on messenger just silence. Mishka and I went to The Sycamore after hours but it was blacked out and closed, something is fucking wrong and it's freaking me out. Dom has been limping around and Bailey had a broken nose. I feel like they did something and I want to speak up but I've already pushed my luck enough by seeing Jude and even Trevor with Mishka.

If that bitch Bailey has hurt Jude I will kill her myself, loyalties or not.

They give me looks, they know that I know but no one says anything. Work is tense, everyone tiptoeing around the underlining truth that we are in the middle of a sect war. I'm positive at this point that Bailey, Chloe and the others would love to kill me if not for Father. It's eleven P.M and the club is in full swing, Dirty is doing his thing on stage while the dance floor is packed.

Mishka shares my worry but hides it to manage the bar, I help best I can but it's obvious my mind is elsewhere. Everything is so typical, and at the same time it isn't. There is a kind of energy in the air, we can all feel it. I think the others are waiting for the Tibalts to answer. They don't have to wait very long, Dominique's top front door security tray is thrown into the club. A powerful force has knocked the large vampire through the double doors with ease. A lone figure walks through it, the club goers begin to take notice of the commotion at the entrance.

As people begin to turn to see what is going on a figure from high in the shadows of The Hollow's ceiling falls to the stage behind Dirty. With a swift and surgical sideways slash from a blade Dirty falls off of the stage headless with his head rolling down after him.

Blood begins spraying outwards onto the dancers and chaos erupts. Everyone begins screaming and rushing towards the exits but two figures stand in the way.

Mishka grabs me by the arm, "Shit Madi, it's Lady Clair... she's not here to talk."

Madison looks towards the exit to see Clair and Trevor, Trevor pulls his shirt off over his head and turns towards Clair. She nods at him and her fangs burst through her gums, she plows her claw like nails into his chest and rakes downwards leaving deep jagged and bleeding trails across his chest.

Trevor screams out but the pain does what it was meant to do, it triggers his transformation. Some humans manage to run past the two while others scream and look on in horror as Trevor's bones break and contort, they stretch and elongate as flesh seems to melt from them. Skin and clumps of muscle make a splattering sound as they fall to the floor of The Hollow. What remains after the transformation is no man; it is a seven foot tall monster weighing as much as four people. He growls as saliva drips from a bloody and transformed snout onto the floor.

Clair nods at the beast and he proceeds to go to work. Several Hollow securities engage the wolf but even three vampires find it a task. One manages to drive a blade into the thigh of Trevor; Clair rushes forward and grabs him by the back of the neck. She jerks to the side breaking the vampire's spine but he still lives. Trevor turns around and opens his powerful jaws wide placing them around the skull of the vampire. He closes tightly and like a watermelon in the mouth of an alligator red mush spews out of Trevor's jaws as the vampires head is crushed.

The screams of the humans who were simply out to have a good time are deafening. The music Dirty was playing is still active and it sets the mood for the massacre. Father observing the chaos begins to descend from his office to engage the Tibalts.

Dom still wounded, begins to attack as well. He rushes across the club with Bailey and Chloe close by; he is knocked off track by Jude. Lacey and several other vampires of the Tibalts begin to pounce on Chloe and Bailey. Jude stops for a moment and spots Madison and Mishka behind the bar, he rushes over to them.