She Came From the Shadows (James and Tera: book 2)

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I'm wondering how the hell I ended up learning to dance to Mozart's Eine Klein. Victoria had one hand of mine and a hand on my shoulder while my other hand was on her waist. This was humiliating rather than scary, because we were being observed by multiple others who were mostly nonhuman.

Finally the song had ended, and Victoria gave a bow to me in a classic way, holding her dress. I put a hand on my chest and bowed to her as well, hearing everyone clap and laugh. I felt my cheeks heated up. I never really liked dancing, let alone to classic music.

I let out an exhausted sigh and walked over to the sitting area where Tera and Leo sat. Tera was smirking at me as if she enjoyed the show Victoria and I put on. I sat on the chair beside the couch they sat on, next to her side.

"Why didn't you dance with me like that?" She teased.

"Because one, I DON'T dance like that, and two, since when have we ever been in a room together with Mozart playing in the background?" I asked.

"I never picked you for being a classy guy, James. It makes me like you even more." James blurted out.

Tera looked at him with what looked sardonic. "Now you see why I'm so crazy about him?" She said in a tone that sounded normal but at the same time was taut. "It's almost like I'm possessive over him."

Leo smiled. "I bet so." He looked at me. "Anything?"

I shook my head. "Nope." I looked over and saw a door with a sign that was for the bathrooms. "I'll be back. I've got to use the restroom."

I got up and made my way through the crowd of people. Some stared and one guy whistled at me. One woman licked her lips at me, and I noticed pointy tips in her mouth and noticed they were fangs. I smiled nervously at them all before getting through the door.

There were two more doors inside, one with a male sign and another with a female sign. I walked into the bathroom for men and noticed how clean it was in here. The concrete floors weren't so dirty, the three stall doors were clean and so were the sinks. Even the urinals had fresh cakes.

I walked over to a sink and ran some cool water and splashed a little over my face. I looked into the mirror and really stared into my own eyes, and I saw something... unusual. What was it that I was thinking about? Was it... her? Was she on my mind this much?

I shook my head and walked over to the urinal. I noticed then that on one of them was a wallet. I finished and washed my hands before picking it up (Yes I am hygienic). I opened it to find a license. David Muller, born in 1985. Brown hair, green eyes. 6'1, 190 pounds.

I guess I've got a David Muller to find in this party. He must have left his wallet here when he came to the restroom and must have forgot it. I wonder how though. Maybe he got a phone call after pulling it out and left it, or maybe he was talking to someone else in the bathroom? Who knows. Either way, I was going to find him and give it to him.

As I picked up the brown leather wallet, I got curious. I'm no thief, God knows I'm not, but his wallet felt... empty. He had a few cards in there. Credit cards, gift cards, and... another I.D?

The I.D was for the WSNF, or World Supernatural Foundation. I had never heard of that. I pulled out my phone and searched it up. What came up was that it was an organization, a sort of brand of articles related to things of the supernatural. There were stories of ghosts, fairies, werewolves, vampires, and other things related.

This guy was one of those guys that wrote articles that everyone never really believed. This guy worked for them, and he seemed to be one of their story writers. There was nothing wrong with it, except for the fact that he actually had some accurate content. He was at the right place for his next story, but it wouldn't be good for the outcome.