Reckoned With✔️| 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 {2}

34|Desire

|noras pov|

"So where are we going, exactly?" My signature combat boots clicked against the sidewalk. My freshly shaven legs were cold and bare in the fierce winds. Yes, I had a dress on, but it was worn under Rebekah's influence.

It was a simple, tight red long sleeve body-con dress. It was a darker red shade, which made the red streaks in my hair pop out more. The sleeves stuck out past my leather jacket ones, and my blonde highlights reflected easily under the periodic streetlights as my hair was in loose wand curls. Done by my sister, of course.

Don't even ask me how we made it out of the compound without getting stopped, because I don't know. But the tension was thick in there, and we both had the mutual agreement to take a breather.

She flipped her platinum hair over her shoulder, looking over at me as we walked synchronized together. "Were going to have fun, silly." Fun, usually didn't end up good in my world.

"The last time I went partying my humanity was off, and the bar got shot up." The memories of her, Elijah, and Freya trying to pull me back from the edge replayed in my mind.

"Well that was for the greater good, this is well over due." I tilted my head, as she stopped right in front of the Vampire hide out spot, the one that looked like a shack. I rolled my eyes at her stupidity, and huffed.

"Rebekah, they hate us. Do you not remember the time we busted in here, raging war?" I said pointing to the run down building, and she gave me a smirk.

"Relax, we're not going in there." She walked over to the corner of the street, and my eyes squinted when I saw a dip in the road. On right corner side of the building, there were steps that went underground and they led to a door. "Were going down here." She said, pointing to it.

I've honestly never seen that there before, not that I really paid any attention. I heard her shoes click down the seven or eight concrete stairs, and I was not too far behind her. The door looked like one of the old ancient, wooden ones that you only saw in movies. She opened the door, and it made just a slight creaking sound as she stepped in. We had to make a left and walk down a concrete hallway.

I could see another door way in front of us, but there wasn't a door. In replace, there were strands of multicolored beads, on white string that touched the floor. As we got closer and closer, a guy appeared out of nowhere. He blocked mine, and Rebekah's view standing at least 6'3, acting as a bodyguard.

"Who are you?" His voice was deep, but I couldn't see much of his face since the lights were so dim and she was standing ahead of me. She inched closer to him, and tilted her head up as she spoke.

"Don't worry, my friend and I are only here to have some fun." He didn't say anything, he only moved out of the way back into she shadows. I felt her grip on my wrist, when she pulled me through the beads, and looked back at the guy before entering. I pushed the stands out of my face, and it was like I entered a new dimension.

We both paused, taking in the scene.

The music was more than loud, but I couldn't make out any words, it was just base.

There was no real light, except for strobe lights, and white flashing lights.

It was a lot bigger than the upstairs, and there had to be close to 150 people crammed in here, give or take. Did they party like this every night?

"How did you find this place?" I question, as my eyes caught site of a mini bar back in the corner.

"I have my connections." She shrugged at me, before taking a few steps.