"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
So somehow I ended up at Big Top, Harry's club. I didn't want to come but I felt guilty that he returned the dress, dry cleaned and all, and I still had his shirt.
It's the least that I can do. It was either return the shirt or stay at home by myself while Judy and Mason go to the library to study for a Physics exam. I didn't want to get in the way of their studying so I took a cab and now here I am, standing in front of the large brick building.
It's crowded tonight too. I guess a dead body in the bathroom last week didn't scare anybody else. I don't get the infatuation that people have for this club. You're taking a risk every time you walk in. There's so much that goes on here and It still boggles my mind that Harry hasn't gotten in trouble.
My feet are firmly planted on the sidewalk as I gulp up at the building, the loud bass filling my ears as people pile their way inside.
I can do this. Just walk in, return the shirt, and then leave. It's simple.
But it's never simple.
I take a deep breath and wrap my arms around myself, feeling the crisp Autumn wind probe my skin. Stupidly I forgot my jacket, so I'm left wearing a white sweater that's tucked into my jeans. The chill reminds me when it was always cold in the facility. God it was brutal.
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"Alright, just go in," I whisper to myself before following a group of people inside the smoke filled hallway.
My eyes feel the familiar burn of the harsh smoke and for a second I feel as if my eyes are starting to get used to the contaminated air. Thank god because I don't really feel like holding onto a complete stranger to guide me through the hall.
Once I'm fully inside the club, I stand off to the side, surveying the crowd for Harry. There's of course a sea of bodies, and I definitely don't have twenty-twenty vision, so this may be a little difficult for me. I could always just look upstairs, but then again I don't really feel like getting the wrath of Harry for snooping again.
As I stand on my tippy toes, examining the crowd, I feel an arm brush mine. I hurry and look to see a blonde haired guy to my right. His eyes are bright, and painted an ocean blue color. He doesn't look to have any tattoos and he looks pretty friendly. No offense to him, but it doesn't look like he could try to attack me. At least I hope he doesn't try to.
"Nova?" he asks, speaking in a thick accent.
So does everyone here having an accent?
"Uh..yeah, how-"
"Lucky guess," he cuts me off before shrugging. "Looking for Styles, right?"
"Yeah..who are you?" I raise an eyebrow, looking at his graphic t-shirt, trying to read what it says in the dimmed light. He wears black jeans with a pair of converse, looking extremely casual.
