Hemlock Hunters

02 - Emeralds and Foliage

Kristen's POV

Hemlock Hunters
London, England
01.11.2020

Inside the Hemlock Hunters was full of ice smoke. The music was so loud that it made my skin tingled and my lungs felt like mush. The bass thumped in time with my heart beat as though they were one. Neon lights flashed everywhere like police sirens, but much more colorful.

"What's this place?" I asked, gripping Gus's hand, not wanting to get lost in the drunken crowd.

"This is a club. A restaurant. You can call this place anything." Augustus grinned. "By name this is Hemlock Hunters."

The club was electric, everyone feeding off of the smiles and fast dancing. There's no room for any more but somehow when Augustus and I hit it the space magically came. The crowd was like huddled group like Tic-Tacs being shaken in a box.

"So," Augustus said, "Pretty good music, eh?"

I nodded and laughed. Augustus was dancing like this is his last night on Earth. The music moves me like a puppet on strings, my head mashing so hard that my brain is in shut down mode.

In the dark of the club I saw his high cheekbones and mischievous eyes. He was watching me. He was different from all others. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stared long enough. He was not extremely muscular. However, he could stand out in a crowd. He smiled and walked, gesturing me to follow him.

I looked at Augustus. He had found a dancing partner, a blonde haired boy. I slowly followed the boy with golden brown eyes. He entered a room - Staff only was scrawled across it in black paint. I reached for the knob, turned it and slid inside. I had no idea what was wrong with me but I so badly wanted to know his guy who literally loosed my nuts.

"Kristen Edwards," He said as I closed the door behind me.

"How do you know my name?" I asked, questioning myself whether I should run out of the room or into him. My mind was being hacked my thoughts that never belonged to me.

He smiled again. There was something about the way he smiled; the way butterflies seemed to escape from the pit of his stomach. His smile shined like the stars in the sky, with no bright city lights to dim them.

We stared at each other in an odd way.

He slowly walked toward me. Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to my hip, it settled there and pulled me closer. I inhaled sharply. He slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs. I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access delved inside my mouth. My arms reached his shoulders and tangled around his thick, strong neck. My brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. I gazed up at him, thrilled beyond words. He drew me back and spent a moment studying my face. He gazed at me lovingly, his eyes softening with tenderness before sparkling with something else. He tilted my head to the side and kissed me, my lips demanding. I felt a smoldering heat deep within me as his grip tightened, crushing my body to his, gentle yet firm. He slanted my head further, deepening the kiss.

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Oliver's POV

I gazed across the lacquered wooden tiles, and, with a sudden burst of courage that I didn't known I'd possessed, stepped onto the dance floor. As the thrumming rhythm of classical music whispered to my ears I began to dance. It was kind of like a tradition. After every transformation ceremony all Hemlock Hunters come to the Hemlock Hunter headquarters which is a night club in London, and dances until the morning. It was nice feeling, to dance with drunken humans who have completed lost their minds under the bright neon lights and the loud music.