“Good point,” she said, looking back over at who we had renamed Bo, my sister more affectingly doing so. As for me, I just couldn’t remember his actual name, and pissing him off was just an added bonus at this point.
Although, deep down, I knew this was my fault, and he had just been dragged into this as much as I had dragged myself into it. So perhaps I needed to cut him some slack. Because, despite derailing my meeting, he had seemed to have wanted to defend me during certain moments.
Of course, if he would just stop coming on to my sister, then that may help me achieve my goal of being nicer to him.
However, in the end, that lasted all of five minutes before he started swearing at me the second I hailed a cab to take us both to the address my sister had given me. Verbal abuse, I had been forced to ignore unless, as I said, I wanted the cabbie to drive me to the nearest psychiatric ward.
But then, looking up at the building now, I had to at least admit that it looked intimidating. Like some secret club that didn’t exactly scream ‘welcome, stay a while’. If anything, I had to look at the street name to double-check we were in the right place. Yep, this was Pan Pacific Warehouse, 544 Mateo St.
“I thought this was supposed to be a nightclub?”
“And?” Bo asked, rolling his eyes.
“And this looks like just some old, abandoned warehouse,” I said, looking up at the three-story brick building. Bricks that had whitened over time and were now weathered with age. It had three big brick arches on each side of the building that looked as if, at one time, they might have been doors or loading bays. However, each one was boarded up with either brick, wood, or metal gates.
There was also white writing on the brick in between the first-floor windows and the second-floor windows. Writing that was far too faded to read, especially as the sun was setting and it was getting darker by the minute.
As for where we stood, it seemed to be the only way in, which was a green metal door in between two barred windows that also looked boarded up from the inside. The number of the building, 544, was written in white above, telling me, once again, that I had the right address.
I looked up to see if I could see any signs of life inside, but there was nothing. Nothing but a rusty, precarious looking fire escape on the left-hand side.
“Oh, it’s a club, alright, and most definitely one that waits till nightfall before it opens, but it is not the type yer’ thinking of, human.”
I raised a brow at him, prompting him to add,
“Shots at the bar, shaking your ass on a dance floor, and getting humped in the alleyway by some stranger.”
I nearly choked on my spit!
“Excuse me?!” I exclaimed, making him lean back against the brick wall and fold his arms across his chest, so the skull on his tee peeked over them. His smirk was fully in place, making him look far more sinister than what my sister had dubbed as ‘cute’.
“Look, I don’t know where you are getting your Earth information from, but that last part doesn’t usually happen.”
“Oh, no?” he asked, that smirk getting wider by the second.
“Well, it’s not like a fucking bus stop, back there, is it?” I shouted, flinging my arm out toward the side of the building where a less outdated warehouse seemed to be. “You don’t exactly see a crowd full of people back there, all waiting in line for their turn for a place to screw!”
He tipped his head to one side, grinned, and said,
“Like I said, this isn’t a human nightclub and the screwing they do in there… they don’t try to hide.”
I couldn’t help but gasp at this before turning to look back at the door.
“Oh, my goddess, is this…is this a sex club!?”I screeched, which made him laugh so hard that he actually bent over double at the waist.
“Oh, girly… Yer have no fucking idea just what kind of shitstorm yer are about to walk into,” he warned, making me frown down at him before looking back at the anonymous-looking club.
Then I steeled myself and told him,
“Well, I don’t care, I’m still going in there.” A statement I ended by banging my fist against the thick metal door.
But then something strange happened, as with every knock of my fist, the door flashed to a different image. A dark, foreboding wooden door that was sectioned into four panels, each of which held matching designs carved at the centers. These were gothic in style but held an air of something more, something demonic in nature, and something combined with…elvish?I had seen enough fantasy movies with my mom and sister to know the style, but all I could manage to ask myself now was…why?
Why elvish, if that indeed was what it had been? Of course, the image hadn’t stayed for long, making me now naturally question,
“Whoa… what was that?” I looked down at Bo, who was now back to looking panicked beside me.
“Yer making a big mistake! They are gonna eat yer alive in there, girly!” he argued when I was about to knock again, but I ignored his warning and banged my fist on the door once more.
