"You know, maybe this was a mistake, yeah! A mistake.... I'm just gonna...." I trailed off looking away from the club and down the street. I slowly moved my leg away from Clover.
I bit my lip hearing the scuff of my heel against the floor, I moved my foot another inch away. "Oh no you don't, My!" I felt clover's hand wrap around my waist keeping me be her side. I huffed out in exaggeration.
"Seriously? What am I going to do with you?" Clover sighed turning her head away from me -- Shaking her head while she fluttered her eyelashes to the gross looking man beside her.
I looked him up and down grimacing as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"It's not my fault that I don't want to be here!" I muttered looking at the long line we're in. Maybe we won't even be able to go in due to the line being this long! I thought happily inside of my head deep in thought.
Whilst deep in thought, I caught a breeze. On this breeze I smelt the most intoxicating smell that I have ever smelt before in my life. I turned my head frantically trying to see where that delicious scent was coming from -- I didn't see anything. I turned to Clover.
"Clover.... CLOVER!" I yelled at her while I squeezed her arm tightly.
"Ow! Hey what was that for, you brute!" Clover mumbled rubbing her arm.
"Sorry, sorry!" I fumbled turning my whole body to her quickly.
"Did you just smell that?" I spoke quickly breathing heavily as I looked at her in the eyes.
"Huh, what are you on about, have you finally lost it?" Clover grabbed my face in her hands, exclaiming "You have haven't you, completely and utterly lost it!" She sighed at me, crushing me in one of her bone crushing hugs.
"Hey! I am not going insane Clov. Did you smell that smell?" I stumbled breathing heavily from her hug.
"Get off me, you lump!" I sighed heavily trying to get her arms of me. "Hey!" Clover yelled at me, looking annoyed.
"No, I did not smell whatever you smelt, you psycho." She muttered to me as she turned around talking to the males in front of us.
I wrinkled my nose at them, before turning around to the street trying to smell that intoxicating scent again.
'Gahhh' I scrunched my nose; the scent was gone. I turned around to Clover with a defeated look.
"Come on My, don't be such a fun sponge lets go shall we, yeah?" Clover looked at me reassuringly, winking as she held her hand out for me take.
"Fun sponge? Pfft says you miss dramatics over there!" I laughed coyly at her, slapping my hand in hers as she sends me one of her famous Clover smiles.
I smiled back, how could you not when her smile makes me feel good and that I should be here.
"Let's go to hell then shall we." I muttered next to her as we stepped inside of the club, hands intertwined. I held my breath as we walk through the big red doors.
'Oh, fish sticks, I definitely made a wrong choice, oh good god'.
The sound of music blared through the speakers which annoyed me to an extent, I could already feel the start of a headache forming. Not to mention the stench of sex which surrounded the club, I slumped into Clover as we continued walking.
'Gahh!' I said to myself.
"Blasted music!" I grumbled as Clover leads me to one of the empty booths saying 'reserved'.
'Did we book a table' I thought in question.
"Erm...Clover did we urm book a table?" I pulled Clover down to me as I whispered, pointing towards the table in question.
"Urm yeah... Yes, we did my little sugarplum." Clover laughed, jabbing me in the side with her elbow playfully.
'She's lying' I surmised inside of my head. 'Why did I even agree to come when I know she'll just abandon me anyways' I thought to myself as my mood depleted rapidly. But this is what I get, and I did agree, so I can't really blame her for wanting to leave me. She is a nympho after all.
"Okay! Great gives us somewhere to sit," I exclaimed showing her my fakest smile so that she wouldn't realise that something was going on with me. I just hope that she bought it.
'I want to go home' I said to myself sadly my mouth aching from smiling at Clover. Clubs aren't my scene anyway; I'd rather just be in my bed underneath the warm covers while I watched a scary movie with popcorn. But no, I was dragged here by Clover. I breathed a deep breath.
'Why even ask me to come, when you're just going to walk off and leave me alone.' I sighed out loud, feeling the headache forming more rapidly. I looked towards the array of people dancing, watching them silently as I began to lose track of time.
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"Where did she go. CLOVER!" I tried to shout over the music, but it was no use. 'Just my luck, but what did I think was going to happen.' I spoke to myself in my head.
I turned away from the people gyrating to Post Malone and silently made my way towards the empty booth. I sat down while I fiddled with my fingernails. I looked around as I continued to pick at my fingernails until I saw black combat boots standing next to me. My eyes widened as I raised my head slightly. I gulped.
"Move" I heard a voice speak from in front of me.
I stilled with fear, "Urm... Excuse me...?" I stammered as I raised my head up more to look at the dark, intimidating male in front of me.
I heard the male hiss, "I said move. This is my booth!" I meet his eyes, I shrunk further into the booth. I paled as I saw the bright redness of his eyes glare down at me. My legs shook as my face paled seeing that he was smirking at me. His fangs gleamed in contrast to the darkness of the club.
'Oh no, I'm dead that's a vampire!' I shrieked inside of my head.
I quickly averted my eyes as his red cloak whirled around his tall, athletic statue. I was nervous -- He could kill me without even having to touch me.
"I-I'm so-orry, I'll mo-ove right aw-a-ay for you!" I quickly stammered out a response as I scrambled out of the booth. I stumbled as ran down the steps towards the direction of the bar which was in front of me. I gasped for air after hearing an evil laugh coming from the intimidating vampire which now sat at the booth. 'I want to go home!' I shivered in fear.
I stumble, "Plea-ase can I have a glass of cold wa-a-ater, please?" I whispered towards the bartender sitting down on one of the stools as I played with fingers nervously.