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Just as I burst back into the dimly lit club, I began to make my way through the crowds of people forming by the stage when the lights suddenly died, plunging us all into pitch darkness.
A hush swept through the crowd, and an eerie silence took over, broken by a single spotlight that cut through the blackness and illuminating an empty stage.
I froze, as did the entire crowd, and watched as a shadow flitted across the stage. It was a black bird, swift as it perched itself on the edge of a chair. At first it seemed like an ordinary raven, but I knew better. This was what the devil wanted me to see. The air thrummed with a supernatural energy, and I could tell that something otherworldly was about to happen. I closed my eyes briefly, wishing I’d never stepped foot on those fucking crossroads.
Virgil’s words echoed in my mind again.He opens doors you don’t want to go through. Demons you don’t want to meet.
As soon as my eyes opened, the unreal happened. Right in front of me, the raven began to shift and transform. It’s neck stretched out, melding itself into the naked form of a woman, and she was fucking beautiful.
My eyes traveled down her body, the sounds of men groaning rose above any sound. Her body was hidden half in shadows but I could see a curvy silhouette and flashes of supple flesh. Someone came out and wrapped her in something. When she stepped out into the spotlight, she was wearing a dress that mirrored the raven's sleek darkness, flowing like a midnight metallic waterfall around her, and glowing blue and purple against the light. She was plump in all the right places. Her hips were wide, the gash in her gown revealing thick lush thighs. Thighs that I wanted wrapped around me. Her tits were large and heavy, her cleavage deep and barely hidden by the dress. The crowd murmured in disbelief, but for the most part they were held captive by the shifter on the stage.
She then began to sing, and I thought I’d skipped everything and God had taken me straight to heaven. Her voice was both angelic and haunting, it reverberated through the space, captivating every soul in the room, including my own. The crowd was caught in a spell, and I glimpsed around me, noticing how her melody was wrapping around them, holding them transfixed. I realized I was the only one that wasn’t completely caught in her rhythmic spell.
When I glanced back to the stage, her eyes suddenly met mine. A flicker of surprise passed through her delicate features, and she frowned, looking uncertain at me. She looked around the room at all those hypnotized faces, yet I wasn’t one of them. Her voice definitely held power, I could feel it coursing through my body, producing goosebumps, but it had a different effect on me. One, I don’t think either of us expected.
She walked over to me, her hips swaying sensually, and I looked up at her as she gracefully crouched down on the edge of the stage. Her voice was low and deep, it sounded as though a profound sorrow filled her.
I reached up to her, touching her hand and a shudder ran through her body. I caught the ripple of black feathers dancing in her hair and I blinked, not knowing if what I was seeing was real. But her eyes betrayed her, glowing in this warm, golden amber light, filled with pain and a quiet torment that echoed my own. Those haunting notes filled my head and soul.
What in the ever lovin’ hell was this?
I knew this was a show. This was what Serge Bastien wanted people to feel when they came to see him. She was being used in order for him to feed something that lingered in the shadows. Something that gave him power and money. Lots of it. I truly felt bad for her and at the same time I felt this intense obsession building in me.
I was being drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I didn’t know if it was the Devil’s protection over me, or my own will to fight, but as much as she sang directly to me, I wasn’t being trapped or controlled. And yet the world around me faded as she continued her hypnotic performance, and all that existed was her and I, the spotlight casting a glow on her captivating silhouette. A strange yearning gripped me, fueled by desire and the need to own this haunting beauty.
I am so fucked.
One thing was to hide from the devil, but this temptation was too hard for anyone to handle. I stood there, staring into those unbelievably surreal eyes until the final notes of the song echoed around us.
She moved back and I gripped her hand, wanting her close. But she simply shook her head, and slowly pulled out of my grasp. The hum of the crowd began again, music pumped through the speakers, and whatever had just been witnessed was now erased.
I watched as she slowly disappeared toward the back of the stage and I followed her.
“Hey!” I called out to her just as she was about to round the corner.
She turned to face me, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and trepidation. I offered a charming smile, trying to put her at ease. "That was incredible," I said, my voice a low murmur. "I've never seen anything like it."
She remained silent, cautious. "You- you remember that?”
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m sorry,” she searched the hallway, quickly realizing we were completely alone. “I don't normally talk to the audience," she finally whispered, her gaze darting towards the exit.
Respecting her boundaries, I took a step back. "Fair enough. I just wanted to introduce myself. I go by Spectre. And you are?"
Her eyes flickered with a hint of apprehension and she hesitated. "I don't usually share my name," she admitted.
As she tried to slip away, I reached out and grabbed her arm gently. “Don’t go.”
She quickly pulled away, holding her hand to her chest as if I’d burned her. Looking down I could see the goosebumps forming on her arm. “Who are you?”
“Just a friend.”
“I’m not alone here, you know?”
“I know.”
“They could come for me any second.”
