Shattered Promises Part 16

I nod, even though doubt floods my body. "Yes."

It is such a lie, but he buys it. Or maybe he just decides not to care so much about me and care more about the sword. "Fine. We'll hang out on the bottom floor in the club area, next to the stairway. Aislin and Laylen you'll go up and get the G.o.dd.a.m.n sword." Laylen starts to open the door when Alex reaches forward and snags the collar of his shirt. His eyes go dark and his voice comes out in a low growl. "If you're up to something, I'll get the sword myself and use it on you."

Aislin's eyes widen and so do mine. Laylen stares at Alex inexpressively and then nods his head once. Only then, does Alex release him. As I climb out of the car, I know I'm in over my head. Vampires. Witches. Werewolves. h.e.l.l's Angels. No matter how many supernatural books I've read, it's a h.e.l.l of a lot different than real life.

The moon illuminates against the alley and lights up the puddles on the ground. The air reeks of mold and wet dogs, and the garbage cans ooze filth onto the ground that crunches beneath my shoes.

Laylen stops in front of a rusty door at the back end of a warehouse and holds his fist to the door. "Is everyone ready for this?"

"Probably not." Alex gestures his hand at the door. "But let's get it over with."

Laylen lets his hand fall against the door. A couple of seconds later a small flap at the top of the door glides open and a pair of dark eyes peer out. "What's the pa.s.sword?"

Laylen elevates his forearm up to the flap. The flap slips shut and is followed by the sounds of several locks clicking. The hinges creak as the door swings open. Behind it is a man shorter than me with bony arms and greasy black hair. He's dressed in black jeans, a jacket and across his neck is the same tattoo as Laylen has on his arm.

"What does that mark mean on his neck," I whisper to Alex.

He leans toward me, keeping his voice low and his arms crossed over his chest. "It's the Mark of Immortality."

I'm shocked, but I know I have to remain centered. I'm supposed to be in control, strong, and dominant. I straighten my posture and cross my arms, like I'm the toughest girl... Angel in the world.

Laylen greets the man by nodding once. "Doug. How's it going, man?"

Doug mutters an unfriendly, "It's goin' good. Haven't seen you in a while." He takes the three of us in with a skeptical look. "Who are they?"

Laylen plays it cool with his gaze steadfast on Doug. "They're with me."

Doug raises an accusing eyebrow. "They got the mark."

Laylen braces his arm against the wall. "Look, I know you let people in here without the mark. In fact, there's a feeding ground upstairs."

Feeding ground. I'm definitely in over my head. Alex must have sense my apprehension, too, because he laces his fingers with mine.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Doug steps back inside and starts to shut the door.

Laylen sticks his hand out and slams his palm against the door, holding it open. "You can't have double standards Doug. I know you let mortals in."

Doug narrows his eyes. "Let go of the f.u.c.king door, before I break your arm off."

I start to laugh because the idea of a tiny man like Doug breaking Laylen's arm off seems ludicrous, but I stop when Laylen lowers his arm swiftly and darts back. Doug begins to shut the door again when Aislin marches forward.

"Somno iam!" she exclaims as her arm snaps out in front of her.

Doug groans as he clutches at his heart and then his eyes roll back into his head. "You..." His body goes rigid, his shoulders jerk upward and his knees lock. His body aligns in a perfectly straight line before he falls backward and hits the floor.

Aislin lowers her hand back to the side and a huge grin expands across her face. "See, we're going to be okay."

Laylen nods his head and his eyes widen. "Well, alright, I guess that works."

Aislin hops over the unconscious Doug and Laylen follows after her. When he is inside, he bends down and hooks his arms underneath Doug's. Then, with a grunt, he drags him inside and Alex and I walk freely through the doorway. Once we are all in, Laylen slams the door and fastens the locks.

"Okay," Laylen says and heads toward a brick archway on the other side of the room. "Let's make this quick before someone either finds him or he wakes up."

We walk down a slender hallway extending from the archway, Laylen and Aislin in front, Alex and I in the back. I notice the metal lanterns that hang on the stone walls have the Immortality mark on them. I'm catching on that this is an all-exclusive Immortal club with a feeding ground upstairs, but, even with that concept, nothing could ever prepare me for what I walk into.

At the end of the hall, the area opens up into a large, but crowded room. Lanterns dangle from the ceiling, fueled by fire, not electricity. The red ceiling lights sparkle across the marble floor and there's a balcony above with a spiral staircase twisting up to it and connecting the two floors. That's the easy part to take in. It's the lower half that is intense.

There's a dance floor in the middle of the room and it's crammed with people, swaying hypnotically to the low beat of Deftones "Change." They're tall, short, fat, and thin; some have pale skin and other's scaly skin. There are fangs coming out of people's mouth and fur growing on their bodies. They are touching each other, drinking; some are half naked, shirts off, wearing clothes that barely cover any skin.

In each of the four corners of the room, there are life-size, iron-rod birdcages. Trapped inside the cages are the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Their legs are extensive, their skin smooth and their lips a pale blue. Black-feathered wings sprout from their shoulder blades and a whip curls up their arms. Each has a black leather dress on that resembles mine and their hair is as black as ash. They are twirling around a pole in the center of the cage and with each movement, I feel a pull towards them; they are hypnotic. Several people around the room seem mesmerized by them, like they feel the pull too.

"They're Black Angels," I say over the music as I turn to Alex. I'm surprised to find that he's watching me intently. "Aren't they?"

He nods once. "They are."

I peer over my shoulder. "I don't know why you guys think I look like them. They have wings and they move so confidently, like they own everyone. They're so... beautiful."

"The one's that walk outside their cages don't have wings." He sketches a line between my shoulder blades and my body counters with a shudder. "And the last part you'll be fine with. It's the middle I'm worried about." He waits to see if I catch on to his hidden meaning.

I do, but remain composed because that's what I'm supposed to be doing.

"We should get this over with," Laylen says, removing his cell phone from his pocket. "If anything at all happens, we'll text each other."

Alex nods and then Aislin and Laylen start to head across the dance floor, but Alex catches Aislin by the arm. "Wait, how are you guys going to get it out without being noticed?"

Aislin's eyes twinkle and she snaps her fingers. "It's called magic."

He lets her go and she follows Laylen as he shoves his way through the crowd and onto the dance floor. Seconds later, the crowd swallows them.

Alex immediately s.n.a.t.c.hes ahold of my hand and steers me toward the bar that's next to the dance floor and off center with the stairway. We can't see the bottom because of all the people, but I can see the rest of it. I keep my eyes glued to it, even when people run into me; trusting Alex to lead the way. When I see Laylen and Aislin emerge onto the midsection of the stairway, I relax and allow myself a quick glance around the room.

There are people and creatures in booths eating dinner, at the bar ordering shots. A lot of attention is magnetized toward me; quick glances from some of them, but others rudely stare. I adjust my shoulders higher and move to Alex's side because it seems like a domineering move. We walk up to the bar together and Alex pulls out a barstool for me.

I sit down, swing my legs to the front and rest my arms on the transparent countertop that shows the alcohol bottles lined up underneath it, along with a vat of red, thick liquid. I pretend I'm okay. Completely in control. Until the bartender strolls up and I'm reminded just how nave I am.

"What can I getcha?" He's tall with wide-ranging shoulders and there is a tiny mole just above his lip that I can't take my eyes off of.

All my innocence shines through. "Umm... What are the choices?"

"Two shots of vodka." Alex pats his hand on the counter.

The bartender nods and swings a rag over his shoulder as he backs away. He doesn't take his eyes off me until he's at the back counter and has to turn around to collect the gla.s.ses.

Alex leans over in the stool. "Just knock it back quickly and try not to choke."

I bend my body to the side until our heads are touching. "Can't I just not drink?"

Alex shakes his head and gives a quick glance at the stairway. "Act tough, remember?"

Drinking is tough? Or maybe he wants me to do it for another reason? Sighing, I turn toward the counter and then jump when I come face to face with the creepy bartender. It takes a lot to shove down the scream in my throat.

His face is only inches away from mine. "You one of them, ain't ya?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" My voice comes out steady and I do an internal happy dance.

"I very much would like to know." He relocates back just a little and sets two tall shot gla.s.ses down on the counter. They're filled with a clear liquid that smells like gasoline. "In fact, I'd put money on it." When I say nothing, he backs away with a sly grin on his face.

I swivel in the barstool, freeing a loud breath. The music is loud enough that it goes unnoticed, though. "What a weirdo."

Alex picks up a shot gla.s.s. "Take a look around Gemma. This place is full of nothing but weirdoes." He raises the gla.s.s to his lips and angles his neck back, sucking out the drink in one long gulp. His neck muscles move as he swallows it, then he lowers the gla.s.s and sets it back on the counter.

As weird as it is, I've never drank before. I put the gla.s.s to my lips, hold my breath and tip my chin up, letting the drink spill into my mouth and flood my throat. It feels like acid ripping away at my esophagus and stomach muscles. I seal my lips shut, forcing myself to choke it down as I drop the gla.s.s down on the counter. I can't breathe. Can't think. My blood and my heart flare with potent heat. "Why the f.u.c.k did you have me drink that?" I mutter through a soft gag.

"Breathe," he whispers, glancing around the room with his arms crossed. "Or you're going to black out."

I inhale through my nose and it makes my lips stutter. The choke and burn propel up my throat and I start to lean forward to hack. Alex meets me in the middle, rendering me motionless with a touch of his hand on my arm. He pushes me upright, makes me sit up straight, then he bends forward and suddenly his lips are on mine. At first, I think he's trying to hurt me because his mouth is pressed against mine so hard it feels like the skin is going to bruise. He's strong. And fierce. His hands come down on my hips and he jerks me forward as his tongue slips into my mouth. The taste of him inside my mouth smothers the alcohol and I still can't breathe, but for a whole different reason.

He continues kissing me, grabbing at strands of my hair so he can tip my head back and devour my mouth, but as quickly as it starts, it strikes a dead end as his lips leave mine without forewarning.

"Let's dance," he breathes demandingly and I'm confused because I thought that I'm the one who's supposed to be domineering.

I don't protest, though, as he guides me to my feet and directs me toward the dance floor. I try to stay next to him, but the tightness of the dress limits my legs' mobility. I also feel dizzy and my limbs are kind of heavy. Walking suddenly seems to be the most complex thing in the world and, after a lot of staggering, he finally wraps his arm around my back to support me.

As we reach the crowd, I tuck in my elbows, but then put them back out, not wanting to seem intimidated. He shoves through the people that smell like sweat, as well as rust, and when we finally arrive in the middle, he stops. There's a blond girl to my right with fangs poking out of her mouth and she's dancing with a guy that has pointy ears. To my left, is a woman with purple hair made of thick strands that have heads with eyes at the end.

"I did see someone with snakes for hair." I utter to Alex. "That night at the cabin."

He stands in front of me with his eyes fastened on the stairway just over my shoulder. "Yeah, you shouldn't have been able to see that."

"Why not?"

"I'll explain why in the car." There's a silent cautioning in his eyes, so I zip my lips and shuffle closer to him as I'm elbowed in the back and the side. It's overwhelming; too many people and too many s.e.xy moves going on. I'm struggling to remain collected.

Luckily, the song switches to a slower, more sensual beat and everyone mellows to grind against each other. I'm not sure what to do or why we are out here, but Alex takes the lead. He puts his hand on my hip and lures me to him with his eyes on me. He slides his hand slowly up my side, along my ribs and to my shoulders where it starts to drift downward. His skin is searing hot against my arm and when he arrives at my wrist I practically die from the heat. He grips my wrist forcefully; pressing his fingers into my skin, then lifts my arm up and positions my hand on top of his shoulder.

My body is very much alive, awake and in tune when he does the same thing with my other arm. I can't hold back the moan of pleasure clawing up my throat. I let it out because there's nothing else to do.

The muscles in his jaw twitches as he places his hands on my hips and entices me toward him until our bodies are connected. He begins swaying us to the music and rubbing against me with each movement. His green eyes are black below the inadequate lighting and his lips are blood red. He inches his mouth toward my ear and breathes against my skin. "The bartender was on to you. I had to find a way to get you out of there."

"By kissing me?" I ask, breathless.

His fingertips knead my hips. "That was to get you to stop choking." He pulls back a little. "And the dancing is to get you into the crowd and away from wandering eyes. You stand out way too much."

I glance at the blond girl with fangs and she's nipping at pointy-eared guy's neck. He lets out a groan similar to the one I let out just seconds ago. "I think I blend in pretty well," I say.

His brow teases upward. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." I slip my hands farther up his shoulders and down to his back. When my palms are covering his shoulder blades, I dig my nails in and pull him closer. "In fact, I think I have this whole Angel thing down pretty well."

He shakes his head, grinning haughtily. "You'd be screwed if I wasn't here to guide you through."

"If you weren't here, then I wouldn't be here." My head is getting hazy and uncensored words are slipping out of my mouth.

He frowns. "I know that."

He grows quiet, takes a step back to add room between us, and his attention leaves me as his eyes drift to the stairway. It bugs me because I want them on me. I want him to look at me. Touch me. Be only about me. I'm becoming very needy and the feeling consumes me.

I hook a finger underneath his chin and make him look at me. "I thought you brought me out here to dance?"

His eyebrows dip together. "No, I brought you out here to keep you hidden and to keep an eye on the stairway."

I shake my head and scratch him with my nails as I draw my hand away. "I want to dance, just like everyone else."

His eyes go squinty as he scrutinizes my facial features and eyes. "Are you drunk?"

I shake my head with sureness even though I have no idea what being drunk feels like. "No, I'm perfectly sober."

"Good because you only had one shot."

"Obviously."

He shakes his head and I clamp down on his shoulders and force him to diminish the s.p.a.ce he's put between us. His eyes enlarge and his lips part in shock. Without another thought, I bend my head forward and collide our lips. The music is loud and drenches my body in lyrics as I bask in the taste of him. My head spins with vapor as I suck his lip into my mouth. He groans loudly, and I bite down on his lip and let my hands trail down his back with my nails aiming downward so I'm gently scratching his skin.

"Gemma," he murmurs as his hand moves from my hip to my back, then creeps downward. He cups my a.s.s and crushes my body against his. I'm drowning in blackness and he is my air.

I seal our lips together and his tongue willingly slips into mine. I feel his breath enter my mouth and the compulsion for more takes over me. My hands glide up his back and I fasten my arms around his neck. I taste him thoroughly as I stand on my tiptoes and climb on top of him. His breath hitches in his throat as I hook my legs around his midsection, allowing his hardness to press against me. It's stimulating and makes my body crave more, so I cling onto him and writhe my hips up and down, rubbing up against him.

A deep, throaty groan escapes from him and he reciprocates by pushing his body closer to mine. His hand slip between my legs and his eyes are shut, but mine refuse to close. I can see everything. Feel everything. I'm high. I'm centered. I'm in control.

People are dancing recklessly and it's like we're in a movie that's stuck on fast forward; none of it can be real. Alex is kissing me, feeling me, touching me and making me feel like I've been starved. My arms begin to tremble and when I glance down at them, my skin is covered in black veins like tar has replaced my blood. The veins are crawling across my skin and I start to scream. I'm falling. Floating. What am I doing?

Alex jerks back and his lips are moving, but I can't hear what he's saying. I unhitch my jaw to speak, but my voice is noiseless. My eyes roll into the back of my head and my limbs go limp. I begin to sink to the ground and I'm not sure how far down it is before I hit.

Or, if I'll ever hit anything.

Maybe I just fall and fall and fall.

Chapter 13.

I'm drowning in a black ocean and the clouds above rain ash. The water is hot and my skin is covered in blisters. It's burning me alive and filling my lungs with venom. I'm dying. I'm...