The Window in the Third Floor
He feels a chill down his spine as he walks through the door. The music is loud, the air is warm and everyone seems in a trance as they dance into the night.
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers thumps in his ears.
He walks by the dance floor filled with partygoers. The booths with are filled with others who are swaying to the beat watching people. A brunette who catches his eye. She is sitting with three other women who were just as pretty and two men who are pale and blonde dressed in black suits, black shirts, one with a red and the other with a purple tie.
The brunette has distinguishable blue eyes wearing dark crimson red lipstick. He walks up to the bar and orders a beer. The bartender, another young looking tall man looks him as if ordering a beer seems strange in this club. The place is so loud he doesn’t hear the bartender how much for the beer, he puts a twenty and mouths “keep the change”.
A man in his forties wearing suit that looks a little too big for him walks up and order two fancy drinks. He looks at him, recognizing the familiar scent of the cologne and the alcohol in his breath. They look at each other, they acknowledge each other and the man walks toward a tall redhead in a tight slinky black dress and six inch heels with red bottoms. She looked at least fifteen years younger than him and then he lost sight of them in the crowd. Two brunettes walk past him, one eyeing him.
The lights in the place are almost dizzying but the music seems to move even the most still of hearts. He suddenly notices his foot tapping to the beat. Two men, who look like they spend eight hours at the gym every day, walk by wearing almost see through black shirts and leather pants. I’m definitely out of my league here, he thinks as three young women in black mini dresses walk by looking at their muscles.
“Wanna dance?” he hears someone say a few feet away in the beat between songs. He turns and sees a young man asking a petite girl in white mini dress and red high heels, to give her some height, as she and her friends are already dancing in a circle. She says something to the guy but he leans closer to hear. As she talks to him, she sees him standing at the bar. She is young, pretty with brown eyes and a delicate face. She’s a lovely vision, he thinks to himself.
She looks at him a couple of times and smiles. He looks over at the booths and sees the brunette eyeing him as well. Then he notices they too get up from the booths to dance as well.
“I’ve never seen you in here before” a tall man in a blue suit and white shirt says as he takes a sip of beer.
“They hardly let me out” he says taking a drink, the same kind as the man in the suit.
“Who’s they?” the man asks curiously.
“Work” he says with smile.
“I’m Todd” the man said shaking his head.
“Marc…” he stopped abruptly looking at the brunette with blue eyes passing by. “Marc.”
“This place is lit” he hears guy say to his friends as they walks past them.
“It is” Todd says “and the women are just so…” as more women join the dance floor.
Young, Marc wants to say but keeps it to himself.
“Young” Todd finishes.
Marc shakes his head. He makes eye contact again with the girl in the white dress who has her hands up on the air, writhing seductively, as one of her friends “backs it up” to her, getting the attention of others.
“So what do you do?” Todd asks him. Marc now asking himself if this guy was trying to hit on him pauses for a second and takes a sip. “Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you, I’m just waiting for my friends.”
Marc finishes his sip. “Distribution” he said. “I distribute beverages.”
“I’m the guy that delivers to stores, business, schools, etc.” Marc adds to the lie.
“Which…” Todd was about to ask when Marc cut him off, “You see that PTY over there”. Todd turns to look. “Oh she’s a cutie” Todd says then he turns back to Marc.
“I don’t think she’s no more than twenty-five” Marc adds.
“You look young yourself” Todd says when Marc responds.
“I’m almost thirty-seven, that’s like two-hundred fifty-nine in dog years. You think a twenty-five year old would hook up with some as ancient as me?” Marc says smiling.
“Why don’t you…” Todd begins and Marc interrupts again. “You see that brunette too” Marc begins. “There is no way a guy like me can hook up with either one.”
“I can introduce you to Belinda” Todd says.
“The one with the blue eyes?”
“Yep, that’s Belinda”.
“I don’t think I’m ready yet, I need more liquid courage” he says turning to bartender and ordering another beer.
“My friends are here” Todd says. Give me a few minutes and we’ll meet you upstairs in the private lounge. Marc nods.
Just then the girl in the white dress walks up to the bar and orders a drink. They smile at each other. Marc has a slight stubble. He is a little insecure of the couple of gray hairs in his chin and a few his temples, but amid his dark hair, dark eyes and athletic build, women have always found him attractive in for his rugged looks.
“How come you’re not dancing?” the girl in the white dress asks.
“I’m not too good” he says in his low husky voice. “Besides I saw you turn down a couple of guys”. He could smell her perfume, something he smelled a few months ago in a department store at a mall. She is petite but has a curvy figure. She had soft brown eyes, like honey, red full lips and dark brown hair curled at the ends. She has tattoo of flowers, elephants and butterflies from her shoulder to her elbow.
“Nice ink” he says.
“Thank you” she responds.
“Is the elephant for good luck?”
“Yes!” she replies with enthusiasm.
He pulls up the sleeve of his dark navy shirt, his strong forearm has an elephant tattoo that almost matches hers.
“Oh my God!” she says in a high pitched voice. Marc can smell the alcohol in her breath and it’s a turn on. She calls over to her friends. Soon he is talking to all of them.
“I’m Evelyn by the way and this Tina, Kate and Dana”. Marc is entranced by Evelyn’s voice. He introduces himself, shaking their hands. He can smell each of their fragrances. The five grab booth and as Marc walks behind looking back he quickly glances at Belinda on the dance floor.
They all talk for nearly half an hour and as Evelyn finishes up her drink she says, “Marc let’s go dance”. Feeling the pressure he smiles and agrees.
They spend the next two songs on the dance floor, at times her body grinding up against his. His hand sometimes caressing her waist. “You’re pretty good” she says but in the midst of the music but he pretends he doesn’t hear and leans closer.
“You’re pretty good” she says again right in his ear. For a second there he felt her lips in his cheek. At that moment she instantly got closer to him, their bodies touching. He looked over at Belinda who was now dancing with one of her girlfriends almost in the same manner. Her crimson lips seem to almost kiss her gorgeous friend. Marc and Evelyn keep dancing.
“You know her” Evelyn asks as she has her back pressed up against his.
“No, not really. I met her guy friend earlier.”
“The guy you were talking to? I think he’s the owner” Evelyn adds.
“He said I could check out the private lounges upstairs” Marc replies.
“Let’s go see” she says. She takes Marc by the hand and they go up the stairs behind the stage.
The upstairs is a little quieter and darker. There are booths that run along a long hallway, the ceilings are high with white pillars amid red velvet curtains from floor to ceiling muffling any sound.
“This used to be an old theater they renovated a couple of years ago” Evelyn says. “See the new crown molding and decorations on the ceiling” she says as they walk down a long hallway.
“You know a lot about art deco?” Marc asks.
“I’m majoring in architecture” she responds.
“Majoring, as in you’re still in…” he says when she cuts in.
“I just went back to school” she says holding his hand. They came to a second set of stairs at the end of the hallway. “They lead up to offices” she says. “I heard they have these beautiful large windows, let’s go check them out”.
“What about your friends? Wont’ they be worried about you?”
“I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself”
“Big girl? If you take those heels off, what are you? 4’10” 4’11”?”
“Shut up” she says laughing. “I’m 5’2” and a half…see” she says removing them. She looks up at him. He leans over and kisses her in a dark corner by the stairs that lead up to the third floor.
Her lips are soft and moist. He can smell her hair and her skin. He can feel the goose-pimples on her shoulders, her breathing is getting heavier almost breathless as he puts his hands around her waist bringing her closer. She puts her arms around his neck the lips locking and their tongues dancing making them tingle.
“You’re so” he starts to say but stops.
“I’m so what?” she asks as her mouth reaches for another kiss.
“The music…it stopped” he says looking down the darkened hallway.
Suddenly in the distance blood curling screams begin to fill downstairs. Then he notices that some of the patrons in the booths begin to attack others, charging at them with fury, biting their necks, slashing at their throats. Evelyn is about to scream when Marc covers her mouth. “Quiet, they’ll hear us”.
The screams begin to get louder as people are running. “We might be under attack” he whispers softly “but I don’t hear shots” he says when a few people run into the second floor then are attacked by those in darkened booths.
“What the fuck” Evelyn says now crying.
“Go upstairs and find a place to hide” he tells her, when amidst of those few running one of them is her friend Tina along with others who are being tackled to the floor.
Tina makes it past a few of them before she is tackled by a large blonde man. Marc grabs a metal pole nearby and as the blonde man sees him approaching he lunges at Marc. Marc with a perfect major league swing hits him square in the jaw. Tina gets up screaming at the top of her lungs and runs toward Evelyn.
“They’re fucking vampires!” Tina yells hysterically.
“What?” Evelyn now in tears seeing her friend is covered in blood.
“They’re vampires” Tina repeats.
As she screams, the man gets up again and lunges toward Marc but Marc’s reflexes are fast and swings again breaking the man’s jaw. The others in the back take notice and begin to move toward the three.
“Upstairs now!” Marc yells. Tina and Evelyn leave their shoes and quickly going up the stairs. Marc follows behind still clinging to the metal pole.
On the third floor, the offices that have not been finished yet. As they run through different rooms, some of the windows are barred. Suddenly Marc sees light from a big window peering through a barred window that leads to a fire escape. Then he smells a few of them coming, he can hear six different footsteps.
He grabs a large table and blocks the door. He flips an old leather sofa in the corner by the window and whispers at the girls to hide and not make a sound.
“But” Evelyn begins to say, her voice shaking.
“Be quiet” he says looking at her terrified face, her friend crying hysterically as they try to calm down.
In less than a second two men break down the door and with superhuman strength. They throw the table across the room breaking it in pieces nearly hitting Marc. Four of them walk in followed by Todd and Belinda. Belinda is smiling, with blood on her mouth and chin, her blue eyes now even more pale. Todd has blood in his shirt and on his suit.
“I told you I was going to introduce you” Todd says. As he smiles Marc sees his fangs. The others stand a couple of feet apart covering the exits. Marc picks up a large piece of wood from the broken table.
“What are you going to do, stab us through the heart?” Todd says. The others laugh. Marc throw it on the floor and picks up a large piece table top, it weighs one hundred pounds.
“Ooh look everyone, he’s a strong man” Todd says. Evelyn and Tina see Marc’s rippling muscles beginning to break through his shirt. A light is coming through the cracks of the window but Evelyn sees the street lights are off. One of the vampires sees Evelyn’s head in the shadows and gestures to Todd.
“Awe, were you trying to protect her, that little… what did you call her? PYT?” Marc doesn’t say anything but begins to breathe heavier. His muscles now bulging.
“He’s not scared” Belinda says.
“He will be” Todd adds. “He was interested in you, but then he ended up talking to her even though she’s too young for him” Todd turns to him.
“I’m still too old for her” Marc says.
“Two hundred years?” Todd replies
“In dog years” Marc says beginning to chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” one of the other vampires asks.
“I came here to rumble” Marc adds with a lower husky voice.
“You came here to…” Todd says when Marc interrupts him.
“Shut the fuck up and get ready” Marc tells him.
“Ready for what?” Todd says opening his arms.
“For this” Marc says throwing the large table top through the wood, breaking the window letting the light of the moon in.
“You’re making a mess and you’re going to pay for…” Todd says but suddenly stops.
Evelyn and Tina look in horror at Marc as he begins his transformation.
“It’s a good thing there's full moon tonight” Marc says right before all his human form disappears.
Written by wallyroo92
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