Dee pushed her way through the thick crowds of people making her way onto a polished wooden floor where tables were laid out. She nodded her head to the music as she moved across the floor. With her arms out at her sides, she turned and dodged around people. The alcohol smell was stronger in some places and people’s hands with drinks would be in her face suddenly.
She moved on and kept her eyes wandering the room looking for Angel. She searched around the room for a tall blonde girl. But there was a lot of them and some of them were facing away so it didn’t work.
Dee sighed, “Dammit,” she cursed under her breath.
Then she had an idea. She could always use her powers to see any person in the room with Angelic amounts of spiritual energy. But that would turn her eyes all the way black and might get her noticed.
A hand caressed the front of her stomach and then moved around the side of her body. She glanced over to see a dark haired man with steely blue eyes standing with his hand running down her stomach.
In an instant she backed into the wall and flattened out. He followed close behind her keeping his hand against her the whole time, “How would you like a dance?” he asked.
Dee stammered nervously, “I really don’t think I should.”
“One dance,” he started, “Its all I ask.”
Her glanced shot from side to side for signs of Madeleine, “I guess one dance is okay…”
He pulled her off the wall carefully, “Anthony,” he said in a matter of a fact tone.
“I’m Dee.”
“Alright Dee, there’s one rule in this dance,” he led her through the crowd speaking back to her over the increasingly high volume of the music, “You’ve got to dance like you’re in love.”
The comment struck Dee as odd and in her mind something told her to stop while she could. But those overactive hormones wouldn’t let her. Her little precocious kinky mind wouldn’t let her stop entertaining the deviant thoughts that crept into her head.
She’d done it earlier with Brandon and now they were coming back. Usually Madeleine would step in and shoot her some comment right about now, but all that remained now was the soft smell of perfume and sweat, the hint of cigarette smoke and liquor and something else.
“I’ll try to follow the rule,” she said as their feet touched the lit tiles of the dance floor.
His slender fingers curled around the side of her stomach. His thumb made slow circles just under her breast and he pressed his body into hers. She fought back the urge to shudder as her heart beat wildly now; faster than the beat of the song, faster than the heart pressed near hers.
“Christ,” she muttered in a tone he couldn’t have heard.
His other hand encircled hers and then she reluctantly locked fingers with him. Suddenly her mind thought of how she needed to hurry, how the world was in danger and she was messing around and how this was so awkward. She thought of Brandon.
Then as they turned together, her locked in his grip with his hips moved against hers, she spotted Madeleine across the room with the large man from earlier. He towered over her and was gazing down into her eyes, then he swept her hair back from her face.
Madeleine having fun was a comfort to her.
Her attention turned back to the boy in front of her, his dark suit crumpled against and his face growing closer and closer to hers as the song stormed on. It seemed like time slowed as he got closer to her, she prayed he didn’t try to kiss her.
His face passed on the side of hers and he whispered to her as the first song came to an end, “Turn around,” he said slowly.
Dee just whined unsure of herself, “Okay.”
He pulled her close dancing behind her with his head down over her shoulder. He smiled slightly, “You’re a good dancer, Dee…”
“I took lessons for years,” she confessed, “it’s kind of why I’m so flexible.”
“That’s good to know,” he said with a chuckle.
Right then she realized that wasn’t the best thing to say. His hands crept down the front of her shirt and then over the rise of her skirt. With his hands forcing the fabric down against her legs he whispered in her ear, “I’ve got a little rented VIP room for the night.”
“That’s cool,” Dee said.
He took her by the hand and pulled her away from the floor and off to the side down the stairs. There was a set of stairs that led down off to the side of the staircase and up under the dance floor where there was a hall with doors on either side.
Dee pushed her hair back from her face, “I’m not sure about this.”
He pulled her by the arm, “Trust me,” he opened the door with his other hand they stepped into a small room with a bar off to one side and a long couch with speakers on either side of it.
Slowly Dee stepped into the middle of the room, “I’m sorry about this Anthony,” she started, “I can’t do what you’re expecting me to do.”
In a flash he grabbed her and was upon her and in that instant she noticed his strength wasn’t normal. He pressed her back onto the couch and got over her. His leg was forced between hers and she couldn’t quite kick him. Mentally she called for her scythe, for Apples, for anyone.
But there was nothing.
He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and ripped her shirt open with the other, “Come on doll.”
Her strength was severely limited too, she fought to get him off but her powers seemed sapped. She couldn’t blow or summon fire. And as she fought it seemed more hopeless. In a last ditch effort she popped her arms out with a quick jerk and slammed her head full force into his nose.
Anthony flipped back off the couch and fell to the floor. Luckily for her the pain tolerance that she had didn’t go down and neither did her flexibility. She got to her feet straightening her arms out and pushing her skirt down. Her legs were rubbed red from the fabric of his pants.
“Fucking ass hole,” she shouted, “I should kill you.”
He sprung back to his feet and slammed her back into the couch, her hands pinned behind her this time and her legs apart where so that he couldn’t be kicked. His mouth went down on her neck and there was a sharp pain. The pain turned into a burning sensation and then she knew what was happening.
She worked her hand down into the back of her skirt and got her fingers around a slick metal object that had been tucked against her leg. It took her a moment to get the object into the right position but as she got it pressed into her bare back she slipped her finger through the guard that protected the trigger and fired.
The bullet ripped through her back and into the chest of stomach of the man, he jolted slightly and the brought his face back up by hers, “You’ll have to do better than that,” his lips stained with her blood. Now she had a clear view of the fangs.
But Vampires usually didn’t give her this much trouble.
The door to the room opened sharply and a leggy blonde walked in and grabbed the man off of her. There was a loud electric pop and Anthony flew back into the wall hitting a picture and causing it to fall down.
His body was covered in arcing streams of electricity. The blonde was easily recognizable now, she pulled Dee to her feet. “Good to see you, Angel,” Dee said.
“What are you doing down here Death?” asked Angel, her gray eyes stern now.
“Looking for you,” Dee answered.
Angel rolled her eyes, “Fine lot you got yourself into, and how long did you plan to check out the VIP room that’s only ten by twenty before you realized I wasn’t here…”
“Sorry.”
The blonde walked over to the Vampire crumpled on the ground, “Boy I should really tear into your shit, bitch,” she pulled him up against the wall by the neck, “What have I told you fuckers about using my club as an all you can eat buffet?”
“Sorry Miss Saint John.”
“Bet your ass you are,” Angel said, “I could dust you right here, you know.”
“I know,” he answered in a frightened voice.
“Be glad I’m feeling charitable—but you know the kind of shit I could get into if the Council found out what you’d done here…” she dropped him to the floor, “Now get out of.”
He scampered from the room like a roach from the light, shutting the door behind him. Angel turned back to Dee, her long blue sparkly gown caught the light in an awkward fashion, “Your powers won’t work here, am I right?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Because I built the club so that Angels and Demons lose most of their abilities upon entry,” Angel said, “Some sort of mystic mumbo jumbo…” Angel ran her hand back through her hair.
“Madeleine and I need your help,” she said.
“Now what would make me want to leave my nice cushy life and help the likes of you,” Angel said, “I could possibly get dirty or mess up my hair…or any number of other things that are unbecoming of a business woman.”
Angel was the definition of fashion, starting at her Donatella Versace dress right down to her Manolo Blahniks. She was perfect in every way—on the outside.
“This won’t be anything that even requires you to go outside of your normal realm of things,” Dee said as she buttoned her shirt back up the bullet wound had already started to heal, “We just need some information on a person and some artifacts.”
Angel’s eyebrows spiked in interest, “Darling, did you say artifacts?”
“Very valuable ones that Michael and Lucifer created long ago,” Dee walked over to the bar and opened a bottle of vodka pouring it into a napkin, she wiped the blood from the side of her neck.
“You mean the Talismans of the Great Old Ones?” Angel laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Dee asked.
“The majority of them are in Hell, and the ones that aren’t are hidden in the most trivial of objects at times,” Angel said, “Finding them all is nearly impossible…unless someone found the Priest…”
“What Priest?”
“The Priest of the Old Ones,” Angel explained.
Dee’s eyes were wide, “What can you tell me about him?”
“Not much, I didn’t help hunt him down—I had an appearance to keep up even back then,” Angel said.
“Of course,” Dee started, “Who can I talk to?”
“The one they left out—Amandah,” Angel said.
“We know her, but we need your help finding her,” Dee said.
“Why didn’t you say so, Death?” Angel said, “But first we need to get you into some style—you can’t be seen with me looking like that.”
“So you’ll help us?” Dee asked.
“In more than one way, hopefully,” Angel said.
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