Pyke

Camila

The NIGHT STALKER CLUB is grandiloquent in red neon bold letters—it’s blindingly bright as to obscure my vision.

The club is best known for elites and celebrities, but my cousin has the luck to work as one of the bartenders. I’m glad to hear the news of re-opening after the last month’s incident. It means my cousin is back in his work.

Bianca presents our ID to one of the bouncers who looks huge and intimidating. He gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look younger than my age but I’m already twenty one and I just got my college degree.

The bass frequencies from the huge sound systems reverberate through my chest cavity. My eyes widen in amazement to see the virtual music playing on the 3D walls. Laser lights flash patterns to the dance floor, and it simultaneously changes colors to the beat of the music. Pretty awesome, I must say.

The DJ plays one of the most popular hit songs on the chart. People yell in excitement, hands raising in the air as they move like in slow motion.

Bianca and Megan drag me to the crowded dance floor. The smell of sweat, perfumes, and booze don’t stop me from swaying my hips as I watch my friends are also dancing with me.

I grin and close my eyes. It feels good to get lost in the music thumping through the speakers. The beat of the music starts pulsating my body as I follow the rhythm.

We dance for I don’t know how long until I am sweaty and slick. My breathing catches and my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

Bianca says something that I can’t make out any words.

“What?” I yell.

We bark into laughter when we clearly can’t understand one another. We get ourselves out of the dance floor, even so, the music is still loud for us to start chatting.

“I need a drink!” Megan yells to my ear.

I nod in agreement, yelling back, “I need a restroom!”

She leans her face closer, pointing to the empty table at the left corner of the bar. “We’ll be there.”

room. I groan inwardly as I see the line of women waiting outside the ladies room is

hand grabs me on my arm. I yelp in

narrowing down at me. His fake blond hair

hell are you doing in

people go to the nightclubs, Kill?” I bark

me you’re coming?” he asks, though he knows already the answer. His pierced brows meet, clearly not

me. I don’t want an hour of his lecture on why I come tonight though, that’s why I did not tell

if you will allow

and it’s too loud and crowded for you,” he says as

have eyes, and the last time I checked my

Seconds later he sighs

to do anything. We’re already

found a table.”

nods glumly, looking at the long line of women. “Do

“Yup.”

a perfect cousin though he’s overprotective and annoying sometimes.

as we stop in front of the door with ‘for employees use only’ sign at an eye level.

your friends once you’re done and lock the door after you, okay?” He inspects me from head to toe, shaking his head,

I know he’s going to berate me for what I wear tonight. I’ll think about what to answer later, or I might shut my mouth up for

I get inside the restroom, uttering thank you. This is a hundred times cleaner than the

I’m done with my deeds, I pat my hands dry with a paper towel while taking a look at myself in the mirror. I re-coat my lips with the red

Closing the door behind me with a sigh of satisfaction,

A voice of a woman makes me to a standstill.

My brow

God, faster!”

grunts. His single word gives me shiver, and something

narrow hallway—a dark wooden door is just a few steps away from me.

God, more! Harder!” the woman yells in between pants. “Make