I flipped a page of the fashion magazine. Eyes feasting on things I had no interest in while I waited for Mary.
Again and again, I sipped my coffee. Damn it was good no lying. No wonder I always ended up at Midnight Coffee. Not that it opened at that off hour, what the hell, of course it was open all day and night long.

     Mumbling under my breath about some lame underwear, I sighed... What was the use of wearing a cloth if it looked like you'd be strolling the streets naked? Why not just wear a bikini and enjoy the sun?

So much for fashion.
I shut it with a smack, and closed my eyes to enjoy the sunlight penetrating the glass wall to my right.
Looking out on the streets, it all seemed normal. Cars rushing, people buzzing along the pavements, kids screaming at the stores across the streets, people holding hands and kissing.
     
     Something still, and motionless grabbed my attention. It was a male from his body fullness, his clothes were black as the void, and had a hood falling over his face... But I could feel his eyes from that distance. They were fixed on me.
That's silly. One can't see inside from outside. Not mentioning he's meters away. Too far.
     But I could feel him staring straight in my head.
I tried to breathe. Though ended up like a constricted exhale.
It was frightening not knowing what or who was there. The scents were too many to pinpoint which one was his. It all felt so confusing, like a child lost in a huge candy store.

    "Hey?"
"Aah!" I screamed jumping on the seat.
   Mary laughed sitting opposite me. Her eyes flew up and down on me. "Why is your heart beating like crazy?"
       "I...just was lost in thoughts."
She smirked rolling those eyes, then slapped something to the table.
"We going for a movie. It's new, it's epic, it's crazy."

   I arrowed eyes outside, the black shadow was gone.
"Agatha!" "What! What?"
She raised a brow. "What, is wrong with, you?"
     Wiping the perspiration off my forehead, I forced a smile.
"What movie?"
   "Cloak and Dagger!" She squealed excitedly.
"Isn't that a series?"
Mary huffed disappointedly.
"Don't be such a fun popper! These are not tickets idiot. These are entry cards to where we'll go before, the movie at my apartment."

   "Oh!"
She leaned closer. Eyes full of naughtiness and mischief.
"You better wear something sexy." "Why am I getting the chills? Mary, where are you taking me to?"
With a little giggle, she just grinned. "A partee!"
I slapped my forehead.
"You do know there's a lose scentless psycho-maniac that broke in my house, knocked off two men, and disposed a dead man on my balcony, PS, he had no heart?"

           She frowned.
Her face had fell off like an anchor. "So? Whoever that idiot is wouldn't dare come where we going. It'll be all Undeads at the partee!
"You're so dead if you manage to drag me there."
She flashed a wicked grin. "Technically, I died twenty years ago, thank you."
      "I hate you."
She stretched her lips in a smooch. "You know I love your ass, and everything else about you."
"You're  pathetic!"

Mary giggled, her exposed shoulders bounced softly.
"And that's why I became your best friend."
   Sighing defeated, I gazed outside. Somewhere, I could feel the penetrating pair of eyes. Watching me intently like they'd snatch my soul anytime.

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        Walking out of the car, I breathed in the concentrated scents of the Undeads. The building was well hidden between late night clubs along the street. There was nothing strange about one of the many entrances with loud music, just not as loud as the human clubs.

      Mary handed the cards to one of the bouncers at the entrance. They weren't as huge and gigantic as expected, but I knew they could easily break a neck if the need arises.
Their eyes came straight on me, bowing like peasants upon acknowledging my aura.
     The others on the line shifted eyes, but I hurried inside before getting anymore attention...

As expected, music, not so loud, but enough to give me a headache later on. Drinks, did I mentions that it wasn't just wine? Blood.
I was sure I'd throw up later too.

    Facing Mary, she already had a flute of blood to her lips, and handing me one. "There was wine honey. I made a special order that I'd bring along an Agatha Cruise. Crazy how the mention of your name makes these luns go haywire."
   Accepting it with a flat smile, I mouthed a 'thanks', and shifted attention to the bodies on the dance floor.
There were some seats and tables to the far corners, most which were occupied by couples, busy making out or whatever they were doing with the females on their laps.

   Lord!
I could even smell sex from the other side of one wall, where that green door led. Probably the bathrooms. It was a pub after all.
    "Remind me again why I accepted to come?"
Mary gave a side smirk that dripped of pure naughtiness.
"Because you're twenty one and have never really lived your life, and have a best friend that is willingly offering you chances to make the most of it, despite whatever bizarre beast dumped that body on your balcony."
   "Wow! That's quite a nice summary. Did I tell you that I could have stayed in bed without the need to be out here?" Asked raising a mocking brow.

One slap on my arm, and she squeezed her way in the crowd.
   I shot eyes to the ceiling, saying a quick prayer to heaven if it listened to me anymore. Then followed her.

  In there, I received a smack on my backside from one of the silly brainless men dancing. Which I ignored and quickened my pace.
     Finally, I was out of the multitude, and now facing some other groups that were just scattered here and there.
Locking eyes with Mary, she signalled me to follow her through the black door I hadn't seen before.
Once through it, the loud music seemed to fade, and it was all peacefully quiet.

    "Where the heck am I?" I murmured at the female entwining our elbows. It was dimly lit for sure, and a few black couches were dispersed around the huge room. Each with a glass table before it.
       "VIP idiot!"

A few giggles came from the females on the couches with little to say nothing on. Practically naked with the lacy bikini that only his their nipples and womanhood.
     As if the destination wasn't yet achieved, Mary dragged me yet to another room, which looked like the previous ones. Except, the scent of love was poisonously high in there. Of course, I at least spotted three naked couples on the couches.
And didn't even look up as we walked in.
   
    "Mary? I don't think we should be here!"

      She grinned in the golden light from the chandeliers.
I had long forgotten about the wine in my hand, and could have dropped it, if a hand from nowhere hadn't taken the flute.
        "She's waiting for you," the girl informed eyeing Mary.

I gazed at my so-called best friend. Was she a drug dealer or what the hell were we doing in the interior of a club?
     As if not ready to explain a thing, Mary walked through the red door to the right. A big grin was stuck on her pretty face.

And I recalled it when we entered what felt like, an office.
   There was a wide oak desk to the center. Two black couches at the corner facing each other... Other than that, it was soulless, yet full of females scents.
     "What are we-" A groan  from the couch cut me short. Before a girl popped her head.

Her skin was olive, her hair a deep shade of midnight, so were her eyes.
   "Oh hey!"

My posture remained solid as she rose, exposing to us her naked frame, then another brown-skinned female popped in a brown gown.
    They were definitely lesbians from what I was picking up in the air... The olive skin girl, maybe in her mid twenties, grinned at both of us, then blurred out of the room.

       "Mary? What a pleasant surprise!" The female possessing the flawless brown skin spoke. Her voice was that of a renowned opera singer, musical, and seductive.
  "And I see you brought the little Princess? Ah, Agatha, Cruise."
In one blink, she stood in front of me... I tried to move, but felt stuck on the ground. Every part of my being was frozen from the inside.

    "Don't be shocked as to why you feel, solid honey," she whispered caressing my cheek.
Gawd! That was embarrassing in every way. "You see, as much as we're on the same side, I can't just trust a Cruise. No hard feelings honey."
With that, she turned to Mary, who was perfectly in control of her body.

     "She's no threat Lisa. She's a good girl, trust me."

The Lisa female cackled evilly.
  "It's just hard to believe a Cruise means me no harm. Not after what they blamed me for decades ago."
I heard Mary sigh sadly.
"I know Lisa. But I brought her here because she has a leech starting to crawl on her back. A scentless leech."

  From the corner of my eye, I caught Lisa's reaction. It wasn't a pleased one, more like something has electrocuted her.
    She snapped fingers, and I could feel myself again.
A blast of air filled my lungs, realised how numb I'd been over the past three minutes.

"Scentless? But how's that?" Lisa quaked walking behind the desk to sit. She eyed us, the the two chairs before it. "Have a seat."
  Once we lowered ourselves on them, the air tightened. Too much tension between us.

     "The last time I heard of something like that, was centuries ago... Only one creature has the ability to discard its bodily scent...a triling. Its abilities are far more complicated than any Undead or Nataline. That's why they're an abomination. So far, only one triling is known to us all-" Lisa's eyes landed on me.

    "But you're still in your human side... So can't be you."

       "He or she could be anyone in the world. Who would keep track of creatures born to every generation?" I questioned curious.
Lisa pinched the bridge of her nose. "There are records kept. We don't just give birth in human hospitals you know. So yah, there are records."

     My mind started replaying occasions, memories... My blood. It had only one compatible type...Will's blood.
I'd seen him the other night, or had hallucinated, still don't know... It was that same night that the body had been dumped there. And he wasn't the biggest fan of Harry, not after he killed a date right before his eyes, or his best friend.

      "Agatha?" Someone was calling, but who?
Not till a slap fell on my left cheek. "Ow! What the hell?"
Mary didn't smile or smirk as usual. Which reminded me that I was in a club, with a stranger.
"Are you alright? You kinda blacked out again."
      I nodded, feeling some edginess creep in. I had an idea of who it could be. Damnation! I knew who had done the killing. William Denver.

Lisa  perked a curious brow  at me.
   'You know him, don't you? Yes. He's back, and he's vicious, dangerous, and...obsessive of vengeance. I had an encounter with him a few days ago. He forgotten everything you'd want him to remember. I'm not the bad guy here, nor am I the good one. Be careful Agatha Cruise. Very, very, careful.' Lisa's voice said in my head.

I froze like I'd been dipped in a frozen river. Mary couldn't help me. Would she even understand how I'd known him? Or would she go after him with the need to slice out his throat.
         
     "I'll see what information I can get from my sources. Maybe someone has spotted this creature." The female said, her tone sympathetic, so different from the threatening one that had been in my head.
Mary nodded getting up.

    "Thanks Lisa. We'll be on our way out."

   "Feel free to stop again. Or join the dance floor."
Her eyes averted to me. The creepy frightening grin spread evenly on her face. 'You never know what to find there.'

Walking through the doors again, I left with a heavy load in my heart... Lisa knew him. He'd come to her. Why?
   Why had he forgotten everything? Forgotten me?

As we joined the sweaty bodies filled on the dance floor, Mary whispered in my ear. "I forgot my purse in Lisa. I'll go grab it, okay?" "Sure!"
With that, she flashed back in there, leaving me alone to the hungry eyes.
     Someone pushed me to the group. I spun on the high heels unsteadily, but landed against a man's chest. He coiled hands on my back, and dug his face on my neck. He smelled like blood. Human blood. It was disgusting, nauseating even.

     "Can I have a taste of you honey?"
"Get those filthy hands off me you bastard!" Yelled pushing him with such force that he fell butt-first on the floor. The people around didn't give two cares about him, after all, fights were normal.

   My stomach churned to the blood in the air, the sweat, the sex. Gawd! I'd have loved to puke on that bastard, but I chose to dash out before I threw up my entire insides.
Fresh cold air replaced the dump one from the club in my lungs.
I inhaled, again and again. Sweat was trickling down my forehead.
    Some on my cleavage.

Get in the car Agatha!
Following my inner conscious I did, but a hand shot out from thin alley between the clubs, yanked me in it, while another one covered my mouth.

      All I could smell was a human, his cologne was manly, and definitely expensive, probably worth my life.
You can take him out.
"Who. Are. You?"
Whoa! Wasn't that...
   I muffled under his large palm. And my body was whirled around. Even in the darkness, I could see his eyes, outline every feature on his face.
      The hand on my mouth was dropped. "Oh gawd! It's you?" Whispered pushing my head to his chest. I didn't care if he had gone blank in the brain. Or that he could easily kill me and get away with it. Just wanted to feel him.

A growl erupted from the back of his throat, then a hand was curling on my neck, pushing me back till I was plastered on the opposite wall behind me.
    "Who. Are. You?"

I said nothing. Was he expecting me to talk with a hand choking me?
   As if he'd heard that, Will let go.
I coughed a few times, before raising my flushed face to look at him. "I'm Agatha Will, you used to call me A-" The hand covered my mouth again.
     "You must be the granddaughter of Athaga? Head of the Underworld?"

I nodded. My heart beating triple its pace.
    "Sorry honey. You're pretty and all, but I gotta do my job."
My incoherent grumble was cut in by the sudden blackness that kicked in from all sides.