The Scene (16 page)

CHAPTER 17

              Two hours and four pounds of make-up later, Tatum and I were the embodiment of vamp tramp. Clad in fishnet stockings and blood red lipstick, no pun intended, I looked as though I had just finished reading the latest vampire hunter thriller. Tatum donned a jet black, bobbed, wig that looked very similar to the one I had seen on the security videos. She stood atop black leather Mary Jane’s with a four inch heel. 

             
“Where exactly is it that we’re going dressed up like Robert Smith?” I asked blandly.

             
“A small underground place in the downtown area. She said it was on H Street downtown. I’ll use the GPS, chill out.” She was far too calm.

             
“If Fresno’s Downtown is anything like Downtown L.A., I’d better bring my .38,” I said it completely seriously; I was actually being very honest about the situation.

             
“You won’t need yo’ gat, foo’! We aren’t gonna run into any Crips. Maybe some bloods.” She laughed at her own joke. “They’re vampires not gangstas.”

             
“You’re right. I’ll bring my wooden stake.” I rolled my eyes as I shoved my gun in my newly purchased handbag.

             
With that attitude, you’ll end up behind a dumpster before I will.

I immediately apologized in my head for what I had thought. Usually I don’t bother apologizing in my head, but this time my thoughts could end up becoming a reality. 

             
“Are you ready, killer?” Tatum asked with her hand on the door knob.

             
“Well, shit, do I have a choice?” I was not looking forward to anymore vampire posers and their my-mommy-doesn’t-love-me bullshit.

             
“No.” And she was off.

             
I was betting my left tit that three things would happen tonight. One, my feet would fail me and I would fall on my ass. Two, Tatum was going to do something stupid. Three, someone was going to bleed. In no particular order, of course.

             
It only took ten minutes on the freeway to reach our destination. The establishment which we were scheduled to infiltrate seemed as though it had been hollowed-out and chocked up for parts decades ago. The metal roll up door was covered in graffiti and about a million wads of gum. Very colorful. The place looked void of life. I suppose that was the goal in an underground vamp club. I was very apprehensive, I was not a good liar when I was under pressure and I knew we’d be discovered as frauds and thrown out, or killed and drained of our blood.

What if these people were suspects in the Fresno killings?
What if this turned out to be some sick Texas Chainsaw Vampire family and these kids were set to lure us to our deaths?

I was lost in worry when my foot caught something immobile mid-stride. I looked down to find an obviously drunk homeless man sleeping in the gutter. I apologized for kicking him, which meant nothing since he was unconscious, and kept moving. Tatum moved swift and confident to the side entrance I didn’t know existed. This was a normal door with a knob and all
, though still metal and covered in graffiti as its big brother had been.

Side note: Downtown Fresno is a shithole.

              Tatum knocked quickly three times on the metal door. I wondered if this was code or just chance. We waited impatiently for a few long moments before we heard movement from the unknown space inside. A moment longer and the door creaked open slowly. Very dramatic. No one appeared in the doorway which I assumed was intentional and far too annoying to seem cool in anyway. Tatum sighed heavily and pushed the door open to the point it slammed flush against the wall fully open. She was a stickler for grand entrances. I could hardly see, the space was so dark - only candle light it seemed. Tatum walked right in with no hesitation. I, on the other hand, took a more restrained approach. I slid my feet slowly, left then right, until I was just inside the doorway. The musty smell of long closed in spaces wafted into my nostrils. Under that was the smell of old rusty metal. My eyes darted side, to side trying to make out the gray figures I could see all around me.

             
“Welcome,” said a small voice from the dark. The door slammed shut and I jumped out of my undies. “Please join our Haven.”

             
A very small and pixie-ish blonde girl was standing behind us. She donned a long crimson dress, bound tight with a black corset. She moved toward us, allowing the train of the dress to trail behind her. She carried a red candle; its flame flicking around her pointed chin. She smiled eerily as she moved right up on us. My eyes widened as she stood on tip-toe and kissed Tatum on the cheek. Apparently Tatum was hip to the game and returned the kiss, planting one on either cheek.

             
“Madam.” The little pixie squeaked out before stepping toward me.

My face scrunched involuntarily
, chin tucked to my chest, brows dropped, mouth tight. I wasn’t one for kissing strangers. Usually. Closing my eyes, I allowed the small girl to slide a light kiss on my cheeks. 

             
“There is no fear here. You need not hide from your awakening, young vampire. We are all of the blood here, my love.” She was crazy sweet, overtly innocent, and very, very scary. “My name is Shantressa. We are so pleased to have you here this evening. Thank you for gracing us with your loveliness.” Her eyes, illuminated by the flame of the candle, skimmed me up and down. “Please, this way.”

             
Shantressa, the mini-vamp, held her arm at length, pointing toward an even darker area of the massive warehouse. Her long, pointed, wizard sleeve nearly touched the floor as she did so. I looked to Tatum who appeared to be having a blast. Tatum could have a blast during a colonoscopy so that doesn’t say much about the situation.

             
Tatum followed Shantressa, I followed Tatum, and I prayed no one was following me. We entered the darker area, not quite as dark as it appeared from the door. A handful of Goth clad folks were lounging around on large overstuffed floor pillows. More candles, red of course, were set on every surface available dripping red wax in long overlapping lines. Wax splattered to the floor, strangely resembling blood spatter. I wasn’t able to make out facial details of the others in the room. They appeared only as bulky shadows with long appendages that flopped lazily about. The lighting had served its purpose. I couldn’t see shit and I was a little creeped out.

             
“Please sit among us. Join us in bloodletting. Landra, I have yet to be introduced properly to your lovely friend.” Shantressa lowered herself onto the nearest floor pillow.

             
“Charmaine is her name.” Tatum spoke smoothly as she herself lowered to the floor.

             
I, on the other hand, stood towering over everyone. All eyes were on me, anticipating my response. Probably.

             
Nervous as I was, all I could manage was, “Hey.” I released a crooked smile, lifting my stiff arm slightly from my side to offer a halfhearted wave.

             
“Alright. Please sit.” No one else spoke but the small blonde. I thought perhaps she was the ring leader or spokesperson. She seemed an inappropriate vampire leader, so small and meek. Lord knows, this was all way outside of my spectrum of knowledge.

             
I obliged her request and proceeded to lower myself to the floor, which was much farther away from my ass than I had anticipated. My heavy body came down with a thud, chattering my teeth, and sending a chunk-shaking quake up my body. Smiling like an awkward freshman at orientation, I quickly lowered my face and scooted my ass to its original destination. Finally situated on the pillow I sat quietly and waited for further instruction.

             
“Thank you all for gathering here, our Haven, my Coven.” A new voice, much thicker than the little pixies, slid through the room. I turned quickly to discover a tall, nicely rounded girl standing directly behind me. If I were to have looked straight up instead, I might have seen up her nose. She moved quietly to take a seat next to mine.

             
“I see new seekers here tonight.” Her voice was far different from the innocent, soft, miniature one the pixie girl possessed. This voice was smooth and a little dirty, like whiskey. It goes down smooth, burns inside. “Good evening, darling. I am Sandora.” She spoke to me directly but never insinuated she required a response. Her name peaked my interest, but my thoughts were skewed by the following shock.

Leaning forward slightly, Sandora struck a match and tossed in into the center of the circle we formed with our seated bodies. A sudden rush of flame burst upward and outward licking us all with its intense heat. As quickly as it had appeared
, it shrunk to a tolerable level.

             
“Can’t we die from carbine monoxide poisoning from the smoke?” I asked idiotically.

             
Every eye in the room turned to stare at me. I felt very stupid.

             
“There is adequate ventilation, if this concerns you.” The thick voice spoke into my left ear, sliding over my neck and shoulder with a chill.

             
“Okay, then.” I nodded quickly as though I was a fire marshal receiving satisfactory information.

             
“As we convene this night, keep in your hearts honor and respect. At this time, we will obtain life’s-blood from our chosen source. After which, we shall accept our newest seekers into our coven by process of bloodletting. Commence.” I sat in awe, unsure of the current process, and terrified at the thought of bloodletting.

             
“I’m sorry, what?” Surprise was plastered on my face along with a smidgen of fear.

             
“Landra, is this young lamb your source for the evening? Was she not made aware of the proceedings?” The thick voice held a tone of admonishment.

             
“She’s fine, madam. Only a little fear. My lover has yet to bleed for me. This was to be our first encounter together. My darling, it will be fine. You know I will not harm you.” Tatum assumed the role of little miss vampire in the blink of an eye.

             
“Of course, lover.” My nostrils flared as I spoke through my teeth and stared Tatum down. She had known this would happen all day and hadn’t said a word. She knew I’d never have come here if I’d known she’d be drinking my blood.

             
Doing what I could to keep up the façade, I moved to my knees and crawled to her with as much drama as I could muster. As I maneuvered myself to be seated before her, I snuck a glance around the room which was better lit. I could see faces. All of which were doing one of two things. Either, A: Stuck to a now open wound, or B: Staring at me. Sandora was the face nearest mine, aside from Tatum. She was beautiful. I hadn’t seen her in the light before this moment. As I looked into her eyes, I could see in my peripheral vision, Tatum produce a small silver blade.

Where the fuck did that knife come from?

My head turned away from her as she kissed my shoulder and whispered,

“I’m sorry. You have to know.” At that, she ran the blade across my bare shoulder creating a long, thick, fissure. I winced and felt my warm blood run slowly down my arm. Sandora smiled and blinked her aquamarine eyes, slow and deliberate. I felt Tatum’s tongue run smoothly up my bicep to the wound on my shoulder. Where there once was blood now felt cold with wet saliva.  Sandora, seemingly pleased, took on the task of producing blood from Shantressa. I understood the dynamic of the coven at that moment. Well, sort of.

             
Tatum’s body was warm next to me and her mouth was even warmer. Sandora used a very long knife to cut a gash in the little pixies thigh. I closed my eyes before the blood arrived. It was bad enough my best friend was tonguing my shoulder; I really didn’t need to watch that.

             
It felt as though an eternity had passed since I had opened my eyes. Tatum was working the bloody wound and I hoped it wouldn’t scar. I decided then and there that I was going to leave there with actual knowledge or I was going to fucking snap. I heard many sounds as my eyes were closed in avoidance. Mostly sucking and giggling. Then, finally, I heard the sounds of contentment. Heavy breathing, laughing, and whispers filled the room. I drummed up enough courage to open my eyes. I allowed one lonely eye to open, to peer around the room. Most of the groups were either done slurping or just finishing up. To my dismay I caught a glimpse of Sandora and Shantressa enjoying themselves far too much. I quickly closed the only eye I allowed to open and turned my head toward Tatum. I could feel her breathe on my face and opened my eyes, both of them. Her brows rose, as did her eyes, to meet mine. Slightly disgusted at the sight of my friend of twenty years latched onto my bleeding body, I adjusted my shoulder so she wasn’t right up in my face any longer. A few moments later, she removed her mouth from my skin, looked softly at the pink flesh, and kissed it again. Her blue eyes lifted once again to meet mine. Her face held a request for forgiveness. This was by far the strangest situation she and I had ever gotten ourselves into. I still wasn’t sure if she had intended on this particular event or not. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.