Allure (Book II) Chapter VI – Writings On The Wall

117826_1221599933279_full 2Allure (Book II) Seers Of The Night

by DarkJade

Chapter I – Indifference

Chapter II – Old Friends

Chapter III – Changes

Chapter IV – Believe

Chapter V – Reemergence

Chapter VI – Writings On The Wall

“If I’m so dead, then why am I still standing…”

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NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

THE PANAMA CLUB

The most popular club in town, the Panama Club, is as busy as ever…

With patrons lined up and down the sidewalks outside, in hopes of getting in.

 

INSIDE THE PANAMA

Inside, the dance floor, and seating is filled to the brim…

With scary looking, dark sunglass wearing bouncers staggered every thirty feet leaned up against its inner walls.

Girls, drugs, music, anything a party seeking mortal could hope for, all within their grasp…

As long as they have enough cash…

 

THE BACKROOM

Meanwhile, in the backroom, Nolan Prosk, leader of the current rise of vampires, sits behind his desk and listens to mortal drug lords beg Philip, his secondhand man, for leniency in delivering payment. He’s smiling maniacally, as he smokes a long cigarette, as too of his thug vampires hold onto the drug lord.

“I just need a bit more time Mr. Phillip sir… Then I’ll have your money…” he pleads.

“Maybe if you stopped sniffing the profits up your pathetic human nose, I would not be bothered with such things, when I should be out greeting Mr. Prosk’s guests…” replies Phillip.

“Kill him…” he then says.

“NO! NO!” pleads the drug lord.

Just then, Prosk stops smiling.

“Wait…” he speaks.

Vincent steps forward “I sense it too…”

Prosk waves his hand, and his vampire thugs let the drug lord go.

 

INSIDE THE CLUB

An exceptionally good looking, black haired man steps into the club, and immediately six or more girls swoon to him.

It’s La Fon…

He steps down the stairs as he casts his penetrating gaze across the dance floor.

Two security thugs move at him, as he hasn’t paid to get in, but with one look of his now glowing red eyes, they back off into the shadows.

 

AN ABANDONED OFFICE BUILDING

AN OFFICE ON THE 20TH FLOOR

Roy and Uncle Tom are eating Chinese food, while Arram stands by the window, arms crossed, peering into the night and city below.

Suddenly Arram drops to one knee.

Roy jumps up, and goes to her.

“Arram, are you alright?” he questions as he kneels down by her.

“La Fon… He’s here… In the city,” she speaks in what sounds almost like a solemn chant.

Uncle Tom grabs his cane, stands, and throws on his long black coat.

“Then we have no time to waste!” he loads his revolver, and one handed crossbow, and attaches them to his belt.

“NO!” Arram says loudly as she stands, holding her hand out towards her Uncle.

“Stay here… They’re looking for you…” she explains.

“And me?” questions Roy.

“It’s him they want, they won’t be looking for you, especially when you dye your hair black…” with this she tosses Roy a bottle of black hair dye.

Roy catches it, and just stares at Arram.

 

PANAMA CLUB

La Fon makes his way through the dance floor, several woman still following, and clawing at him.

Meanwhile, all of the security bouncers, who are all actually vampires, watch him as he goes.

 

BACK OFFICE

Suddenly the back office doors open, and two vampire guards step into the room.

“Sir…” they start to say, but then La Fon steps into the room, right passed them.

Vincent steps out of the shadows, “Hello La Fon…”

La Fon looks at Vincent, “Vincent.”

“So you are La Fon…” speaks Nolan Prosk as he looks calmly at La Fon.

“I am truly honored to meet you,” Prosk continues as he gestures toward one of the two seats in front of his desk.

La Fon does not sit.

“And you’re Nolan Prosk…” La Fon replies.

“Yes… Yes I am,” Prosk replies with an almost air of nobility.

“Some privacy would be nice.” La Fon adds.

With this Prosk gestures, and all head out, including Vincent.

La Fon places his hand on Vincent’s shoulder as he passes, “You may stay Vincent.”

 

INSIDE THE CLUB

Roy and Arram step into the Panama club… Roy now has black dyed hair, and is wearing all black.

Arram is in a fairly tight black leather outfit, and has put on a bright red, chin length wig.

“Are you sure he’s in here? Your Uncle Tom and I never came anywhere remotely near the Panama club.” speaks Roy.

Arram tries to catch her breath, as a sudden chill rushes over her, “Oh… He’s here.”

DarkJade-

PICTURE CREDIT – Anime Boys

NEXT TIME… CLUBBEN

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