Platonic Hazard:World is Mine

The music pumping through the room was sensational. I always got a kick out of hearing my own music played back in remixes. Haze was behind me, his hands on my hips, moving in time with my body and those around us. Despite not being a Were, I liked their clubs. The unabashed way they acted, the semi to complete nudity, the raw sexuality that filled the air was almost welcome. I didn't have to be in disguise. I passed through the club scene so often it wasn't an oddity for me to show up any more. For safety sake, the black wig and green contacts were in my bag in the locker room. I had small comfort in knowing I was surrounded by people that could become animals as big as cars in the blink of an eye if pushed to it.

Haze turned me to face him and grinned. "See!?" he shouted over the blaring noise. "I told you this was what you needed!" I smiled in return, then watched as his gaze traveled past me, focusing on someone in the distance. His grin widened and he leaned down to press his lips to mine. "I think I see potential. You'll be ok alone for a few right?" I chuckled and nodded, then watched as he sauntered off, making his way towards a leggy redhead. I focused on him a bit longer, then turned, only to find myself staring at some ones chest. Blinking, I let my gaze wander upwards.

The man standing before me smiled, and I noted with some interest his teeth were pointed. He was a vamp. It wasn't uncommon for other races to be involved in the wolf club scene...hell my mother often went with her boyfriend, a Were named Dallas. But to have a vamp approach so...close...was rare in itself. I continued my inspection of his lower half then let my gaze rise to his...and froze. Instead of the placid, calm, rich color one expected from most vamps, the eyes that stared back at me were as bright red as a drunk far over the limit. He wasn't a vamp...he was a demon. Fuck.

I smile sheepishly back, then begin to move backwards, pressing through the bodies before me. He kept his eyes on me, a frown now adorning his face. 'That's right bucko' I thought, continuing to push my way towards the locker room. 'Stay there like a good boy until mama gets out of here.' I scanned the crowd for Haze. I spotted his pants hanging on a hook by one of the private booths in the back. He had taken the redhead to bed and I cursed softly. The demon had started through the wave of heated bodies, his eyes locked on me. I finally made it to the outer edges and bolted for the lockers, almost colliding with a pair of lesbians coming out. I ignored their grumbles of people not watching themselves and hurried to my locker. I listened intently as I fumbled with the lock, desperate to get it open.

The door to the room opened and I froze, listening for the sound of footsteps. They were soft...but present. I managed ot get my locker open and pulled my bag out, unzipping it and shoving my hand inside. I scrounged until my fingers brushed against the soft hairs of one of my wigs. I pulled it out and grimaced. It was the lush red one I had bought last Halloween. I had only worn in once and even then for a few minutes. I tugged it on hastily, careful to adjust it evenly. The footsteps were now two rows over. Swallowing hard, I managed to put the contacts in with no problem and quickly dusted my face with a translucent powder to give my normally honey colored skin tone a slightly more sick look. I could hear him on the other side now, running his hands along the lockers. He chuckled softly and I shuddered. "Little demon little demon...come out wherever you are". I closed my eyes for a moment then gathered my bag up, turning to leave.

A low, appreciative whistle caused me to freeze instead. Turning slowly, I stared down towards the other end. He was watching me, red eyes now partially covered by smokey glasses. In the light, it was clear my adversary was huge. Far bigger then either my father or Barak put together. He was dressed simply, tight fitting jeans and a loose, button down short sleeved shirt. A little over dressed for a Werewolf night club...but I suppose I had seen worse. His gaze traveled along my body and I suppressed another shudder. Instead I gave him a faint smile. "Forgive me for...intruding on you Miss". His tongue darted out to trace over his teeth. "I was wondering if you had by some chance spotted a white haired female come in here. Purple eyes. Skin a shade darker then your own?" I gave a soft, mental sigh. For all his looks...he was stupid. Batting my lashes, I pulled a pair of sunglasses from my purse and put them on. Hitting a rather heavy, southern belle accent I giggled. "Why...no..I don't believe I have. Its just little old me in here. And...Big ol' you". I giggled again and pushed my lips out into a slight pout. He looked me over again. I could tell he was contemplating what to do now. Take the southern girl at her word...or continue looking for a woman he knew was there...somewhere.

Sniffing I started to move off again. "I...do hope ya'all find her...I really must get goin' though. Peaople to see, things to do you know". I sent him a flirty smile then turned and rounded to corner...only to come up short as he was now standing in front of me again. I blinked and stared up at him. His gaze was one I had only seen to often. Added to that, there was a sizable and extremely noticable bulge now sittign in the front of his pants. I tore my gaze from it and smiled faintly. "Err...is..is there somethin' I can help you with?" The lust filled red eyes brightened some and I closed my own. Fuck...fuck...fuuuuuuck. His hand reached for me, and I automatically smacked it away. We both stared, him obviously confused and me shocked at what I had just done. His eyes rose to meet mine again and I let out a nervous laugh. "Oopsie...silly me...I...just slipped. SO many men here have been trying to oogle my goodies..." I laughed again and his lips quirked. He reached for me again. "I'm sure your goodies are worth more then oogleing." I glanced around, then out of reflex shoved him back. He stumbled and fell flat. I batted my lashes again. "Where I come from its customary to play hard to get...so....tag!" I giggled again, gathered my things, and bolted off in the opposite direction. Luckily he was still where I left him and I slipped out.

Haze was still busy in the booth. I decided to let him be and hurried from the club. The bouncer bid me goodnight and to come back soon. I nodded and started off down the street. I quickly dug out my cell and dialed the first number that came to mind. A deep, baritone voice answered. "Hullo?" I closed my eyes for a moment, then forced a cheery note into my tone. "Hey Kaz...its...Alina...can...can I come over?"