Endless Night
list. I watched her intently as she moved so smoothly with the music and that damn snake. Her thick mane of dreadlocks sat piled in a loose bun on top of her head with bits and pieces sticking out at random. The flaming columns, which sat on either side of the stage, flamed high and were beginning to heat up the area closest to the stage. Cyrus and I were only about five or six heads back from the thick of it, and I was beginning to sweat. Especially under my fancy lace mask Cyrus had so kindly brought along for me. A bead of sweat trickled down my brow, soaking the lace, and dripped onto my eyelash. The salty liquid burned my already irritated eye and it started to twitch uncontrollably. I wiped it as best I could, trying to remain stealthy with the action. I looked back to the tiny little crazy bitch on the stage and my breath caught in my throat. She was dancing, nothing had changed, but her eyes were focused on me. My eyes grew wide and I stared right back. My experience told me to stand my ground, to stare her down like I had nothing to fear. My intuition told me to get the fuck out of dodge. Keeping my eyes fixed on the woman, Azelie, my hand reached to grab the attention of Cyrus. She stared at me and I stared right back, scared out of my fucking mind.
    As quietly and nonthreatening as possible I said, “Cyrus, I think we should leave.”
    A hand slid around my waist and I felt a slim body press against my back. A sweet scent of woman’s perfume wafted into my nose. “But you’ve only just arrived darling, Donnie,” an all too familiar Hungarian voice hissed into my ear.
    Goddammit. What is this? Scary bitches ‘r’ us?
    Trying not to take my eyes off the woman on stage, I wriggled my way out of the grip on my waist. “It’s Dylan. My fucking name is Dylan,” I said through my teeth to the bitch still standing closely behind me. “Dominika, can I help you with something?”
    “I should be asking you the same question,” Dominika slithered her way between Cyrus and I. She stood between us pointing nonchalantly to the woman on stage, “Seems to me you’re the one needing help.”
    She laughed a raspy, sultry laugh. I wanted so badly to punch her directly in the throat, but I knew better. Dominika needed her ass kicked something fierce and there was no way I was going to be the one to do it. She was a bitch and a fucking scary one at that. Shit, she’d probably pummel my ass into the dirt if she got the chance. Although, watching her interest in the witchy woman on stage gave me an idea. She could pummel someone else just as quickly. Perhaps an ally I should make. And a Yoda moment I will have.
    “Yeah, not good,” I replied simply.
    “How did this happen?” She asked, but not me. She was talking to Cyrus. I was used to it. “How did our darling Donnie get herself on with a priestess?” her voice held no contempt for me as far as I could tell. It was a first.
    “Dylan,” Cyrus said plainly.
    “My sweet Cyrus,” she said as she stroked his thick bicep. “You smell like our girl…Dylan. You haven’t been snogging a mundane have you?” she giggled a bit and continued to touch his arm dramatically.
    “Yes I have,” his eyes remained on the woman. The one who actually mattered at that moment. The fucking scary one. The other scary one. “Dylan decided to visit the priestess. She liked the symbols.”
    “Lovely,” the Hungarian replied as she too stared at the woman on stage.
    They both watched the woman watching me. I’d let my eyes slide from the stage to the two beside me and back. As I had felt more than once in this scene , I was fucking clueless and scared out of my ass.
    “Well, you two have fun. I am off to find someone to eat.” Another giggle came from the once mostly terrifying Hungarian girl.
    “Not that I’m complaining,” I said still staring at the stage, “but I have to say, I’m surprised you are behaving yourself. Honestly, I cringed when I heard your voice in my ear.

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