NightFall: Book One: Bloodlust Is the Cure for the Immortal Soul by Anastacia Kelley

warmly before lifting her glass and sipping her drink.
    Putty, Simone thought, lifting her own glass to take a healthy swallow. Mmm. Cold and delicious.
    Simone couldn’t help but smile. The bartender already seemed to be smitten with Indea. Maybe he was the one for her. But he was a bit too muscle-y for Simone’s tastes. He was probably a nice guy though.
    No more than five minutes later, Simone and Indea were on the dance floor. It was like they had no choice. One of their favorite songs s tarted playing. It was a remix of Enigma’s ‘Gravity of Love’. Enigma, hand s down, was their favorite . The trance mix of this song surpasses all others in their opinion. The beat would make even the most unenthusiastic dancer get up and move with excitement. It had a way of penetrating your very soul.
    The lights kept rhythm with the beat of the song. The strobes were pulsing in cadence to the sensual surge of harmony.
    At first, Simone and Indea danced with each other. Not long after, two rather nice looking guys began dancing with them. Indea swirled her hips to the pulsing beat, arms up and pumping. Simone’s wavy red locks flowed back and forth and side to side as she moved her body. She danced somewhat close to the guy whose name she did not know. He didn’t seem to mind one iota. He was definitely having the time of his life i f that whopper of a smile was anything to go by.
    About six minutes later, the song ended, much to the dismay of Indea and Simone, both of whom felt the disappointment.
    Both girls thanked the guys for the dance before heading back to the bar, parched from the exertion. The bartender again winked at Indea, this time giving her a sultry stare.
    Simone shook her head mentally as he got his fill of Indea.
    “Excuse me, sir?” Simone waited for him to acknowledge her. “This place is fantastic. It’s just gorgeous. I love the whole feel of it. Do you own it?”
    The bartender laughed. “I wish. But, no. A guy named Van Pirone owns it. I know he has a partner but I don’t know his name. They went into business together a while back. I can tell you want to compliment him. Lots of people do. Usually, if he comes in, he sits in the shaded corner.” He pointed to a secluded spot. “He keeps to himself mostly. He sits in that darkened corner whenever he comes in. He likes to observe people. See how they take to his club.” He looked at Indea. “Name’s Michael.”
    “Michael. I’m Indea and this is my very best friend, Simone.” Indea introduced, shaking his hand.
    “Lovely names for such lovely looking ladies.” Michael declared. He took Simone’s hand and shook it longer than was necessary. “If you want to talk to Van, he usually gets here at eleven.” He glanced at his watch. “He’ll be here in less than a n hour if you’d like to wait,” he suggested.
    “Great. Thanks, Michael.” Indea raised her glass. “These are delicious by the way.” She took another sip of her Long Island Iced Tea.
    “The pleasure’s all mine, Indea.” He touched her hand before moving to the other side of the bar to serve more thirsty patrons.
    “He’s definit ely from somewhere in England,” Indea perceived.
    Simone sipped her virgin Pina Coloda. “You’ve found some one already, huh?”
    Indea’s head canted to one side. “Eehh.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “No sparks.” Indea said simply. “He’s from En gland. Better suited for you,” she teased.
    Simone shook her head sharply. “No thank you. But what do you mean, no sparks? You both looked like you really hit it off.”
    “Yeah, I know it looks that way, but, no. When he touched me. No zing . You know what I mean, Simone?”
    “Yes. I think I do.”
    “Well, we have less than an hour until Van shows. Dance?” Indea suggested .
    “You read my mind.” Simone grabbed Indea’s hand and walked back out onto the dance floor.
    *
    Indea checked the clock adorning the wall near the front door. She nudged Simone.