busy though. Their heads were bent and they were giggling over something. They didn’t look up as he flew past and slipped behind some Shapeshifters, following them through a heavy fire escape door and into the club.
He found himself on a concrete landing, at the top of some stairs. There were at least five hundred unhumans beneath him, all lit ghoulishly by strobe lighting. He scanned the crowd, his eyes lighting on a group of Thirsters hanging around the edge of the dance floor. They were slightly anaemic looking, clearly on the prowl, even though it was forbidden. A group of young Shapeshifters, barely old enough to shift, were dancing right next to them, totally oblivious to the fact they were being eyed up like dancing entrées.
Lucas spotted the leader of the Thirsters easily – a skinny boy in his early twenties with auburn hair, wearing a dirty white tank top. The saliva was dripping from his fangs. He’d do, Lucas thought to himself, already at the top of the stairs. One fewer Thirster in this world. Not exactly a tragedy. The Shapeshifter kids would live to shift another day.
Lucas was down the stairs and moving swiftly through the crowded dance floor towards the Thirsters before he noticed the projection on the wall. A wildly dancing Shapeshifter bumped into his shoulder and lurched with a confused yelp backwards, unable to figure out what the invisible obstacle in his way was, but Lucas kept standing there unmoving, staring at the wall.
Staring at himself.
Chapter 10
They started walking down a narrow corridor towards another door at the far end. Evie could hear the thump of loud music and the tribal drum beats of what sounded like a thousand unhumans stampeding just the other side of it. The sweat was turning to ice against her spine. A blast of wind whipped past her, making her shiver. She kept walking, Issa ushering her forwards. Just before the door there was a cloakroom. Two girls were sitting outside, heads bent over an iPad.
‘He’s so freaking hot,’ one said, grasping the screen and pulling it closer. ‘I really hope they don’t kill him. Maybe they could just banish him. Hell, I’d take banishment, even to the Thirster realms, if I got to stare at him all day long.’
Evie peered over Jamieson’s shoulder trying to see who they were talking about, but Issa pulled her back out of sight, frowning hard at her.
‘Oh hey, Flic!’ the other cloakroom girl said, glancing up and noticing them. ‘Watch out tonight, there’s like totally loads of Scorpio deviants wandering around looking for some action. Jules keeps letting them in.’
‘Thanks for the tails up,’ Flic said, moving swiftly past them. ‘Think I can handle a Scorpio.’
‘Flic, no fighting!’ the girl called after her. ‘You know the rules.’
‘Hey, Jamieson, looking hot, I like the shift,’ the other shouted.
‘Brad Pitt – if only it was actually him,’ the other girl sighed.
‘Hey, how do you know I’m not the real Brad Pitt?’ Jamieson asked, laughing.
‘As if Flic could land Brad Pitt,’ the first girl said, snorting through her nose.
Issa was already pushing her way through the door, so Flic’s answer was muted by the noise that boomed out. As she followed after them, Evie glanced down at the iPad the two girls were looking at and felt her heart smash into the roof of her mouth. She had guessed right. They were looking at pictures of Lucas. Even upside down there was no mistaking those sullen grey eyes and razor-sharp cheekbones. A hand on her arm alerted her to the fact she had stopped walking and was staring dumbly, her mouth hanging open. Issa yanked her through the door before the two girls on cloakroom duty could notice.
‘Did you see that?’ Evie gasped. ‘They were looking at pictures of Lucas. Why were there photographs of Lucas on Face …’ She stopped mid-sentence, her words evaporating instantly into the whirl of noise and flashing lights that assaulted her. Before them was an
He found himself on a concrete landing, at the top of some stairs. There were at least five hundred unhumans beneath him, all lit ghoulishly by strobe lighting. He scanned the crowd, his eyes lighting on a group of Thirsters hanging around the edge of the dance floor. They were slightly anaemic looking, clearly on the prowl, even though it was forbidden. A group of young Shapeshifters, barely old enough to shift, were dancing right next to them, totally oblivious to the fact they were being eyed up like dancing entrées.
Lucas spotted the leader of the Thirsters easily – a skinny boy in his early twenties with auburn hair, wearing a dirty white tank top. The saliva was dripping from his fangs. He’d do, Lucas thought to himself, already at the top of the stairs. One fewer Thirster in this world. Not exactly a tragedy. The Shapeshifter kids would live to shift another day.
Lucas was down the stairs and moving swiftly through the crowded dance floor towards the Thirsters before he noticed the projection on the wall. A wildly dancing Shapeshifter bumped into his shoulder and lurched with a confused yelp backwards, unable to figure out what the invisible obstacle in his way was, but Lucas kept standing there unmoving, staring at the wall.
Staring at himself.
Chapter 10
They started walking down a narrow corridor towards another door at the far end. Evie could hear the thump of loud music and the tribal drum beats of what sounded like a thousand unhumans stampeding just the other side of it. The sweat was turning to ice against her spine. A blast of wind whipped past her, making her shiver. She kept walking, Issa ushering her forwards. Just before the door there was a cloakroom. Two girls were sitting outside, heads bent over an iPad.
‘He’s so freaking hot,’ one said, grasping the screen and pulling it closer. ‘I really hope they don’t kill him. Maybe they could just banish him. Hell, I’d take banishment, even to the Thirster realms, if I got to stare at him all day long.’
Evie peered over Jamieson’s shoulder trying to see who they were talking about, but Issa pulled her back out of sight, frowning hard at her.
‘Oh hey, Flic!’ the other cloakroom girl said, glancing up and noticing them. ‘Watch out tonight, there’s like totally loads of Scorpio deviants wandering around looking for some action. Jules keeps letting them in.’
‘Thanks for the tails up,’ Flic said, moving swiftly past them. ‘Think I can handle a Scorpio.’
‘Flic, no fighting!’ the girl called after her. ‘You know the rules.’
‘Hey, Jamieson, looking hot, I like the shift,’ the other shouted.
‘Brad Pitt – if only it was actually him,’ the other girl sighed.
‘Hey, how do you know I’m not the real Brad Pitt?’ Jamieson asked, laughing.
‘As if Flic could land Brad Pitt,’ the first girl said, snorting through her nose.
Issa was already pushing her way through the door, so Flic’s answer was muted by the noise that boomed out. As she followed after them, Evie glanced down at the iPad the two girls were looking at and felt her heart smash into the roof of her mouth. She had guessed right. They were looking at pictures of Lucas. Even upside down there was no mistaking those sullen grey eyes and razor-sharp cheekbones. A hand on her arm alerted her to the fact she had stopped walking and was staring dumbly, her mouth hanging open. Issa yanked her through the door before the two girls on cloakroom duty could notice.
‘Did you see that?’ Evie gasped. ‘They were looking at pictures of Lucas. Why were there photographs of Lucas on Face …’ She stopped mid-sentence, her words evaporating instantly into the whirl of noise and flashing lights that assaulted her. Before them was an
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