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Authors: Ellen Schreiber
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best to leave things as they were.
The plastic bracelet on my arm would be a dead giveaway to Alexander about my sneak-in to the club. I hated to keep a secret from him, but I had to think things through before I made the right decision.
If I cut the bracelet off, I didn‘t stand a chance of being let back in. I got up and grabbed my suitcase and snatched out a small Black Catz travel bag. Inside was a Hello Batty terry cloth wristband. I slid it on and buried the plastic bracelet safely underneath.
I imagined myself back at the manor house, Alexander holding me in his arms as we lay hidden away in his coffin in his monster-sized attic room. Nothing from the outside world or the Underworld could distract us from the love that we shared together.
6
Dungeon Dreams
I wasn‘t even sure what time it was; I only knew I was back at the Dungeon. The catacombs were filled with vampires—lurking, thirsting, hungering, stalking—hidden behind archways and in full view. Suddenly I was surrounded by a gang of vampire clubsters. The dance floor was converted into a medieval baptism of sorts. A covered coffin was lying in the center of the dirt dance floor enclosed by six-foot-high candelabras. At the helm, two hooded members were holding court in ornate hand-carved thrones fit for vampire kings. Clubsters began chanting, ―New blood, new blood.‖
―What‘s going on?‖ I asked. I finally found Onyx and Scarlet in the crowd of chanting vampires.
―We‘re initiating a new member,‖ Onyx revealed excitedly.
My stomach caved in. I wasn‘t ready to bear witness to someone going under ―the fang.‖
―Who?‖ I asked.
Scarlet laughed. ―It‘s you!‖
The crowd turned to me and all of a sudden clubsters were lifting me up and passing me over them like I was Queen of the Mosh Pit.
The clubsters continued to chant, ―New blood, new blood.‖
I did my best to fight off the sea of black and bloodred-fingernailed hands, but two fists and two combat-booted feet didn‘t stand a chance against the force of a crowd of hungry vampires.
―I‘m not ready!‖ I cried. ―I‘m waiting for Alexander!‖
Before I knew it, they lowered me onto the coffin and held my arms at bay, red-eyed vampires chanting, ―New blood, new blood‖ around me.
―Get off!‖ I cried, but the clubsters held my arms and legs tightly. I noticed two familiar faces in the crowd around me—Primus and Poison.
―Primus! Poison!‖ I called to them. ―Tell them I‘m not ready to join!‖
―We told you the Coffin Club had changed,‖ Primus said.
―You should have stayed with us, but instead you got curious and opened the Dungeon door,‖ Poison said. ―Now we are members, too!‖ She flashed her fangs at me.
A pair of cloaked members arose from their thrones and approached me. The smaller one held a goblet with one hand and with his other dipped his fingers into the cup. Then, like dripping wax, he drizzled the warm liquid on my neck, making soft strokes, marking me with a bloody X.
―No,‖ I cried. ―Get off of me!‖
The vampire took off his hood. All I saw was white hair and two red eyes. It was Jagger.
I turned away. There in the crowd staring straight back at me was Alexander. I sensed his disappointment in finding me here in the Coffin Club. I reached out, but he backed away and disappeared into the crowd.
The other hooded member approached me. A gold-fanged female unveiled his hood and jagged purple hair flopped out.
Phoenix grinned a menacing grin, his fangs as sharp as knives. He leaned into me and plunged his teeth into my neck.
―No!‖ I tried to cry, but I was voiceless.
I awoke with a gasp, in a pool of perspiration, my hands around my neck.
Multicolored Grateful Dead bear figures danced on the fireplace mantel. An African drum lay next to an antique rocker. Light from the window shone through as the sun began rising over the trees. I was out of breath, but I sighed with relief. I was locked away safe in my
The plastic bracelet on my arm would be a dead giveaway to Alexander about my sneak-in to the club. I hated to keep a secret from him, but I had to think things through before I made the right decision.
If I cut the bracelet off, I didn‘t stand a chance of being let back in. I got up and grabbed my suitcase and snatched out a small Black Catz travel bag. Inside was a Hello Batty terry cloth wristband. I slid it on and buried the plastic bracelet safely underneath.
I imagined myself back at the manor house, Alexander holding me in his arms as we lay hidden away in his coffin in his monster-sized attic room. Nothing from the outside world or the Underworld could distract us from the love that we shared together.
6
Dungeon Dreams
I wasn‘t even sure what time it was; I only knew I was back at the Dungeon. The catacombs were filled with vampires—lurking, thirsting, hungering, stalking—hidden behind archways and in full view. Suddenly I was surrounded by a gang of vampire clubsters. The dance floor was converted into a medieval baptism of sorts. A covered coffin was lying in the center of the dirt dance floor enclosed by six-foot-high candelabras. At the helm, two hooded members were holding court in ornate hand-carved thrones fit for vampire kings. Clubsters began chanting, ―New blood, new blood.‖
―What‘s going on?‖ I asked. I finally found Onyx and Scarlet in the crowd of chanting vampires.
―We‘re initiating a new member,‖ Onyx revealed excitedly.
My stomach caved in. I wasn‘t ready to bear witness to someone going under ―the fang.‖
―Who?‖ I asked.
Scarlet laughed. ―It‘s you!‖
The crowd turned to me and all of a sudden clubsters were lifting me up and passing me over them like I was Queen of the Mosh Pit.
The clubsters continued to chant, ―New blood, new blood.‖
I did my best to fight off the sea of black and bloodred-fingernailed hands, but two fists and two combat-booted feet didn‘t stand a chance against the force of a crowd of hungry vampires.
―I‘m not ready!‖ I cried. ―I‘m waiting for Alexander!‖
Before I knew it, they lowered me onto the coffin and held my arms at bay, red-eyed vampires chanting, ―New blood, new blood‖ around me.
―Get off!‖ I cried, but the clubsters held my arms and legs tightly. I noticed two familiar faces in the crowd around me—Primus and Poison.
―Primus! Poison!‖ I called to them. ―Tell them I‘m not ready to join!‖
―We told you the Coffin Club had changed,‖ Primus said.
―You should have stayed with us, but instead you got curious and opened the Dungeon door,‖ Poison said. ―Now we are members, too!‖ She flashed her fangs at me.
A pair of cloaked members arose from their thrones and approached me. The smaller one held a goblet with one hand and with his other dipped his fingers into the cup. Then, like dripping wax, he drizzled the warm liquid on my neck, making soft strokes, marking me with a bloody X.
―No,‖ I cried. ―Get off of me!‖
The vampire took off his hood. All I saw was white hair and two red eyes. It was Jagger.
I turned away. There in the crowd staring straight back at me was Alexander. I sensed his disappointment in finding me here in the Coffin Club. I reached out, but he backed away and disappeared into the crowd.
The other hooded member approached me. A gold-fanged female unveiled his hood and jagged purple hair flopped out.
Phoenix grinned a menacing grin, his fangs as sharp as knives. He leaned into me and plunged his teeth into my neck.
―No!‖ I tried to cry, but I was voiceless.
I awoke with a gasp, in a pool of perspiration, my hands around my neck.
Multicolored Grateful Dead bear figures danced on the fireplace mantel. An African drum lay next to an antique rocker. Light from the window shone through as the sun began rising over the trees. I was out of breath, but I sighed with relief. I was locked away safe in my
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