The nightclub was alive with pulsing music, flashing lights, and the rhythmic movements of dancing bodies. Amidst the throngs of partygoers, Rahmi stood at the center of it all, surveying his domain with a watchful eye. He towered over his guests, his features chiseled and sharp, and his presence commanded attention without effort. He had been alive for centuries, and in that time, he had seen and done everything there was to see and do. But as he scanned the crowd, his eyes landed on someone who would change everything. A human had walked into his club, and for the first time in a long time, the vampire felt his heart begin to beat. There was something about her that drew him in, a magnetism he couldn't resist. He knew he should stay away, for her own safety, but he found himself unable to resist the pull of her energy.
The bass thumped through the walls of her chest as the lights pulsed and danced, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls and ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and perfume, and amidst the throng of people dancing and drinking, Hannah had never seen anything like this before - the chaos, the energy, the sheer abandon. It was like stepping into a different world, one where anything was possible. As she stood there, taking it all in, she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see a tall figure looming over her, his piercing gaze locked onto hers. It was a man, but there was something otherworldly about him, something that set him apart from the other club-goers.
For a moment, they held each other's gaze, and she felt a strange tingle run down her spine. She couldn't explain it, but she felt drawn to him in a way that she had never felt before. His eyes seemed to see right through her, as if he knew her deepest secrets. As the music swelled around them, the man stepped closer, and Hannah could feel his breath on her neck. It was cold, like the night air, but it sent shivers through her body.
"You have returned, my princess." he said excitedly. Hannah opened her mouth to reply, but the words caught in her throat. She didn't know what to say. But as she looked into his eyes once more, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other in another life. She couldn't explain it. And so, with a deep breath, she stepped closer to the tall vampire, ready to embark on a new adventure. "I have waited centuries for this."
"Centuries?"
"Yes, centuries."
"For what?"
"Not for what, but for who."
"And who is that?"
"You, of course. What is your name beautiful?"
"Hannah. "
"Hannah? What a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as the queen who adorns the moniker."
Smiling through a laugh Hannah responded "And who might you be?"
"I am Amir al-zal, but my friends call me Rahmi."
Hi, Rahmi."
"Would you care to dance?"
Rahmi and Hannah found themselves swept away in the rhythm of the music, their bodies moving with an undeniable synchronicity. As the energetic beats reverberated through the air, they surrendered to the intoxicating melodies and allowed their movements to intertwine. Rahmi's supernatural grace merged effortlessly with Hannah's infectious spirit, creating a mesmerizing dance that captivated the attention of onlookers. Their steps mirrored each other, a testament to the unspoken connection that had formed between them. With every twirl and dip, their shared energy electrified the space, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those fortunate enough to witness their enchanting performance. "Thank you for the dance Handu"
Hannah's face wrinkled in confusion. "You are just too much. You are very cute though. It's Hannah by the way. '' She said jokingly. "I'm gonna go get a drink."
Squeezing her way through the sweaty and rowdy bodies she eventually made it to the bar.
"Can I get a Bloody Mary?", her go-to drink.
"Absolutely." said the bartender.
Hannah reached for her license and money to pay for the drink that was ordered.
"First time here?" the bartender said with a smile
"Yeah, how did you know?" Hannah questioned.
"We don't accept that kind of currency here."
The bartender quickly looked up to survey the rest of the customers at the bar. Catching the eye of Rahmi, he gave a singular nod.
"This one is on the house. We hope you enjoy your time here at Hexxus."
"Thanks!"
Hannah sat at the bar, sipping on her drink and taking in the sights and sounds around her. She couldn't help but feel drawn to the mysterious atmosphere of the place. As she took another sip of her drink, she noticed that the liquid was thick and red, with a faint metallic taste that she couldn't quite place. Suddenly, a shiver ran down her spine as she realized what she might be drinking. Though she couldn't stop drinking it. She looked around the bar, her eyes taking in the details that she had missed before. The intricate patterns etched into the walls, the silver and gold accents that adorned every surface, and the strange symbols that hung from the ceiling. Everything about the place seemed to scream danger and darkness.
As she turned back to her drink, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her eyes had taken on a faint red hue that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. She realized with a start that she was surrounded by vampires. "Holy shit. Everyone here is a vampire"
The realization sent a shockwave of fear through her, and she felt a primal urge to run. But something about the place held her in its thrall. She couldn't help but feel drawn to the dangerous, seductive energy of the vampires around her. The forbidden allure was something that she couldn't resist. It was a place of mystery and danger, where the impossible seemed all too real. And she was powerless to resist its pull. After the realization settled, she chugged what remained of her vodka drink. Slamming the glass down onto the mahogany bar.
"What currency do you take, because I am gonna need another one."
She felt a chilling wind sweep across the nape of her neck.
"Hey, are you enjoying your time here at Hexxus?" Rahmi said, startling the girl at the bar. She quickly turned to see Rahmi lording over her.
"Oh, lord! Where in the hell did you come from?"
Rahmi chuckled "I didn't mean to startle you. Are you enjoying your time at my club"
"This is your club?"
He nodded.
"So, how do you like it? It was made in your honor."
"Umm it's intriguing. The décor is so dark yet welcoming. It's like I'm being drawn in. Almost like I- "
"Never want to leave." They said in unison
"That's by design. I'm glad you like it. I worked really hard on that for you."
"What are you talking about? This is the first time we have met."
"Your drink is ready. I believe you were sent here tonight for me."
"For you? Like God sent me here?"
"I believe so. I think that we know each other. Well, maybe WE don't know each other. Well, know each other yet. But our souls sure do."
"Our souls?"
"Why yes, my love. I know that you have this weird feeling that is drawing you to this place."
"I am just so confused. who you think I am."
"We shall see. I hope you have a good night. Your drinks are on me." Rahmi said as he gently kissed the hand of Hannah
In a flash he was gone. Up to the second floor he went to watch the girl at the bar the rest of the night. Hannah stayed and finished her drink and left shortly after, but not before locking eyes once again. The moment was only a few seconds but felt like forever. Rahmi gasped as she turned to leave.
"Her eyes!"
As the night drew to a close, the last of the patrons made their way out of the club, leaving behind an empty shell of what was once a lively and vibrant space. The music had long since faded away, leaving nothing but a haunting silence in its wake.
In the dim light of the moon, the nightclub took on an eerie quality. The walls' intricate patterns, etched in silver and gold, seemed to come alive in the shadows. The dance floor, once packed with people, was now deserted, save for a few scattered glasses and empty bottles that had been left behind. The DJ booth stood silent and empty, the glowing screens and pulsing lights now dark and lifeless.
The bar, once the centerpiece of the room, now lay barren and empty. The stools were pushed haphazardly against the counter, and the shelves behind the bar were stripped of all their bottles and glasses.
As one's eyes adjusted to the darkness, the details of the nightclub began to come into focus. The deep shadows cast by the corner booths, the faint rustling of curtains as the wind blew through the open windows, and the faintest sounds of movement that hinted at the presence of something more. The air was charged with a palpable energy, as if the space was alive with the echoes of the night's revelries. As the night wore on, the club lay silent and still, a ghostly reminder of the powerful forces that lurked just beneath the surface of our everyday lives. Rahmi remained in the same spot as where he found his surprise.
"Did you see her tonight?" Asked Dimitri
"She doesn't remember."
"Duh. It's been like 750 years Of course she wouldn't - "
"Time shouldn't matter though. "
"Yeah, but it does. Especially if she doesn't remember ANYTHING" Dimitri stated walking over to place a hand on Rahmi's shoulder
"She will. " Rahm said with certainty.
You say that, but we just don't know for sure Rahmi. "
"I will do whatever it takes to get her back. "
"You're sounding a lot like Drake right now."
"Fuck you, fuck him, and fuck Morocco too."
"No, don't say that. Morocco was a beautiful country. You know who could help?"
"Never. "
"You said you would do anything. "
"Except that! There are other ways"
"Ruxandra knows the ritual through and through it would be so easy to go see her."
"Stop mentioning her in front of me. Do you understand me Dimitri?"
"You know I am right. "
"Black magic cannot bring about love"