Episode 3

Alena tip toed down stairs opening the door that led to the back of the club. She sat down on the stairway. At lest he hadn’t taken away her cigarettes. She slipped one into her mouth lighting it, slipping the lighter into her pocket, blowing the smoke out of her mouth.

‘Do you mind if I joined you?’

She looked up at a pair of flu resent green eyes. ‘No.’

He sat next to her lighting a cigarette. ‘So what’s your name?’

‘If I haven’t given it to him I’m not going to give it to you am I?’

‘Guess not.’ He said blowing out the smoke. He put his hand out. ‘Crash.’ She took hiss hand. ‘He calls me Angel.’

He smiled shaking her hand with his black painted nailed hand.

‘Have you all got weird names round here?’

‘Yeah.’

‘What are you vampires?’

‘Maybe, maybe not.’

She pulled her hand from in his.

‘So what are you doing here?’

‘I needed air. The flat’s giving me a headache.’

‘Sure one’s going to cure it?’ he smiled.

‘Maybe, maybe not.’

‘So he’s keeping you up there is he?’

‘Yeah. I fell suffocated. All I want to do is go home.’

‘He won’t let you do that.’

‘Why?’

‘He just won’t.’

‘But.’

‘There you are Angel.’

She looked up, the dark figure shadowed over her. ‘Exodus.’

‘What are you doing out here babe?’

‘I needed air. There’s non in that flat.’

He looked at Crash. ‘Back to work, break’s over.’

‘Sure boss.’

Crash pulled himself up, dropping his nub to the ground. ‘Nice to meet you Angel.’

‘You too.’

He walked away. The door swung shut behind him. Exodus sat next to Alyna. Taking the cigarette off her taking a drag, blowing the smoke out of his mouth.

‘I thought you would’ve got rid of them like everything else of mine.’

‘No. And I haven’t got rid of anything you’ll find your belongings in the wardrobe, where many clothes are hanged ready for you to wear. Any way we can’t have you going without a cigarette can we?’

‘I guess not.’

He took another drag blowing the smoke out. He leaned forward placing his lips on hers kissing her hungrily.

He pulled away. ‘I’m glad you came into the club that night, and I’m going to make your stay a happy one.’

Alena woke tied once again to the bed. His nails slashed across her body, she flinched as his nails sliced back and forth across her flesh. Was he trying to kill her? Or was he just trying to push her to see how much pain she could endure.

He looked at her before he turned the bed, it spun once, her face looking at the floor beneath her. His nails slicing through her flesh once again she flinched in pain, but held back her tears. He spun the bed back untying her.

She looked at him. ‘I thought that you said you’d make my stay a happy one.’

‘And I am am I not?’

‘Call this happy?’

‘Call this fun.’

‘You’re sick.’

'So you told me. Now come.’ He said placing his hand out in front of him.

'Where are we going?’

‘Down to the club.’

‘Like this?’

‘I’m sure no one will notice.’

‘No thanks.’

‘Tomorrow then?’