“Let’s just get out of here,” said Susan, watching the staircase. “Before they come and look for us.”
As we attempted to walk around Brian, he grabbed my arm. “Why don’t you follow me to a quiet place and we can all talk about this?”
“Brian, seriously, you have to call the police,” said Susan. “We’re not drunk and there is some scary shit going on upstairs. No lie.”
“We will. Let’s just find a safe place and we’ll call the police.”
Susan shook her head. “No. You call the police, but we’re out of here. There’s no way in hell that I’m staying in this place any longer.”
His eyes hardened. “Follow me. Now.”
“Excuse me?” I gasped, moving away from him.
He opened his mouth to talk right as another security guard rushed over. “Faye wants you upstairs. Go, no.”
Brian quickly obeyed and took off towards the stairs.
Sighing in relief, I followed Susan and Melody down the hallway by the entrance until we reached the exit. Once outside, we bolted towards my car. Susan sat next to me and Melody got into the back.
“What do we do?” I asked as we locked ourselves inside.
“I’ll call the police,” said Susan, pulling out her phone.
“Hurry, get us out of here,” begged Melody, pointing towards the road.
“Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re safe,” I said as we pulled out of the parking lot.
“Me too,” she replied and then rubbed a hand over her face.
“What happened?” I asked, looking back at her in the rearview mirror.
“Actually, I’m not so sure anymore,” she said, leaning her head against the back of the seat. She closed her eyes. “I just remember bits and pieces of last night. Watching the band, the party, meeting Slade. I don’t know… I almost feel like I’ve been drugged.”
I frowned. “I wonder if someone slipped something into your drink.”
“Maybe,” she replied. “Maybe it was Slade. We left the after-party last night. Together.”
“Yes, I’d like to report a… violent crime,” said Susan, into the phone. “At Club Nightshade.”
My eyes widened. A violent crime? Well, that was putting it mildly.
She glanced at me and shrugged.
“Oh, hi Sherriff,” she said, biting her nail. “You want us to come down to the station? Sure.”
After she hung up, Melody groaned. “Shit. I’m going to get into so much trouble now. The cops are going to know that I had a fake I.D.”
“Us too,” I replied. “But I think when they find out what’s happening at the club, they might be a little more lenient.”
She snorted. “Right. You know what… why don’t you just drop me off at home and forget that you saw me there?”
“Melody,” I snapped. “We were at the club trying to find you. We probably just saved your life and you’re worried about getting busted because of the I.D.?”
She didn’t say anything.
“People were being murdered right in front of us,” said Susan, turning back to look at her. “Once they start investigating everything, the cops are going to find out that you were there, anyway. I’m sorry, but they need to know everything and I’m not lying.”
Melody let out a ragged sigh. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”
“I still can’t believe it,” I said, turning past Ruth’s Diner. “The guys from ‘Venom’ are vampires and werewolves? Seriously?”
“I guess so,” said Susan. “We all saw what was happening.”
There was a loud thud on the roof of the car and we all screamed
“What was that?!” cried Susan.
Shaken, I pulled over to the side of the road.
“No fucking way,” whispered Susan in horror as the gargoyle from Club Nightshade, leaped from the top of my car to the pavement in front of us. It opened its mouth and let out a monstrous roar.
Terrified, I threw the car in reverse, and punched it. The tires squealed in protest as we raced backwards.
“Watch out! There’s something behind us!” screamed Melody, staring back.
Before I could blink, we slammed into whatever it was and there was a loud thud under the tires.
“OhmyGod!” screeched Melody, as we rolled over whatever it was that we hit.
I slammed my foot on the brake and the car came to a halt.
“What did we just hit?” asked Susan, her voice shaky.
Trembling, I looked at her. “Maybe it was that thing. It could have flown around and came at us from the back.”
“Then who cares if we hit it,” said Melody. “We need to get the hell out of here.”