The Mark Of The Beast

3.Summoner's War... POV: Shannon Alexis Chandler

I waved to the bartender that is usually working the night's I've been to Spectator's before, He's the bartender that usually makes my drink order. He acknowledged my wave over and kindly let me know he would "Be with me in just a moment."

I told him I'm in no rush at this very second that he's fine. I know I'm not the only person here and Im sure there was a customer's ordering before I got to the bar so I'm not tripping over maybe a couple of minute's wait. I can take a good look around since where I was waiting at the bar was a good vantage point for a more than decent view anywhere I could swivel my head for a look.

No James from what I see. After studying the crowd I didn't see anyone that looked familiar. The bartender made his way over with a very customer-friendly smile and an outgoing toned voice asking "what will it be?"

"2 shots of Captain Morgan and liquid Cocaine, shaken." I waited for him to set up my shots and bring my drink. You know that feeling when you feel like your being watched. I definitely feel eye's on me but who's eyes and wear in here, are they.

I didn't see James but I told the bartender to put it on his tab. So he is here or there wouldn't be a running tab. Logical reasoning would tell me since I haven't seen James at all so far then it's Probably his eye's I feel.

The bartender set a glass in front of me and poured the Liquid Cocaine from a shaker that he places next to my glass once it was full. He slides to 2 glasses filled to the rim with a spiced rum next to my cocktail. I thanked him and waved him off to other customers.

I downed one of the shot's then gently slammed the shot glass upside down on the bar. I felt the burn go all the way to my stomach as my face felt flushed when it heated up just as the burn hit my stomach. My head went swimming for a second when the buzz hit my brain after taking a big sip from the cocktail glass filled with liquid cocaine, just for a second then my head change from the buzz wore off and I wasn't relaxed at all.

Then I hear a whisper, not in my ear. I am pretty sure it was in my head since it's echoing softly in my head. "Be careful." Whispered in my head and echoed faintly. I glimpse around and determine no one else seem's to have heard the whispering.

Im going crazy, that is just great. Sarcasm intended. Hearing voices too now. Ahh, f**k a w***e!

I downed the other shot of Captain Morgan the burn subsided some. Till it hit my stomach. Only lingering long enough for my face to heat up. Especially feeling the warmth in my cheeks for a moment.

I put the shot glass in the same position as the other one.

I get a sudden urge to look over my shoulder to see who was behind me. Whoever was silent it was the presence of someone standing behind me a few feet away, watching me.

I nonchalantly picked up my cocktail to take a sip. The tangy tropical flavor of coconut rum and pineapple-orange juice. I took real glances around as I sip it. Glancing real quick over my shoulder to see no one, in particular, nothing suspect about a handful of people just drinking and talking, dancing a little in a night club. No one appeared to be looking my way at all, that I could see.

A chilling whisper invaded my thoughts "Be careful. Monster..."

Huh? I gave the place a good once over and didn't see anything resembling a monster or James. I'm having some kind of episode, I think, it's time to go now.

A shiver went down my spine as another whisper played in my head. Eerily haunting... "The Beast...Within..." it trailed off almost before ending with a "Watch out." The only thought I could form was how this whole situation was starting to reach beyond uncomfortable.

I sipped my drink with shakey hands, a sign of how unnerved I am. Debating on my next move. I feel a presence behind me again. I want to turn around and see who it is. Probably James I told myself. I heard something that sounded like the low growl of a dog or some kind of animal. A growl so low and so right by my hear so only I could hear it.

James doesn't growl. Well, he doesn't sound so animalish when does growl during his tantrums. I can't say I've never heard him growl like a bear. I haven't.

I hear the very quiet rumbling of low growling and there is without a doubt somebody behind me, feel's inches away. I just cut my gaze down to my glass sitting on the bar.

I didn't look up or behind me. I must be hallucinating. Having some sort of delusional episode. Hearing whispering voices in my head and animal's growling inside a night club. I'm on my way to the psych ward literally. My parents aren't gonna be having me running around crazy like this where people might see. They will commit me.

I closed my eye's, It's gotta be all in my head. I tried to focus on pushing away anymore whisper voices and the dog's growling. Focus on reality and getting out of here, maybe I can handle or deal with this at home better than in this type of environment.

More growl's. So low it was sounding like a hum or purring from deep inside a really big cat's chest if they were in a really good mood like house cat's do. Something big closes the inches of space between my back and it and I can feel through my long hair hanging down my back a very subtle slight tickle causes hair to stand up on the back of my neck. Something was smelling... sniffing? My hair or the back of my neck from the way it sounded through the low humming growl's and I could feel something like a rock-solid chest against my back, every deep inhale tickled my neck and my back just felt the rise and fall of a hard upper body pressed against it. Breathing deeply. In and out.

I don't want to open my eyes or look up because I don't know if this thing is really James and I'm having some kind of manic episode that he's some big growl sniffing creature. I barely hear the whisper I was so focused on the low hum of growls.

"Get out of here"...I think that's what heard in the whisper. Which I want to dart for the door right now. I just can't seem to make my body do that. I hear a groan barely louder than the purr's and growl's being made right in my ear and the groan sounded like this thing was definitely male. Damn near jumping out of my skin from the startle of being touched ever so gently moving my hair from hanging down my back to hanging over my shoulder exposing the nape of my neck.

The feel hot breath breathing down my neck very gently and slowly then the tickle from a deep breath's being inhaled. Oh God, so I was being sniffed a second ago.

What felt to my neck like a person nuzzling their face into my neck so gently and inhaling me in deeply. It gave me goosebump's again and shivers repeatedly traveled down my spine. The growls disappeared to a low hum more like purring. The feel of small ticklish breath's on my ear lobe just enough to tickle and send wildfire through my veins to my vajayjay. I bit back the gasping sound that was trying to escape from me when I felt the very gentle nibble on my ear lobe.

I don't know if I'm being gently assaulted by a man or animal or what but I know I shouldn't be entertaining this weather it's real or not. I don't know why I'm not putting in more effort to stop this. Mr. Nibbles then nibbles at my ear lobe a second time.

Sensually as before, but not as long as the first time. Nibbling is replaced by a very playful, but ever so gently and lightly my ear lobe feels wishlist to the tip of someone's tongue. I tilted my head to the side as I feel the goosebumps prickle all over my body. My body keeps throwing me under the bus, giving away that if it's trying to turn me on, it's working.

When my breathing instinctively hitches and I feel a warming shivering sensation travel down my spine to right between my legs. Then Mr.Nibbles gently latched on to my earlobe and gently sucked on my earlobe.

I almost moaned but I bit my lip to bit back the moan. I try to slow my breathing but my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I felt a little dizzy and I used both hands the bar to brace myself.

My eye's still closed but not from me keeping them tightly shut. At this point, I couldn't focus on opening my eyes to see who or what I've delusionally dreamed up to be publicly molesting me in a night club at the moment.

My mind and all thoughts clouded over, my mind racing. It feels hot in here. I hear a short growl like chuckles interrupt the humming growl's that have been playing in my ear. Then I felt the air against my back suddenly get chilly like whatever it was stepped back. Reopening the space between my back and what felt like rock hard torso. I heard a growl from behind me, not threatening but sort of thrilling the shiver it gave me from head to toe.

I slowly opened my eye's as I kept telling myself this isn't real. None of this is happening. I should really just make a quick break for an exit but I can't make my feet cooperate with my thoughts.

"Beware the beast." The whisper jumbled amongst the whirlwind of my chaotic thoughts racing through my mind. I really can't handle anymore riddle me this unexplanatory whisper's. I'm not so sure I'm not having a meltdown or something right now. I'd love to heed the warning's but my body won't make a break for it like I want it to.

I hear another growl from behind me. It's no more than a step or 2 directly back behind me. This growl wasn't threatening either. More like taunting me for my attention. I quickly spun on my heel and turned around to see the sight before me, electric baby blue glowing is the only way I could think to describe the eye's I instantly locked gazes with, I felt uneasy as they gazed at me as he could see right straight through to the soul.

There something else in his eye's as they roamed over my body. Studying me from head to toe. The look in his eye's just as intense as their electric glow.

I can't make myself stop looking him up and down back. I can't even make myself head to my car and leave. All I can do is stare in these eyes that can't be human.

They were mesmerizing and I haven't ever seen or heard of a human eye's electrically glowing no matter how pretty blue they are.

I don't feel unsafe even tho All I can say for certain by the look in his eyes that are fixated on me and observing everything little detail while the gear's in the head are turning but I can't tell what ideas the metaphorical gears are working on.

The blue eyes belong to what look's like a man but I'm still hearing low rumbling chest growl's and I'm pretty sure they are resonating from the same person the electric glowing baby blue eye's belonged to.

To be continued