All the Devils are Here

White Rabbit

Samael

I'm downing bottles upon bottles as my excuse for bad behavior tonight. Nothing tonight can get me out of the funk I'm in. Not even Willow. She's dancing her heart out for me. I can hear her heart beat a little faster every time I make eye contact with her. I down the rest of my drink as she dances for me and I don't know why I'm putting up this show when the alcohol is just water to me. My body is itching for a fight. I think I want people to assume that I'm drunk when I inevitably pick a fight with someone. It's not very fun though - getting into fistfights at your own club. It's especially not fun to rip someone to pieces right in the middle of the f*****g dance floor. I need an outlet for my rage.

The rest of the pack is doing a better job than I am. I can't possibly see them from where I am but, I can hear them raising hell. I wouldn't be surprised to find out they're actually drunk. Crush a little bit of wolfsbane in your drink and you get the same feeling a human would get from downing a whole bottle of Hennessy in one go. Poison in moderation. Except I don't have that luxury. I can barely control my anger which triggers my shifting, the last thing I need is to be actually drunk. I can get by fine just pretending to be.

What are a bunch of werewolves doing in a fancy establishment like this, acting like we own the place. Well, it's because we do.

I hadn't been to the White Rabbit in over two months until today. Don't get me wrong I love it here. I love the open dance hall on the ground floor filled with a hundred unrecognizable faces, loud music, and undeniably a s**t ton of drugs. I love the balconies that go around the first floor and create an elevated view of the dancers. The dancers are a part of what makes this place so different. Covered in nothing more than beautifully designed body paint and a pair of glittering wings; our very own angels. People ate and danced and laughed and got with who they wanted. A safe haven for the hedonistic.

But despite my love for the White Rabbit, I had stayed away for so long because of the less glamorous parts of this glorious establishment. The parts that only members of the Banes pack are exposed to. Today, I'm back here to mourn the loss of one of our own. Asher and Lex are probably in the Red room torturing the poor soul that was responsible for Derek's death. Although I can't see the rest of the pack from where I am secluded from the rest of the crowd with Willow in my lap, I can hear some of them on the ground floor, on the balconies, and in the Red Room.

"What's on your mind?", Willow whispers in my ear as she tucks a piece of my hair away from my face. I clench my jaw in disapproval and she mutters an inaudible "sorry".

"I'm going to head down to the bar", I tap her thigh lightly letting her know I want her to get off. Willow is a professional, she never gets mad at me despite how admittedly dismissive I can be sometimes.

"What are you drinking, let me get it for you", she says, leaning closer into me. I know I'm looking for an outlet but, I was thinking more in the line of bloodshed, not what Willow has in mind.

"Not today",

"Okay big boy, I'm here whenever you want it", she says seductively and gets off. I kinda want her to be my outlet now. I stick to my initial plan and head down to the bar. It's good to see everyone is having a good time and my boys are distracting themselves from the bad news we got earlier today. Not just about Derek's death, but about our city.

As I'm descending the stairs that lead from the floor I was on to the ground floor, I spot a girl walking into the line of my vision. She looks......lost. And like she doesn't belong here. She's making her way to the bar which is where I'm headed so I carry on.

She's there and she's ordering a drink when I assert myself into her conversation with the bartender.

"You stand out from the crowd", my words cause her to look away from the bartender and at me. She has the prettiest eyes and a type of delicacy I haven't seen around here in a while. Or maybe it's just that she looks new and new things are interesting.

"Excuse me?".her voice sounds like a contrast to her frail looks. It's full and almost aggressive.

"You. This is your first time here, is it not?",

"That obvious huh?"

I grab a barstool beside her and address the bartender, ordering another drink for myself. I down it the instant it's in front of me. I lift my fingers to indicate two more which the bartender brings immediately and I down them speedily as well. I can feel her eyes on me the whole time. I don't know why I do these things. I just want to be free to say the first things that pop up in my head and I want her so desperately to believe that the reason I'm making a fool out of myself is that I am under the influence of alcohol.

"You are like a breath of fresh air. Do you know what makes lust so much more precious? The thrill that comes with corrupting something innocent. You look innocent", I say, and she's looking at me like I'm crazy. For a second she looks angry, then it's like she changes her mind and her angry expression is replaced with one of amusement.

"How drunk are you?"

"Very", I hope my lie is convincing because that's the only reason she's entertaining this nonsense. 'How drunk are you?"

"This is my first drink. First and only", she downs hers too, and then she gets up. She only just got in, I wonder why she's in a hurry to leave.

"Am I chasing you away? Or the atmosphere here is too much for you to handle. I bet you're used to tamer settings", I admit, I may be trying to provoke her a little bit. That flicker of anger I saw earlier had piqued my interest. She clearly doesn't belong here and if she wants to leave before even giving the place a chance, then she should.

My words don't seem to trigger her anger and she almost looks sorry for me. That pisses me off.

"What's a sweet little girl like you doing here? In this part of the city. You don't belong here."

"You're right, I don't". And with that, she walks away from our little conversation and I'm a bit disappointed in myself for not being able to successfully rile her up.

She's already at the exit and it only takes me a second to decide what my outlet will be tonight.