The Dark Cold

seven

CHRIS

Lincoln, Nebraska

14/2/2019

Time waits for no man. 

So, with the time he had, Christian used it wisely. When the New Year came around, he began his classes which he had signed up for last October. As he had not finished school and decided it was best to use the money he had, wisely, for once. Chris was going to finish school. Then, he would do online classes for University and make something of his pathetic, young life. He was doing over all the work he had skipping in high school for drugs and s*x, for one grand five hundred a term. When he could've done it all for free those few years ago.

And for the past month, he's been reading, learning, typing and reviewing work. It wasn't too hard just tiring as he spent most of his night up till odd hours and he had forced his body to sleep regular hours after he cleaned his act up. Recently, he'd gotten a B-day in Mathematics and B in an English with an A in Computer Science and more Bs. He couldn't believe how good he had been in the subjects all along. To celebrate, he was enjoying a tub of Ben and Jerry's while watching a Marathon of Friends with his pet cat, Mystique, laying beside him on this free Wednesday Night.

Mysti, his two-year-old, female, Bengal cat who was purring while he petted her. She had grey over most of her with black and white blemishes and gold eyes. Today was Valentine's Day and Chris was one of the many single Pringles, spending this night alone. Well, not entirely, he had Mystique. He'd found her as a kitten in an alleyway and could not find her mother or any siblings. He couldn't leave her behind after hearing her precious 'Meows'. So, he took her home and cleaned her up, then took her to the vet the next day. Since then, they've been partners in crime. Mysti was like no other; an actually trustworthy cat who helped him onto his feet when he was down. Which was why he loved her like family and she stayed loyal like a dog.

When Christian had returned to his grand apartment on Christmas Night, confused and disoriented, he stayed at his side, offering all the support a cat could give and after, he took some aspirin then when to sleep with her at his side. She was there as he did his work and classes, watching as he wrote and typed. Played with his pens and chewed his notes, or silently judged his work. As she rarely annoyed him for anything, the last time being when she was in heat and had Meowed up a storm. He learnt his lesson and had her taken care of at the vet. But, Chris still could not remember what happened to him that night.

The clinic he visited had a kind, late working doctor that prescribed him some rest and pills for any headaches. He did as was told, getting a lot of sleep, since his classes had yet to start and the headaches eventually went away. He tried not to fear that he may be losing consciousness at random times. He prayed that it wasn't serious at all and would make a visit to the Clinic sometime again. But, for the time being, he'd enjoy this. 

Mystique's ears raised and she leapt off the couch, gracefully making her way to the door just as Chris heard the knock. He glanced at the time and frowned. Who could be coming at this time? He hoped it wasn't his sisters as he hasn't talked to them or his mother since last year. His mother had called him a few several times, Cora left a lot of voicemails but, that was it. They didn't come to his place. Chris gets up and goes to the door, peeps through the glass hole to find Lara Smith and Rayanna Paul waiting outside. He opens the door with a smile, ready to greet them. 

Which was thwarted as Ray walks in without so much as a 'hello' and gets comfortable on his sofa, eating his ice-cream. 

"Good Night to you too, Ray." He says dryly. 

Mysti purrs at Lara who she has grown to like. Lara, still standing at the doorway, gives a shrug as her friend mumbles a 'Love you, bitch.' To Christian from his seat. Lara, he has known since his teenage years was one of the very few people that knew he was gay. Ray had guessed it and decided to keep a secret since she liked Chris and was so loyal like Cora.

"Hi, Chris," Lara hugs him and he invites her in with Mystique hot on her heels. 

"So, Chrissy-"

Chris cringed at the damn nickname, "Don't call me that, "

Ray completely ignores him, "We were heading to the new club that's opening tonight. It's gonna be lit! And I was wondering... If you'd come with us..?"

"No." He answers as he grabs the tub from her. 

"Please, Chrissy!?" Ray gets up, "It will be so much fun, please!" She whines and he looks at Lara. 

"Really Christian, you should join us. Have some fun."

He scoffs, "I've had enough fun for my lifetime. I have classes now, you guys know this. I'm leaving that party hog me behind. "

"Chris, being locked up in here isn't good for you, come on. Just one night, and we'll be back by two am. Come on, Chris. You deserve this, it's been...years now."

"Lara-"

"No drugs, few drinks and no guys if you don't want to. If, in the end, you don't like it, we'll leave."

He sighs, "I want to be back by one."

Ray squeals and jumps on him, hugging him tightly. "Yes! We're gonna have so much fun! Now, to find you a sexy outfit!"

He was already regretting this as the two women had their way with him and his closet. 

~

The club that Christian was brought to was called SYN. It was almost a two-storey, box-like building at the other side of town near two bars and a mini-hotel while still a close distance to the Community University. On the way here, Chris learned from Rayanna that the place was apparently owned by some big-time city dog. Ray was constantly bragging about how this was her time to shine; she wanted a rich man in her life. As she had said, "These broke fuckers can't afford this pussy."

Chris honestly didn't get how they were friends. 

Lara parked and paid for them to get past the bouncers. As soon as be entered, he felt uneasy. 

Music blared as bodies moved to the upbeat rhythms. The stench of alcohol and sweat made him want to stick to Lara. 

"Whooooooo!" Raya bobbed her head to beat, wildly flicking her hair, "Lit!"

Chris wanted to strangle her. How the hell could she be this cool? 

All sorts of memories flooded the walls he had used to block it all away and he swayed. Lara caught his wristband tried to speak to him but, everything was dulled around him as his ears rang. Every second passing reminded him he wasn't home. Bright light and music sounded out and rang like a drone. This was far from the unknown. He knew these types of places. Christian blinked and had to collect himself. 

"Chris!? Do you want to leave?" He heard from Lara over the noise. 

"Uh, no. No, I'm good. I was just overwhelmed by the noise." He met their worried gazes, "Could do with a drink."

Ray smirked, "That's what I'm talking about!"

As they made their way to the bar, Chris took in these familiar surroundings. Not that he'd ever been here, this place only now opened. It was just that he knew how these places worked like the back of his hand. And he knew the type of crowds that flocked in places like this. All-round, the club itself was very big and colours, black, grey and red are hidden by the coloured lights that flashed to the beats. Tall circular desks were in two corners with soft seats. The bar had a wide range of drinks, tonics and rum and more. The counter was a spotless, marbled black and white with leather seats that spun. 

Lara and he took seats and Ray ordered their drinks. There were people he'd never seen before in this club. Lots of tall and rugged strangers with slim and sexy partners. Chris sipped his drink, a peach margarita, his favourite, and his last drink for the night. Lara had the same while Rayanna had a vodka. Lara wasn't going to drink much since she was their designated driver. 

Chris was having one drink simply because he couldn't trust himself in this situation. 

"Chrissy!" 

He groaned. 

"Come dance with me!" 

"No thank you, Rayanna and don't call me that."

She pouts, "Fine then, I just can't believe you're going to waste that outfit here at the bar. Anyways," She pushes her bra up, "I'm gonna get me some prey! See ya at the car in two hours!"

Chris had been right, he did regret it

Because now he was wearing a high waist, white, skinny ripped jeans that hugged his hips and shaped him all too much that he'd gained a lot of looks. The grey crop top that reached his navel was also fitted and brought out his eyes, that were marked because Ray had insisted on it. With some grey boots that added an inch to his height. Chris shook his head and shared a looked with Lara as Ray was swallowed up by the moving crowd. With her gone, Chris focused on his drink. 

REX

Club Syn, Nebraska

   The VIP Area was made to face the bar for convenience. The area could be booked for important groups or just plain drinking. And currently, it was taken up by Rex, Sylvester and Ace. Sylvester had come with Ace to scope out the club's opening. Rex had then invited him over to the VIP booth are they order Bourbon and caught up on any Exhor and Demon occurrences. As they drank, the smell of both humans and Inhumans accumulated. Amidst the crowd was a familiar, strong, mint sweet aroma. 

Time seemed to stop as grey, blue eyes met his. Ace and Sly was tuned out as he took in the sight of fitted white that defined every gentle curve. The human sat up at the bar with a woman whom he leaned over to and whispered. Ah, his human was here. Admittedly, Rex was interested in the being after tasting him, he could not get the thought of having him out off his head. It had become an annoyance but, he'd enjoyed the change of topic. 

"Just, play it cool. Be hard to get." The woman suggests and Rex all but it ate it up as the male's back curved and his ass perked out when he was leaning.

  He wore jeans with wide rips that showed his smooth, fair skin even from Rex's distance. It reached his waist and the top he wore was firm on him and made it to his navel. Revealing just a bit of his flat stomach. Made him wonder how a human male could have such a perfect figure; the sweet curve of his hips and swell of his ass that was snug in those jeans. Earning a growl from Corvinius.

"Rex? " Ace frowned. 

  He was much like Sly; kind and brave with a head of thick, red hair and forest green eyes. A Shifter Wolf, like Sylvester, he stood a few inches shorter than they but, was bulky in his casual jeans and jersey. His interruption snapped Rex out of his trance and he glanced to the Wolves. Sylver raised an eyebrow as Ace tracked the bar for whatever had taken up Rex's attention. Sylvester and Andrew grinned. 

"Well, well, what do you know?" Sly eyes the human. "I was beginning to think that you were celibate." The Male raised, followed by Ace who raises a glass to the man, getting a sweet blush.

Ace adds in, "Something the mighty Rex is finally interested in. Enjoy, my friend."

The Wolves leave and Rex looks back to his human. Even though he had only seen this human twice and now watched as he bit his lip, Rex knew he was in for trouble. 

Oh, how he wanted it.