Hells Heaven

Chapter Six

6 months later

I hate nightclubs. Nope scrap that I hate these types of clubs. Especially mating clubs. Every week without fail Urban and I have attended. Either together or separately, every time has been a nightmare come to reality.

At first they were fun for Urban and I both. I mean it's exciting at the thought of finding your mate. Especially with how strained things were between us.

After the first couple of times we realised that divide and conquer was the better option. Staying together made these people crazy, we had numerous offers after we'd been sniffed, groped and kissed within seconds of coming through the door. All in the name of finding your mate. Haha! Personally I think, all this was an excuse just to do as one pleased, with whoever they pleased.

Tonight, I was solo. Urban decided to hit the other club across town. We seem to always miss our target. Dad said his name is Pinky, and he's a troll. Apparently, he cannot be missed.

Hence, why I'm currently standing leaning against the balcony railing, watching over the crowd of dancers. If you can call what they're all doing dancing. Knocking my vodka back, that was luke warm as I had been nursing it for last hour or so. I decided to go back to the bar for a re-fill, taking one last look around the dance floor, I step back only to be knocked back into the railing and my glass go flying.

"Hey! d**k Cranium! Watch where your... " a growl cut me off. Making me turn towards the sound. s**t a shifter. Why me? They're the worst. They live on emotions.

Though looking at the back of this one, was truly magnificent. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans that molded perfectly to his long strong legs that made me stare at his ass. His black shirt was stretched tight across his back. I could see how tense his shoulder muscles were. If he could affect me this much from the back I honestly did not know if I'd be prepared to come face to face with him.

Luckily, I didn't have to as from the corner of my eye, I saw a neon pink blur. Pinky! has to be. Without waiting for the shifter to say or do anything I quickly stepped around him intent on following the pink troll. I watched him enter a door just off the side of the bar. So I followed him in as quickly as possible hopeful that no one would stop me as I wasn't staff.

Where the hell did he go? The room was a small office, complete with a desk and office type chair behind it and a settee pushed up against a wall, and I spot another door opposite this one.

Just as I head towards the opposite door my hair is grabbed and pulled back to expose my throat. Something very sharp was pressed to my throat.

"move and your dead. Now if your a good girl we can have some fun, if not ill kill you now. Walk slowly towards the chair." was breathed very close to my ear. He starts to push his body into the back of mine to start me walking toward the desk. Revulsion, causes acid to burn the back of my throat. His body seemed happy to be pressed against mine. But mine definitely wasn't.

When we get there he pushes me forward and steps back from me. So I turn and sit on the desk to face him. Happy to have room to move, and be away from him. Now for some fun.

"hi Pinky! I presume? Dad says hi too by the way." finally he's able to see my eyes. I watch him as he physically pales and gulps. Then hits the floor on his knees and bows his head. OK then.

"I'm so sorry, if I'd known, but you can't be to careful, please I'm so sorry. Can we pretend this, let's just keep this between us. Yes? Please." he begged. Like this on his knees he looked like a little ball of fluff it was adorable if a little bit sad.

" I'm here for two things, can we just get to it please I've been looking for you for six months. The quicker you give me what I came for the quicker I leave." I told him.

"yes. Yes OK, two seconds then." with this he jumps up. Then stands there looking at me then the sofa then back to me.

Irritated I told him to " get on with it"

"could you maybe close your eyes, please!" I looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you crazy? I don't know you why would I do that?" I look around the room there really is no where for him to hide anything in here unless it's under the settee. His face falls and he looks like a sad puppy. "is that a bathroom?" I ask pointing behind me to the door opposite the one I entered through.

He nods his head, with a huge grin on his face, with a sigh I get up and head to it, closing the door softly behind me.

After some scraping, creaking. I start to panic maybe putting myself in a small room with no escape, was a worse idea than closing my eyes. Unable to cope with it I burst through the door breathing hard but ready to fight.

Pinky is standing in the middle of the room, in his hands a blue box which he quickly handed over to me. "you need to find a shifter goes by the name of Emmie, she has the book of spells you need she'll ask a heavy price though and it won't be money so be careful ok"

"thanks, Pinky. Dad said he'd transfer the money as soon as I let him know I've seen you. Anything else I should know?" I ask him. Hopefully I'll never see him again that was the worse 10 minutes of my life.

"nope, except can I ask you something?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "you can ask whatever you like?" I tuck the box under my left arm and walked toward the door. Just as I reach and pull the door open he says "how you going to get someone to work the spell? Witches refuse to help anyone unless it's for they're own benefit." I stiffen. I take a deep breath then walk through the door shutting it quickly behind me. "I said you could ask. I said nothing about me answering." I take a quick look around on my way to the exit, feeling a little disappointed at not seeing the sexy shifter.

Leaving the heat of the club, to the frigid cold of the street was a blessing, I turn left and decided to walk back to the apartment. I pull out my phone intent on messaging Urban to let him know he can come home. When I hear a muffled scream from the alley on the opposite side of the street. Crossing the road and doing a simple sight spell, to let me see better I peer down the alleyway. I can just make out a small shape between two bins. Taking a couple of steps forward I lean down so I can try and get on eye level with whoever is there.

"I won't hurt you..." something is slammed onto the back of my head, I fall forward. And I swear just before I pass out I see the most beautiful pair of molten gold eyes.