I could sense him here. Even through the all the people. I could feel his presence pulsing through me.
I needed to find Henry.
A busy club was something I never liked. Too many eye witnesses. And I never went to the same club two times in a row. I was breaking a lot of rules for her.
Henry.
He was imprinted in my mind. Days after our meeting, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I had to find him and my only lead was Club Titan. I had asked the bartenders if they knew who he was but they weren't very helpful.
I'd find him even if it took the rest of my eternal life.
I searched the dance floor but came up empty-handed. If only I had paid more attention to Henry's friends. I might've been able to recognize them but Henry was all consuming. I couldn't even tell you how many friends Henry had with him last time.
But I could describe every inch of his beautiful face. Those blue eyes that flooded over me. The way his lips parted ever so slightly when he smiled.
He made me forget about my hunger.
I was down to my last bag of blood and I'd either have to go back to my old ways or rob another blood bank.
Robbing blood banks was an impossibility so close after I robbed the first one. All the other banks would be on high alert with a description of me. I always needed to wait for the heat to wear off before trying that again.
The other way wasn't pretty. It was difficult and dangerous. Draining someone almost to the point of death was risky. But the rush you felt afterwards was undeniable.
It wasn't sustainable though. Soon the clubs would close early because a predator was on the loose. I'd have to move to a new city and start all over again. It was a routine that I was all too familiar with. And I didn't want to do it anymore.
Henry was the key.
The mass of bodies began to thin out as it grew later. I stood by the bar and watched the door. I could still feel Henry somewhere in here but I couldn't pinpoint where.
I took a sip of whiskey and scanned the remaining people in the club. He wasn't there.
Then why could I feel his presence?
The female bartender with a short plaid skirt yelled out, “Last call!”
Something was wrong.
A woman nudged next to me and called over the bartender. “Have you seen my friend? He's wearing a blue shirt, short brown hair and blue eyes.
The bartender shook her head and went back to cleaning glasses.
“Are you looking for Henry?”
The woman spun around and I recognized her from the last time. It was one of Henry's friends.
“You're that guy,” she replied.
I stood up and threw down a wad of cash to pay off my bar tab. “What happened to Henry?”
“We were dancing and I kind of lost track of him. I don't think it's anything to worry about. He probably just went home.”
I knew that wasn't true. When I closed my eyes I could see the clearest image of him. He was close. “No, Henry didn't go home. He's still here.”
“How do you know?” the woman asked me.
I ignored her and went straight to the men's bathroom. Something must've happened to Henry. The worst-case scenarios ran through my head. I didn't want to picture all the possible bad things that could happen to him. My chest felt like it was going to explode.
I kicked open the bathroom door and there he was. Henry stood in front of the sink, washing his hands. My heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
He dropped a paper towel when he noticed me. “Spencer? What are you doing in here?”
Henry's friend rushed past me. “Where were you, Henry? I was worried about you.”
“No need to worry, Fiona. I just got stuck in a conversation with a guy in the bathroom. He was having a rough night and I needed to calm him down.”
“Are you ready to go home now?” Fiona asked.
Henry looked over his shoulder at me. “I think I might stay a little while longer.”
Fiona looked back at me and then her gaze returned to Henry. “You better be safe. And call me the moment you get home!”
Henry put his hands on Fiona's shoulders. “Don't worry, I'll be safe with him.”
Fiona nodded and brushed against me. “You hurt him and I'll end you.”
I put my hands up in surrender.
We were all alone in the guy's bathroom now. The sound of water dripping from the faucet cut through the air.
What was I supposed to do now?