The young boy eventually wore himself out. Once he did, Karla carried him in her hands and laid him to rest on one of the beds in the room.
Her eyes surveyed his injuries, drinking in the scratches he had inflicted on himself. She pushed a strand of hair behind his ear and walked out of the room.
The young girl was still standing at the door, holding it tightly like it was her life support. Karla swooped in, carrying the frail child to the bedroom, laying her on the other bed.
"Take good care of Davin okay, he might not show it but he's just scared. Think you can handle that Willa?" Karla asked the pale looking girl while gently stroking her head. The little girl didn't show any form of resistance or emotions, her eyes were fixed on the scribbles her brother had done on the wall.
"Goodnight." Karla said, kissing her forehead and tucking her into bed.
"Are you hungry?" The elderly woman asked, walking around well enough as she used her stick to push the toys out of her way.
"I've got to get to work. Don't wait up for me." Karla coldly said walking past her, towards the stairway that led to the basement.
She flicked the light switch on, the brightness making her eyes water a bit. A dressing table stood there idly, with different colours of wigs and different kinds of jewelry. Karla pulled out the red wig from her coat and placed it on the dresser.
She stood up, her hands in her pockets as she stared at the board in front of her. Her eyes narrowed on the different pieces of different headlines of different newspapers.
"I know what I saw, you're real, I just haven't found you out yet." Karla voiced out, staring at headlines about red eyed beasts spotted at the outskirts of their city.
She tossed her coat aside, and took off her clothing, putting on her strippers costume.
She was going with the purple wig tonight.
♠♣♠
"Karla Andersen." Karla said to the bouncer in front of the VIP room. She didn't think she'd ever be here again, but surprisingly, her boss had asked her to treat the guests well tonight.
There was only a man, in his fifties probably, who didn't seem the slightest bit indecent. He even looked expressionless for that matter. His entire body looked stone cold, as if he was frozen to his seat.
"Good evening, sorry for keeping you waiting." Karla said in the most seductive tone she could come up with.
"Come over." The man commanded, in a deep voice. Karla nodded, taking some steps towards the man, who gave her chills. The man tapped on his laps, gesturing her to sit on them.
Instead, she took the bottle of vodka beside them and poured him a cup, hoping to get him high enough to sleep through the night. He grabbed the wine from her, taking a sip while staring at her body, his eyes sending cold chills down her spine.
"What would you like me to do for you Sir?" Karla asked placing her leg beside him, trying to find the kind of watch he was wearing.
"I want you to just sit on my lap dear." The man said. Karla nodded, wanting to do a good job and get this over with. She sat on his laps, they were firm and strong. At first glance, he seemed weak, but the closer Karla was, the faster she realised just how strong he was.
The man's hands held her from both sides of her waist, feeling her skin. "I'm not here for that, I'm only here to strip." Karla voiced out firmly.
"To strip you say?" The man asked placing his nose on her neck, taking in her scent like some dog.
"That is enough sir, if you wanted that sort of service, then you should have paid some extra money." Karla defended, not caring if she was going to get fired. The man just pushed her hair aside, his eyes roaming on her scrumptious neck, as he continued to sniff it in a rough manner, causing Karla some discomfort.
But the more she tried to resist, the stronger his grip on her got. Karla looked over her shoulder at the man with so much muscle strength.
He didn't look like the old man she saw at first glance, not anymore. His eyes flashed black, and his tongue had lengthened, with some sort of saliva coated around it, oozing down to her shoulders.
Karla screeched in fear, struggling even harder as the man's grip on her tightened, almost crushing her where she sat. His teeth grew sharper, as he pushed her head down to bite from her neck.
Karla screamed out again, hoping to get the attention of somebody, but instead of getting someone's attention, her scream was met by an even louder and deafening one. The sound was so loud and deafening that the possessed man let go of Karla to cover his ears, while Karla fell to the floor, using her palms to block her ears from the scream.
The huge glass in the room shattered, the pieces flying all around the room. Karla laid flat on the floor, her chest pounding. Pieces of glass arranged themselves in front of her, her shaky vision caught some blood dripping on the ground in front of her. She removed one of her palms to see a piece of glass stuck deep in it.
"The hell!" She said, barely even hearing her own voice. The scream had disappeared as quickly as it had come. Karla quickly got on all fours, the damn wig obscuring her vision of the shattered glass all over the floor.
Karla struggled to get on her feet, her body still adjusting to the shock it just received, only to see the blood thirsty eyes of the client staring at her from where he stood.
She stood there, frozen, unable to move. Karla was fighting against her own will. Her brain told her to run, but her body remained glued to one spot.
She still couldn't shake off the ringing in her ears, but that was the least of her worries. The client moved his neck around, stretching it while he slowly walked up to her, his teeth hanging out of his mouth, ready to bite her.
"Move damn it!" Karla yelled, grunting and groaning while she struggled with her stone cold body. The man's long tongue licked the spot he wanted to bite so sensually and roughly, as though it came to life and had a mind of it's own.
Karla closed her eyes in fright, her heart pounding, as she was almost on the verge of fainting from despairation.
*Slice*
"Not today Demon." A voice from behind her echoed deeply. Karla opened her eyes at the voice, to behold the client with only one hand, his other hand lying lifelessly on the carpet.
Black blood oozed from his shoulder as the he let out an animalistic screech, smoke fizzling from his shoulder. The possessed man looked behind him, his eyes bloodshot, as he tried to balance himself, his body bent to the side with the arm.
In front of him was a black woman with scarlett red hair, holding two blades in both hands, a wide, sardonic grin on her face. The client screamed at her, rushing towards her to take a bite at her flesh. The quick paced woman opened her mouth and let out a deadly scream, sending the man back, pushing him against the wall, making him break through it in the process.
The man fell, straight into the club full of half naked girls and patronizing clients. A man jumped into the room, from the glassless window, wearing a long black jacket that fell to his knees.
"Where's the demon host?" The man asked in haste, taking a sweep of the surroundings. His eyes stopped when he noticed Karla, who stood there like a stone statue.
"He's one of those isn't he? He paralysed her." The man stated, looking at Karla who just stared at them both, most especially the woman with the deadly scream.
"Where is he?" The black woman asked, bending down to examine the hand that was slowly withering away.
"You know how he is." The man replied her, walking straight to Karla.
A scream from downstairs disrupted the small talk causing them both to snap into action. The man closed his eyes for a moment, as wind carelessly blew around, as if there was a storm in the room.
The woman didn't wait to watch the show, as she ran toward the broken wall and jumped down to the club. Once the man opened his eyes, Karla let out a huge breath of relief, almost falling to the ground, but the man broke her fall.
"Get out once you gain full control of your legs." The man said. Once Karla's hand came in contact with his, his eyes flickered at her as he stared deep into her eyes, but immediately, he snapped out of it.
He rushed towards the broken wall, standing on the handrails, briefly taking a sweep of the pandemonium going on downstairs before he jumped down, his jacket flying with the wind, due to the force he used to jump down, clean and swiftly.
Karla sat near the broken glass, confused and still in a daze, her neck slowly oozing blood. She tore off the hem of her cloth and used it to tie the injury. Although she was utterly flabbergasted, she was acutely certain of two things.
One, she wasn't crazy. And two, she needed to get out of there urgently.