The clubs in Barcelona were like small fiefdoms, the kings of the scene changed when the age of the regular public was too different from that of the usual public. La Arinbau was a club for the seventeen to twenty age group, Marc, Oriol and Pablo were the newbies, in this one, they had only dared to go a few months ago and they felt comfortable there.
Despite the complaints of Oriol and Marc, the music was mainly Latin, but it was a good hunting ground for the upper class youth, who did not want to define themselves in any overly predefined urban tribe. This was one of the influences of Ashan on Pablo's mind.
Although the shy boy had tendencies towards Rock music as a sign of rebellion against his father, Ashan did not let him define himself in a single trend. That would limit his plans in the long run.
As soon as Oriol entered, he stopped the boys.
"Shit, there's Joan and his henchmen, we better go somewhere else..."
Joan had been one of the nightmares of any young boy at the French Institute in Barcelona, he was two years older than them and was the typical bully. Luckily, since he graduated and entered the private university, the boys' lives had been easier.
Despite his size, despite his strength, Pablo had always been withdrawn and fearful, he never confronted Joan and suffered in silence the boy's practical jokes and abuse. But now he was a new Pablo, a vampire in evolution, and the one in charge was a bastard with thousands of years of experience. Pablo wanted to give back to the guy all the abuse he had witnessed without being able to do anything.
"Leave him alone, it doesn't matter, let him come and bother if he wants..."
The other two were not convinced, but at that moment two friends from the institute, Marta and Helen, came to greet them. They were friends of Laia, although it seemed that Ana and the rest of the girls had not arrived yet.
"Hey, you're here, it was a bit boring here... will you dance with me Pablo?"
The young Pablo's dancing ability delighted his friends, although so far they had not managed to get anything beyond the occasional furtive kiss typical of children.
"Sure, we'll order something and go..."
"Order me a Rum and Cola"
"Sure Helen, I'll bring it to you now..."
They had known each other for years, and it was funny how Helen tried to hide her English accent by pronouncing and saying as many swear words and Barcelona slang as she could in an attempt to camouflage herself and go unnoticed. But her platinum blonde hair and white skin stood out wherever she went. Despite being at a party and in a disco, the girl was discreet, even demure, wearing somewhat tight black pants and a violet blouse. She was pretty without being handsome, thin but without curves. A girl who tried not to stand out.
Marta, however, was not like that. Petite, with two nice tits, and dark hair, short in a very modern hairstyle. It's not that she was striking, it's that she knew she had a good body and she liked to show it off. That day she was wearing a short miniskirt and a tank top that left little to the imagination.
The boys went to the bar to order their drinks, Marc ordered whiskey even though he didn't really like it, he did it because he said it made him look older. But Oriol and Pablo preferred rum, sweeter, richer, easier.
The price of each drink would have seemed outrageous to anyone who didn't live in Barcelona and didn't belong to that social class. But the boys had no problems in that sense, with their pocket money they could afford it.
When they were about to go to the dance floor in search of their two classmates, Ana appeared with two friends.
Ana was a peculiar being, redhead, with freckles, and a pronounced nose that made her face a little ugly, but she knew how to dress up. She couldn't be as flashy and show off her body like Marta, but if anyone seemed to have class in there, it was her. A hippie dress, white and airy, that fit well to her youthful body. She was a little older than Pablo and it was noticeable by the way she walked firmly. That was what the change to university was like.
This time none of the boys seemed to know the two friends who accompanied her. One was an impressive brunette with her hair tied back in a braid, more than six feet tall with many curves, and a tight black dress adorned with a gold belt. The other girl was more ordinary, neither pretty, nor ugly, neither tall, nor short, just another girl with sad eyes.
Ana greeted from afar, drawing the attention of the three friends. After the formal introductions, the brunette seemed to be called Isi, and the dull one Carmen. It was just a presentation and the boys went to the dance floor in search of Marta and Helen.
Pablo delighted the girls by dancing several pieces with them and trying to do it better than ever, with much more intention. The drinks followed one another normally, it seemed that Joan and the bullies were in the VIP area, the night was going to be calm.
But when the boys were already settled, based on alcohol, dancing and hormones, Oriol was kissing Helen, they had been flirting for a long time and given the time Oriol was the lesser evil. However, Pablo, despite the change in attitude, had not made any progress.
It's not that Pablo didn't remember the seals to unlock, it's that for the first time in many years he was the one who was enjoying a party. The girls were getting closer and closer, but he hadn't yet decided who would be his victim that night.
Marc was talking calmly with Carmen, it wasn't flirting per se, it was simply a conversation, something that at least was making the girl laugh. But at that moment Joan appeared on the scene.
He arrived with his cocky look, thumbs in his jeans pockets and his arrogant attitude.
"What do we have here? It seems that the little shits have forgotten to ask permission to step into the places where I go. Tell me Marc, have you forgotten who is in charge?"
Marc stepped back as a reflex, but Joan's hand was already on Marc's shoulder.
"Hey Joan, we're not doing anything wrong, we're just here having fun like everyone else..."
"Did I give you permission to have fun here, little shit?"
Joan was clearly drunk and what at school was a simple case of bullying was turning into an aggressive situation at times. Pablo was dancing with Ana at that moment, and between the music, the alcohol that was beginning to affect him a little and the seduction ritual, he didn't see the scene in time, however Carmen stood between the two boys.
"Who do you think you are, little brat? You're just a beach bum, a bully."
The backhand slap came immediately knocking the poor girl to the ground. Marc couldn't stand it any longer and lunged for Joan, but the boy didn't know how to fight, he missed badly and the bully grabbed him by the neck and started hitting him.
Pablo had now seen what was happening, he came from behind Joan. He was bigger, more corpulent and had centuries of experience in all kinds of fights. The vampire hit from behind with the palms of his hands making room in Joan's ears, who stopped hitting Marc because of the dizziness, but Pablo wasn't going to let him be, grabbing him by the neck with his arm and using his strength and body to throw him backwards rolling on the ground.
He had no intention of killing a boy just because he was a bully, that would go against his Justicar code but he wouldn't have minded having reasons and the opportunity to kill that guy.
Joan's henchmen arrived at one point, trying to hit Pablo, but he had no problem dodging them and hitting them, knocking down each one he saw with a single blow. As a good Irishman of origin, he thrived in a good fight, and here, with his bare hands, it was easy for him to destroy them in a few movements.
At that moment, the security team of the club arrived, separating everyone and finally taking Oriol, Marc and Pablo away.
The attackers stayed inside the club. It might seem unfair, but it was clear that Joan was a VIP and therefore untouchable; he was the son of the deputy mayor of the city.
Once outside, the security members apologized. That was how things were. They wouldn't call the police, but they wouldn't let them back in, at least not that night.
The outraged girls also went out into the street, reproaching the club for taking the side of the attacker, but they couldn't do anything. The world unfortunately worked like that.
It was four in the morning and it seemed like the party was over for the night. Pablo seemed to be running out of options to begin corrupting other girls that night. It wasn't like he had wasted any time so far either. Three women had begun his corruption process, and four dead, and he was getting closer to his goal.