Page 87 of Alpha Power

Music bombarded her senses from all directions, rolling over her like a wave and soothing her soul. She swayed her hips from side to side as the beat vibrated up her feet and out through her fingertips, feeling a sense of euphoria she couldn't quite explain.

Zamorra always loved to dance. She wasn't a professional, not by a long shot. She would wager that on the dance floor she looked like a chicken with its head cut off, but she didn't care. It was one of her favourite things to do and always helped to calm her down. If she was ever feeling sad or angry, she would chuck on a little Chris Brown or Khalid and just let go, swaying to the music without a care for who was watching, like she was doing right now.

The music switched to techno and she shared a look with her uncle, a smile creeping onto her face. They both started jumping up and down, pumping their fists into the air while flinging their heads back and forth like madmen. They bounced erratically around one another, always being mindful of each other and those around them while they moved with reckless abandon.

"I need another drink!" She yelled over the loud music, and Void nodded.

He popped, locked and dropped his way off the dance floor, weaving in and out of people while she followed close behind.

Club X was a new place that had just opened up in the middle of the city, only a few streets over from Arturo's house. It was human owned and from what she could tell, they were the only Supernatural’s in the joint. It had three floors, each one playing different types of music. Pop and techno, house and dubstep and finally R'n'B. They fluttered between all three, but in the end, they stuck with the first floor.

"Barkeep!" Void slapped his palm down on the counter. "Another round, if you please." He pulled a credit card from his back pocket and smiled evilly. "Arturo's shout."

Of course her uncle would steal Arturo's wallet too, because why wouldn't he? Whoever had created Arturo's identity had really gone all out, providing a house, license and even several different credit cards all in his name.

Thanks to a nifty little invention called PayPass, they could use it without needing the pin number, as long as they kept each transaction under $100.

"What'll ya have?" The bartender leaned forward so she could hear their order over the loud, booming music.

"Two beers - Corona and a double black."

She nodded and walked away, grabbing their drinks. She placed them down on the bar and with a sultry smile on her lips handed Void a piece of paper with her name and number. "I finish in an hour, call me."

Void smirked, plucking the piece of paper from her fingers and tapping Arturo's card on the eftpos machine, paying for their drinks. "I will most definitely call you, gorgeous."

Zamorra rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink, enjoying the taste as it swished over her tongue and down her throat. She would need a lottttttt of this stuff to get drunk, her tolerance for human alcohol being what it was, but it could be done. She just had to keep going. And going and going.

"You're not gonna call her, are you?"

Void scoffed, scrunching up the paper and tossing it over his shoulder. "No." He picked a beer up in each hand and turned to face the dance floor, taking small sips from each.

"Then why tell her you will?"

"I didn't wanna hurt her feelings. It takes a lot for someone to approach another. I'm not a monster, you know."

Zamorra chuckled softly. "Actually, you kinda are. To some people anyway."

Her wrist burned and she winced, placing her drink down. Luther's brand mark had been doing that for the past hour or so and she knew exactly why. He was calling her back to him. Every time it happened the letters etched into her skin glowed brightly and burned so hot she thought a red hot poker was stabbing into her skin.

"Lord Douche summoning you again?"

Grumbling, she replied "yes, it itches." She scratched around the edges and Void slapped her hand away.

"Don't scratch, just ignore it."

"Easy for you to say, it's not your body burning."

"Maybe we could just chop your arm off? Just be done with the whole thing?

Zamorra stared blankly at her uncle. "Why do I get the feeling that's a legitimate suggestion?"

"Because it is." Void took a sip of his beer from his right hand, then his left, scanning the room. "We could get that Thad guy-"

"Thaddeus."

"-Thaddeus," he continued, "to grow you back a new one or something. I bet he could do it. Did you feel how much power that dude had? Whewww." He fanned himself dramatically.

Zamorra sighed, shaking her head lightly. "I can't believe I evenhaveto say this to you, but we're not cutting my arm off. First of all, Thaddeus is Luther's personal errand boy, he comes running anytime he calls. I highly doubt he'd do something behind Luther's back. Secondly, it probably wouldn't work anyway. Otherwise people would be lopping off their body parts left, right and centre to get outta their contracts."

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