"Jack, My Monster" - Chapter 1 03:43 Sep 05 2011
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Jack was the name he gave me, the night we met. It seemed odd and just sort of, fake. He didn't look like a Jack at all. He looked more like one of those "dress-up-goths" as I call them. Or posers. I like "dress-up" as a term for them though, because it is just dress up. They put on the black clothes and act the part for a night or so, while out at a club. They don't really get what it means. Not that labels ever meant anything to me to begin with; But if you're going to label yourself or be part of something, than be serious! God!
Anyways. Jack.
He was in a corner, on one of those plush leather couches just watching people. He had the long black hair and goatee. Black cane with silver skull handle. Long black coat, silver medallion. You know, the "pretty vampire-goth boy". Even when he smiled at me, he had those custom vampire fangs, made from the fangsmith at the club. I paid him no mind, as always. He'd been sitting there every night I came here for the last few weeks. And every time, he'd smile at me when I entered the room.
This club, so named "Sanctuary", was on the outskirts of town. It sat alone next to a gas station and a highway. It was a really well renovated basement to an old factory. Some of the top floors were used as storage and part is an occult book store. How appropriate. As you walk down the stairs, the thudding of the excessive bass catches you and you're already feeling at home. Occult symbols plaster the walls inside the double doors. At the end of the corridor two men stand and a small fragile woman. The woman ask for your ID and payment to enter. After a colorful bracelet is attached to your wrist, you're free to pass the two large gentleman. More large symbols spill over the walls; I doubt many people even know what they mean. The DJ booth off to the left is surrounded by a crowd putting in requests for their favorite songs. To the right is a long bar with several bartenders taking orders and doing tricks to please the intoxicated lot around it. In the center is the dance floor. A blackened square surrounded by pillars adorned with flaming sconces. My first time there I wondered how that got permitted in such an old building. Especially with so many people decked in flammable cloth and coats of hairspray.
Around the dance floor were sections of plush leather couches and black wooden tables.
All I can think of when I come here is one word. Cliche. But is still home. It's my Sanctuary.
For the last few weeks this guy, Jack, has been sitting there, invading my sanctuary. He smiles with his cliche vampire attire. How dare he?
Finally, I'd decided to see what his smile was all about. Why he sat there, sipping cliche red wine, watching the dance floor and me.
"You're Jack right?" I'd asked, almost rudely. He stood up and he towered over me. He had to have been close to 7 feet tall. He had such a tiny frame, though, which made him a little more menacing in his vampire dress up. He took my hand, leaning over and kissed it.
'Enough with the cliche already!' My mind screamed. It was too much. I wanted to vomit.
"Yes, ma'am. And you are Victoria, so I'm told?" Great, the pretty freak has been asking about me. Just super.
"I am." Great now what to say.
"Excellent. I've been looking forward to meeting you. I've heard you're quite the matron here." He smiled at me and while I caught the joke, I didn't exactly smile back. "Sorry, Just a little fun with words..."
"Yes I caught that. So why do you sit here night after night?"
"I like to watch people." Jack took a sip from his glass, staring over the rim at me.
"That sounds a bit creepy when you say it like that." He smirked.
"Perhaps it does. Or perhaps, I was waiting for you to come sit here and talk with me."
"That also sounds creepy." I turned away to leave, when my arm was caught. I looked back and he was standing right behind me. One hand holding my arm, his other wrapping around my front with his wine glass.
"Despite what you may think, this isn't your Sanctuary. It is mine." He whispered in my ear. I hadn't noticed but we started to dance, slowly rocking back and forth to the slow melody playing. "You put on a good show for everyone; Playing the part of the mysterious Victorian lady, reborn as the undying. I admired from afar. You researched your part well. So, well done. However, you are on my grounds. I let you keep the spotlight." He twirled me around, so I was in his arms as he bent over, as if in a dancers embrace.
Who does this guy think he is? I glared at him.
He laughed! What nerve.
"I am Jack, the owner of Sanctuary."
COMMENTS
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Maeganblue
00:18 Sep 07 2011
Lol, yeah you're right. this did make me chuckle. It's too bad they don't have a separate rating section for journals/writings
mythrandal
03:38 Sep 07 2011
why oh why must you always leave me hanging now hop to, for there demands (enjoy your hemorrhaging at my wonderful grammar and spelling)