Эллен Шрайбер - The Coffin Club

I was surprised that Aunt Libby danced as well as she did. But after all, she was an actress and spent most of her life onstage. I’m sure she had to tap, twirl, and jitterbug her way through various parts in her career. The Coffin Club’s dance floor was just an extension of my aunt’s performance art, and she was rocking as if she were dancing for an audience of thousands.

Aunt Libby was exhausted before I was and asked if we could take a break. We sat for a few moments on the coffin-shaped couches, catching our breath, then hit the mini–flea market on the other side of the club. Aunt Libby was in artsy heaven. She didn’t know which seller or reader to approach first.

“Let’s buy you some jewelry.” Aunt Libby cased the rows of rings, pendants, bracelets made from pewter, crystals, and beads.

“You don’t have to buy me anything.”

“But I want to…I’m your aunt. Everything here is handmade. Pick something you like.”

A bracelet did catch my eye. It was a skinny beaded bracelet with a charm—a petite bottle of love potion.

I placed it on my arm, along with my hidden plastic club bracelet, and gave my aunt a huge “Thank you” squeeze.

Then something caught her eye. “Tarot cards!” she exclaimed. “Let’s get our cards read.”

“Sounds like a great idea. You go first.”

When my aunt sat down, I realized that this was my chance to revisit the underground club. I hated to ditch her, especially after she’d just bought me a special gift, but it would only be for a few minutes—no more time than it would take to go to a crowded restroom and back. I knew if I ever wanted to see the club again, this was my only chance. The secret door was hiding somewhere in close proximity and I had to investigate the club further. It would take only a few minutes, and by the time my aunt finished having her future and past lives read, I’d have already returned.

“I have to go the ghouls room. Don’t worry if I’m gone for a few. These drinks go right through me.”

Aunt Libby wasn’t bothered. She’d already begun talking to the spiritually gifted woman as if she were her longtime therapist.

I tried to retrace my steps the night I’d stumbled upon the hidden entrance. I was heading for the ghouls room when I’d become distracted from the dry-ice fog. I stood near the bar, closed my eyes, and spun around, trying to disorient myself. Then I pushed through the teens and headed for the ghouls room. When I discovered I was heading in the opposite direction, I figured I was on target. I saw a wall obscured by the shadows. I slid my hand along it, combing the pine for the secret door, when I found what appeared to be a broom closet. Bull’s-eye.

I turned the knob of the small coffin-shaped door and pushed with all my might. When it opened into a darkened corridor, I knew I’d found my way. I quickly followed the narrow hallway and hurried down the plunging staircase. When I reached the coffin lid marked DEAD END I tried to push it open.

Of course, I found it locked.

I didn’t have a choice. I knocked.

I banged and banged, but no one answered. I paced for a moment, hoping someone would soon descend the staircase. But when a few minutes went by and I remained alone, I became antsy.

I imagined Onyx and Scarlet kicking it up on the dance floor, drinking bloody drinks and gossiping about their nightlife activities. My new vampire buddies, Onyx and Scarlet. Why hadn’t I thought of them sooner?

I grabbed my cell from my purse. I scrolled through my Friends List until it hit Scarlet, then I pressed the Send button.

I waited for a moment for the phone to connect. There was so much concrete and stone surrounding me, it was impossible to get a signal. I raced back up the staircase and pressed the Send button again. Ring…Ring…Ring…

“Come on, Scarlet,” I said to myself. “Pick up.” I was sure she wouldn’t be able to hear the phone above the club music. I was just a coffin lid away from being back into the vampire club of my dreams.

“Hello?” a girl’s voice answered.

“Scarlet?” I asked excitedly.

“Yes?”

“It’s Raven.”

“Raven. What’s going on?”

“I’m right outside the Dungeon door. I forgot my key.”

“I’ll be there in a sec.”

A few moments later, the door creaked open and Onyx and Scarlet were standing behind the medieval-looking Dragon.

Each girl took me by the hand and led me through the slit in the curtain, past the crowded bar, and out onto the dance floor.

Strangely, the already dangerous and otherworldly underground club now seethed with tension. The clubsters who once appeared seductive and inviting now eyed one another skeptically, whispering in private meetings.

Onyx and Scarlet, however, seemed unchanged. Scarlet placed a skeleton key in my hand and closed my fingers shut.

“This way you’ll never be locked out,” she said.

“But—”

“No need to argue—we’re here all the time.”

“And when we aren’t here, we’re together,” Onyx added.

I placed my new prized possession in my purse before they changed their mind.

“We were hoping you would come,” Onyx said, leading me to the bar. “Want some refreshment? Tonight is buy one, get one free.”

“No thanks,” I said.

My fantasy was to be a vampire—to live the immortal life, be seduced by the night, to love Alexander for eternity. What I hadn’t envisioned was guzzling down a goblet filled with blood as if it were chocolate milk. “I can’t stay long tonight, but I wanted to pop in and say hello.”

“We’re so glad you did,” Scarlet said. “So much is happening.” Arm in arm, we zigzagged through the catacombs. I tried to remember which path we were taking by making mental notes of the landmarks in the tunnels. We passed a girl bridled with passion, leaning against a tomb, her date kissing her on the neck. A few dozen skulls lined the walls. A group of clubsters were lying in some of the hollowed graves. Then I was distracted as Onyx began to ask me questions.

“How was your date last night?” she probed.

“Uh…great.”

We passed an enigmatic figure lurking in the shadows. A few votives lining the floor in an adjacent alcove next to the mysterious person cast a speck of light on a pair of motorcycle boots.

I glanced back as we continued to walk ahead. The figure remained hidden in the shadows.

We ducked underneath a sunken archway and entered a lounge called Torture Chamber. An electric chair, a rack, and a stockade were prominently displayed there. A huge circular wooden platform with half a dozen tables on it revolved ever so slowly. A freestanding bar, the size found at a wedding reception, was off to the side. We sat down at the only unoccupied table.

“Why don’t you bring your boyfriend here?” Scarlet asked.

“I’m not sure if he would like this club.”

“Is he a mortal?” Onyx inquired.

The two girls waited on edge for my response. But it was I who was most anxiously awaiting the words to flow from my lips. “No, my boyfriend is not a mortal. He is a vampire,” I said. It was the first time I’d ever admitted that my boyfriend was immortal (except once to Becky and she thought I was trying to make her laugh). I felt as if a burden had been lifted from my shoulders, and it was exhilarating. “My boyfriend is a vampire,” I repeated proudly.

“Then you have to bring him here,” Onyx suggested. “The whole point of this club is for us to have a place we can call our own.”

“And that might change,” Scarlet said secretively.

“Why?” I asked.

“We’ve heard rumblings that someone is planning to take over the club.”

One person—who I’d seen having secret meetings—sprang to mind. I remembered Phoenix talking to his henchmen. He was magnetically alluring and mysteriously dangerous. I could see his followers heeding his every command. “Phoenix—,” I said in a whisper.