Эллен Шрайбер - The Coffin Club

But being seduced by a gang of Jagger’s cohorts wasn’t what I’d imagined. I was living the nightmare I’d had a few nights ago. I wasn’t ready to give up my mortal life because of peer pressure. I’d waited forever for Alexander to be the one to turn me—not a gang of Underworldly strangers. I’d always wanted to become a vampire, but under the moonlight during a covenant ceremony, not in a club brawl. My heart raced. I hoped to wake up at any moment, out of breath on Aunt Libby’s futon. It didn’t happen.

“Don’t touch her!” Onyx yelled as a few evil-looking vampires held her back.

“So you’ve been hanging out here…” a white T-shirt member said, slithering up next to me. “Is it what you always dreamed of?”

Jagger’s crew inched closer, hovering around me like a flock of vultures.

“Yes! Just not this way.”

“There is only one way to become a member of our club,” one said as they tightened their circle.

I turned to my new friends, Onyx and Scarlet. And to the whole club that I’d been accepted in and wanted to remain part of. Though I was attracted, mesmerized, and even seduced by the Dungeon, when faced with the decision, was I willing to give up my life to join? At what cost did I want to be a member of the real Coffin Club?

At any moment, like an action hero, I hoped Alexander would burst through the Dungeon door.

But Alexander was nowhere to be found. He and Jameson were naively packing while I was moments away from becoming a vampiress.

Even Dragon wasn’t in plain view. I’d have to get myself out of this mess. Only I didn’t know how. The entrance was locked, and there was no getting past the gang of “POSSESS-ed.”

“I’ve always wanted to be like you. That’s why I’m here. Why I snuck in!” I shouted. “Don’t you see?”

“Then join us!” one said.

“You will be eternally grateful,” another proclaimed. They stared at me with hypnotic eyes. I became dizzy and shifted my gaze away.

“Not now, not this way!” I cried.

Two clubsters in POSSESS white T-shirts grasped my wrists and brushed my hair away from my shoulder.

I was overpowered. I couldn’t move. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode at any moment. “It won’t hurt,” they said, licking their lips.

“Well, it might sting a bit,” one said, and leaned into me.

“No! Not this way. I want Alexander!”

Suddenly the sound of a motorcycle’s engine tearing through the catacombs was heard.

Phoenix peeled out of the tunnel and screeched to a halt at the edge of the dance floor. He vehemently revved his engine repeatedly.

Several members stepped back, uncertain of Phoenix’s next move. But the crew continued to latch on to my wrists even tighter.

Phoenix revved his engine again. When Jagger’s crew didn’t flinch, he shook his head. He thrust the motorcycle in reverse and backed it up ever so slowly, inch by inch, never taking his eyes off of me. He backed up as far as the farthermost archway—about twenty yards away from us—and shifted back into drive. My heart was throbbing louder than the engine itself. When my captives didn’t release me, Phoenix revved the engine a final time. He took off and headed straight for me.

I froze. Everything was happening in slow motion. Phoenix sped toward me, his engine roaring, dust spraying behind him. The crowd on the dance floor quickly dispersed. My heart must have stopped and I forgot to breathe. He continued to race right for me. I tried desperately to wriggle out of the gang’s clutches, but I couldn’t as the Night Rod approached. At any second I was going to have motorcycle tracks racing up my body. Phoenix was now only a few feet away and still I couldn’t move. I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer. At the very last second, Jagger’s crew released me from their clutches and scrambled to the sides. I let out a bloodcurdling scream as the motorcycle skidded to a dead stop a few inches from where I was standing.

It took a moment before I could inhale again. My body was limp and my legs like buttered noodles. Phoenix hopped off his bike and extended his hand to me, but I refused. I still didn’t know who this guy was. Maybe Phoenix wanted me to be the Dungeon Mistress.

He didn’t grab my hand or lean in to bite me. He actually looked quite surprised.

Dragon resurfaced and, along with a large group of club members, gathered Jagger’s crew together and repossessed their club keys.

Scarlet and Onyx ran over to me. “It’s okay. Phoenix saved you. He’s restored order to our club.”

The crowd began chanting, “Phoenix, Phoenix” as the two girls helped me straddle the sleek bike.

“I still have the Master Key,” Phoenix announced with a thumbs-up to the crowd.

Everyone cheered.

I looked out into the crowd of immortals. They, like me, just wanted a place to hang out and be the insiders for a change.

The music began to blast and many cheered, kissed, or started to dance.

Onyx gave me a tight squeeze and I hugged her back as hard as I could. “Come back, please,” she said, flashing her onyx-jeweled fang. “You have a lifetime membership.”

“Keep in touch,” Scarlet said. “You have my number. Just remember to call after sunset. My—”

“…parents hate to be woken up during the day,” we said in unison. Then we both giggled wildly.

I glanced around the Dungeon—the dance floor, the bar full of blood drinks, the hollowed-out graves and tombs used for life as much as for death in my world. I’d never been in a truly Underworldly environment, and I didn’t know when or if I’d ever be in one again. I’d been surrounded by cold-blooded vampires who, I learned, surprisingly, were warmhearted. I’d found the club of my dreams—the only one I’d ever really wanted to belong to. Phoenix handed me his helmet and I placed it on my head. I wrapped my arms around his studded leather jacket and smiled at Scarlet and Onyx, now in the company of their dates. The members retreated, rocked to the music, and waved.

Phoenix started the engine and I held on to him with all my might as he drove off through the labyrinth of dark, winding catacombs and out a secret exit.

Phoenix sat on his motorcycle as I unlocked Aunt Libby’s bike outside the library. I sensed his gaze as I wrapped the heavy metal chain around the Schwinn’s seat.

Phoenix was leaning back against his bike, his motorcycle boots crossed at the ankle and his black leather pants hugging him hard like cellophane. His leather jacket was open, revealing a black T-shirt, and his arms were folded. Purple hair flopped over black sunglasses, and the moonlight cast a shadow against his pale face. He was staring straight at me—just like he was when I’d seen him illuminated in the Dungeon.

I didn’t know what to say. Phoenix had saved my life.

And I wasn’t sure when I’d see him again, or if I’d ever.

“I can’t thank you enough—,” I said from a safe distance.

“Well, you can try,” he said coyly.

I smiled and playfully rolled my eyes. “I told you, I have a boyfriend.”

For some reason I sensed that it didn’t matter to him whether I surrendered to his advances or not. I almost felt that he preferred I didn’t. He appeared to be the kind of guy who was comfortable living in the shadows while the other guy got the girl.

“I was wrong about you,” I confessed. “You were much more benevolent than I imagined. I’m sorry I misjudged you.”

He nodded. “That’s all right,” he replied. “I misjudged you, too.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes. You were much more trouble than I imagined.”

We both laughed. I knew I should have felt happy that Phoenix had saved me, but instead I felt really sad knowing I might never see my new vampire friend again.